Changsheng was a little confused. She had never had the opportunity to come into contact with the world of immortality before. The few things she knew about the world of immortality came from Xue Jin, who only knew a little about it, so she didn't understand what the other party said for a while.
Seeing her dazed look, Mayfly immediately understood that this child had little contact with the world of immortality. However, for a child of this age to be able to embark on the path of cultivation, he should have joined a major sect or come from a noble family. It's just that
Thinking about the severe trauma this child had suffered before, as well as the messy meridians in his body, and the not-so-good clothing material, Mayfly understood that this child probably embarked on the path of cultivation by accident.
Although it was a bit regretful, Mayfly was still very happy to see someone of the same race after staying here for so many years.
"My name is Zhuang Yufeng, and I am a down-and-out monk. As you can see, these are my companions."
Changsheng quickly introduced himself.
"My name is Yu Changsheng. I have just embarked on the path of cultivation. My companions, my companions... I have no companions."
Seeing Chang Sheng's eyes prematurely showing a sense of vicissitudes at such a young age, and his uncontrollable choking when mentioning his companions, Zhuang Yuying immediately understood that this child seemed to have a rather complicated life experience.
She is a smart person and immediately changed the subject at this time.
"Come, since we can meet here, it is fate. Let's not talk about anything else, drink this cup to the full. Don't worry about immortality, this cup is full of juice, you can drink more."
Changsheng was touched by this carefulness, and immediately picked up the cup in front of him, which had a rich fruity aroma, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Okay! So proud!"
Zhuang Yufeng was also a free and easy-going person. He immediately picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.
These demon cultivators are hospitable and have no hostility towards Changsheng. It is very easy to get familiar with them. After a meal, Changsheng has become familiar with them and can't help but tell why he came here.
After hearing that Changsheng fell into the river because he was being chased, especially the reason, Zhuang Yufeng couldn't help showing a distressed expression.
Such a young child would be hunted down for such an unreasonable reason. Those people are really shameless. It seems that no matter how many years have passed, there will always be such monks.
Zhuang Yufeng sighed and comforted Changsheng.
"It's really not easy for you. Don't be afraid, those people can't find you here."
It's just that Zhuang Yufeng's health didn't seem to be very good. Before the banquet was over, he couldn't hold on anymore and kept choking and coughing.
"I'm really sorry. I'm not feeling well. I'll leave first. Changsheng, you can continue the feast here so that you can get acquainted with the others."
Changsheng nodded immediately. She also saw that the other party's health was not very good. However, after Zhuang Yufeng left, although the people around him were still very happy during the banquet, Changsheng always had a different feeling from just now. She always felt that someone was there
I was quietly looking at myself, but when I looked back, I could only see a smiling and kind face.
After doing this several times, Changsheng always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he cautiously asked the kind-looking demon cultivator with antlers if he could go back to rest.
She naturally received a positive answer, but when the kind-hearted deer-antler demon cultivator was about to take Changsheng to his residence, he was stopped by the stinky little raccoon man.
"I took her there, just in time to give her back the things that came with her when I picked her up."
"Then trouble Xiaoli, I will continue drinking."
In fact, Changsheng is a little timid about this little raccoon demon cultivator. Although he looks smaller and is barely the same age as him in appearance, Xiaoli has a more violent temper, which Changsheng has seen before.
But at this time, the deer-antler demon cultivator had already sat down, and Changsheng could only leave behind Xiaoli.
The sound of the banquet behind him was getting farther and farther away, and the surrounding environment was still beautiful and quiet. The fragrance of flowers and plants made Changsheng gradually quiet down, and he stared at the grass passing by his feet and smiled.
At this time, Xiaoli had brought her to a small house that looked exquisite and warm, and stopped.
"arrive."
Xiaoli still looked very unhappy, and Changsheng didn't dare to say anything. What did he mean by asking him to open the door?
Opening the door gently, the interior of this small house is also very warm. The various furniture arrangements are very comfortable.
Changsheng, who was standing at the door, was still in a daze, but Xiaoli had already walked in from the side, and then with a careless flick, Xingbieli and Xuejin's golden swords were thrown out together, and landed heavily on the table.
"This is your thing. When I picked you up, you were still holding these two swords tightly in your hands. These swords are so long that you can't hold them."
Changsheng immediately looked at the two swords. The separation was still the same as before, but the complete golden sword made Changsheng a little dazed. She remembered that the golden sword was cut into two halves by Patriarch Haoyue, so why is it now completely stuck together?
Put together?
Moreover, she didn't remember that she brought back the half-severed blade. Thinking about it carefully, it should have been made by the black and white fish. Although the black and white fish couldn't hear it now, Changsheng still thanked it secretly.
"This sword is mine. This golden sword is the sword worn by my old friend in the past."
Xiaoli was somewhat interested in these swords, mainly the long sword.
"This is the first time I have seen such a knife. There is actually a silver hairpin on the blade. Is this a silver hairpin? The shape is no longer obvious. Who embedded it? The fusion is so harmonious that there is no sense of dissonance at all.
No."
"It's my grandfather. It's just that it wasn't like this at the beginning. Later it changed from a mortal weapon to a spiritual weapon."
"Can you still advance by yourself?"
Xiaoli became even more interested. How could Fantie compare to a monk's spiritual weapon? This was the first time Xiaoli had seen Fantie that was now a spiritual weapon. The main reason was that the demon cultivator liked it more.
He uses his claws, teeth and other parts to attack others. Especially those unreliable companions who rarely use swords. This also leads to the fact that Xiaoli rarely sees the monks' spiritual weapons.
Before Changsheng had not woken up, Ahri had actually secretly looked at Hateful Farewell and Golden Sword. However, he did not see this.
"Do you know how to advance it?"
Xiaoli, who had always been a little unruly, now had a softer expression.
"Master Mayfly's spirit sword has not been used for decades and is a bit old. I want to help her maintain it. Of course, it would be better if it could be upgraded."
"this……"
"You can ask for anything you want."
"No, no, that's not what I meant. I just want to say that I don't know how to do it myself. Yes, it was my old friend who died on the sword and forged such a spiritual weapon for me."
Xiaoli's eyes suddenly became extremely cold.
"You forced your friend to die with a sword for the sake of a spiritual weapon?!"
