Wangcai felt that his master was a big idiot, following him all day long made him take the blame for all kinds of things.
My demonstration is so realistic, why can’t this idiot not understand it?
Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan was about to beat himself violently again, it immediately flapped its wings and squealed, shaking its head back and forth.
Ye Xiaochuan stopped, looked at Wangcai's movements, and said, "You didn't burn my sword into molten iron?"
Wangcai was overjoyed, nodded his head hurriedly, then stretched out a wing and pointed at Ye Xiaochuan and screamed wildly.
This time Ye Xiaochuan finally saw something. He thought about the action demonstrated by Wangcai before. The small branch should be the bronze sword he was referring to. After the bronze sword hit Wangcai's body, he was struck by Wangcai.
When I opened my mouth, it was burned.
Ye Xiaochuan said in disbelief: "You mean, that bronze sword penetrated my body?"
May you be prosperous and happy, keep your head straight.
Ye Xiaochuan saw that he had guessed correctly, and then said: "In order to avenge me, you burned my bronze sword?"
Wangcai fell to the ground in despair.
Ye Xiaochuan said: "During this demonstration, you are me. Did I burn the bronze sword with fire?"
Wang Caiyan nodded his head a few times, then shook it a few more times, rolled his eyes, picked up a branch in his mouth, and performed it again.
This time it learned the lesson. When it was poked by a branch and lying on the ground pretending to be dead, it did not breathe out fire to burn the branch. Instead, it gritted its teeth and stuffed the branch into its mouth bit by bit. Its eyes were in
I shed tears, I am a carnivorous bird, but now I have to eat wood.
A small branch was chewed up by Wangcai. If Ye Xiaochuan still didn't understand what he meant, he would decide that it would be more reliable to hang out with Yang Jiu in the future.
Ye Xiaochuan's eyes widened, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly shouted: "You mean, don't you mean that I ate that bronze sword?"
Wangcai was so happy that he nodded repeatedly. It was not easy. He finally understood what he meant. When he was relieved, he stretched out his left wing and rubbed his head.
Ye Xiaochuan was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. Did he eat the bronze sword? He was not an iron-eating beast, and his teeth were not that good!
No, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt that he had misinterpreted the meaning of Wangcai. Perhaps what Wangcai interpreted was not that he had eaten the bronze sword, but that the bronze sword had penetrated into his body and disappeared.
After he figured this out, he immediately sat cross-legged and meditated. His consciousness quickly penetrated his body and checked his internal organs and meridians. He found nothing. There were absolutely no fragments of the bronze sword in his stomach.
Just when he thought he had guessed wrong again, he suddenly remembered that there was a place he hadn't checked yet.
His consciousness quickly passed through the Second Bridge of Heaven and Earth and entered the Sea of Souls, and an extremely bad premonition came to his mind.
Soon Ye Xiaochuan found the disappeared bronze sword in the sea of his soul. It was suspended next to the energy sealed by Situ Feng. The red-yellow fairy sword was slowly turning on its own and emitting a faint golden light.
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Ye Xiaochuan was almost scared to death. How did this sword end up in the sea of his soul? How did it pass through the Second Bridge of Heaven and Earth?
Situ Feng had just left, and now a strange sword appeared in the sea of souls. Ye Xiaochuan felt that he was very unlucky. He had to go to Grandpa Monkey King tomorrow to find out what the origin of this bronze sword was, but it must not be anything special.
The magic sword that devours people’s souls.
Xuan Ying has not left the tree hole where the nine-tailed spirit tablet of the demon fish is stored since last night. She just sat quietly in front of the jade white fox without saying a word.
Xiaotu didn't know when he left. He probably went back to his tree hole and continued sleeping. He was very resistant to the death aura emanating from Xuanying and had no good impression of Xuanying.
Xuan Ying walked out of the tree hole. Late at night on the second night, she stood alone on the thick trunk outside the tree hole. The brilliance of the moon fell on her cheeks through the dense branches and leaves of the ancient sacred tree, and it seemed as if there was something there.
A bit of human anger.
After standing at the entrance of the tree cave for about a stick of incense, it suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot towards the majestic Samsara Peak not far away.
The stream of light fell outside a bamboo forest on the mountain behind Samsara Peak. In the darkness, there was an old big house sitting on the edge of the bamboo forest. Two large white lanterns in front of the door gave off a pale and pale light, like some kind of
The two eyes of the giant beast.
Of course Xuan Ying knew where this was. Without any pause, she directly pushed open the wooden door of the Cangyun Sect Patriarch's Ancestral Hall and walked in.
The strong smell of Zen fragrance hit her face, which made Xuan Ying very uncomfortable. She didn't like this smell. She couldn't figure out why humans must burn incense when paying homage to their ancestors. Do they think that Yin spirits must like this kind of incense?
spirit.
"I wonder what the fairy is doing here late at night?"
A hoarse voice came from inside the ancestral hall. Xuan Ying was startled. He turned around and saw an old, rickety old man with a knife in his hand and an ordinary spiritual tablet engraved on it. The old man in front of him,
He was looking at himself with a strange look.
Xuan Ying was a little surprised. With her way of doing things, she didn't find anyone alive in the ancestral hall when she entered.
The surprise was only for a moment, and Xuan Ying said calmly: "Oh, I'm here to pay homage to an old friend, am I disturbing you?"
The old man stared at Xuan Ying for a long time and said, "Old friend? Could it be Xuan Zhenzi?"
Xuan Ying was really surprised this time. At first she thought she wasn't paying attention, so she didn't feel the old man's presence, but the old man's words just now were like thunder exploding in her heart.
She stared deeply at the old man and said, "Who are you?"
The old man put the knife and the spiritual tablet in his hand on a wooden shelf beside him, walked over, and said: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I know who you are, the Thousand-year-old Zombie God, Su Nu Xuan Ying, I don't know
Is my guess right?"
Xuan Ying said: "You know that I know Xuan Zhenzi?"
The old man seemed to smile, gently brushed the silver hair hanging from his forehead, and said: "You should be quite familiar with each other. Back in the far north, the fairy and the nine-tailed sky fox demon Xiaoyu were killed by Xuan Zhenzi.
Rescued? It is estimated that the fairy has lived for nearly ten thousand years, and her only real friends are Yao Xiaoyu and Xuan Zhenzi."
Xuan Ying said coldly: "Who are you?"
The old man said: "I'm just an old servant guarding the ancestral hall. You go, this is not the place you should be. There are a few old guys in the bamboo forest. If you alert them and the jade machine in the front mountain, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
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Xuan Ying stared at the old man, and suddenly a familiar feeling came over her heart. It felt like she had known the old man before, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
No one in the world should know about his relationship with Yao Xiaoyu and Xuan Zhenzi. How did this old man know about it?
