My understanding is against the heavens, I create a family of villains with longevity Chapter 37 Sword Spirit will never be a slave unless he has food and shelter
Chapter 37 Sword Spirit will never be a slave unless he has food and shelter
"No more."
Chen Zhixing spread his hands.
He could clearly detect that the aura emanating from Qingzhi, the sword spirit, had already reached the realm of transparency from the Void Transformation Realm!
"Don't worry, I'll let you eat as much as you can after we come back from southern Xinjiang." Chen Zhixing said with a smile.
"Really?"
In an instant, Sword Spirit Qingzhi couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he cheered.
"Of course it is true." Chen Zhixing smiled.
This sword spirit Qingzhi seems to have existed for an extremely long time, but in fact it has been sleeping most of the time.
Her character is similar to that of a girl.
Immediately.
Chen Zhixing turned his right hand, and a black sword box appeared in his hand.
The entire sword box is made of black gold dragon sandalwood, and the top is made of Jiutian Star Sand, which is carved with simple formations that nourish the soul.
This is a treasure specially used to cultivate magical weapons!
This sword box alone is worth a fortune outside!
"This...is this for me?"
Sword Spirit Qingzhi looked at the sword box blankly.
"Of course, if I don't give it to you, who will give it to you?" Chen Zhixing raised his eyebrows.
Sword Spirit Qingzhi looked at the sword box, and then at Chen Zhixing, who had a matter-of-fact look on his face. He couldn't control his emotions anymore and cried with a cry of 'Wow'.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
..."
"We eat scrap metal and live in rags..."
Qingzhi, the sword spirit, could no longer hold back and vented all the grievances in her heart.
"I was so good to him and protected him with my life several times, but in the end he treated me like this..."
The more Qingzhi Sword Spirit thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and by the end, he was crying loudly.
Chen Zhixing was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to reply.
He had no choice but to reach out and touch the hilt of the sword, and said as if coaxing a child: "Okay, okay, stop crying, be good."
"Follow me from now on and keep your favorite and spicy food."
Sword Spirit Qingzhi sobbed twice, then gritted her teeth and said: "Where is that guy Ye Chen's body? If I don't slash him with two swords, it will not relieve my anger!"
Chen Zhixing touched his nose and felt a little dumbfounded.
Are all women so vengeful?
"His body has long been fed to the dogs." Chen Zhixing replied casually.
"That's a real advantage for him!"
Sword Spirit Qingzhi snorted coldly, then looked at Chen Zhixing, making a complete plan in his heart to hug his thighs tightly and follow Chen Zhixing's work.
The next moment.
The sword spirit Qingzhi jumped up and fell into the sword box.
She suddenly felt as if she was in a warm ocean, with bits of soul-nurturing power pouring in from all directions, slowly repairing and nourishing her soul.
"It's nice to have money."
Qingzhi sighed happily in her heart.
Click.
Chen Zhixing closed the sword box and walked out of the secret room step by step.
"Does this mean that Sword Spirit will never be a slave unless he has food and shelter?"
He couldn't help but think to himself.
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The second day.
Early morning.
A sound of bells and drums resounded throughout the mist-shrouded Ziwei Mountain.
In an instant, the entire nine peaks on Ziwei Mountain became a sensation.
A young man who was practicing opened his eyes one after another.
"Coming!"
Ninth Peak, the mountain peak where the descendants of the Chen family live.
A young man with purple hair suddenly opened his eyes.
In his eyes, countless runes of the avenue flashed past.
"Has the trial in Southern Xinjiang finally begun?"
I saw him flash out of the house and immediately walked out of the house.
This time, he wants to show the Chen family who is the real Qianlong of the Chen family!
The seventh peak.
A thousand-foot waterfall poured down from the top of the peak, hitting the bluestone of the pool and splashing huge water.
This is the Ziwei Chen family, a famous landscape called Qianzhangsi.
At this moment, under the Qianzhangsi Waterfall.
A young man with disheveled hair and bare upper body, showing off his strong and well-proportioned muscles, was standing under the waterfall with his head lowered and holding two knives, letting the waterfall, which was enough to break the blue rock, rumble over him. p>
He stands tall and motionless.
"It's been ten years, and it's finally starting."
He slowly raised his head, revealing a shocking face.
The entire face is covered with ferocious markings like centipedes.
His name is Chou'er.
Chen Chou'er.
Just because he was born ugly, his father, who was known as the hero of the generation, just took one look at him, called him ugly, and threw him to the Seventh Peak where the handymen lived.
For sixteen years, his father never saw him again.
At the beginning, his father briefly asked the servant in charge of the miscellaneous affairs department about his situation.
But ever since his father gave birth to a Qianlong of the Chen family who was a Nine Ancient Patternist, he seemed to have completely forgotten about him.
Even when he took the initiative to go to the First Peak several times to ask for an audience, he was immediately kicked out of the First Peak.
I was even afraid that Qianlong's son would think too much, so I directly asked someone to severely threaten him and not tell others about their father-son relationship!
And all this is just because he looks ugly!
Just because his mother is just a servant girl!
[You don’t think that by giving birth to a son for me, you can board the big ship of the Chen family?]
[Let me tell you, our Chen family does not have such a mean and ugly bloodline! You are not worthy of being my son, Chen Tianxiong!]
[Be honest and stay at the Seventh Peak. I promise you to stay in the Chen family forever. If I hear some gossip, don’t blame me for not showing any affection!]
The ridiculing words that Chen Tianxiong once passed to him and his mother kept ringing in Chen Chou'er's mind.
Chen Chou'er's hand holding the hilt of the sword cracked because of too much force, and the veins were exposed.
"Chen Tianxiong!!!"
He squeezed out a name through his teeth.
The next moment.
He took a deep breath and his face gradually returned to calm.
"Mom, you can watch carefully in heaven as I carry your spiritual body step by step to the Chen Family Ancestral Temple."
Immediately, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the first peak, a deep laugh burst out from his throat, and his whole face looked particularly ferocious because of the smile.
"Chen Zhaosheng, the young king, right..."
"Very good, this time I will defeat you and crush you in front of everyone, so that the entire Chen family can see who is the hope of the Chen family in the future!"
"The blood of the Chen family is still flowing in my body!!"
Chen Chou'er's eyes were full of burning heat.
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At the same time.
The first peak, above the top of the mountain.
Chen Zhaosheng stood with his hands behind his back, and the invisible majesty between his brows became increasingly profound, as if he were standing like a real king, making people dare not look directly at him.
His eyes swept across the nine peaks of Ziwei one by one, and finally landed on the third peak.
"My brother, I really want to see how long you will keep hiding?"
"How far has your cultivation reached? Will you be in the realm of transparency like me?"
Chen Zhaosheng's face was calm, as if he was talking to himself or talking to someone from a distance.
No one can see it.
Deep in his eyes, a spark of excitement was quietly blooming.
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