Seeing this scene, Cheng Yu also felt a little sad. This sword had been with Qin Hongyu for more than 800 years, and now he suddenly had to say goodbye to its former owner. Being able to do this shows the spiritual power of this sword. p>
"It seems that Cheng has taken over the king's love."
He said casually with a sneer, and took the Wu Jun sword that was wrapped with strips of cloth on several cases in his hand. This was to be returned to Zhuang Huaijin's new Jie Yuan.
Unexpectedly, Bu Mingjian, which was flying around Qin Hongyu, seemed to sense it. The tip of the sword suddenly changed its direction and pointed at the Wujun sword in Cheng Yu's hand, whistling with a "woo".
Cheng Yu, with quick eyes and quick hands, relaxed his arms and grabbed the small leather rope on the sword's head.
It's not that the sword is dead, but the sword is still shaking in an attempt to move forward, like a little fighting dog being dragged by the tail. The sword is trembling endlessly, "buzzing" in demonstration against the Wujun Sword.
Is this... jealous of this Wujun sword?
Cheng Yu laughed dumbly. It turned out to be a biting dog without barking. He pounced on him without saying a word.
He first placed the Wujun Sword on several cases to stop the sword from rushing forward and then slowed down.
Cheng Yu held it up in front of him and lectured:
"You are a spiritual fairy sword, how can you be jealous of this mortal sword? From now on, you must obey my orders. If you continue to cause trouble with your own will, then you will stay in Wujun Palace."
Bu Mingjian seemed to understand what he was saying, and fell silent in the blink of an eye. He rushed forward with the tip of his sword and gently rubbed it back and forth against Cheng Yu's shoulder with the blade of the sword, while the small leather rope attached to the sword's head shook continuously.<
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Then, when Cheng Yu wasn't paying attention, he swung the small leather rope lightly and swept the Wujun sword on the desk to the ground with a "Cang!" sound.
Cheng Yu looked back and frowned.
Bu Jian gently swayed the sword a few times, as if to indicate that what he had just done was unintentional.
Cheng Yu held it in his hand and calmed down without using the sword.
Could it be that there really is a dog living in this sword?
Cheng Yu looked at Bu Mingjian, and then asked Qin Hongyu:
"Master Wu, as you just said, this sword accompanied you on your expedition to the Northern Desert. When you encountered a suspected witch queen, it first disappeared, and then the scabbard shattered. After your soul returned to its place, this sword
Falling from the sky, the Earth Immortal from back then also left behind the word "Good Sword"?"
Qin Hongyu nodded in agreement after hearing this.
"That is to say, this sword was probably borrowed by the Earth Immortal to cut off the witch's spells when Lord Wu was in danger, and then returned to Lord Wu."
"That's right, Hong Yu's guess is the same."
"Well, was there any other abnormality after the sword fell from the sky?"
Cheng Yu asked a question, but Qin Hongyu slowly shook his head and said:
"There is nothing unusual. The sword is still dark and simple, and there is no reaction like today.
In fact, speaking of it, this sword is usually very easy to use and is absolutely invincible. Therefore, Hongyu has always thought that it is just an ancient sword in the world for 800 years."
Cheng Yu nodded slowly, picked up the Wujun Sword from the ground and carried it behind his back. Holding the Bujing Sword in his hand, he thanked Qin Hongyu again, turned around and walked away from the palace.
Outside the palace, Wenjun had already driven away more than a dozen martial judges who were watching. When he turned around, he met Cheng Yu who was leaving the palace. After saluting each other and saying goodbye, Wenjun summoned a stable martial judge and ordered him to take Cheng Yu back to the martial arts temple.
, he turned around and returned to the side hall, where he saw Qin Hongyu lowering his head, resting on the desks with one hand motionless. In his hand were the two sentences written by Cheng Yu himself.
"Mother..."
After Wenjun hesitated for a while, he still called softly to this heroine who looked much younger than him.
Qin Hongyu, who was looking at the two sentences on the table in a daze, came to her senses when she heard the call of her adopted son, but immediately turned her back.
After several breaths, he turned around, first motioning to Wenjun to sit down, and then with a move of his right hand, the palace doors that were split into four by the Bujing Sword flying back outside the palace flew back, and once again became two complete leaves blocking the doorway. Then she flipped her wrist and placed a layer of barrier on the door. Qin Hongyu sighed softly.
"Why does Mother seem to feel sad after meeting this gentleman?"
Wenjun asked carefully after considering it.
"Alas! You don't know something."
Qin Hongyu sighed again, shook her head and said:
"My mother and you were both saved by an immortal when we were in danger in the Northern Desert. At that time, the immortal borrowed the sword to cut off the witch's spell, so that you and I could survive. A few days ago, another
When I met this gentleman in white shirt, he was also flying in the clouds with a sword, and the back view was almost exactly the same!
Besides, just now, the strange sword changed as soon as it entered his hand. My mother guessed that it was because the spirit in the sword was sensed and reawakened. He...he is the immortal from back then!" p>
Wenjun frowned even more when he heard this and asked:
"If you are really an immortal, you and I, mother and son, will try our best to repay your kindness. Why does my son seem to feel that my mother is somewhat...promising?"
The more Wen Jun spoke, the lower his voice became. In the end, although he was a little disrespectful, he still gritted his teeth and asked all his thoughts out.
"Alas! My son, you also know that after being a mother for a lifetime, you are not a coy and weak woman. When I first met that gentleman a few days ago, I felt that I was very familiar with him, as if
It's like meeting him in a dream.
But at that time, he was fighting with others, and his mother was busy arresting the escaped souls, so he had no choice but to suppress his thoughts.
Until just now in the palace, the closer the distance between my mother and her, the stronger the feeling. I wish I could become the Yin God couple with her, so I have no regrets, so..."
Wen Jun was silent when he heard this, but he was guessing in his heart that his adoptive mother had fought all her life but never got married. She must have met an immortal in the Northern Desert, so it was difficult for any man in the world to fall in love with her.
, this is a lifelong mistake.
Alas...how charming is that look!
But at this moment, suddenly seeing this gentleman, whether he was the earthly immortal of the past or not, once again broke the knot in the adoptive mother's heart. Her love was blown by the wind, but she could not calm down.<
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Wenjun gave some more words of advice, and Qin Hongyu said quietly:
"I think back in the Northern Desert, I was different from him as an immortal. My mother could only look up to me from the ground. Although I knew that I couldn't do anything, I still felt sad.
Eight hundred years later, although I have become a military lord of a state, in charge of all matters of the underworld in a state, and have countless merits and deeds, I am still separated from him by yin and yang, alas..."
Qin Hongyu sighed deeply, then smiled helplessly and said:
"No matter!
Since I have no chance to follow you, don’t let my obsession turn into a joke. You can go back to your palace. My mother is used to seeing storms after all, so don’t worry about my mother."
Wenjun secretly glanced at Qin Hongyu, and saw that her face had recovered a little, and then she felt a little more at ease. After saying goodbye, she turned around and left the palace. After not taking a few steps, she heard Qin Hongyu in the palace shouting loudly outside the palace: p>
"Hey! So and so! Hurry up and frame these words and hang them in front of my bed in the quiet room..."
Upon hearing this, a military judge hurried into the palace, but was driven out by Qin Hongyu:
"Go, go, I don't want you to come. You are a careless fellow and your hands are very dark. If you break my calligraphy and carefully peel off your skin, call Mr. Hong over quickly. He has a more delicate mind."
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A circle of white light invisible to the naked eye flashed in the main hall of the Wu Temple. After the white light disappeared, Cheng Yu stood gracefully in the hall.
He turned to look at the statue of Qin Hongyu wearing a gilded phoenix-winged helmet high up. After bowing his hands again, he held his sword and lifted his robe, turned around and walked outside the temple, towards the Confucian Temple.
At this time, the sun was approaching noon, and the inner city was crowded and bustling.
He flew in the sky in his spirit state, held up the unknown sword in his hand, and asked softly:
"It's not called a sword. It's not called a sword. Why did you wake up when you met me?"
"..."
There was only the "swish" sound of the wind blowing in my ears, but the sword did not react at all.
Cheng Yu stopped and stood in mid-air, hanging the Bujing Sword in front of him, and asked again:
"Have you ever met me before?"
The Bujian sword, shining with bright silver light, floated quietly in the air without any movement.
Cheng Yu asked two more questions, and neither of them seemed to respond as if they didn't understand.
He shook his head and took the sword back into his hand, when a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears from beneath his feet.
He filtered out other noisy voices and looked in the direction of the call. He saw a pretty cat demon in a blue shirt standing on the roof of a house in a remote alley, waving to him.
Cheng Yu twisted around and landed on the roof. Before he could ask her why she was here and not at the Confucian Temple, the cat demon started yelling: