I don't know how long it took, but Jian Zhen slowly woke up from his deep sleep.
He opened his eyes and suddenly saw a pair of huge eyes, and was startled.
"Scared, why is it you?"
After a moment, Jian Zhen came to his senses and asked sheepishly.
"Hehe, Stick, you finally woke up."
Lu Xiaoyue answered the question incorrectly, looked at Jian Zhen with a smile and said.
"Don't you also want to rest? Why did you wake up faster than me?"
Jian Zhen was a little confused.
Lu Xiaoyue smiled slightly and said proudly: "I just slept for a day. When I woke up, the doctor asked me to drink some medicine, and I was fine soon."
Well, it seems that the human body does recover faster.
Jian Zhen felt quite resentful about this. After all, he was no longer a human being and could not be restored through other means.
The only way he could regain his energy was the stupidest way - sleeping.
Of course, this time he woke up slower than Lu Xiaoyue, not just because of this, the bigger reason was - he was more seriously injured.
Lu Xiaoyue only lost strength, but Jian Zhen almost extinguished his spiritual fire, exhausted his strength, and almost collapsed.
"Then...are you okay?"
Jianzhen asked in a nagging tone.
"It's okay..."
Lu Xiaoyue shook her head, and then said: "I seem to be better now than before... The fire you set out seems to be very useful to me, I feel more powerful."
The two chatted for a while and then talked about the sword wielder.
When Lu Xiaoyue woke up, a disciple came to report to her, saying: Mr. Li San has helped to deal with everything about the sword wielder.
Please don't worry her.
Lu Xiaoyue had no objections to this and was even a little happy.
When someone helps, she is more willing than anyone else.
After talking about the sword wielder, we talked about Qin Xiao and three other disciples.
It turned out that they were all just frozen, but later recovered after treatment.
However, Qin Xiao doesn't seem to be healed so quickly...
He was already injured, but before he could fully recover, he received another heavy blow from the Gray Sword, adding to his injuries!
"How about we go see him later?" Jian Zhen suddenly suggested.
"good."
Lu Xiaoyue agreed simply, and then looked directly at Jian Zhen.
…
The atmosphere suddenly became a little silent. The important things to talk about had been finished, and Jianzhen didn't know what to say.
After a while, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Well... aren't you curious, who am I? Why can I talk to you?"
Lu Xiaoyue nodded, continued to look at Jian Zhen, and said, "I'm waiting for you to tell me."
"Okay, let me think about it..."
Jian Zhen made an excuse to calm down for a while and think about what kind of story he should use to tell Lu Xiaoyue his origins.
In fact, as early as when he was fighting against Hui Wu, Jian Zhen suddenly discovered that he could communicate directly with Lu Xiaoyue.
This kind of communication is not just about conveying information through simple movements, but also about the connection between souls.
It is simpler and faster than speaking directly!
As long as Lu Xiaoyue wanted to talk to him, Jian Zhen would be able to feel it immediately.
The same goes for Lu Xiaoyue, she can accurately know every word Jian Zhen said.
This method of communication completely transcends language and is a dialogue between souls.
Jian Zhen didn't know how this kind of communication was formed, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, he felt that the most likely possibility was that when his own spiritual fire enveloped Lu Xiaoyue, he established an inexplicable connection with her through these spiritual fires.
Such a connection would be of great benefit to both of them.
It is precisely because of this connection that they have the biggest trump card - a connection of minds!
If there is no connection between minds, they may not be able to follow the sword wielder's last move, not to mention they can still chat here.
This was the key to their eventual comeback.
When they first established contact, Lu Xiaoyue was shocked by this for a while.
However, in the face of a powerful enemy, they all had a tacit understanding and did not talk about it.
Now that everything is fine, Jian Zhen is going to make up a little story about his origin.
"Well...actually, I am an old grandfather."
Jian Zhen thought for a long time and finally spoke slowly.
"Grandpa?" Lu Xiaoyue raised her eyebrows, filled with curiosity.
"Yes."
Jian Zhen nodded and said: "I am the old grandfather hiding in this sword... I must be three thousand years old."
"Three thousand years old?"
Lu Xiaoyue's eyes widened, showing an incredulous look.
What is the concept of three thousand years old?
In the past, the oldest old man in the village was only over 70 years old... Three thousand years old is equivalent to the 50 oldest old men put together.
With Lu Xiaoyue's mind, she couldn't even imagine how long that period of time was...
"Um."
Jian Zhen nodded and continued: "I was harmed by my enemy. I had no choice but to hide in this sword. It took more than three thousand years for you to pick it up."
"The fact that you picked me up can be regarded as the fate between us..."
"So, it was always grandpa...you helping me?"
Lu Xiaoyue suddenly interrupted Jian Zhen's words and asked seriously.
"Uh...yeah."
"Hehe, so that's it."
Lu Xiaoyue smiled, as if she had thought of something, and suddenly said coquettishly: "But, what should I do if I don't like to call you grandpa?"
"Then what do you like to be called?"
"A wooden stick! When I first saw you, you were a wooden stick!"
Recalling the time when she just picked up the sword, Lu Xiaoyue couldn't help showing a trace of nostalgia.
"Uh... it's up to you, it doesn't matter what you call it."
Jian Zhen shook his head helplessly.
He no longer cares about the name... Anyway, the body changed from a wooden stick to a wooden sword and then to an iron rod.
Who knows what will happen in the future...
Whether you call it a stick or an old man, it's the same.
"Then, is there anything you want to do, Mu Guan?" Lu Xiaoyue suddenly asked.
"No!"
Jian Zhen shook his head, but suddenly smiled bitterly in his heart: Even if there was, he couldn't say it.
"Okay, I do."
"what you up to?"
"I want to become more powerful!"
"Become more powerful? Practice martial arts?"
"Yes, whether I am practicing martial arts or learning other things, I want to become more powerful!"
Lu Xiaoyue said seriously.
Jian Zhen thought for a while, carefully recalled the sword skills he had learned, and then said: "Well... maybe I can help you."
"Really? That's great!"
Lu Xiaoyue's face was full of excitement, and her eyes were shining like stars.
Seeing this scene, Jian Zhen smiled knowingly.
"However, I don't know if you can learn those things, so you have to work hard."