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"If Master is unhappy, can I kill her?"

No one else took Qi Gui's words seriously. They all thought it was just a lie told to children.

Killing people is not that easy. Among the four, only Nangong Xue has killed monsters.

Cao Jun and Zheng Huaian had just joined the sect and both came from wealthy families, so it could be said that they had never even slaughtered a chicken.

Not to mention Mu Mushe, who was so absorbed in refining that he didn't care about anything else. Besides, with his current cultivation level, he was not at the stage where he needed to capture monsters as materials for refining.

Only Luo Yiyi knew that Qi Gui was absolutely serious when he said this. As long as she agreed, Qi Gui would definitely find a way to kill Tang Wan'er.

Luo Yiyi felt very happy that her dear and obedient disciple Qi Gui was not the love-dead protagonist in the original plot. He was not tempted by beauty and was able to stand firm and unwavering.

Therefore, Luo Yiyi no longer cared about what happened to Tang Wan'er. The most urgent task for her was to find the ghost flower.

They searched in the secret realm for a day, and considering that Luo Yiyi needed sleep, they chose to set up camp in a dry cave at night.

This day was of great significance to Cao Jun. He actually found his natal sword. Although he relied on the joint efforts of Nangong Xue and Qi Gui to defeat the leopard monster, he did not mind his weakness at all. As a member of the Tianyan Sect, only by becoming strong can he repay the sect's cultivation and the protection of his fellow disciples.

In the warm and dry cave, a fire was burning. Nangong Xue and Qi Gui were patrolling outside, leaving Cao Jun and Zheng Huaian to guard Luo Yiyi. As for Mushe, no one had any hope for him.

Luo Yiyi looked at Cao Jun holding the natal sword he had just received, stroking it lovingly, carefully wiping the sword with a clean handkerchief, and moving closer curiously.

"Junjun, do you like this sword very much?"

Cao Jun was so delighted that he even forgot his respect and fear for Luo Yiyi, and talked to her freely as if he had found a confidant.

"I really love my baby. I named it 'Bawang'. What do you think?"

Luo Yiyi was stunned, and almost heard it as "Wang Ba". She thought about it and felt that this name was not domineering enough.

"so so."

"Then what did you call it?"

"How about calling me 'Ba Ba'?"

"..."

A picture suddenly appeared in Cao Jun's mind.

The two greatest warriors of the time fought on the top of a mountain, and they took out their own natal swords together.

"This is my natal sword, 'Cangqiong'."

"This is my natal sword, 'Ba Ba'."

"..."

The scene was so beautiful that it seemed to sting his eyes. Cao Jun shook his hands and hugged his beloved Jianjian tightly, and cautiously took a small step away from Luo Yiyi.

"This name is too domineering. I don't think my baby can bear it."

Luo Yiyi enthusiastically suggested: "How about calling it 'Tian Ba'? 'Di Ba'? 'Wang Ba'?"

Cao Jun quietly took another step away and said, "How about we not use the word '霸' anymore?"

Luo Yiyi continued to suggest enthusiastically: "Zhan Zhan's sword is called 'Nine Heavens', how about your treasure be called 'Ten Heavens'?"

Cao Jun felt like he was about to cry. What the hell is ten days? I still have a hundred days, a thousand days, and ten thousand days! However, even if he had a million guts, he didn't dare to complain. He always felt that if Qi Gui knew about it, he would be beaten to death.

At this time, Zheng Huaian, who had just finished meditating, finally came to rescue him.

"Uncle Master, the Sword Master's natal sword 'Jiu Tian' should be above the nine heavens, which is taken from the idea that all things are born from the mysterious universe and all things return to one. One gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. All things change, and after ninety-nine eighty-one, the cycle repeats, so there is no saying of ten."

Luo Yiyi didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Zheng Huaian thought about it for a moment and tried to express it in a simple and understandable way.

"If we count upwards, there is no end, but this goes against the cycle of nature. Therefore, our cultivation emphasizes that after practicing to a certain number, we will break through a realm and start again from 1 in the new realm. For example, after going from 1 to 9, we return to 1, but this 1 is not the same thing as the previous 1."

Zheng Huaian used the example of the realm of cultivation, and indeed Luo Yiyi was able to understand.

"Then Junjun's baby can't be called 'Ten Days'?"

"According to common sense, 'nine' is the largest, but 'ten' will become like the waxing moon and the waning water, which is very likely to produce the opposite result. In simple terms, the first bird to stick its head out will be shot, and being too ostentatious will eventually bring disaster."

Luo Yiyi didn't quite understand the first half of the sentence, but she did understand the second half, which was to say that one should not be too arrogant, as arrogance will easily lead to being struck by lightning.

So she started to worry. Nothing worked. For the first time, she felt that coming up with a name was such a difficult thing.

Seeing her sad face, Zheng Huaian secretly laughed and tried to persuade her.

"Uncle Master, don't bother with him. He can call his baby whatever he wants, even cat or dog. It's not too late to change the name after he becomes famous."

"Wow, Huai'an, how could you do this! My baby will be sad if you treat him like this, you know!"

Amid Cao Jun's protests, Luo Yiyi ran to the entrance of the cave. Mu She was studying some small mechanism in the moonlight above his head, muttering something that Luo Yiyi could not understand.

Without disturbing him, Luo Yiyi looked up and around at the dark forest outside the cave. As expected, she did not see Qi Gui.

So she turned and looked up at the sky, where there was a big moon and seven bright stars not far away. She didn't understand why this place was clearly a secret place, so how could there be a night sky that was exactly the same as the outside world.

Her attention was always drawn to the seven brightest stars, and she couldn't help but reach out and pat the shepherd's hut where she was concentrating on studying.

"Mumu, what are those stars? Why are they always bright?"

Mu She took the time to raise his head, then lowered it again after a moment.

"That should be the Big Dipper. It is said to be the creator of the order of heaven and earth, pointing to the continuous rotation of the four seasons: spring for growth, summer for growth, autumn for harvest, and winter for storage."

"Spring brings life, summer brings growth, autumn brings harvest, winter brings storage. The four seasons rotate and cycle..."

Luo Yiyi muttered to herself and suddenly realized: "I understand!"

"Understand what?"

Mu She looked up and saw that there was no one in sight. He shook his head and continued to concentrate on his research.

Inside the cave, the two people who were discussing the process of getting the sword today noticed Luo Yiyi's excitement and looked up at her.

Luo Yiyi jumped twice in excitement: "Junjun, I know what your baby is going to be named!"

Cao Jun immediately hugged the sword in his arms cautiously: "W-what, what's the name?"

Luo Yiyi said firmly: "Beidou, Junjun's sword is called Beidou!"

"Bei... Dou?"

Cao Jun and Zheng Huaian looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Zheng Huaian tapped the handle of his fan and said thoughtfully, "The Big Dipper is the center of the universe, where the four seasons rotate and everything changes. It is admired by thousands of people and also has the characteristics of an emperor. Hmm... it does fit what you said before."

Cao Jun said: "Beidou, this name sounds great."

Zheng Huaian nodded in agreement: "It is indeed great, and it was given a name by your uncle-master. Cao Jun, your sword is destined to become an extraordinary weapon."

Cao Jun looked at his precious sword with bright eyes and slowly stroked its blade.

"Baby, from now on you will be called 'Beidou', and I will never disgrace this name!"

A ray of silver light flashed on the silver-gray sword, as if giving a joyful response.