How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

The moment it touched his sleeve, a strong wind blew and pushed Yan Ming's hand away.

When he looked up again, there was a man in black in front of Hongxuan.

This man has sharp eyebrows and deep eyes. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed in the middle, giving him an aura of majesty without even being angry.

She was wearing a black robe with a jade-inlaid ribbon around her waist, which showed off her slender and powerful figure.

His black hair was tied up high with a crimson ribbon, making him look like the legendary celestial god of war who was not easy to mess with.

Standing there, he and Hongxuan, who looked like a banished immortal behind him, one black and one white, looked like people from two different worlds.

"Sword Spirit?"

Shangqing was the first to react. He tilted his head and looked at Yan Ming inquiringly.

Jue Ji is his life sword, but why would this sword spirit stand with Hong Xuan?

Yan Ming was shocked when he saw Mo Yang.

He is a sword spirit. How can he come out on his own without the sword master's permission?

What's more, it can attack the sword master?

Yan Ming was both surprised and delighted. A sword spirit that could achieve such a level must be no ordinary creature.

Now that he has got it, sooner or later he will make the sword spirit completely submit to him!

Mo Yang didn't care what others thought. He glanced at Shangqing, turned around, and stared at Hongxuan with his dark eyes filled with grievance.

"Hongxuan——" The voice was soft, with a pleading tone.

It was completely different from the arrogance and domineering attitude he had just shown in the Jue Ji Sword.

Hearing this, the three people present frowned to varying degrees at the same time.

Mo Yang originally thought that even if Hongxuan was not moved, he would soften his heart and take him home when he saw that he was wronged.

But when his eyes moved to Hongxuan's hand, Mo Yang's expression froze instantly.

"you,"

Mo Yang's expression was torn for a moment, as if he was struck by lightning.

"You went behind my back to find another sword?!"

……

"Waste!" Yan Ming gritted his teeth and cursed.

Is this silly sword spirit in front of me really the Jueji Sword, the top weapon passed down from generation to generation in the demon world?

If it weren't for the blood contract, Yan Ming would really doubt whether he had come to the wrong place!

Hongxuan was speechless when he saw Mo Yang's gaze as if he was catching someone cheating.

The Frost Shadow Sword in my hand has been with me for more than a hundred years. What does it mean to carry it on my back?

Was he there at that time?

Besides, wasn’t he the sword of life summoned by Yan Ming?

Does he even know who he is talking to?

"You--" Hongxuan wanted to say that he had recognized the wrong person.

But looking at the aggrieved look on the face of the person in front of him, he was unable to speak.

Besides, Hongxuan heard more than once that the sword spirit kept mentioning his name.

"return!"

Yan Ming couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he cut his finger and used his blood to summon Mo Yang and bring the person back.

"What?!"

Mo Yang was disturbed and felt very annoyed.

For someone like Yan Ming, Mo Yang would have killed him eight hundred times in the past.

"What are you talking about?!" Yan Ming was speechless. "You are my sword spirit!"

"Can you please mind your words and actions? This is really embarrassing!"

After saying that, he pulled Mo Yang out of the sword tomb.

He was full of resentment and didn't care about Shangqing and Hongxuan behind him.

"What a lousy sword that dares to look for Hongxuan. Don't even dare to fart in front of me!"

Mo Yang was no longer happy, so he had to be dragged away by Yan Ming with a dark face, cursing in his heart.

Shangqing looked at the two figures standing side by side in front of him, feeling a little strange and uncomfortable.

Hongxuan hasn't come to his senses yet.

He had begun to doubt whether there was something wrong with his memory.

Who or which sword spirit have you forgotten?

Hongxuan looked down at the Frost Shadow Sword in his hand and felt that something was wrong.

In the end, I couldn't figure it out, and returned to Gulanshan with a lot on my mind.

……

The Jue Ji Sword was taken away. Three days later, all the major sects came to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, but naturally found nothing.

Each family came with high hopes but left disappointed, and had to go back home separately.

Some people refused to give up and set up camp near the sword tomb, saying they would wait and see what would happen.

But the three people on Gulan Mountain, oh no, now four, don’t care about these.

"Master~" Yan Ming's eyes were red and his face was drooping.

"The sword spirit of my sword is really disobedient. I don't know how it can be out of my control and has its own consciousness!"

Yan Ming tugged at Shang Qing's sleeve, "Master, please help me. You can't just watch me get bullied by a sword spirit, right?"

"The sword has spirit, that's a good thing."

Shang Qing squeezed Yan Ming's palm and smiled sweetly, "You should get along well with him and control your temper."

In Shangqing's view, the more difficult it is to tame, the more precious it is.

Yan Ming should seize this opportunity instead of confronting the sword spirit.

"You don't know, he—"

"Master, Junior Brother."

Before Yan Ming could finish his words, Hongxuan's voice was heard at the door.

"Hongxuan?

Aren’t you going to take the Baicaotang disciples to Lingshan to collect herbs?

Haven't you set off yet? "

Shangqing was satisfied with this eldest disciple in every aspect.

Apart from being a man of few words, he is outstanding in every other aspect and is Shangqing's only choice as the successor.

"Master," Hongxuan sat down with a dilemma and put the Frost Shadow Sword on the table. "I,"

He stopped his gaze on Yan Ming, a little unnatural, "I have a few words to ask your sword spirit."

"Hey~ I knew that Hongxuan would be worried about me."

"He came here specifically to find me this time, you bastard, did you see that?"

"Brother, what do you mean?"

Yan Ming could hardly keep the smile on his face. He clenched his fists and felt indescribably aggrieved in his heart.

"Could it be that Senior Brother has something to say about my life sword?"

If this is true, Yan Ming feels that he needs to consider Hongxuan's death in advance!

"What are you thinking about, you bastard?! Are you trying to harm Hongxuan again?"

"I'm telling you, if you want to die early, just try. I'm here, don't even think about touching him!"

"Shut up!!!"

Yan Ming roared, unable to bear it any longer.

The other two knew that this was what Yan Ming said to the sword spirit.

It’s just that Hongxuan can hear the sword spirit’s thoughts and understand the inside story better.

It seems that his junior fellow apprentice doesn't really like him...

"Don't get me wrong," Hongxuan collected his thoughts and picked up the Frost Shadow Sword, "It's my Frost Shadow. It can't be unsheathed."

Before Hongxuan went out today, he discovered that no matter how hard he pulled, the Frost Shadow would not come out of the sheath, as if it was dead.

Shuangying has been with Hongxuan for more than a hundred years and has become a part of Hongxuan.

When people talk about Immortal Hongxuan, they will also mention the Frost Shadow Sword in his hand.

But now, Frost Shadow has gone out. As a sword cultivator, how can he go out without a sword?

"Shuangying has never been in this situation before," Hongxuan pursed his lips, "I'm afraid he was stimulated by something."

"Brother, you are joking," Yan Ming's eyes surged, "How is your sword being stimulated related to my sword spirit?"

……

Hongxuan couldn't say that he could hear the sword spirit's thoughts, right?

Ever since returning from the Sword Tomb, something has been wrong with the Frost Shadow Sword. After much thought, Hongxuan feels that it has something to do with the sword spirit.

"Hongxuan."

Before anyone could react, Mo Yang suddenly appeared again.

Yan Ming was startled and gritted his teeth in hatred.

Especially this guy, the eager look in his eyes when he saw Hongxuan was so eye-catching that Yan Ming didn't like it very much!