Now that we're in a book, isn't it reasonable to use some cheats?

"Don't be surprised, senior."

Yan Tingshan half-knelt beside Su Ning and spoke to the sword on her body: "She didn't mean to disturb you."

He spoke sincerely.

It was as if the sword could understand what he said, as if it really could.

The white light that bound Su Ning flashed and transformed into the shape of a sword, standing in the original soil, emitting a cold and chilly aura.

Seeing that the senior had no intention of making a fuss, Yan Tingshan breathed a sigh of relief and complained, "Can you please stop being naughty for a while?"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Su Ning said confidently.

Yan Tingshan: “…” So it’s his fault?

The sword tomb is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. The lower one is for the sect disciples, the middle one is for the sect master's direct disciples, and the upper one is for elders and above.

But there are exceptions.

As long as I get Yan Shian's permission, it's not impossible to go.

"According to the sect's rules, I can only take you to the sword tomb in the intermediate area." Yan Tingshan stood in front of the intermediate sword tomb.

Then he put his hands on his hips and said proudly, "But my status is not ordinary. I will be a nominal elder in the near future."

Not getting the applause he deserved, Yan Tingshan looked back in confusion.

The two of them didn't listen to him at all. They stood in front of a sword and talked: "Senior sister, this sword is very sharp, use it to shave leg hair..."

"No, it's more than enough to kill people."

"Not really. It's too heavy and not suitable for a weak woman like me." Su Ning touched her chin and began to pick and choose.

"What about that one?" Mu Xiaoyu pointed at a sword that was all pink, thinking that girls would like this kind of thing: "It's a sexy pink one."

Su Ning finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"What kind of adjective is this? One moment you say shaved legs, the next moment you say sexy powder. Can you be a little more knowledgeable?"

No, can’t you pretend to be one?

Don't think she didn't know just now that he wanted to use it to shave his legs.

"I'm being realistic."

"..."

"No." They ignored him, which made Yan Tingshan very unhappy: "Are you two listening to me?"

Mu Xiaoyu turned a deaf ear and said, "Senior Sister, look at this sword."

"too ugly."

"You guys..." Still no one paid any attention to him, and Yan Tingshan became furious.

Say what should and shouldn't be said: "It's just a sword. There is a magic sword left by our ancestors in the deep sword tomb."

After saying that, he regretted it.

He knew Su Ning's character. What if she tried to draw the sword? However, as a little Karami, it was impossible for her to make the sword recognize its master.

After all, the sect leader has never succeeded.

"Excalibur?" Su Ning's eyes lit up after finally hearing useful information. She couldn't wait any longer: "Take us to see it."

That's what I was waiting for.

If she brought it up on her own initiative, this guy would definitely think she had an ulterior motive.

"I didn't say anything." Yan Tingshan pretended that he didn't say anything.

"If you keep pretending, I'll stick your head in the toilet!"

“…I’m just trying to liven up the atmosphere.”

Finally, under the coercion of Su Ning, the three of them came to a place that only elders and above could come to, and Yan Tingshan gave them repeated instructions.

"Don't touch anything here."

"You still don't trust me." Su Ning patted his chest to assure him, but secretly looked at this sword tomb which was different from the previous one.

I saw a black and rusty long sword standing in the middle of the ground, and above the sword, there were also densely packed swords.

The illusion of respecting the sword on the ground.

Yan Tingshan pointed at the sword and introduced it proudly: "This is the sword left by our ancestors. It has a history of thousands of years."

Looking at the rusty "magic sword" that was covered with unknown objects, Su Ning couldn't compare it with the magic sword.

"Are you sure what kind of magic sword it is?" Su Ning was skeptical.

"of course."

She looked disgusted, not expecting any amazing swords to be found here: "I feel like it's no different from something fished out of a toilet."

It is also said to be a sword tomb containing tens of thousands of swords.

Looking at it this way, it's just some scrap metal, nothing to look forward to.

"Don't talk nonsense." Yan Tingshan covered her mouth nervously, and only felt relieved when he saw that there was no movement around.

She is so talkative.

If we anger them collectively, we will probably be in trouble.

Su Ning took his hand away: "Don't touch me."

"..."

Perhaps realizing that his behavior had crossed the line, Yan Tingshan was at a loss and began to introduce the origin of the sword to them.

"My ancestor relied on this sword to become the number one in the world of cultivation."

As he was speaking, he inadvertently saw Mu Xiaoyu clasp his hands together, bow reverently to the sword, and say something.

He said: "My ancestors were so powerful, in the future I will also..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Tingshan kicked him away and said, "Don't come here. This ancestor is quite powerful. He became the number one in the cultivation world at the age of 35."

"But he was unlucky and died at the age of thirty-five."

He was glorious for only a few days, and died young for some unknown reason.

Since the passing of the ancestors.

This sword was tacitly allowed to remain in their Lingyu Sect for the younger generations to admire, but not to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors and die young.

Mu Xiaoyu's face turned green.

Sure enough, there is a price to pay for high cultivation.

"The man died young, but the sword is fine. Without a master, the sword will become sealed until it finds a master again."

"Could it be that this sword is the master's nemesis?" Mu Xiaoyu frowned.

Recognize one by one.

If there is something wrong with the sword itself, then no matter how powerful it is, you have no point in keeping it.

“No.” Yan Tingshan shook his head. The core members of their sect knew this sword better than anyone else: “It is impossible for it to defeat the master.”

"Oh." Mu Xiaoyu didn't say anything else and continued to listen to him.

Yan Tingshan revealed another secret: "This sword has never recognized any other master except the ancestor, let alone reappear in the world."

"And my brother is the sect's leader. I think all the previous sect leaders have tried to get him to recognize their leader, but they all ended in failure."

"You really don't know your own limitations." Mu Xiaoyu was speechless.

Everyone knows except the ancestors.

No one could make it recognize its master. Did they think they were the best in the cultivation world? They didn't even have this much self-awareness.

Yan Tingshan lifted his hair and said disapprovingly: "This is called having ideals."

“…”Dream on next time.

"There's more..." Then he looked around like a thief, and when he found no one was around, he continued to reveal the explosive news to Mu Xiaoyu.

"My brother tried more than once."

"All failed?" Mu Xiaoyu had guessed it long ago. If Yan Shian had succeeded, this sword would not have been here.

He teamed up with outsiders to expose his brother's past, and he didn't even blink an eye: "Are you going to stop talking nonsense? My brother is too lazy to come here anymore."

You probably don't even want to look at it, because as soon as you look at it you'll think of its glorious history.

Who can bear this?

The two of them were discussing with each other.

Su Ning had no time to care about anything. He walked to the sword, grasped the hilt with one hand, and easily pulled out the sword.

She raised the sword: "It's just drawing a sword, how difficult can it be?"