Enter the fairyland with the system!

Tushita Palace.

At this time, in the room where Zhuo Bufan was, there was a woman wearing a white gauze skirt with butterfly pink sleeves.

Standing in front of him with a confused look on his face.

"Where is this?"

After standing still, the woman asked timidly.

Zhuo Bufan did not immediately answer the question of this woman who appeared suddenly.

Instead, he rubbed his chin, thinking about what had just happened.

If he had seen it correctly, the woman should have come out from the direction of the hilt!

Under the power of the Six Ding Divine Fire, even the Golden Immortal of Daluo would not be able to remain unscathed.

But when he thought about this, he suddenly remembered that he had not yet checked the condition of the hilt of his new sword!

"We can't lose this thing!"

As he spoke, he was about to turn sideways to see where it was, but found that the hilt had disappeared.

Looking more closely, the thing was securely fastened around the woman's waist.

Is this person here just to grab the hilt?

He thought of it subconsciously, but the other party's confused look made him a little confused.

At this moment, the woman looked obviously anxious.

"Excuse me, where exactly is this?"

Hearing the other party's question again, Zhuo Bufan didn't hesitate any longer.

The woman in front of him seemed less emotionally stable than he had imagined.

If you don't say anything, who knows what will happen.

"This is Tushita Palace."

"who are you?"

As he spoke, he watched the woman's reaction.

After getting the answer, the other party's eyes became even more confused.

His right hand gripped the hilt of the sword very skillfully.

"Tushita Palace? Tushita Palace."

"Who is the Supreme Being in Heaven now?"

After getting the answer, the other party did not answer his question, but continued to ask more questions.

But he noticed that when the woman asked this question.

Not only did she subconsciously bite her lips, but the hand holding the sword also trembled slightly.

This detail caused him to raise his eyebrows slightly, and he decided to ask about the man's background first.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

He looked at the woman in front of him with indifference.

The other party seemed to realize that he was being a bit abrupt.

She opened her pink lips, took a deep breath, and answered slowly.

"My name is Weiyang, and I am the spirit of this Xinyi Sword!"

"I was hiding in Xuantian Mountain with my sisters, but unexpectedly we were harmed by a traitor, and that's why we ended up like this!"

These two short sentences did help Zhuo Bufan resolve some of his doubts.

But now he has more problems!

This woman claims to be a weapon spirit, so it must be related to the hilt of the sword.

But he had never heard of Xuantian Mountain!

As for being harmed by a villain, doesn't that mean that someone destroyed an innate magic weapon?

In his opinion, this is something that only a quasi-saint can do!

Thinking of this, he became even more curious about the pretty woman in front of him.

"Right now, the Jade Emperor is in charge of the Heavenly Court."

"I've never heard of the Xuantian Mountain you just mentioned. Where is it?"

After he answered the other party's previous questions, he wanted the woman to reveal more information.

But at this moment, the other party suddenly lowered his eyebrows and retreated involuntarily.

"Has the Heavenly Court changed people?"

"Doesn't that mean the Lich Tribulation is over?"

While the woman was muttering to herself, she gave Zhuo Bufan a key message.

"Lich Tribulation? Are you a spirit from the Lich Tribulation period?"

"But it's still several kalpas away from there."

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

His words were like a heavy blow to Weiyang's heart.

After so much time has passed, hasn't everything turned to ashes?

Then, isn't it possible that my sisters...

All kinds of thoughts echoed in her mind, and she felt dizzy.

With a clang, he tripped over the leg of a nearby table.

Just when he was about to fall to the ground and get hurt, Zhuo Bufan grabbed him around the waist.

"Um...thank you, fellow Daoist!"

Suddenly noticing the unusual body temperature, Wei Yang immediately came to her senses and her cheeks flushed.

"While I still have some time."

"Let's talk about your story first!"

After Zhuo Bufan helped him to the chair, he leaned against the door and asked quickly.

Although he also wanted to take some time to observe the other person carefully.

But it won't be long before Liuli will ask him to make medicine. When the other party sees it, it is hard to say what will happen.

And Wei Yang seemed to want to take this opportunity to quickly figure out what was going on.

The two of them quickly understood the situation in the following time.

After a while, Zhuo Bufan came from the door and sat next to the woman.

He looked at the hilt of the sword on the table and nodded.

"In other words, after becoming the hilt of the sword, you lost consciousness?"

"So, you don't know how you got here?"

In response to his question, Wei Yang nodded obediently.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan began to speculate.

According to what he had learned from the other party before.

This Weiyang was originally the spirit within an innate immortal sword.

It was born in Xuantian Mountain together with the other eight immortal swords. However, during the period of the witch and demon calamity, some cultivators tried to force their way through and take the swords.

A few people followed the destiny and rebelled against it.

In the end, he was directly hit by the monk's short sword blade and has been wandering ever since!

Based on this description, he might be able to guess why the hilt of the sword appeared in Lu Dongbin's mansion.

Most likely, after the hilt was recast with ordinary iron, it also regained some of its magical instincts.

During one of Lu Dongbin's travels, he sensed that the other party was a swordsman.

He followed him into the cave, hoping that he could awaken the spirit of the weapon again.

However, I never expected that it would end up in his hands.

He now picked up the hilt of the sword that had been reborn from the fire and examined it carefully.

Although it is a broken weapon, this skinny camel is still bigger than a horse.

The spiritual power in the hilt is even stronger than the Yun Xiao Sword in his hand.

What attracted his attention most was that the nine red dots on the hilt of the sword had turned into a Tai Chi diagram during this fire quenching.

On the reverse side of the Tai Chi diagram is an exquisite Bagua diagram.

This Plum Blossom Chess Sword seems to have something to do with numerology.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the sword at this time and couldn't help but speculate in his heart.

Wei Yang, who was sitting opposite her, was holding the hem of her skirt with both hands, as if she was thinking about something.

"Well, I have something to say!"

After a mental struggle, she seemed to have finally made up her mind and spoke to Zhuo Bufan.

"Oh, just tell me what you have to say!"

"Wait a minute, I have to go out and make the elixir!"

While Zhuo Bufan was playing with the hilt of the sword, he found a teacup from the side and spoke casually.

She had her eyes slightly squinting, her face flushed, and her posture a little awkward.

"Well, can you please be my master?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuo Bufan, who was still thinking about when to go out to refine the elixir, spat out the tea in his mouth.

He stared at her innocent face with wide eyes.

I was shouting in my heart, what kind of vicious words are these!