Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Shen Yuzhuo obtained the permission of the Emperor of Heaven to reverse time and space, so his every word and action was under the surveillance of Sima Ming.

The conversation just now naturally did not escape his eyes.

"Oh no, Sword Immortal Jixue's IQ has increased again. We can't go on like this." Siming yelled and called out to several immortals beside him.

"Quick, send more people to knock down his IQ!"

Upon hearing this, several young men on the side raised their hands and made hand gestures. The crystal ball in front of them quickly floated into the air and spun violently. Purple mist lingered around it and then dispersed at a rapid speed.

Yue Lao was drinking on the side and glanced at him lazily.

"If the Sword Immortal Jixue knew you were behind this, wouldn't he chase you with his sword after returning to heaven?"

After hearing this, Siming's heart was a little flustered. He frowned and said with a smile: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. This is the Emperor's will. When the time comes, let him go to the Emperor to seek justice. I am just an errand boy, so you can't blame me."

"Besides, reversing time and space is a forbidden technique that violates the laws of time. It is unknown whether the Sword Immortal Jixue can return to the heavens alive."

"Lowering his intelligence and reducing the backlash is also considered helping him. Even if he is really trapped by that past, there is nothing we can do about it."

There has to be a price to pay. Lowering his intelligence is the lightest punishment, not to mention that it is man-made. Another punishment...

That's hard to say.

If everyone reverses time and space, goes back to the past, and drastically changes the future, saving the world would be fine, but if it were to destroy the world, many immortals in heaven would no longer exist, and people on earth would also suffer.

Apart from clearing his cultivation and lowering his intelligence, he didn't help do anything harmful to the world. Siming's dark eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, and he raised his chin, thinking he was right.

"I'm a little curious..." Yue Lao's fingertips were wrapped with red thread, his eyes narrowed slightly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"It's fine if you hid it from Sword Immortal Jixue, but why did you even hide it from your own people?" She pretended to be innocent. A dark glint flashed in Siming's eyes. He praised her and started to bring up old scores.

"Don't think I don't know about your reselling of red thread!"

"It's just a few pots of wine, and you gave away the red thread. How can you be a matchmaker like this? Tell me honestly, whose red thread did you give to that old man?" Siming nudged Yue Lao's arm with his elbow, looking gossipy.

"If it's a talented man and a beautiful woman, it's fine. But if it's a young girl with a white-haired old man, or a beggar with a princess, don't you find it offensive? It's just matchmaking."

Yue Lao's long hair was casually spread out, and his eyes were lowered. "He asked for it for his disciple. I have seen that disciple. He went to Yue Lao Temple and offered many good things. He knocked his head and broke his legs, but I didn't give him anything."

"Destined but not destined."

Siming sat aside, the dark patterns on the corners of his clothes shimmering with color. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Then why did you give him the title of Master later? If you gave him the title of Master, isn't that just giving it to him in disguise?"

"Whose red thread did you give? You even hid it from me. What's our relationship? Who's with whom?"

Knowing he was trying to trick her, Yue Lao calmly took a step to the side and said in a gloomy tone, "If you want to know the secret, then trade it for it."

"You speak first." Siming said.

Yue Lao's beautiful eyes moved slightly, "We have been friends for so many years, you speak first, and I will speak after you speak."

"You first, the female fairy takes priority."

"Why don't you say that when you're drinking?"

"..."

…………

Yu Zhao couldn't help but yawn again, and occasionally wiped the Jinghong Sword with platinum gauze. The blade was so shiny that it seemed to blind people's eyes.

The floating dragon sword spirit was envious and drooling. That was platinum gauze, the favorite of spirit swords. It was light and comfortable. When it was rubbed on the body, it seemed that even the soul could be sublimated.

He was like a little nagging woman. He felt uncomfortable all over when he thought that his scabbard had been used for two years. He had beaten it openly and secretly in the past two years, but this Shen Mu was like a blind man, pretending not to see.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit winked at Shen Yuzhuo and taunted him, "You idiot, look at how others maintain their knives, and then look at how you maintain your spirit sword."

Loving someone is like growing flowers, and those who love swords will surely prosper.

It is said that sword cultivators love swords as their life.

Why doesn't he have such a good life as Jinghong Dao?

Sajiao Lingjian had the best fate, but his words "dead ghost" made Shen Yuzhuo's skin crawl and his stomach feel nauseous.

"Could you please stop calling me that disgusting name? You can either call me Sword Master, Shen Yuzhuo, or even just Master!"

"Master?" The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit sneered, "If I call you Master, can you give me a platinum gauze and the finest scabbard?"

Shen Yuzhuo rejected him seriously, "No."

"As a spiritual sword, you can't be too materialistic."

"Me, material?" Youlong Jian Lingqi laughed, pointed at his nose and cursed with a red face.

"You're pretty diligent about changing your clothes, buying one once a month. You look like a real person, but you're not good at anything. It's a pity that I've been following you for two years, and you only bought me a scabbard once. I feel like I've been smothered!"

Shen Yuzhuo felt guilty, but still said stubbornly, "Isn't buying it once enough? Other sword cultivators change their swords every ten years, and some even never change theirs in their entire lives."

"Please, I am the Wandering Dragon Sword! Other sword cultivators worship me as their ancestor." The Wandering Dragon Sword spirit sighed to the sky. It was his own fault. He should not have chosen him. He should have chosen a wealthy cultivator.

Shen Yuzhuo thought about it seriously for two seconds, looked at him seriously, and decided to take a half step back. One step back was too much, it wouldn't work.

"Then shall I burn some paper scabbard for you?"

Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit: “…”

If Shen Yuzhuo is a human being, you can criticize him as much as you want!

Yu Zhao couldn't bear to listen any longer. She felt that the Youlong Sword Spirit was in a miserable state. She even saw blood on the hilt. She didn't know who had splashed blood on it and didn't wipe it clean.

The jade token in front of me was gleaming faintly.

[We've arrived at the small secret realm... Uh... Disciple, I can't seem to find the way.]

Thinking she had seen it wrong, Yu Zhao's mouth twitched and she stared at it for a long time. Yes, it was the message sent to her by her blind master.

Could a powerful monk get lost?

She was lost in thought.

She would rather believe that Shen Yuzhuo, a landlubber, could swim than believe that Cui Yu could get lost, but that was the fact.

[Master, please wait for me here. I will come to you right away.]

Sitting there and waiting for death was no use, so Yu Zhao stood up and decided to give it another try. His foot slipped and he almost fell. When he looked closely, he found that the stones were actually moving?

what the hell!

The colorful stone trembled, then revealed its crab legs and bumped into Yu Zhao's black boots domineeringly. She stood aside, and the stone she was stepping on began to tremble again.

After a while, the mighty stone army began to move out.

To be exact, they were stone crabs, their backs like pieces of stone, walking towards the river with their claws raised proudly, in a mighty manner.

Yu Zhao had no place to step, so he could only fly in the air on the Jinghong Sword. Suddenly, he heard a scream of "ouch" in his ears.