The retired man went into the wrong book, and his beautiful husband loved him

"Xiyue is a good name. It would be nice if I had a daughter named Yun Xiyue in the future." A man's voice suddenly came.

"Forget it. This name is not suitable for ordinary girls. It usually won't have a good ending." Lin Qiqi replied with a smile.

"Then forget it."

When Lin Qiqi's hand touched the long sword, a conversation between two people suddenly appeared in her mind. It was her voice and Yun Qing's voice.

"Aqing, this sword was forged in the dwarven cave. I'm giving it to you."

"This sword is so perfect, does it have a name?"

"Xiyue Sword, don't you like this name?"

"Isn't it unlucky?"

The Xiyue Sword? Lin Qiqi examined the longsword intently, then slowly reached out and gently tried to pull out the mysterious blade. As a slight resistance disappeared, the sword slipped out of its sheath smoothly.

Sure enough, on the shiny sword were clearly engraved the ancient characters unique to the elves: Xiyue.

The materials used to forge the Xiyue Sword are extremely rare. Even though Lin Qiqi can no longer remember the specific forging process, she can keenly distinguish with her naked eyes that the sword contains at least ten secret treasures from different races.

The ten secret treasures were first removed of restrictions using special methods, and then forged with the dwarven flame for forty-nine days to form the original material for swordmaking.

Forging a sword is not difficult; nurturing the sword spirit during the forging process is the challenge. This Xiyue Sword already has a sword spirit within it, it's just temporarily sealed.

"Aqing, try this sword." Lin Qiqi smiled and handed the sword solemnly to Yun Qing.

Yun Qing originally just glanced at the sword casually, but unexpectedly, he was attracted by it in an instant. The sword seemed to have a magical power, as if it was constantly waving at him, clamoring to come closer to him.

A trace of doubt arose in Yun Qing's heart. He wondered if his consciousness was confused, or if there was something evil hidden around him that was secretly interfering with his thoughts, causing him to have such a strong desire to get close to the sword.

But looking at Lin Qiqi's gentle eyes, he couldn't help but want to give it a try.

However, the moment Yun Qing grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, a miracle happened.

The Xiyue Sword seemed to have suddenly come to life, trembling slightly. That trembling seemed to convey a sense of joy, an expression of delight. It was as if this sword, weathered by the passage of time, had finally found its master, and felt the warmth and power that belonged to it.

Yun Qing could clearly feel the special fluctuations coming from the hilt of the sword. It was an emotion that could not be described in words. It was both strange and familiar, as if some kind of resonance deep in the soul was quietly touched.

"It seems very happy?" Yun Qing looked at Lin Qiqi in surprise.

Lin Qiqi felt relieved and nodded in response, "It belongs to A-Qing, so it's naturally happy to see its owner."

"It belongs to me?" Yun Qing murmured.

"Yes." Lin Qiqi said again with certainty, "Does Qing like it?"

Yun Qing, please don't like it too much. This long sword looks extremely heavy when it is hanging there, but it is much lighter than a ruler when held in the hand.

Lin Qiqi took off the scabbard and put it on Yun Qing's back. Yun Qing smiled and put the sword back in place.

The moment the sword was sheathed, Lin Qiqi's mind flashed back to Yun Qing's original appearance. He was often dressed in neat black clothes, and when on missions, he liked to cover himself with a robe and a mask, with the Xiyue Sword slung across his back. It was precisely this iconic equipment that made it difficult to remember what the face beneath the mask actually looked like.

The Xiyue Sword gradually calmed down behind Yun Qing, like a lonely boat that had been drifting for a long time and finally found its harbor.

Lin Qiqi pulled Yun Qing to continue looking around the secret room. Most of the things looked familiar, but the memories of these things were like scattered building blocks. She wanted to piece them together, but she lacked the blueprints.

Lin Qiqi pressed her brows together: Was I being too hasty? I had thought I could remember more, but now I only saw a few fragments about the Xiyue Sword.

Yun Qing didn't notice Lin Qiqi's slightly changed expression. His eyes were attracted by a huge diamond in the corner.

It was an uncut yellow diamond, highly saturated in color and strikingly vivid in hue. Although Yun Qing didn't understand its value, he couldn't take his eyes off it from the moment he laid eyes on it.

Yun Qing walked over quickly and took the transparent box containing the yellow diamond in his hand.

The moment he got the box, Yun Qing felt something prick his head, making him feel like a wild god for a moment.

"Hey!" A young man with two horns on his head called him.

Yun Qing raised his eyes blankly. The young man looked at him angrily, "Can't you exchange it for a reward? Any amount will do. That yellow diamond is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by my royal family. If you take it, it will affect the fate of our country."

"Tsk~" A cold voice suddenly came from behind Yun Qing. Yun Qing turned around and looked with his eyes slightly widened. Although the man was wearing a mask, he could tell at a glance that the man looked exactly like him.

The masked man, carrying a long sword and holding a piece of grass in his mouth, said nonchalantly, "Kid, your clan will be exterminated soon, yet you're still trying to bargain with me with all your royal airs. If it weren't for the soul-stabilizing and mind-calming properties of that stone, do you think I'd be interested in it?"

"That's fine if it's okay. If not, I don't want to meddle in other people's business." The man said and was about to turn and leave.

Yun Qing looked at the sword behind him. It was definitely the Xiyue Sword. Who on earth was this person?

The young man bit his lip and thought for a few seconds before finally making up his mind: "I agree. If you help me repel the enemy and save the royal family, the yellow diamond will be yours."

The man chuckled. "You're still quite clear-headed. Don't worry, I'm sure to win this battle."

After saying that, he put his arm around the boy's shoulders and walked towards the palace.

"By the way, what do you want that yellow diamond for? It's only slightly prettier than any other diamond. I've seen it since I was a kid, but I never saw why it was so coveted by so many people."

"You're a child, of course you don't understand. As for me, I want to use it to make jewelry for my fiancée, a ring, a necklace, everything."

"What a waste! It's worthless if it's broken."

"I'm happy with it!"...

The two figures were getting farther and farther away. Yun Qing wanted to catch up with them, but his feet seemed to have taken root and he couldn't take a single step.

"Ah Qing." Lin Qiqi's voice came, and Yun Qing finally came back to his senses. "Why did you suddenly freeze?" Lin Qiqi asked worriedly. Looking down at the box in his hand, "But what's wrong with this stone?"

Yun Qing looked down at the yellow diamond and shook his head. "I just think this stone suits Qiqi very well. If it were made into a ring or necklace, it would definitely look great."

Lin Qiqi took a closer look at the yellow diamond and said, "Ah Qing really knows what he's talking about. This diamond has a very strong spiritual energy. It can not only strengthen the soul and calm the mind, but also increase luck and benefit physical health."

"Really?" Yun Qing lowered his eyes. Was what he just saw an illusion? Who was that man who looked like him? Was the fiancée he was talking about Qiqi?

Yun Qing felt upset, with an unusual tightness in his chest and an indescribable irritability.

Xiyue, who was behind him, noticed Yunqing's mood and rubbed his back soothingly.

Yun Qing turned to look at the Xiyue Sword: That man must be Xiyue's former master, so why would Xiyue choose him now? Yun Qing suddenly felt that the sword was also disgusting. He took it from behind and handed it to Lin Qiqi: "Qiqi, keep it. I don't like it."

Xiyue was about to cry. The master didn't want it anymore, but its sword spirit was now sealed, so it could only hide inside and cry. It couldn't communicate with the master's spiritual consciousness. It was too difficult for the sword.

"Hmm?" Lin Qiqi sensed Xiyue's anxiety as she took the Xiyue Sword. "Why do you suddenly dislike it?"

"Nothing," Yun Qing said sullenly, "After all, it's someone else's thing, it's not good to take it away from them."

Lin Qiqi finally realized that Green Tea Qing was probably imagining something big again. She chuckled, put the Xiyue Sword back into his hands, put her arm around his waist, and looked up and said, "I can assure Ah Qing that the Xiyue Sword has never had a second owner. You will understand everything from now on."

Yun Qing was stunned. There was no other owner? Then was the person in the picture just now him? Seeing that Qiqi didn't seem to be lying, Yun Qing took the Xiyue Sword with doubts.

Xiyue Jian finally felt relieved, as he was almost abandoned.

Only then did Yun Qing sense that the Xiyue Sword seemed to be trembling, with a faint sense of grievance and fear. A sword actually had its own emotions.