little spicy jiao

A month later, Xixin Valley and Jianling were sunny.

Shen Siyuan had gone back to the Shenyi Gate overnight after learning that the body of the ancestor of the Zixiao Sect's Dongxu had been destroyed that day, trying to find the inside of the Zixiao Sect along this line.

However, when Patriarch Dongxu was killed, his ever-burning lamp kept in Zixiao Sect had already been extinguished.Zixiao Sect originally planned to hold the Dao Discussion Conference half a month later, but now, fearing that Tianyan Sword Sect would make a move, they temporarily canceled the conference and closed the mountain gate. No one came in or out for several days.

And Shen Siyuan's several divinations were also cut off midway by the Dao of Heaven, and he was unable to figure out the next plan of the Zixiao Sect, so he set off to return to the Tianyan Sword Sect.

On this day, a pale, tall and thin young man came to Nongjian Ridge in Xixin Valley, looked around, but did not see any trace of Lianyun Mountain, so he swaggered into the attic where Mo Jiaojiao was in class, and sat next to the child Lazily follow the lectures.

There is only one course Mo Jiaojiao has not completed in Tianyan Sword School, which is the history of sword casting by ancestor Hongming.

The old man seemed to have made more swords recently, and his beard, which had just grown a few days ago, was scorched black again. It looked jagged and black and white, which was really funny.

Biehe Sword and Tun Chu Sword both floated peacefully beside the old man, releasing layer after layer of stirring sword intent in coordination with each other from time to time.

"The sword of a swordsman, generally speaking, is the foundation of the way of swordsmanship. There is a possibility of condensing sword energy when there is a sword, and when the sword energy is solidified, if the comprehension is enough, you can create your own sword intent in one fell swoop."

"When the sword intent is generated, even if the sword cultivator has no sword in his hand, he still has the sword in his heart, but strictly speaking, even if the sword cultivator can use the sword intent and sword energy instead of the sword body, they cannot leave their sword for a long time."

Ancestor Hongming held Tun Chu Sword and demonstrated the sword intent and sword energy, and said:

"Since the merging of the world of self-cultivation and the mortal world, famous swords have emerged in the world. However, the most respected sword cultivators are still the top ten famous swords recognized by the Sword Forging Conference a hundred years ago. The first of the famous swords is Chongrong Jianzun's natal spirit sword Bie He, this sword was born when the world was opened, nourished by spiritual energy and grown in the deep sea. Since its birth, it has awakened its spiritual wisdom, cut off all evil, and looked down on the world. The sword spirit is born with the ability to create illusions of all things. A special spirit sword."

"That's right!" As soon as Patriarch Hongming finished speaking, Bie Hejian couldn't help spinning around a few times triumphantly, and proudly said: "I am a famous sword with the same life span as heaven and earth, and I am the white moonlight in the eyes of all sword cultivators under heaven. , the cinnabar mole in my heart, I can't ask for it in this life!"

Mo Jiaojiao looked at Lingjian's excited appearance with wide eyes, and said seriously: "You are not. Jiujiu has no white moonlight."

"...Except for Sword Master Chongrong." Bie Hejian held his breath and either spit it out or swallowed it, so he had to compromise and admit, "Your ancestor, you know how to tear me down!"

"Quiet." Patriarch Hongming coughed twice, concealing the frenzied look in his eyes when he saw the famous sword, and said calmly:

"If the famous sword Biehe is the first sword in the world, then the Tunchu sword is the second most deserved. Tunchu was found by the owner of the Yinshen Valley to find the black iron for thousands of years in the South China Sea, and the ice marrow of the Tianshan Mountains in the extreme north, accompanied by the ghost world Netherfire, personally crafted, although this sword and sword spirit cannot talk like a crane, it has the ability to change the shape of all things, and the design of the sword is exquisite, and it can be divided into two according to the master's will."

"Immortal Elder." Mo Jiaojiao raised his hand and asked softly, "Bie He is as big as Jiujiu, so why is Tun Chu Bie He's brother?"

"Because the Tunchu sword was specially made for Master Chongrong when he was imprisoned in the West Sea by the owner of the Yinshen Valley. But Tunchu was born with less spirituality than Bie He, and could not penetrate the sword of killing in a short time. Therefore, the owner of the Yinshen Valley When forging the sword, it melted the murderous sword intent condensed by Bie He into the black iron."

Ancestor Hongming looked at the quiet Tunchu sword, and said: "Besides, Tunchu is good at mimicry, Biehe is good at creating illusions, in essence, they are both very rare camouflage talents of famous swords, so everyone in the world regards them as brothers."

"Little baby, I'm the elder brother." Bie Hejian reminded.

Mo Jiao nodded his head, then identified the remaining eight famous swords, and asked: "Immortal Chief, can all sword repairers hear the sword spirit?"

"That's not necessarily true." Patriarch Hongming smiled kindly and shook his head, "Generally speaking, sword cultivators can only hear their own sword spirits talking, not other people's sword spirits. As for monks other than sword cultivators, None of the mortals, demons and demons have this ability."

"But, I can hear Tun Chu talking to Bie He." Mo Jiaojiao supported his small chin, and slowly said while taking notes: "There is also your cave, and there is also a sword talking in it."

"Oh?" Patriarch Hongming stared at the child suddenly when he heard the sound, and said anxiously: "Is what Jiao Jiao said true? When did you start hearing them?"

"After being alive." Mo Jiaojiao confessed honestly, "However, Jiao Jiao is in Yinshen Valley. There is no sword in Yinshen Valley, and Jiaojiao doesn't know if he can hear it."

"Then..." Patriarch Hongming turned around thoughtfully and walked to the wall, took down a sword hanging on it, handed it to Mo Jiaojiao, and said: "This sword, Jiao Jiao listen , is there any sound?"

Mo Jiaojiao hugged the sword in his arms, put Bai Nen's ear against the hilt and did not move, after a while, the child straightened up, pointed to the three positions of the sword, frowned and said: "It said, it These three places hurt, there are seams in it, it hurts."

Ancestor Hongming bent down to take the sword in an instant, his face could not restrain his ecstasy, and he repeatedly praised: "Good! Good! Great!"

The old man looked at Shen Siyuan, and said excitedly: "I rescued this sword from a mortal ten years ago. At that time, the blade was almost broken, and there was no trace of the existence of the sword spirit. I always thought that the sword The spirit has long since died. From this point of view, it is still alive! It is incredible that Jiao Jiao can find its hiding place!"

"This..." Shen Siyuan looked at the sword intently for a while, and said hesitantly, "Is this the famous sword Qingqiu? When the ancestor of Guangling was killed, there was no trace of Qingqiu sword. I thought it had been destroyed long ago."

"Exactly." Patriarch Hongming laughed loudly, and said, "I didn't expect that Jiao Jiao is not good at swordsmanship, but she has the talent to sense sword spirits. If other swordsmiths find out about this, they won't be able to go to the Tianyan Sword Sect to snatch him away." .”

Mo Jiaojiao glanced at the laughing old man ignorantly, not understanding why the other party was so happy. In his eyes, talking to the sword spirit was like talking to a monster. It was nothing more than a normal thing.

Because of Mo Jiaojiao's unique sensitivity to the sword spirit, Patriarch Hongming postponed the morning class until sunset in the evening. If Bie Hejian hadn't reminded the time several times, Mo Jiaojiao might not be able to finish school today.

The child followed Shen Siyuan slowly, the rings on his body were jingling, the little red hat on his head was adorned with two long cloth ears, swaying here and there, he was so hungry that he gnawed peaches while walking, without looking at the road.

Shen Siyuan looked back, hurriedly grabbed him and led him away.

Unexpectedly, after walking halfway, Mo Jiaojiao suddenly stopped and refused to move.

The peach in his hand had been eaten long ago and he wiped his hand, Shen Siyuan looked down at the child, wondering if he still wanted to eat it?Then he took out a stack of snacks from the storage bag and handed them to the child.

Mo Jiaojiao sniffed it, took a piece of deliciously baked sesame seed cake, took a bite, then raised his head and asked vaguely, "Why doesn't the lamb eat?"

Shen Siyuan put away the plate, and said mysteriously: "The master of this sect is sick, so I can't eat these. I'm still taking the pills that Jiaojiao made for me last time. It tastes like green grass. It tastes good. It looks like I'm getting more and more energetic now." gone."

"Really?" Mo Jiaojiao rolled his eyes, bit his cake with satisfaction, and said again: "Yun Cake is here."

"Where is it!" Bie Hejian jumped up when he heard it, and looked around vigilantly. It had already told the truth of that night from Tunchujian's mouth. For the whole month, every time he thought about it, he was angry. Gotta jump.

Mo Jiaojiao turned around and looked at the big tree behind him, and said happily, "Yun Gao, come quickly."

As soon as the child finished speaking, a smiling boy jumped out from behind the tree trunk.

When Bie Hejian saw the person coming out, he gritted his teeth with hatred, and rushed over in the blink of an eye to show the other person some color.

However, before touching the young man, Tun Chu Jian bumped over from one side, stopped Bie He Jian abruptly, and shook the hilt silently.

"What?" Bie Hejian stared at the boy depressedly, looked him up and down twice, and said, "This is Gu Chaoyun?"

Tun Chujian turned around in a circle.

Mo Jiaojiao had already run over, tilted his head to look at the smiling young man, and said doubtfully, "It's not Yun Cake."

Gu Chaoyun nodded with a smile, and said, "I'm Gu Chaoyun. I... just came to see you, Jiao Jiao is so cute."

As he said that, the young man took out his hand behind his back, and handed a wooden carved bird to Mo Jiaojiao, saying: "It's called Cuckoo. I made it myself, and it's mainly used to wake people up. I added a little bird in it." A small magic circle, as long as you say a specific time to it, it will be called Bugu Bugu at that time."

"This is fun." Mo Jiaojiao nodded, looked at the expectant look in the young man's eyes, took it, and asked, "Where did Yun Gao go?"

Seeing that the child accepted, Gu Chaoyun smiled brighter and said, "He dare not see you. But don't worry, soon, when he has figured it out, you will be able to play together again."

"Okay." Mo Jiaojiao replied obediently, and after thinking for a while, he lowered his head and took out two bunches of candied haws from the pouch specially placed for snacks, handed them to the young man, and said, "One bunch for you, one bunch for Yungao .”

Seeing this, Gu Chaoyun was stunned, put away his smile and said solemnly: "Thank you."

The child continued to bite his own biscuits, looking down at the delicate wooden bird.

Seeing his childish appearance, the young man suddenly asked: "Mo Jiaojiao, do you think that if a person makes a mistake and goes to the underworld after death, will there be a chance to come back?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Siyuan, who had been watching quietly from the side, frowned, staring at the young man with sharp eyes.

Mo Jiaojiao thought about it seriously, and replied: "Yes, Gu Zhu said, people are different from monsters. Monsters don't go to hell, but people do. After reincarnation, start over."

"Thank you." The young man paused, and a beautiful smile slowly appeared on his face.He glanced at the child again, then turned around, looking at the dark figure suddenly appearing behind him, his nose sore.

As soon as Mo Jiaojiao saw the familiar figure appear, he rushed out without hesitation, pierced into the man's arms like a small shell, and was embraced by Dugu Jiu.

The child happily rubbed against the side of the man's face with its tender little face, sticky and delicate, it was an intimacy that could not be touched.

Gu Chaoyun stared fixedly at the handsome sword fairy, but he stood up straight, bent down, gave a deep bow, then turned around, jumped on the flying sword, and left in the dust.

Shen Siyuan looked at the decisive back, seemed to feel something, closed his eyes, and silently put away the hexagram plate in his hand.

Until dusk is approaching, on the edge of the cliff of Siguo Peak.

The thin young man was sitting under a big tree, looking up at the Huoshaoyun in the sky.

After a long time, the young man leaned his head weakly against the tree trunk, his breathing became lighter, and he slowly closed his eyes, and the scroll he was holding tightly in his hand also rolled into the grass.

"If there is an afterlife, I wish to be ruthless and desireless, and devote myself to the Tao."

Qingyue's youthful voice sounded in a trance, and it spread far away.

Sunset West Mountain.