I fought with Bai Yueguang's sword

93.

Heng Yaoguang may not have nothing on his mind.

He often looks at nothingness, and the emotions in his eyes are difficult to distinguish, making it impossible for people to see clearly what he is thinking in his heart.

Even though the sword is in his hand.

The sword could hear his heartbeat.

But he seems to have remained silent for decades.

The wind blows without ripples.

Maybe he really has a heart.

No one in the world can really want nothing, think nothing, and have nothing on his mind.

But Heng Yaoguang is also different from everyone in the world.

He hides what's on his mind so that people can't see what's on his mind.

Jian could only look up and see his dazzling face.

Like falling into the shadows.

94.

On the seventh day of staying in Beihai, monks came to say goodbye to Heng Yaoguang one after another.

Each of them has a mission to suppress the demon cultivators here, and the repair of the enchantment is completed, so there is no need to stay here.

I deliberately said goodbye to Heng Yaoguang, but it was because he was shocked that he was so beautiful.

Heng Yaoguang agreed, with a smile on his face, and said goodbye one by one.

He said, "It's a long journey, so we won't send you off," but he stood there, handsome and bony, like pines and cypresses, and he didn't waver for a moment.

The sword looked lazily in its sheath.

Whenever sword cultivators come to say goodbye, it must say hello to the swords in those sword cultivators' hands.

of course.

For the juniors beside him, seeing such a divine sword is a blessing that cannot be cultivated in a few lifetimes.

Therefore, when most sword cultivators stood still, the master's hands trembled nervously, and the sword trembled nervously.

Jian couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

In today's world, it is difficult to be a human being, and it is also difficult to be a sword.

It is also very difficult to be a sword repairman.

In front of Heng Yaoguang, everyone couldn't wait to be eclipsed.

95.

Ji Mengshi came to say goodbye two days later.

He took a rare moment to look at his sword.

Jian was a little moved, but also a little happy.

It shook its scabbard, indicating that it was really not so impetuous recently, and could still follow him back to the sect.

Ji Mengshi frowned, and asked uncertainly: "Isn't there something wrong with Xianjun... Chen cited it?"

The movement of the sword stopped immediately.

It wilted and shrank in the sheath, deeply feeling a sea of ​​bitter tears flowing from the bottom of my heart.

The sword can be broken, but the sword can heal itself. If the heart is broken, how can it be mended.

Jian thought.

I'm too difficult.

Jian thought again.

Oops, this apprentice will definitely not let me go.I'm screwed.

However, Heng Yaoguang responded indifferently: "There is nothing wrong with the divine sword. Brother Ji, I will return the divine sword to you. I hope you will succeed in your sword skills and break through the shackles as soon as possible."

Jian froze.

Heng Yaoguang's encouragement fell into Ji Mengshi's ears, and he looked solemn, and took the sword seriously.

He said: "Don't worry, Xianjun, whether it's for myself or for Chen Yin, I will practice hard, and I will never let down my status as a sword cultivator."

"That would be great." Heng Yaoguang smiled and nodded.

96.

Jian is very sad recently, Jian is very melancholy recently.

Jian recently accompanied Ji Mengshi to heaven and earth, and accompanied Ji Mengshi to punish evil and promote good.

But it moaned when it was in the sheath, and slumped when it was killing all directions outside the sheath.

When Jian closed his eyes, it was Heng Yaoguang's dazed and sour expression that night.

When Jian opened his eyes, he thought that Heng Yaoguang had sent it back mercilessly.

Jian couldn't help thinking.

Why.

This divine sword is well-known in the world of comprehension. The sword is scary when you see it, but people like it when you see it.

Why does this apprentice feel what he wants, he wants it, and he pays it back.

Jian couldn't figure it out.

Jian didn't understand.

In the final analysis, Jian thought about a problem.

Why did Heng Yaoguang, a disciple, return it so lightly.

Don't take the opportunity to threaten, don't plant and frame.

The bright and upright attitude made Jian feel very uncertain.

It is afraid that there is a terrifying conspiracy behind this.

But if there is any conspiracy that can hurt it, the sword has no clue.

The sword became thinner and thinner day by day.self-conscious.

it sighs.

It is sad.

It stared blankly at the thick ink-like night outside the window at night.

Jian thought.

Before I had time to retaliate, before I had time to enjoy the pleasure of avenging my humiliation, that disciple gave up first.

Is this okay, this is bad.

Jian has no sense of accomplishment, and Jian is very unhappy.

97.

The sword was under another month of flying flowers, in Jimengshi's hand, when the tip of the sword was pointing at a frenzied monk.

It felt something in its heart, and raised its eyes slightly.

Heng Yaoguang was standing on the roof with the sunset behind her back, but her eyes were still bright.

Just like the first time I saw it, but not like the first time I saw it.

sword:……

Jian: What are you looking at!Who do you want to seduce? !

Ji Mengshi also quickly withdrew his sword.

He held down the hilt of his sword and said in a low voice, "Don't be rude to Xianjun."

sword:……

It endures.

It was held tightly by Jim Mengshi with its mouth curled up, and it could hardly see what was going on outside.

The monk who was defeated by Jimengshi laughed wildly.

Every word and every sentence is saying that I suffered in the past, but now I am relieved.

He asked Jimeng: "Why didn't you kill me with a sword?"

Jimengshi replied: "I don't want to dirty my sword."

The cultivator's spiritual power had long been chaotic due to the backlog of many days of fighting, and the spiritual power wandered and collided in his body, which could kill him in an instant.

But he still endured the pain, even though blood dripped from the corner of his lips, he still said: "You know, is that your sword? You don't even know, it's—"

Ding--

The sound suddenly sounded like the wind blowing over flowers, passing over willows on the bank, and falling into the water, causing a circle of ripples.

Just one sound.

The monk's eyes were wide open, and there was still a bit of madness on his face.

He froze in place.

After three breaths, he fell down.

98.

Heng Yaoguang landed lightly from the roof.

He blocked all Jimengshi's sight, and only looked at it with a pair of eyes that could see everything.

He said to Ji Mengshi: "I haven't visited Elder He for a long time, I wonder if Brother Ji can introduce him?"

Jimeng nodded subconsciously.

Maybe it was because of the sudden arrival of all kinds just now, Ji Mengshi didn't use much strength to continue to hold down the imminent sword.

So after a month's absence, it's actually not a long time.

The sword suddenly unsheathed.

Its mind is one, more serious and sharp than ever.

It muttered "Finally I got the chance!", and stabbed at it with a rather shocking momentum.

Missed Heng Yaoguang's shoulder, missed Heng Yaoguang's fingertips, missed Heng Yaoguang's cheek, missed——

sword:……

After a one-sided fight, Jian became angry from embarrassment and was about to turn back to the sheath when Heng Yaoguang suddenly reached out.

then.

The slender fingers, so white and shiny, just rubbed against the edge of the sword without warning.

Blood immediately dripped to the ground.

Porcelain sounded.

The eyes of the sword darkened.

99.

Ink hair slid down the sides.

Heng Yaoguang's expression was a little hurt and fragile, and his eyes were also quite sad.

Jian looked at Heng Yaoguang, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously took a deep breath.

Ji Mengshi first said: "Chen Yin, how can you go so far!"

Heng Yaoguang smiled faintly.

The black hair on the side of his cheeks was blown by the wind, making his sometimes ruthless and sometimes beautiful face look a bit weak.

He said: "Don't blame it, it's just that my skills are not as good as others."

sword:……

Jian: Stop talking!I really want to throw up!

Sword: Vomit Vomit!

Sword: Smelly rascal!I spread my hair on purpose to seduce someone!

The author says:

Sword: (expletive)

Heng Yaoguang: (pretending not to hear)

Sword: (loud swearing)

Heng Yaoguang: (still inaudible)

Jian: You are so beautiful.

Heng Yaoguang: You too.

Jian: shameless! ! ! ! !