Say it's a big treason to the master

Ming Xiuyi was startled: "Magic sword? Where did you find it?"

Just as Yue Jiwang was about to answer, another mouthful of blood spewed out of his throat.

Sui Xiangfeng stuffed the life-saving panacea into his mouth while holding back his anger and said: "You are beyond sixteen, you are hopeless!"

Yue Ji Wang stretched out his hand towards him, and said with difficulty: "Junior brother, I think I can save him again."

Sui Xiangfeng screamed angrily and scolded him: "Get out of here!"

Having said that, he still shook his hands and wiped the blood at the corner of Yue Zhiwang's mouth without thinking it was dirty, and stuffed a few more elixirs in it.

Sui Xiangfeng has always been stingy, and after learning alchemy from Gong Wutong for so long, even if he can easily refine a panacea that the outside world can't find, he still won't sell a single one unless he has enough money.

"Remember!" Sui Xiangfeng said angrily, "One panacea with five thousand spirit stones, you remember to give the money, otherwise you will use your sword to repay the debt!"

Yue Jiwang, who has always loved swords like his life, even smiled indifferently: "Except for this magic sword, you can use other swords to defend against them."

Sui Xiangfeng was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Ming Xiuyi with a somewhat ugly face, both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, Yue Jiwang's injury was not fatal, and the pile of elixir would heal soon after being stuffed.

Ming Xiuyi supported his shoulders to make him stand still, looked him up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yue Jiwang friskily held the magic sword and showed it to his two juniors, he was not at all as miserable as he was weak and unable to stand just now.

Sui Xiangfeng angrily pulled him into the gazebo, and scolded him while pouring him tea: "Where did you find this magic sword? Tell me honestly, or I will tell Master."

Yue Jiwang stroked his magic sword, was about to drink tea, his eyes fell on the black and lacquered poisonous tea, he choked, and moved to the side of Ming Xiuyi, looking for a sense of security, lest he would be poisoned by his second junior brother.

Who knows that Ming Xiuyi, who has always been the most pampered, smiled and pushed the tea in front of him, and said lightly: "Eldest brother, drink it."

Yue Jiwang: "..."

Yue Jiwang was holding the sword, trying to sneak away, Ming Xiuyi waved his hand, the chill lingered throughout the pavilion, and there was a sound of tearing the void, and the sides of the pavilion were suddenly frozen into ice walls, blocking all his escape routes.

Yue Jiwang had no choice but to sit back, put the sword on the stone table, and confessed honestly: "A few days ago there was a Demon Slaying Meeting in the Three Realms, did you know about it?"

Ming Xiuyi spilled two cups of poisoned tea, and raised his eyebrows upon hearing this: "The one in Nancheng? It is said that the scene was very grand, and many evil demon cultivators were captured and placed in the dense forest for the sword cultivator to hunt and kill. The one who hunted the most monsters was the leader."

Yue Jiwang nodded desperately: "Yeah!"

The Demon Slaying Meeting was full of rising stars from the Three Realms in recent years. If it was usual, Ming Xiuyi and Sui Xiangfeng would also go to the Demon Killing Meeting, at least to gain some insight and get to know those heavenly favored ones .

It's just a coincidence that the Demon Killing Club happened to coincide with the time of Feiqiong's Secret Realm, so Ming Xiuyi and the two of them didn't pay attention to the Demon Killing Club.

Unexpectedly, Yue Jiwang secretly went to play.

Sui Xiangfeng said strangely at the side: "Oh, so you won this broken sword and came back?"

"How can this be a broken sword?!" Yue Ji looked anxiously and said, "And there are so many sword cultivators gathered in Nancheng, I don't know how hard it took me to defeat the leader all by myself. I am trying to win glory for the master!"

Sui Xiangfeng was very angry, and said coolly: "Now you take this sword and go to Master, tell him that you won it, and see if Master thinks that you have won honor for the master?"

The more he looked and remained silent.

Ming Xiuyi couldn't bear to watch from the side, and said softly: "There are so many people with advanced cultivation in Nancheng, it's not bad that senior brother can get the leader alone."

Yue Jiwang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Is that right, I'm really good."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi glanced at him, and said calmly: "But the magic sword cannot be kept."

Yue Jiwang: "..."

Yue Wang turned around and ran, holding the magic sword and using his spiritual power to smash the ice wall in front of him, and slipped out like the wind.

Sui Xiangfeng saw that he didn't want to repent, and said angrily, "Stop him!"

Needless to say, Ming Xiuyi, the Ice Spirit Seeds had been released everywhere, like strands of ice covering the sky and rushing towards Yue Jiwang, turning into a cage to seal off his elder brother's path.

The chill was all over the sky, but it didn't touch a single flower or grass in the courtyard.

Yue Jiwang was terrified by the cold, a flash of crimson flashed in his pitch-black eyes, and quickly disappeared.

Ming Xiuyi flew over and explained to him as calmly as possible: "Brother, this sword is a bit weird, and its spiritual power is all magic breath. If a righteous monk uses a demon spirit weapon, it is easy for the magic breath to enter the meridians, and the heart will be born." Demon."

Yue Ji looked at him for a long time, holding the sword tightly and refusing to let go, he lowered his eyes and lowered his voice rarely, and said dully: "But this sword...is mine."

Ming Xiuyi frowned.

Yue Jiwang's current appearance is a bit strange, and the meaning of his words does not mean "I won this sword", but as if he was controlled by something, all of his desire to possess this magic sword from the bottom of his heart .

Sui Xiangfeng rushed to him, and said coldly: "I remember you hated swords very much before, because that big demon across the Yunjiang River took the blood of your spirit bone on the [-]th of every month to nourish the magic sword..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and instantly got goosebumps all over his body, and looked at the magic sword in Yue Jiwang's arms in horror.

that sword...

It is clearly the sword that Yue Jiwang forged with half his body's blood back then!

Sui Xiangfeng's knees gave way, and he almost fell to his knees, but Ming Xiuyi quickly grabbed him with his quick eyesight.

"sword……"

Obviously after so many years, Sui Xiangfeng's legs were still unconscious when he recalled the experience of crossing Yunjiang in the Demon Race. He supported Ming Xiuyi, stretched out his hand towards Yue Jiwang, and said softly: "Senior brother, let me Look at that sword."

Yue Jiwang had an instinctive possessive desire for the sword made of his spiritual blood. When Sui Xiangfeng made this request, he rationally refused it immediately, but he hesitated for a while, probably because of the trust in Sui Xiangfeng and Ming Xiuyi. Gaining the upper hand, he quickly passed the sword over.

Sui Xiangfeng took the sword with trembling hands, carefully touched the pattern on it with his fingertips, and finally confirmed that this sword was forged by Yue Jiwang's blood in the demon clan.

No wonder Yue Jiwang is so obsessed with this sword.

Back then, he was only short of the last step of sacrificial sword to refine the unparalleled spirit sword, but Gong Wutong didn't know what he had given to the big demon, so that he voluntarily gave up Yue Jiwang, and was let out as a furnace.

Sui Xiangfeng was imprisoned at the same place as Yue Jiwang back then, and he clearly remembered the pattern of the sword.

The patterns and every groove on the sword were all cast by Yue Jiwang's spiritual blood. With a light swipe of the fingertips, a bloody light suddenly flashed on the pitch-black sword, spreading its teeth and claws all over the body of the sword.

Sui Xiangfeng shook his hand, and the sword fell from his hand, hitting the ground with a bang.

His eyes were red, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and tears fell slowly after a while.

It was quiet all around, no one spoke.

Yue Jiwang stood in the snow and ice and looked over quietly, as if he didn't understand why Sui Xiangfeng was crying.

Sui Xiangfeng stepped over the sword, walked forward slowly, raised his hand to grab Yue Zhiwang's lapel, looked up at him, the tears were still wet on his face, and his tone was hoarse.

"Brother." He almost begged, "We don't want this sword anymore, okay?"

Yue Jiwang frowned, his face full of reluctance.

Because Sui Xiangfeng tried poison since he was a child, his height has stopped growing since he was 17, and he and Yue Jiwang had to raise their heads slightly when they stood together.

He tugged Yue Jiwang's skirt and shook it, as if coaxing a disobedient child, and said softly, "Are you okay?"

Yue Jiwang met his gaze, and said unhappily, "But that's me..."

Sui Xiangfeng still asked him: "Is it okay?"

Yue choked for a moment, stared reluctantly at the magic sword on the ground for a long time, then looked at Sui Xiangfeng with red eyes, and after a long time he groaned and said: "Okay, don't want it, I can still do it." Find a better one."

Sui Xiangfeng burst out laughing suddenly, he loosened Yue Jiwang's lapel, kicked his knee with disdain as if changing his face, wiped the tears from his face, and said angrily: "I beg you, you He is just a troublemaker, no matter where he goes, he can cause a lot of trouble, so don't go out of your way in the future."

Yue Ji looked dissatisfied and said: "I stole the limelight at this Demon Slayer Meeting, do you know what people outside call me? Master Demon Slayer! It's me."

Sui Xiangfeng rolled his eyes.

Ming Xiuyi watched quietly from the side, and couldn't hold back a chuckle. He picked up the magic sword on the ground and planned to find a place to seal it.

Ever since Yue Jiwang promised not to have the magic sword, he hasn't even looked at it since then.

The matter was settled, the three of them were about to push the Pai Gow, and suddenly there was a broken sound from the moon cave door that was blocked by ice, and then Gong Wutong appeared at the door with a blank expression, looking at the three of them coldly.

Yue Jiwang, who was still tainted with the devil's breath, was inexplicably guilty when he saw Gong Wutong, and hid behind his junior brother to salute his master.

"Master."

Gong Wutong probably sensed that the magic breath from the side courtyard was coming in a hurry. He was wearing a loose purple robe, and his long hair was not tied. It was almost mopping the floor. His eyes turned around the three of them, and finally fell on Ming Xiuyi. On the magic sword in his arms.

Seeing the sword, Gong Wutong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his hand to move the magic sword into his hand.

His face was more gloomy than ever before, and there was also some lingering panic in it, even the hand holding the sword was shaking.

Sui Xiangfeng used to look at his master's face, and when he saw his expression, he immediately pulled his seniors to kneel down to plead guilty.

No matter what happens, it is right to kneel down and ask for forgiveness first.

After being silent for a long time, Gong Wutong finally spoke, his voice was a little trembling, as if he was pretending to be calm.

"Where did this sword... come from?"

Yue Jiwang bent his knees and rubbed to the front in despondency, one person did the work and the other was in charge: "It's my disciple... who won it in Nancheng."

Gong Wutong's hand trembled slightly, he lowered his body, stretched out his hand to support Yue Ji's head that was hanging down, his beautiful different pupils looked straight into the pair of black pupils that already had magic breath.

"Silly boy." A smile appeared on Gong Wutong's face, but the more he looked, he seemed to be crying, "What are you doing with this sword?"

Yue Jiwang hesitated for a moment, he didn't want to see Gong Wutong showing such a desperate and helpless expression, he reassured: "I, I don't want this sword, this sword is not good, I don't want it anymore."

Gong Wutong raised his hand to gently caress the sword-shaped red mark on Yue Jiwang's cheek—the place was originally covered by Gong Wutong's disciple Qi, and it was almost impossible to see the mark of the sacrificial sword at ordinary times, but this time, I don't know if it was with the devil With the touch of the sword, sword-shaped traces slowly emerged from the disciple's deed, slowly devouring the deed pattern like a living thing.

Gong Wutong couldn't help thinking: "The destiny cannot be violated."

Is the destiny inviolable after all?