The daily routine of being tricked by the scheming protagonist after wearing a book

After wandering around half of the sword mound, Xu Wangzhi stopped, and Potian, who had a sword, looked at each other.

"Senior, why do you think I have something to do with Saint Chongqi?"

Xu Wangzhi asked again, but Potian didn't answer his question just now.

Potian's tone was ordinary: "Isn't this obvious? None of you are from this world."

The moment these words sounded in his mind, Xu Huangzhi almost suspected that he was about to suffer another heart attack. He squeezed his hands hidden in his sleeves, pretending to be calm: "Sage Chongqi, isn't he from this world?"

Potian: "You don't know, your soul fire is different from other people's."

Soul fire?It was the first time Xu Wangzhi had heard of such a thing.

"Soul Fire, what is it?"

"People have three souls, seven souls, and one soul fire. Three souls and seven souls control the mind, and soul fire controls reincarnation. The color of Chongqi's soul fire is different from other monks, and you are the same as him."

"Will you tell others about this?" Xu Wangzhi asked softly.

They were talking in Xu Wangzhi's mind, outsiders couldn't hear them, they only saw a handsome looking sword spinning around Xu Wangzhi.

Hearing his question, Potian hecked twice: "You asked me to be your natal sword, so I won't tell anyone about it."

"..." Xu Wangzhi turned around and left.

Potian chased after him: "Hey, why on earth don't you let me be your natal sword?"

Xu Wangzhi: "Senior, you are still the sword of Sage Chongqi, not mine."

Hearing this, Potian fell silent, and returned to his original position with a swish, exuding a cold aura.

Xu Wangzhi glanced at it complicatedly for the last time, and continued to search for his sword.

Without breaking the sky, Xu Wangzhi quickly found a sword half buried in the soil in the corner.

This sword is very ordinary, no matter the pattern on the hilt or the half-exposed scabbard, there is no bright spot.

But Xu Wangzhi was attracted by it.

As Xu Wangzhi approached, the sword, which was so silent that it almost merged with the soil, suddenly trembled slightly.

It also sensed Xu Wangzhi.

Shuang Xiao.

These two words appeared in Xu Wangzhi's mind, and Xu Wangzhi quickly realized that it was the name of this sword.

I don't know when, the frost spread across the sword body, and Shuang Xiao seemed to have just woken up, and the temperature dropped sharply in a three-mile radius around it.

Xu Wangzhi frowned.

Is this a rejection?

Unfortunately, he still likes this sword.

He didn't want to use spiritual power exercises to tame his natal sword like a normal person encountering this situation.

He hoped that his natal sword would choose him like he chose the opponent.

Xu Wangzhi turned around, wanting to leave and look elsewhere.

But the moment he turned around, the surrounding temperature seemed to be even colder.

Before Xu Wangzhi could figure out what he should do, he felt his palms freeze, and looked down, Shuang Xiao's sword hilt was lying in his hand.

With a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, Xu Wangzhi whispered in his mind: "We will be partners from now on."

After a long time, an unfamiliar and very indifferent voice came to Xu Wangzhi's mind.

"Ah."

Here Xu Wangzhi found his natal sword, Cheng Ying also finished playing with the black epee, and gently landed beside Xu Wangzhi.

"gone?"

Xu Wangzhi: "Well, let's go back."

They can finally return to Fengqing City.

Coincidentally, on the day when Xu Wangzhi and the others bid farewell to Tang Yan, Potian in the sword mound also disappeared.

The disciple on duty reported to Tang Yan, and Tang Yan immediately reported to Yan Sui.

"Could it be that it was stolen from Fengqing City?" Tang Yan suppressed his anger.

It was his disciple who was guarding the sword mound, so this kind of thing happened.

Above the Tianxing Hall, Yan Sui looked through the gate of the hall, and saw the Asuka Chariot on the way home.

And, the shameful sword hidden under the car.

After a while, Yan Sui closed his eyes: "After all, Potian is not an ordinary sword. It's beyond my expectation to be able to stay peacefully in the sword mound for so many years. Don't worry about it."

Tang Yan was dumbfounded, what does their suzerain mean, could it be that the sword still walked out by itself?

……

The Asuka Chariot did not stay outside the city this time, but flew directly into the City Lord's Mansion and stopped at the foot of the back mountain.

Xu Wangzhi came out of the carriage, and immediately saw Fang Jingxuan who was already waiting here.

"Uncle!" Xu Wangzhi walked up to Fang Jingxuan with a smile, "Long time no see."

"It won't be long." Fang Jingxuan was the same as always, "I thought you wouldn't come back after half a year after going out to experience this time. Why did you come back so early?"

Hearing what he said, Xu Wangzhi naturally answered, "...because I might be going through a catastrophe."

Fang Jingxuan was surprised: "So fast? Fortunately, I prepared some things in advance during the time you went out. You are the acquired spiritual root, and you need one more thunder than the innate spiritual root. I will protect you when the time comes."

"Please trouble uncle." Xu Wangzhi asked Xu Chong, "How is my father?"

Fang Jingxuan: "There is no movement in the secret realm, I think it will be some time before he leaves the customs."

Xu Wangzhi nodded.

"Go back and take a rest and come over for dinner. I received a message from you saying that you will arrive in the afternoon. I have already ordered the cook to prepare your favorite dishes." Fang Jingxuan patted him on the back.

Xu Wangzhi: "Good uncle."

After saying this, Fang Jingxuan's eyes fell on Cheng Ying who was following behind Xu Wangzhi: "Cheng Ying is also back. I heard that you won the first place in the trial meeting, congratulations."

Cheng Ying: "Thank you, Uncle... Grandpa."

Back in Fengqing City, Xu Wangzhi's mood was obviously much easier to the naked eye.

As soon as the mood is relaxed, the speed of improving the cultivation level will be accelerated.

The catastrophe, which was thought to be over a month away, has already quietly arrived.

That night, looking at the rolling Jieyun, Cheng Ying put his arms around Xu Wangzhi from behind and asked him, "Are you afraid?"

Xu Wangzhi shook his head: "Don't be afraid, aren't you and uncle here?"

Cheng Ying laughed: "It's fine if you're not afraid."

"By the way, I said I would give you a surprise at Sanhe Peak that day." Cheng Ying took out a set of talismans, "The array arranged by this talisman is said to be able to prevent the catastrophe of nostalgia and breaking the realm. I want to block it." It should be more than enough for Chenghong to break through."

Such a magic weapon is the reward Cheng Ying got from the owner of the ghost market only after completing several tricky transactions in the ghost market.

Without the accumulation of wealth accumulated by several generations of the family, it is difficult for a casual cultivator like Cheng Ying to collect rare spiritual treasures.

Xu Wangzhi turned around and got into his arms: "You will protect me when the time comes."

Cheng Ying hugged him, and patted his back reassuringly with his broad palms: "Naturally."

Xu Wangzhi turned his head and looked at the tumbling Jieyun not far away: "I don't know why, but I have a hunch that the crossing of the robbery may not be so smooth this time."

Cheng Ying lowered his eyes and bit the corner of his mouth lightly: "I will protect you."

"En." Xu Wangzhi raised the corners of his mouth, his lips and teeth slightly parted.

The kiss was light at first, but I don't know if it was the faint thunder coming from outside the house, or the soft moans of the person in the arms from time to time, Cheng Ying's hand on his waist became tighter and tighter.

Familiar room, familiar people...

It wasn't until his back touched the soft bed that Xu Wangzhi came back to his senses.

At the same time, the door was knocked from outside.

"Nian Xiao, are you asleep?"