Master, your personality is broken

The Sword Bestowing Conference was held as scheduled, and the Qingyu Immortal Venerable has been disappearing recently, and there has been no one in the past few days.

Chen Xi originally wanted to discuss about the sword, but he had no chance at all. When he arrived at the venue, he found that Situ Yao and Ling Aoyue had come with Master.

And his master left early in the morning without a trace, Chen Xi was inevitably a little unhappy.

After the master's speech, the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and 48 new disciples came to the stage in groups of six to receive the sword bestowed by the master.

According to the results of the assessment, Chen Xi and Situ Yao were assigned to the first group.

Chen Xi looked left and right and couldn't see the shadow of the master, and his heart was at a loss. If no one gave him a sword, he would really make a fool of himself in front of the whole sect, but he didn't care at all if he didn't make a fool of himself. Zunhui really forgot something so important to his disciples.

Chen Xi was depressed for no reason, and he didn't respond when his name was called. It was Situ Yao who hit him before he came back to his senses.

Situ Yao dragged him up to the stage, and when he saw someone else's master waiting on the stage, his heart sank, and he pretended to be doing nothing and lowered his head to look at the ground.

A layer of red carpet was spread on the ground, which looked solemn and elegant in the simple and simple building. Special disciples introduced the master and the disciples who received the sword one by one.

Fortunately, during the assessment, Chen Xi made a deliberate mistake and came in sixth, so the ceremony would not be interrupted from the start.

Hearing the disciples in front of him complete the ceremony, the more he completed one, the deeper his heart sank, as if he had been tied to a boulder and thrown into the deep sea.

Alone, helpless, and unable to escape.

It turns out that the feeling of being ignored is so uncomfortable.

Chen Xi pursed his lips, intending to salute and take the initiative when it was his turn, but it would be too easy to stand in the cold, so why not ask him to make a bad joke first?

Chen Xi smiled wryly, admiring himself for being able to joke around.

"Chen Xi."

It's your turn!

Chen Xi raised his head, looked at the thousands of people in the audience, and thought about what to do next.

Just listen to the person's introduction: "Junior Brother Chen Xi won the first place in the apprenticeship meeting, and he has also achieved outstanding results in this assessment. His master is the well-known Qingyu Immortal. How fortunate, I hope Changan'. Next, I invite the Qingyu Immortal to come and give the sword to Chen Xi!"

Hearing this passage, Chen Xi wanted to laugh. Where did the master come to send a message?

And I didn't make up a decent one, and said, "All living beings are so lucky", how could the majestic Qingyu Immortal Venerable say such sour words...

Immortal Qingyu didn't show up for a long time, the audience below started whispering, the master coughed, and was about to speak to maintain order, but was preempted by Chen Xi.

Chen Xi cleared his throat, signaled everyone to be quiet with both hands, pretended to smile brightly, and said in a broken can, "Haha, my master is quite forgetful. He has been busy recently, so he may...can't come, how about it, I will tell everyone Play a trick."

As soon as the words fell, the door of this hall opened with a "bang", and the sky light poured in, bringing up dust that seemed to be there.

In the interlacing of light and shadow, Qingyu Immortal Venerable walked in slowly with a sword in his left hand. He specially put on a crown, which made him look more majestic and dignified. His fluttering sleeves seemed to express his urgency, but his expression remained the same as usual Calm, like snow on a mountain that will never melt.

"Great change..." Chen Xi stared blankly at the visitor and murmured.

Before everyone had time to blink, Qingyu Xianzun arrived on the stage.The audience erupted in an instant, and it was possible to teleport without the help of external objects. Such a technique might have reached perfection!

Lin Jingran ignored the others, only looked at Chen Xi, nodded and said, "Sorry, I'm late for my teacher."

"No, it's not too late..." Chen Xi was still immersed in the "grand" appearance of the master. When others were late and tried their best to sneak in, the master was fine.

Lin Jingran handed out the sword in his hand: "This is the sword I gave you."

This sword has faint patterns engraved on the scabbard and hilt, which can only be discerned if you look closely. There is a black jade inlaid on the top of the hilt. It looks simple at first glance, but it is actually fine.

Carrying rare treasures, but not showing the mountains and dews, is exactly what Chen Xi wants.

He took the sword solemnly, and the cloud in his heart was swept away in an instant, and he heard that the master had just used "gift" instead of "gift", and he immediately pulled the two of them to equal positions.

Although the sword was given to the disciple by the master, there is nothing wrong with using "gift", but "gift" always makes people feel warm.

Chen Xi took the sword, it was heavier than expected, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

The time could not be delayed any longer. Seeing that the time was right, the head of the side coughed lightly again. The announcer came back to his senses, looked back at Qingyu Xianzun, and shouted: "Thank you, Xianzun and fellow sects, for the first group of sword-giving ceremony. Now that it's over, let's invite the second group to come on stage!"

Chen Xi walked off the stage with the master holding the sword, and asked curiously: "Master, are you busy with this matter because you leave early and return late?"

"Ah."

"That day when I asked you about the sword, why didn't you tell me directly?" Chen Xi asked with bright eyes, "Do you want to surprise me?"

Lin Jingran subconsciously avoided the wet eyes, "Yes."

Chen Xi: "It made me think..."

He couldn't help but think of the message "How lucky are all living beings" just now, presumably it was also written by Master, so it turns out that Master would also say such a sour poem.

The head of the sect not far away walked towards them and said to Chen Xi: "Chen Xi, don't blame your master for coming late, Jing Ran insists on using a secret method to forge a sword for you, and those in Lingfeng Sect know this method There is only one master blacksmith, who was able to finish the work before the meeting, but that master fell ill a while ago, and in the end this sword was basically completed by Jingran himself, so he had to hurry to catch up. I hope you will not We must live up to this expectation."

Chen Xi clenched the sword in his hand and looked at the master. Lin Jingran was drooping his eyes. His thick eyelashes concealed the emotions in his eyes, making it impossible to understand his thoughts.

Chen Xi bowed and said, "Thank you for your teaching, Sect Leader, this disciple will never fail Master's expectations."

The head patted Chen Xi on the shoulder, sighed softly, turned and left.

After the sect leader walked away, Lin Jingran looked at Chen Xi with clear eyes: "Actually, I only expect those three words from you."

Those three words?

Which three words?

Chen Xi suddenly remembered that there were three words after the message "how lucky are all living beings"——Wang Chang'an. Could it be that these three words were "Wang Chang'an" that he had overlooked?

Lin Jingran sighed softly: "The road to cultivating immortals is far away, and there are uncertainties. I only hope that I will be safe."

Seeing Master's solemn expression, Chen Xi was speechless for a moment, his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and he lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand as if fleeing. As I traced it, it seemed as if I could feel the blazing heat of the sword when Master carved the seal.

What, who said that Qingyu Immortal Venerable is the coldest?Obviously the most careful and considerate.

There was a sudden soreness in the eye sockets and throat. His motives for coming to Lingfengmen were not pure, and he was really ashamed of such a heavy sincerity.

"The sword also has a spirit, let's give it a name." Lin Jingran said.

"Otherwise," Chen Xi looked up, "it's called 'Other Sword'."

It seems so, but it is not.The outside is not the same as the inside.

After the sword awarding ceremony, the masters went to the small room to discuss matters, and the disciples watched the program.

"Chen Xi, can I have a look at the sword given to you by Immortal Qingyu?"

As soon as she was free, Ling Aoyue came to look for Chen Xi, she was very curious about the sword bestowed by Qingyu Xianzun.

Situ Yao and Abo also came over.

Chen Xi picked up the sword, but before he had time to open it, a cold light flashed, and the sharp and vast body of the sword suddenly appeared. Potential.

Ling Aoyue: "Wow, if I'm not mistaken, the material of this sword is the same as that of Qingyu Xianzun, and they are both refined by secret methods."

"Shenzun Qingyu has spent all his money, who doesn't know that the material of his sword is a priceless treasure," Situ Yao pushed Chen Xi, "It's really cheap for you boy!"

"What? Envious?" Chen Xi retorted deliberately.

"The sword of the Qingyu Immortal Venerable was made by the former head of the sword with the best materials in the world, and I didn't expect there to be any leftover," Ling Aoyue asked, "Chen Xi, have you figured out the name of this sword yet? "

Chen Xi replied, "No."

Ling Aoyue asked: "From the meaning of 'if you say something, it will not be far away'?"

Chen Xi nodded his head.

Ling Aoyue asked again: "By the way, do you know the name of Qingyu Immortal Venerable's sword?"

Hearing this, Chen Xi realized that he had never seen Master's sword, and didn't even know its name after being with Master for three months.

Situ Yao: "Who doesn't know this? Qingyu Xianzun's sword is called 'Xun'."

Ling Aoyue: "What is 'seeking' for?"

Situ Yao was stopped by the question, and simply said: "You should ask Qingyu Xianzun, I am not a roundworm in his stomach..."

Ling Aoyue: "I guess it's seeking the way. The journey to immortality is bumpy. There are very few people who have achieved the way in the past and present. Qingyu Xianzun is devoted to the way. Apart from seeking the way, I am afraid that there is nowhere to find it."

"Then just call the sword Xundao," Situ Yao retorted, and then put his arm on Chen Xi's shoulder, "Come on, let this personal disciple of the Qingyu Immortal Venerable come and talk to us."

Chen Xi patted Situ Yao's hand away: "I think it's the search for the heart. Only after you find the original heart can you understand the way. In fact, maybe the master didn't know what he was looking for, so he took the single word."

Situ Yao raised his eyebrows at Ling Aoyue: "Listen, what this direct disciple said makes sense."

Ling Aoyue turned her head, too lazy to answer.

At this time, the masters finished their discussions and came out from the small room next to them.

Chen Xi saw Shizun at a glance, picked up his sword and wanted to run over.

After running a few steps, Situ Yao complained: "Tsk tsk, I'm going to find his good master again, the guy who saw his teacher forgets his friend!"

Chen Xi rolled his eyes with a smile, turned around and waved goodbye, suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he looked again, he found that the way they looked at him had changed.

I saw Ling Aoyue was stunned, raised her finger and said: "Chen Xi, blood..."

Chen Xi reached out his hand to touch his nose, his palm was full of blood, he didn't understand the situation, he just felt dizzy, and his body fell backwards unbearably.

It seemed that someone had caught him, and the embrace was as warm as spring. He wanted to see who it was, but there was only endless darkness in front of him. In the end, even the darkness disappeared, and everything disappeared...