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Ever since Shen Quehan learned how to control the sword, he has never had the experience of being forced to lift his feet off the ground. If it was someone else, he would have split the sky with his palm. It is a pity that what he met was the biggest in his life. Enemy, even with all kinds of martial arts, he couldn't show it, so he had to stiffen on Nanfeng's shoulders and become a coffin board folded in half.

Fortunately, the journey was not far away, and they moved to another location almost in the blink of an eye.

Nanfeng bowed and put him on a stone platform. Shen Quehan suddenly came to this bright place from the dark kitchen. It is white and brilliant, the walls and the ground are made of translucent glass, with beautiful patterns like ice flowers, hundreds of luminous pearls are embedded into the star map on the wall, emitting a faint soft light regardless of day and night.

And what sat under his buttocks was a beautifully carved crystal coffin, which was in the same style as the furnishings here, and it matched them very well.

Shen Quehan glanced boldly, but there was no one in the coffin, only two vague shadows, which looked like weapons like swords.

"This is...the Glazed Tower?"

"Ah."

Nanfeng was stingy with his words, as if saying one more word would kill him, but he opened his arms naturally, trying to wrap Shen Quehan in his arms.

I co-authored it because I was afraid that he would get tired from standing, so I found a place for him to sit so that he could continue to hug—and the height of the coffin was just right, Shen Quehan sat a section higher than him, so he didn't even have to bend over, hugging It is more convenient to get up.

"Wait a while." Shen Quehan pinched the back of Nanfeng's neck with one hand, lifted him away like a small animal, kicked him with his calf, and whispered in Nanfeng's ear: "Guicheng This climate is really too much for ordinary people, will you, old man, first raise your hands high and help me untie the spirit veins before sticking to people?"

Nan Feng was stunned, a look of annoyance flashed across his eyes, he immediately took off his robe and put it on for him without saying a word, but he didn't make any other movements.

He knew it shouldn't be, no cultivator would be willing to put away his minions and be controlled by others, but even if there was only a ten thousandth possibility, he was afraid that after unlocking Shen Quehan's spiritual veins, he would immediately disappear from his side.

As long as a person has tasted the taste of loss once, it will be difficult to get out of the shadow of worrying about gains and losses in this life.

"Pretend you don't understand, right? Well, it's fine if you don't understand." Shen Quehan didn't intend to compete with him on this issue, "Then in exchange, how about taking off your mask?"

He could feel the soft muscles under his fingers tense suddenly, and Nan Feng froze completely.

"Brother..."

Nanfeng called out to him with difficulty, his voice trembling uncontrollably, which was already an obvious sign of weakness and refusal to him, but Shen Quehan did not soften his heart.He desperately wanted to see the true face even after his cultivation base was sealed, which showed his tough attitude, this matter was no longer under Nan Feng's control.

"You don't need to do it yourself, I can do it for you."

He leaned back a little so that he was at eye level with Nan Feng, and pressed the edge of the mask with his free hand involuntarily.

The black-clothed demon's shoulders were as tight as iron.

Strange to say, for a person who doesn't change his face even when the sky is falling and the earth is falling, the reaction at this time makes people feel that his calmness is like paper, and it doesn't need the wind to blow, and it will shatter with a poke.

"Don't be afraid." Shen Quehan pressed his shoulder firmly with one hand, and coaxed softly, "Let me have a look."

The mask was not difficult to take off, it was not firmly stuck to the face with spells, and it was not heavy. Shen Quehan took it off easily, and then his hands began to tremble—a generation of genius sword repairers, who knew how to hold chopsticks Knowing how to hold a sword, when he was trapped in an isolated city and dying, his hands never shook like this.

The person in front of him has a handsome face, good bones, and familiar shadows in the contours of his eyebrows and eyes. Because of his long hair, his facial features are deeper than when he was a teenager. Clearly, the complexion is still as fair as before.However, this face that could be regarded as a painting was torn by the abrupt and sprawling lines on the left cheek, and was stained with an ugly blue-black color, turning into a terrifying, fragmented face.

The mask fell to the ground with a clang.

Shen Quehan made a sudden move without warning, and tore apart Nanfeng's neatly tied skirt in two strokes. His straight shoulders and clavicle supported the clothes that were about to fall off, and also supported a piece of pale skin like drawing paper. Those ghostly black lines covered his body along his neck, like tentacles extending from the deep black ground to the human world, tightly entangled Nanfeng, and sooner or later would drag him into the bottomless abyss.

"Who did it?"

There was a buzzing in Shen Quehan's ears, and he couldn't recover for a long time. He thought his voice was normal, but in fact it was barely audible.

A dry and cold hand gently grasped the hand holding the skirt of his shirt. The ice in Nanfeng's eyes had already melted, and he tried to coax his furious senior brother helplessly: "It's ugly, don't look at it."

It is impossible to say that there is no embarrassment at being so straightforwardly peeled open the wound. If Nanfeng didn't care, he wouldn't cover his face with a mask, but Shen Quehan's reaction comforted him more than any soft words , There is someone who cares more about the scars on his body than him, but he can frankly call out his pain, resent his ugliness, and act coquettishly, just like a child who falls, it doesn't hurt much, but if someone coaxes him, he will cry a little louder.

Shen Quehan caressed his cold cheek, his movements were very light, as if he was afraid of hurting him, but judging from the gnashing of teeth in his tone, it was obvious that the killing intent could no longer be suppressed: "Tell me, who did it?"

There was a sudden "bang bang bang bang" crashing sound from under him, Shen Quehan had just felt the vibration from the coffin board, Nanfeng had already reacted quickly and hugged him down, and stepped back three steps away: "Are you okay? Brother, what's the matter?"

Shen Quehan pushed his arm, and took the initiative to put a little distance between him and him.The incident happened suddenly just now, Nanfeng didn't have time to tidy up his clothes, so Shen Quehan felt it himself, and hastily pressed his cheek against his exposed half of his chest, as if being scorched by fire, the back of his ears immediately turned red.

"It's okay." The incident happened just in time, and it temporarily interrupted Shen Quehan's anger, causing him to restrain his icy killing intent, but his tone was still not good, "What are you putting in this coffin?" What the hell, why is it still haunted?"

Nan Feng's eyes were completely blocked by the blush behind his ears, he casually pulled up his clothes, flicked his sleeves indiscriminately, and vigorously pushed the coffin board open a gap two palms wide: "There is no haunting, it's your sword."

After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, but it was too late to remedy, so he could only watch Shen Quehan walk to the edge of the coffin, and fished out his saber that was supposed to accompany him to pieces.

The name of the sword is "Jingxue".

"Jingxue" is silvery white all over, and the blade is light and thin. When you move your hands, it is like an elegant wind blowing away the snow and mist.

After Shen Quehan passed away, this sword was buried in the Jiuyun School Sword Tomb as his relic. Later, the sect tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and Nanfeng brought it back to Songhua City.

Shen Quehan caressed the familiar cold sword body, and let out a long and slow breath of cold air that was stagnant in his heart.Having been together for many years, even if "Jingxue" was broken and Shen Quehan's spiritual vein was sealed, there is still a subtle connection between the spirit sword and its master, so Shen Quehan became angry just now, and "Jingxue", who had been dead for many years, immediately followed the corpse.

Even though it couldn't speak, it still recognized him after so many years.

Shen Quehan's eyes moved down, and saw that there was another sword lying in the coffin, so he fished it out as well, and immediately fixed his eyes in surprise: "...is this 'Kaiji'?"

The sword was intact, but it had been dusty for a long time, and now it fell into his hands, it trembled slightly as if it had been sensed.The body of the sword is slightly thicker than that of 'Jingxue', and it is all bronze in color, simple and unsophisticated. There is a four-character sword inscription engraved near the hilt, which means "Qing Ming Kai Ji", but in the past, for the sake of simplicity in the same sect, They all call it "Kaiji" directly.

The one that was sealed in the coffin together with "Jingxue" was Nanfeng's saber "Kaiji" in the past.

Nan Feng stood far away, did not approach his senior brother and Old Sword, and only gave a difficult "hmm" as an answer.

Shen Quehan looked at the two swords, and suddenly realized the answer to a question he had been wondering since the first day he came to Songhua City.

"Nanfeng," he didn't even dare to turn his head to look at Nanfeng's face, and asked in a low voice, "This glazed pagoda... is actually my tomb, right?"

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There is no such and such, only some stickers, hehe.