Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

Qiu Shi looked at the sword for a long time, then knelt down with his hands on the sword and bowed his head.

The patriarch said that he was not allowed to kneel again, but now he must kneel.

Not only because he repeatedly connected the evil dragon at the bottom of the black dragon pool with the patriarch, such behaviors are really hateful, and only kneeling can offset the guilt in his heart.

It is also because the patriarch treated him so kindly, saved him many times, taught him how to cultivate, taught him spells, searched for medicine and refined pills for him, and now gave him such a precious sword...

He can't repay such kindness.

But as soon as he knelt down, Hei Lin grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

Hei Lin frowned slightly, quite displeased.

Say no more kneeling...

But he suppressed his anger, and with a slight smile on his lips, he said softly, "Qiu Shi, draw your sword and try."

Qiu Shi drove all the turmoil out of his head, stood up straight, held the scabbard with his left hand, and the hilt with his right hand, and pulled it out hard, only to hear a sharp "stab" sound, a pure black sword The blade was displayed in front of him.

Seeing him pull out the sword so easily, Hei Lin's eyes as deep as a black pool suddenly lit up, shining brightly like the starry sky at night.

Qiu Shi drew out his sword...

Qiu Shi stared at the sword in his hand. Although he didn't understand swords, he knew it was a good sword.

It has been pulled out for so long, but there is still a slight "buzzing" sound, that sound... like a call from ancient times, deep and long...

The blade is sharp and emits a cold light, his face is reflected on it, and there is a black...

Qiu Shi looked intently, trying to see what the black object was, but the blurry object suddenly disappeared.

He was in a daze, what was that just now?

The patriarch's deep voice suddenly sounded next to his ear: "Do you like this sword?"

Qiushi nodded quickly.

love it.He had never seen such a beautiful sword.

"Now that this sword belongs to Qiu Shi, Qiu Shi will give it a name."

named?Qiu Shi looked up at Hei Lin in a daze.

Does the sword also have a name?

Hei Lin couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile when he saw his dazed and surprised look: "Qiu Shi, this is a spirit sword with a sword spirit inside, it is not recognized by the sword spirit, and it cannot be pulled out." .”

Sword spirit?Qiu Shi was taken aback again.what is that?

Hei Lin patiently explained to him: "Things in this world absorb the aura of heaven and earth, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and all things can be cultivated into immortals. This sword also has a spirit, which is the sword spirit. Follow the master's cultivation In order to continuously improve, the cultivation base of the sword spirit will also improve, and gradually it will become sane and have its own thoughts. One day, the sword spirit will also be able to transform into a human form and speak human language..."

Qiushi stared at the sword in his hand dumbfounded, shocked.

There is also a sword spirit in this sword?

He looked at Hei Lin again, and quickly handed over the sword: Master Patriarch, this sword should follow you!The disciple's cultivation base is insignificant, and he is not worthy of it.

Knowing what he meant, Hei Lin pushed the sword back: "Qiu Shi, this is not my sword, it's just when I forged the sword..." The sword of life.

Legend has it that this epiphany sword is the saber of a Taoist couple.It turned out to be true, as expected.

Hearing what he said, Qiu Shi suddenly remembered that the patriarch still had a wide and long sword, which was the one they used to fly with the sword last time.

"Qiu Shi, since the sword spirit has recognized you, then you are the master of this sword. If you feel that you deserve it, then practice diligently and improve your cultivation level as soon as possible, so that the sword spirit can transform into a human form as soon as possible."

Only then did Qiushi retract the sword.

He likes this sword very much, as the patriarch said, if you think it is not worthy, then you should practice hard, why bother?

Seeing his gentle gaze, and gently stroking the sword, as if stroking a lover, Hei Lin's face sank, feeling very displeased.

He is right here, why does Qiushi caress something next to him?

Still so gentle, so full of love?

Hei Lin suppressed the sour feeling in his heart, and said, "How about naming this sword... Cheng Jiao?"

Qiu Shi looked up at Hei Lin: Cheng Jiao?

Helin nodded.

Since it was the name chosen by the patriarch, Qiu Shi naturally agreed and nodded with a smile.

He looked down at the sword in his hand again, and continued to stroke it gently.

Cheng Jiao, Cheng Jiao, I will definitely practice hard in the future so that you can transform into a human form as soon as possible...

Guessing that he must be calling the name "Chengjiao" in his heart, Hei Lin felt a lot better in his heart, and asked, "Do you know how to swing a sword?"

After finishing speaking, she shook his hand, lowered her head and whispered in his ear: "This seat will teach you."

It wasn't the first time they got so close, and it wasn't the first time that the patriarch was so close to him, but Qiu Shi still felt very uncomfortable, his heart was beating so hard that even the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. trembling.

Hei Lin embraced Qiushi from behind, grabbed his hand holding the sword, gestured slowly, put his lips against Qiushi's ear, and whispered: "That's it, slowly..."

The deep and magnetic voice lingered in his ears, and all the breath he exhaled was sprayed behind his ears, itching.

The itching felt from his ears all the way to the tip of his heart, and all the way to his limbs.

Qiushi could only feel his brain "buzzing", his heart was beating so fast that he was about to jump out of his mouth.

His palms were sweaty, and his legs were weak.

He couldn't listen to a single word that the patriarch said.

He was flustered and distraught.

Patriarch...

He was just thinking about it in that direction, and suddenly remembered something.

When he was a child, he watched his father teach his younger brother how to practice sword.Isn't that how the father hugged the younger brother from behind and taught him by hand?

The patriarch just taught him how to practice swords, so why should he think too much?

Seeing that not only his originally fair face turned red, but even the tips of his ears turned red, his whole body was stiff with a sword in his hand, and he looked shy and nervous, Hei Lin curled his lips into a light smile, let go, and rolled his sleeves. throw.

I saw the room suddenly darkened, getting darker and darker, so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

Qiu Shi is at a loss, what's the matter?Why is it suddenly dark?Where is the grandfather?

Suddenly a light and shadow flashed from the darkness, then a second, and a third.

More and more lights and shadows revolved around him.

Qiu Shi stared intently for a long time before realizing that the dozens of lights and shadows seemed to be moving around with a long sword in his hand.

He couldn't see the fast ones, but he could see the slow ones clearly.

The man is practicing sword.

Patriarch's deep voice suddenly sounded: "This is my own swordsmanship, with a total of 49 and [-] moves, you can practice according to the light and shadow!"

Qiu Shi bowed deeply in the direction of the patriarch's voice, then straightened his waist and held the sword, turned to the light and shadow closest to him, and looked carefully.

I don't know how long he watched it, but just when he memorized the sword move of the man in the light and shadow, the man suddenly stabbed at him with the sword.

Qiu Shi's heart sank, before he had time to think, he raised his sword and blocked it.