Mozun and his Master Shizun

"Do you have anything to do with Mu Juanshu?"

A simple and direct sentence exploded in Yan Xiao's ears like a thunderbolt.

"No." He heard his calm and dull voice, as if it came from a distant place, "Master, what are you talking about? How could I have something to do with the Demon Lord thousands of years ago."

Xu Shumo looked at him again. Yan Xiao didn't know what the expression on his face looked like now, but he still tried to use the most normal, calm and natural expression he imagined: "How can the disciple deceive the master? Tired books don’t know him at all.”

What he said was actually true.

"It's not that Master doesn't trust you." Xu Shumo said, "It's just that this matter is too important, and I must be careful."

"The disciple knows." Yan Xiao lowered his head.

"In that case, I want you to swear."

Yan Xiao stared at Xu Shumo for a moment, then knelt down in front of him.

"Disciple Yan Xiao, hereby swear to Daoist Sanqing."

Thoughts were withdrawn bit by bit, and Yan Xiao's heart gradually calmed down after uttering each word.

"I never knew Mu Juanshu." Yan Xiao paused for a moment before looking directly at Xu Shumo and continued, "I have never met him. If there are false words, I would like to fall into the Underworld and suffer from the fire of Nine Lotus Karma."

The way Xu Shumo looked at Yan Xiao changed immediately.

In the world of comprehension, the scariest place is not the Purgatory of Hundred Ghosts in the human world, nor the Abyss of Bones in the Demon World, but the dark underworld that only exists in legends.

Once entering the underworld, the soul will burn forever in the fire of the nine lotus karma, and will never escape.

Hearing Yan Xiao swear by the underworld, Xu Shumo finally relaxed, stretched out his hand to pull Yan Xiao, and said in his mouth: "If this is the case, it will be fine."

Yan Xiao felt relieved for a while.

He himself knew that the so-called swearing just now actually had a lot of tricks in it.

First, he wasn't lying.Although he borrowed the cover of Mu Juanshu, he has never seen Mu Juanshu, nor does he know him.

Secondly, as a modern person, or a modern person who has traveled through the novel... Yan Xiao can believe that such things as swearing are ghosts!

And most importantly, if Xu Shumo asked him this, it meant that the problem must not be serious. As long as his attitude was firm enough, it probably wouldn't be a problem if he wanted to make up nonsense in the future.

After all, if the problem was really big, Xu Shumo would have probably just slashed at it with a sword...

There is a saying that if the problem is not big, don't panic; if the problem is big, panic is useless.

But Xu Shumo, who has always been simple-minded, doesn't think as much as Yan Xiao thinks.Seeing his little apprentice being upright and strict, the little doubt in his heart immediately dissipated, and turned into deep self-blame and distress.

I am a master, so it’s fine if I didn’t protect my apprentice well, how can I still doubt him, how much I hurt my child’s heart...

Look at wronging the child.

Xu Shumo was about to stand up immediately to help Yan Xiao up, but he had just got up, and the serious injury he suffered just now made him unable to stand still. After shaking his body for a while, he sat back on the stone again, coughing out a big mouthful Blood.

Yan Xiao hurriedly sat beside his master, and at this moment, he didn't care about keeping a distance between master and apprentice. He held Xu Shumo's arm with one hand, and the other hand half-circled Xu Shumo's shoulder from behind. Blaming himself, he asked eagerly, "How is Master?"

Xu Shumo shook his head, swallowed a mouthful of blood and said, "It's okay."

Yan Xiao felt sad, but he couldn't say anything, so he kept his head down silently and continued to help Xu Shumo repair the wound with spiritual power.

The two had their own concerns, and after a long silence, Xu Shumo said, "I just got something very important."

Yan Xiao also felt that this situation was too embarrassing, just as Xu Shumo started a conversation, and he was willing to follow, so he immediately cheered up and looked at Xu Shumo and said, "What is it?"

Xu Shumo slowly stretched out a hand.

In the pale and slender palm, Pingping held a round ball exuding a warm and soft golden light.The ball looked very cute, it rolled a few times in Xu Shumo's hands as if it was alive, and even jumped a bit.

At this moment, Xiao Yanzi, a loyal reader of "Ode to the Yellow Spring", recognized it immediately.

Sword Spirit!

According to the setting in the book, when each divine weapon recognizes its master, it will form a sword spirit.In the long years since then, the sword spirit will also practice together with the master, carrying all the memories of the master and the divine weapon, and the corresponding cultivation base.

Unexpectedly, Xu Shumo actually got the sword spirit of Qu Ning's saber, Wanxiang Guiyi... No wonder I recognized Xu Shumo's sword photo as Wanxiang Guiyi just now.

Yan Xiao was terrified.

In fact, this should be regarded as one of the biggest foreshadowings left by Bo Juju in the article "Ode to the Blue Fall and Yellow Spring", and it is also a point that readers have been arguing about endlessly.

Does the protagonist of this book, Qin Changfeng, have the inheritance of Qu Ning thousands of years ago?

Qin Changfeng got the Wanxiang Guiyi remnant sword left by Qu Ning in the Bixiao Fantasyland, and then got the Wanxiang Guiyi scabbard at the auction, but the inheritance of the Wanxiang Guiyi sword spirit in the book is always the same. The language is unclear.

So when it comes to the final ending, readers still don't know where the sword spirit is, and whether it was really obtained by Qin Changfeng?

No matter how the two parties tore X, listed evidence and talked about logic, Bo Juju never just laughed but didn't respond.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that he hid the sword spirit here, and he and Xu Shumo, who were hit and involved by mistake at this time, discovered it.

Yan Xiao suddenly became nervous.

This plot is really far from the development of the story he is familiar with. Now that Qu Ning has become Xu Shumo's previous life, and Xu Shumo has inherited the sword spirit from Qu Ning, then will it be...

Yan Xiao quickly shook his head desperately to stop his dangerous thoughts.

"I saw Qu Ning and Mu Juanshu." Xu Shumo's eyes stopped on the twinkling light golden ball in his hand, "...It's quite different from what I thought."

Yan Xiao immediately pricked up his ears to listen.

Xu Shumo paused, and said in disbelief:

"It seems... Mu Juanshu and Qu Ning, who were a thousand years ago, have known each other for a long time, and were even close friends at one time."

Yan Xiao's heart skipped a beat.

"Then how did the two of them end up..."

"It is related to the reputation of the patriarch, so don't make rash assertions."

Xu Shumo shook his head and took back the sword spirit, but refused to say any more.

Yan Xiao wanted to continue asking, but seeing Xu Shumo's expression was too bad, he couldn't open his mouth.The two remained silent for a while before Yan Xiao said, "Does Master know where we are now?"

Xu Shumo nodded, Yan Xiao immediately stared at him expectantly.

"The Abyss of Bones."

"Oh grass..." Yan Xiao was so shocked that he immediately uttered a vulgar word, and Xu Shumo glanced at him before reacting and quickly covered his mouth, not knowing what to do.

The abyss of bones in the demon world never returns. According to the original book's route, Mu Juanshu also died here in the end... Isn't this cold?

"Master, what should we do?" Yan Xiao said dryly.

Since Xu Shumo knows where this is, there must be a way, right, right.

Xu Shumo nodded, then shook his head again.

"Master..."

Xu Shumo didn't answer Yan Xiao's words directly, but asked, "Do you still remember the "Benji of the Three Saints" that I asked you to read?"

Yan Xiao shrank her neck and smiled awkwardly.

Xu Shumo took out a small jade bottle from his bosom, poured out three elixir and swallowed it in one gulp. Feeling a little relieved, he sighed and said, "Emperor Qingxuan once had a relationship with Pojun Xingjun who fell into the devil's way before." A decisive battle, do you remember?"

Yan Xiao nodded quickly.

Although he doesn't like to read the textbooks of the Arctic Palace, but this is a rare and interesting story that can be used as a storybook. Everyone in the Four Realms knows everyone. How could he not know.

"At that time, the two had a duel in a place where there was no one around. No one knew what the outcome would be. After the duel, the two disappeared at the same time. For thousands of years, no matter whether it was the heaven or the underworld, they sent people to search for it, but they found nothing... ..." Yan Xiao said so fluently, almost biting his own tongue, and then stared at Xu Shumo with wide eyes.

Xu Shumo nodded.

"It's here," he said with an extremely tired look on his face, "the place where Emperor Qingxuan and Pojun Xingjun had a decisive battle."

"How did Master know?"

Xu Shumo smiled weakly and said, "Didn't you already guess it all? Qu Ning and Mu Juanshu also came here before, and left some clues."

Without waiting for Yan Xiao to continue asking, he broke off a flower from the boulder and handed it to Yan Xiao.

"They worked together to build a passage here, and they also left clues to the exit for fear that someone would be trapped here again. As long as you keep walking along the Nebula Flower, you can leave the Abyss of Bone."

nebula flower...

Yan Xiao looked down at the flowers she received from Xu Shumo.

Bo Juju seldom writes scenery, and sometimes he is so lazy that he will appear such outrageous sentences as "you know I should write scenery here to set off the beautiful encounter, but I can't write any more". It is not surprising that there are hardly any memorable flora and fauna.

But look at this nebula flower in front of me... the flower color is so beautiful and dazzling blue-purple, among the nine petals, the stamen seems to be composed of countless tiny ice crystals, refracting dazzling rays of light, like a nebula, mysterious and radiant .

As soon as Yan Xiao saw it, he fell in love with it.

What's more, this flower was handed over by Xu Shumo. If it is rounded up, it means that the master gave him flowers...

Yan Xiao hurriedly and carefully pinned the flowers to the button on his chest.

"Since the master already knows, there is no need to delay, then let's go."

Xu Shumo nodded, and Yan Xiao hurried up to support him.

"us……"

Just as Xu Shumo said two words, he coughed up another big mouthful of blood, splashed on Yan Xiao's clothes, and quickly stained it red.

"Master!"

Under Yan Xiao's horrified gaze, Xu Shumo raised his head and took a deep breath, waved his hands and wanted to say something, but couldn't take it anymore, and passed out.