Mozun and his Master Shizun

"Heal the wound, heal the wound, is it necessary?"

Yan Xiao was helping Xu Shumo tidy up his clothes, and his disheveled hands kept stroking across his original wound. The tingling feeling seemed to extend from the spine to the back of the head along the skin there.Xu Shumo was annoyed by him, but he couldn't say anything in the current scene, so he simply turned his back and ignored the little apprentice who was still making trouble.

However, Yan Xiao has never been a person who knows how to accept as soon as he is good. Seeing that Xu Shumo doesn't care about him, he will only go further and put his arms around Xu Shumo's waist, put his forehead against the other's back and whisper: "Master!" ,I am so happy."

"What are you so happy about?" Xu Shumo said angrily.

"Master naturally knows why I am happy," Yan Xiao said with a smile, "I just want to know, is Master happy if the apprentice is found again?"

Yan Xiao originally just asked casually, but according to his understanding of Xu Shumo's face-saving and serious character, it is basically impossible for the other party to answer him.Therefore, Yan Xiao was not surprised when his master was silent for a long time.

"Master is always the same," Yan Xiao said with a look of regret, "You know how difficult it is for me to come back to see you after a narrow escape, it hurts my heart..."

"Happy."

Xu Shumo's voice was not loud, but when it fell into Yan Xiao's ears, it was no different from thunder.

I saw that the little apprentice, who was a little dazed at first, was so stupid that he couldn't look straight at the moment. After he was stunned for a long time, he stretched out his hand to wrap Xu Shumo tightly from behind, smiled and rubbed against Xu Shumo and said:

"Master, what did you just say, what did you say?"

The back of Xu Shumo's neck was feverish, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"I'm the happiest now..." Yan Xiao was completely incoherent, "Master, please say it again, please say it again."

"Say what!" Xu Shumo's patience was still limited after all, he suddenly broke away from Yan Xiao, picked up the scabbard on the bedside and "swiped" twice at the young apprentice who was cheating.

Yan Xiao was directly pulled under the bed by his sudden hand. The pain was not too much, but the terrible memory of the previous decades of training was revived at this moment. , still shouting:

"Master, don't slap your face, I still want face."

"What kind of face do you want?" Xu Shumo said in his mouth, but finally stopped, seeing Yan Xiao squatting obediently by the bed after being drawn out by him with a few red marks on his arm, he was finally a little satisfied, "After all, it's better to let you have a longer memory."

"Disciple understands." Yan Xiao was dejected, "What else does Master have to say?"

"Clean up, let's go to Tianshu Peak."

"Disciple knows..." Yan Xiao suddenly raised his head, and said with an expression of disbelief, "Where are you going?"

"Tianshu Peak." Xu Shumo had already changed into a set of plain white clothes, and Yan Xiao hurried over to help him comb his long hair, "The return of everything to one is of great importance, I have already notified the elder master, they will be here soon. "

"Oh..." Yan Xiao was extremely disappointed.

Originally, I wanted to reunite with the master after a long absence and stay for a while, but the master was too active and had to go to work right away.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be so anxious to treat Master's injuries.

It's really... ruthless.

He helped Xu Shumo put on the green jade hairpin, and seeing that his master looked like a sword fairy, he said sullenly, "Okay."

Before he finished regretting, Xu Shumo stretched out his hand and grabbed his apprentice's belt without any mistakes. Regardless of Yan Xiao's hard struggle, he carried the little apprentice's belt familiarly and stepped on the flying sword "Zhaoying".

Yan Xiao's face is of course unimportant, not to mention that Xu Shumo doesn't care, even Yan Xiao himself doesn't take it very seriously, let alone the melon-eating crowd in the Arctic Palace who have long been used to it.

When they landed at the North Pole Square, the only thing that surprised this group of old people was:

"Yan Xiao, you're not dead?"

"Brother Xu, are you alright?"

In fact, these two things were placed in the usually clean and boring Arctic Palace, and any of them could make this group chat for a long time, but today was obviously different, they had more important things to do.

Yan Xiao followed behind Xu Shumo, looking at the various complicated decorations on the North Pole Square that were only available when grand ceremonies were held, as well as the Sword Discourse Arena in the middle of the decorations, emitting a faint starlight.

Beside the Sword Discourse Stage, all the disciples of Qifeng in the mountains were solemnly and solemnly dressed in the most formal disciple costumes and saluted. Thousands of people's clothes and belts fluttered among them, and the light of swords was cold.

A little flustered.

Yan Xiao was still looking around here, while Xu Shumo had finished greeting Zhou Shuchen and the others briefly, and was putting everything into one on the gold plate held by Li Shuqi.

Two cut-off swords and a scabbard.

Yan Xiao felt his heart beating violently, and the familiar feeling of irritability and confusion hit him almost instantly.

Anyway, no one noticed him in this corner, Yan Xiao looked around, took two steps quietly, then squatted behind a white jade seat, pressed his hands on his chest and took a deep breath.

Zhou Shuchen's voice sounded over there, passing into his ears intermittently.

"...Today I am honored to welcome back Master Qu Ning's divine weapon 'Vientiane Guiyi'... In the future, the two worlds will fight to conquer demons..."

Yan Xiao himself didn't know why his body shook uncontrollably, and the feeling of dizziness in his head became more and more obvious.He gritted his teeth, pulled out the "Jinghong" from his waist by two inches, then gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to hold the blade tightly.

The bone-piercing pain made him grit his teeth violently, but it also kept the last bit of clarity.

He saw the green jade hairpin on the back of Xu Shumo's head through the gap in the chair, and saw his plain white figure slowly walking up to the Sword Discourse Arena among several other peak masters, and placed the gold plate flat on...

The figure in front of Yan Xiao's eyes became more and more blurred, more and more blurred...

Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer, and his bloody left hand let go of "Jinghong" around his waist.

He closed his eyes and fell heavily to the ground.

No one noticed his corner. Thousands of people in the North Pole Palace held their breaths and focused their attention, their fanatical and excited eyes were all focused on the plain white figure in the Sword Discourse Arena.

Xu Shumo took a deep breath, and the pale golden light slowly rose from the palm of his hand.

Even Ming Shuyu, who seemed the calmest, almost snapped off two beards, not to mention Li Shuqi, who directly exclaimed:

"This is... the sword spirit that unites everything!"

Xu Shumo turned slightly sideways, and saw the excited expressions on the faces of his senior brothers that he had never seen before.

Especially the head teacher Zhou Shuchen, on that always dignified and majestic face, there were even faint tears.

Xu Shumo had doubts for a moment, but then he turned around and slowly passed his hand to the side of the two severed swords.

As if attracted by some kind of magnet, the two cut-off swords slowly moved closer to each other as if they had come to life, until the broken lines in that one place were tightly connected with each other, and there was no appearance of separation.

"Ah!" Li Shuqi couldn't help screaming again, but in the collective surprise of the Arctic Palace, it didn't cause the slightest dissatisfaction.

The merged Vientiane Guiyi slowly floated up, and the sword spirit in Xu Shumo's hand was not under his control and poured slowly towards the blade of the Vientiane Guiyi. The light yellow light gradually enveloped the seemingly There are still some old and broken swords, like nourishing, slowly recovering all the scars.

Zhou Shuchen wiped away his tears gently with his hand, Bai Shuqi did not argue with the head teacher, which was rare, but took a deep breath, and said to himself: "That's great..."

He spoke everyone's heart.

Really good.

The pale golden light gradually disappeared in the sword body of Wanxiang Guiyi, Xu Shumo stretched out his hand, and Wanxiang Guiyi obediently fell into his palm.

The sword body is as bright and clear as water, without any trace of old appearance.

In an instant, earth-shattering cheers and applause broke out in the Arctic Palace. They involuntarily squeezed towards the Sword Discourse Arena. Everyone had the same idea. The prestigious Excalibur.

However, Xu Shumo, who was at the center of everyone's frenzied and excited eyesight, didn't feel so much.

He just felt that after completing a task, it was very easy, so easy that it was a bit normal.

Holding the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, Xu Shumo looked back at the brothers and sisters who came up with smiles, habitually wanting to find his little apprentice.

"Yan Xiao?"

No one answered.

Xu Shumo faintly felt that something was wrong, he bypassed the peak masters who came up to talk to him, and looked around among the disciples in the audience, trying to find the figure he was most familiar with.

Just when he had just stepped on the first step of the Sword Discourse Arena, a deafening sound came from the southeast corner, accompanied by a terrifying storm of spiritual power—

In an instant, the world changed color.

Li Shuqi, who was weaker in spiritual power among the Seven Sons of the North Pole, was already pale, and the expressions of the other six were not much better.

As if echoing their gazes, amidst the screams of hundreds of people, a huge and vast demonic energy spread across the entire North Pole Square in an instant.Under the blood-red sky, countless black magic mist oozes from the North Pole Square covered with white marble. The moment a large number of North Pole Palace disciples come into contact with it, they utter painful cries and fall to the ground one after another.

In the square, there was only one person standing proudly.

The black giant sword held by the man's left hand faintly revealed orange-red flames, and the pitch-black cloak fluttered in the air amidst the huge magic energy.

I saw him lift the big black hood on his head with one hand, and slowly raised his head.

"You—" Li Shuqi screamed, and Zhou Shuchen's expression immediately changed.

Although the person in front of them still has the exquisite and beautiful facial features and impeccable appearance that they are very familiar with, but the endless dark and bloody evil spirit exuding from the whole person makes them unable to connect with the person they are familiar with.

Xu Shumo understood in an instant.

That's not Yan Xiao.

The other party's eyes never stayed on the surrounding environment or the crowd for a moment, and their sharp and bloody eyes were always fixed on Xu Shumo who was dressed in plain white.

The four eyes met, and after a long time of intertwined eyes, he smiled slightly, with endless evil in his smile:

"Mu Juanshu, worship the mountain!"