Heavenly Master raises ghosts daily

The blood stained Lu Changsheng's eyes, he couldn't see anything for a while, he let go of the dagger and "clicked" it fell on the table, Lu Changsheng half lowered his head, and supported the coffee table with his hand, he blinked his eyes and took a few deep breaths. The scarlet color dissipated.

"Changsheng..." Lu Ping held Lu Changsheng's hand when he let go of his shuriken. Lu Changsheng's palm was covered with cold sweat, and the strength in his hand became stronger. Lu Ping looked at Lu Changsheng nervously, afraid What's wrong with his body.

This sword... his eyes stopped on the sword. Lu Ping was in a trance when he saw the sword before, and he didn't have time to distinguish it. Now he has settled down and explored inch by inch.

"I saw it." Lu Changsheng lowered his voice, he didn't look at Lu Ping, nor did he look at the dagger, he raised his head, Lu Changsheng looked at the dark TV screen in front of him, his eyes were far away, as if he was recalling and yearning.

"What did you see?" Lu Ping's heart skipped a beat. The more he looked at the short sword, the more strange he felt it.

"Someone killed people with this sword." Lu Changsheng whispered.

Lu Changsheng looked a little dazed. He didn't know why he would see such a scene when he touched this sword. Moreover, although the clothes of the people in the picture were only the same, Lu Changsheng could easily tell which one was not the clothes of the Song Dynasty. , but Shenyi from the pre-Qin period.

Telling Lu Ping about this, Lu Ping's face was also one sided. He frowned and looked at the short sword lying quietly on the coffee table, and a dark light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

This sword is not the one from Langji, it is just a fake made by an unknown person, how could Lu Changsheng see the "image" in it?And it's still a flashback to that time.

Objects have spirits, especially old objects that have existed for thousands of years. They have been with the owner for many years. It is the golden light that can be seen after opening the eyes of the sky, and the other is the image that can be seen when touched by hands.

Now this sword is obviously the latter.

"You mean that there is a sword spirit in this sword?" Lu Changsheng asked without touching it behind him.

"It can't be said to be a sword spirit, the sword is still a dead thing, but you may see an image when you touch it." Lu Ping said, the complex emotions in his eyes before had completely disappeared, and the emotions in his eyes had settled down.

"Return image..." Lu Changsheng repeated in a low voice, as if to prove something, he stretched out his hand again and touched the hilt of the sword.

There is a coolness of metal in the hand, the palm is slightly tightened, and the lines on the hilt of the sword touch Lu Changsheng's palm, but this time there is no memory, and there is no flashing image in front of his eyes. This is just an ordinary sword, as if before It was all Lu Changsheng's illusion.

He frowned, let go of his fingers, and clenched them again, but nothing happened. Lu Changsheng pursed his lips. It seems that this image does not appear anytime and anywhere.

Put the blade back into the scabbard, this dagger is very strange, but it didn't make Lu Changsheng have any negative emotions, and he even had an inexplicable love for the dagger, not for this sword, but as if Lu Changsheng had Having seen such a short sword, it seems to be empathetic.

Lu Ping has been paying attention to Lu Changsheng. Seeing his nostalgic expression, he bent his lips and covered the dagger with his slightly transparent palm. Lu Ping looked at Lu Changsheng's side face sideways and asked in a low voice: "Do you think this sword How about it?"

"How is it?" Hearing Lu Ping's voice, Lu Changsheng subconsciously looked sideways at him.

In order to talk to Lu Changsheng, Lu Ping had already moved closer, but now that Lu Changsheng turned his head again, the two of them faced each other, their noses were almost touching, and Lu Changsheng could even see Lu Ping's eyelashes when he lowered his eyes, and his breath was intertwined.

His ears burned instantly, and the fiery heat didn't stop and spread to his cheeks. After a while, Lu Changsheng's cheeks were also dyed red. He had never been so close to anyone before.

Feeling unnaturally rising in his heart, Lu Changsheng coughed lightly and quickly turned back, his eyes trembled, his thoughts were complicated, he was thinking of how to speak to ease the embarrassment, just ignoring his beating heartbeat like a drum, ignoring himself There is only shyness and no disgust in the heart.

"I, I think this sword looks familiar...You, tell me about it." His voice stuttered, and Lu Changsheng said quickly as if he was trying to hide something.

"Do you think it looks familiar?" Without looking at Lu Ping's expression, Lu Changsheng heard a hint of surprise from the other party's tone.

Lu Ping didn't seem to be affected by the "close contact" just now...

Lu Changsheng's cheeks puffed up, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was inexplicably empty.

"It looks familiar, maybe I saw it in that ancient book before." Lu Changsheng said in a low voice, his tone was a little stiff, "It just so happens that you are the owner of the sword. What is the name of this sword?"

"The master of the sword." Lu Ping laughed lowly, and continued with an inexplicable meaning, "This is indeed Lu Ping's saber."

Hearing what Lu Ping said, Lu Changsheng's lips moved and his ears perked up slightly, trying to listen carefully to every word Lu Ping said.

Paying special attention to every move of Lu Changsheng, Lu Ping curled his lips, his eyes seemed to be shrouded in spring, and he was in a particularly good mood, even his voice was softer, "This sword is called Yanxuan, son Ping is 13 years old I made it myself that year."

"Own?"

"Langji emphasizes the technique of witchcraft. Young Master Ping used his own blood to forge it for 49 days before it was completed. He cherishes it very much and carries it with him when he sits and sleeps. Even after death, he must take it with him when he is buried." Lu Ping said softly, saying At the end, the tone was difficult for a moment, but it was quickly covered up, "If that sword has a spirit..."

"Do you like it very much?" Lu Changsheng interrupted Lu Ping, his tone was very light, Lu Ping keenly noticed the other party's slightly frowned brows and pursed mouth.

"Yanxuan Sword is Lu Ping's favorite in his life." Lu Ping said.

"I see." Lu Changsheng responded dully, and as Lu Ping's voice fell, he stood up, didn't look back, and didn't reach out to take the imitation of the Yanxuan sword on the coffee table, just walked into the house like this go.

He was angry that he didn't even know why, and his back was extremely decisive.

As for Lu Ping, he kept looking at Lu Changsheng's back, and with the sound of the door, he let out a joyful laugh.

Lowering his eyes, looking at the imitation in a good mood, Lu Ping nimbly pointed at the dim ruby ​​on the hilt, "Although there are some discrepancies, he will be angry with me."

With eyebrows bent, Lu Ping had the words "Spring Breeze Proud" written all over his body, and even the sword in front of him was pleasing to the eye. He looked at the short sword patiently, and suddenly Lu Ping narrowed his eyes.

Withdrawing his hand that was about to touch the ruby, his fingertips swayed above the short sword, a golden light flashed, the Kui dragon pattern lit up first, and then an inch of bronze piece rustled down from the pattern on the dragon's claw, and touched the tabletop In an instant, it turned into powder.

Lu Ping's face turned cold, and he grabbed his fingers in the void, and a paper figure floated down. He was alive and well. He climbed up to the coffee table, got half of the powder on it, and then slowly floated away along the window, straight into the ground.

Deep underground, next to the magma is a mess. In the light of the fire, one can only vaguely distinguish a cloud of black mist bound by chains. Hexia, the syllable was formed strangely, "Kill for life, kill for life! Thirty thousand dead bodies, eternal hell!"

"Why—" The voice was harsh and strange, baring its teeth and claws.

The chain is connected to the underground stone wall, and the magma hits it from time to time, but it is not worn at all, and it is still strong, binding the underground monster.

The paper figurine supported the wooden boat and slowly rowed along the magma. Did the magma splash?

Stopping in front of Heiwu, the paper man climbed ashore, and it looked like an ant in front of the huge monster. The "ant" was not afraid, but leaned forward and knocked left and right on the chain to make sure it was still stable. Then he turned around and jumped back on the boat, picked up the oar made of silver needles, and was about to go.

Not far away tremblingly, the black mist behind him made a sharp voice, "Revenge! Kill for life!"

The rowing movement of the paper man stopped, and in the next moment, a little spark floated across the shore and landed on the boat. The boat and the paper man were instantly reduced to ashes.

On the shore, the man was dressed in a dark black dress, his hair was tied up with a white jade crown, and he had a gentle smile on his face, without any aggressive looks, like a scholar and counselor.

Witnessing the sinking of the paper figurine and the wooden boat, the man curled his lips, smile lines appeared at the end of his eyes, and lightly brushed his sleeves with his hands, the thin line of black mist spreading from the hem of his clothes was cut off with his movements.

In the hotel, Lu Ping noticed the movement of the paper figurine, and his eyes sharpened, "Sure enough."

Lu Changsheng didn't stay long in City B, and returned to City A within two days.

And it seemed that it was what he did at Ji's house. After returning to City A, the Kanyu shop suddenly became busy, and many people were even introduced by Ji Zhiduan.

In order to suit their preferences, those people brought all kinds of ancient swords, just to make Lu Changsheng more attentive.

Although Lu Changsheng likes ancient swords, he doesn't reject all comers. He only likes the ones he likes. If the ancient swords are his favorite, he will charge less commission for the business.

However, although Lu Changsheng's vision is very high, it can't stand the sheer number of them. After half a year, they were scattered, and Lu Changsheng's collection has five more swords.

Lu Ping's body is also more substantive, and it is no different from a normal person if you don't look carefully in the dark.

In the past six months, Lu Changsheng has not only gained a reputation in City B, but even many people in City A have known about Master Lu from the Kanyu Shop. better.

Coming back from the next city, Lu Changsheng was exhausted, and when he got back to the house, he lay down on the bed and buried himself in the quilt.

Looking at Lu Changsheng with half-closed eyes, Lu Ping looked at the sword on the table and asked, "Have you ever thought about buying a new house?"

"Buy a new house? Do you want to change places to live?" Lu Changsheng opened his eyes slightly and muttered softly.

"No, it doesn't matter where I live as long as I'm by your side, it's just these swords." Lu Ping sat beside Lu Changsheng, raised his hand to smooth the broken hair on his cheek.

Lu Changsheng braced himself to listen to Lu Ping, and subconsciously rubbed Lu Ping's palm, "What's wrong with the sword?"

Being stiffened by Lu Changsheng's sudden intimacy, Lu Ping suddenly forgot what he was going to say next, and he froze for a long time before he said bluntly: "You can't open your desks with many swords, why don't you make a special one?" a house to house them."

"Okay, I see." Lu Changsheng murmured, he raised his hand and grabbed Lu Ping's wrist, and fell asleep as soon as he lowered his head. I don't know if his answer just now really listened to Lu Ping's words, or was it perfunctory. answer.

Lu Ping no longer cared about whether Lu Changsheng's words were a promise or a perfunctory one. Lu Changsheng's hand was grabbed, and he didn't mean to struggle at all.

He lay down smoothly, with the grasped hand bent, lying on his side, and the other hand wrapped around Lu Changsheng's waist, wrapping him in his arms, with his chin resting on the top of Lu Changsheng's head. He didn't need sleep for a long time. The thousand-year-old ghost closed his eyes in a rare way, and slowed down his breathing after a while, the frequency was the same as that of Lu Changsheng.

The house is in a mess, there are loud noises, the sound of glass breaking, the girl is huddled in a corner and crying, no one pays attention to her, everyone in the family seems to be crazy.

Biting her lower lip tightly, her mouth was filled with the smell of blood, until a glass cup was thrown at the girl from nowhere.

The girl stood up suddenly, and with the sound of the glass breaking suddenly, she ran out of the chaotic home regardless, and rushed downstairs.