There's something wrong with my master.

[Brother Lang, will we have a happy ending like in the story? ]

[Stories in books are often written like this, but we are not in the books, we are just nameless little people. ]

[Wuwuwu~ Brother Lang, you lied to me! 】

The end of memory.

On a snowy day, the two found a place to shelter from the snow, built a fire, and fell into a deep sleep.

However, memories are just memories and cannot cause drastic emotional fluctuations.

Rong Xiaoyu just saw the flower and thought of it.

"Then I wish you all the way to heaven and to stand at the pinnacle of the Dao."

We had agreed that the first wish I would make when I saw the seven-colored flower would be for him.

The words fell.

The seven-colored flowers completely dissolved into the soul.

A figure in my mind gradually became clearer, and a light appeared in the darkness.

Deep in his consciousness, the green-shirted swordsman looked at the lamp blankly. After hesitating, he finally held the lamp in his hand.

The sky turned horrible.

Dark clouds covered the sky.

The Taoist nun with a sword on her back stepped on the thunder and disappeared from this world.

Rong Xiaoyu just looked at the light for a long time.

Chapter 153: Want to squat higher?

She knew that her master had ascended to heaven.

Logically, you should at least pay attention and say hello at the end.

But the image in the light deep in her consciousness attracted her more.

The orange-red flames danced.

Reflecting the pictures was not Yunlang, nor Brother Yu, but a somewhat unfamiliar man.

The man is handsome and has an extraordinary temperament.

He sat cross-legged in the cave, with a blue flame burning in front of him.

Pieces of material were thrown into the flames by him.

Ten thousand year old black iron, clouds that have drifted in the sky for ten thousand years, and snow on the snow-capped mountains that has not melted for a hundred thousand years.

In addition to these three main materials, there are also many common refining materials.

The dark blue flame burned for nearly half a year, and a sword slowly took shape.

Rong Xiaoyu's perspective suddenly became a little strange, from watching to looking up.

Everywhere you look is a dark blue, a little fiery.

His consciousness was hazy, just like a newborn baby.

She was held in a pair of large hands.

The man whispered, "Let's call him Yunxuejian."

The sound is quite nice.

Looks good too.

As a magical weapon, her instinct told her that this was her master.

It feels not bad to have a master right after it was born.

However, before she could be happy for long, she was given to another woman.

Women are beautiful, but they are much weaker than men.

Yun Xuejian felt lost all of a sudden, she wanted to hang out with the big boss.

I feel so safe around big guys.

But now that things have come to this, she can only accept her fate.

She practiced with the woman and watched the scenery together, and the years passed quickly.

The woman liked her very much and took her with her wherever she went.

Maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years, the woman opened her mouth and said something, as if introducing herself: "My name is Tianxue."

Is it snowing?

Quite a nice name.

I don’t know when it started, but Tianxue and that man met more and more frequently, and sometimes... a little deliberately.

Yun Xuejian finally learned the name of her creator.

The man's name is Tianyun.

Well, this name seems to be better than Tianxue.

Another hundred years passed, and the ignorant sword spirit had already learned to keep track of time.

Tianxue often held her across his lap, even when taking a bath or sleeping.

But she seemed to prefer Tianyun holding her hand occasionally and making a few sword flowers.

"How can a master always come to snatch his disciple's magic weapon?" Tianxue stomped his feet, and his usually cold expression now seemed a little naive.

Since then, Tianxue collected various materials by himself and also refined a sword.

The sword is called: Snow Cloud Sword.

The sword spirit of the Xueyun Sword is not as quiet as the Yunxue Sword, it is always chirping.

But Tianyun seems to like it very much and often carries it with him.

After that, Tianyun no longer came to snatch Tianxue's sword to play with.

For some reason, Yun Xuejian didn't like this new companion very much, probably because Xue Yunjian looked more majestic than her.

Several hundred years passed again.

Tianyun and Tianxue sat on the top of the mountain.

The two swords chased and fought each other out of habit.

"There is a fairy from heaven who has come to this world."

"What does it have to do with us?"

"It really has nothing to do with us." Tianyun nodded and continued to practice.

As for an immortal, the Heavenly Dao will deal with it, and it has nothing to do with these hidden immortals.

Until the smell of blood filled the air.

The evil spirit surrounded the entire mountain.

Tianyun and Tianxue suddenly realized that they had to intervene.

The two men each carried a sword and fought with the immortal.

In the end, the immortal died and two people were seriously injured.

When he came back, he brought back a mirror. This mirror was very cold and usually ignored people. It just sat there practicing motionlessly every day.

Days went on as usual.

After recovering from their injuries, the master and disciple continued their training.

Tianyun’s cultivation level was high enough to summon the heavenly tribulation of ascension long ago, but he seemed to be delaying it on purpose.

Tianxue asked several times and finally got an answer.

Love robbery.

"With me?" Tianxue was a little surprised.

"You are the only woman on this mountain. It's impossible that you are with a sword." Tianyun teased and looked at Yunxue Sword.

"You are the Master...how can we...how can we?"

"It's indeed not possible, and it shouldn't be possible, so it's very likely that it was affected by the way of heaven."

The two discussed for a long time and finally decided to give it a try by getting along as Taoist companions.

Decades later.

The two of them found a valley, opened up a small world in it, and built a large mansion.

"Master."

In the bedroom, Tianxue looked at her master who came to harass her again, with a helpless look on her face.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Tianyun withdrew his hand that was rubbing Tianxue's head and turned away.

"It's just a love affair."

"We are master and disciple, how could such feelings arise?"

Tianxue muttered to himself, and then asked the Heaven for a love calamity for himself.

She tried to see through it at a glance, and answered firmly: "I don't love Tianyun."

Click.

Like something broke.

Tianxue vomited a large mouthful of blood and fainted in a pool of blood, surrounded by a misty bloody aura.

Since then, the Yunxue Sword has often been put into the storage ring.

The animals and plants in the yard suffered.

Even the ants in the yard would be stared at by Tianxue to see if they were female.

If it is a female, she will be killed with a single sword.

The Yunxue Sword, as Tianxue's personal magic weapon, has never suffered any disaster.

But another resident here suffered.

Yun Xuejian's perspective changed again, and a mirror quickly enlarged in front of her eyes.

Along with two exclamations from Yijian and Yijing, a big hole appeared on the mirror.

bass!

The Yunxue Sword was sheathed and put back into the storage ring.

After one year, two years, she has become accustomed to such darkness and such loneliness.

When I saw the light of day again, everything had changed.

"Tianyun is dead, Tianxue is dead too." Xueyun said as he stabbed the mirror with the sword.

"died?"

"With their talents, how could they not become immortals?"

Yun Xuejian couldn't accept it for a moment.

She began to travel all year round, trying to find their reincarnations.

"They are no longer who they were, so why bother them anymore."

"No one likes to bear the fate of the previous life. After reincarnation, they are different individuals and different creatures."

Xueyunjian advised.