Uncle is Up

Xu Mingyu looked left and right with the rusty iron sword. Just when he was about to take it out to see if the broken sword was broken, a steward and shopkeeper came in a hurry.

"This young master!" The steward and shopkeeper looked at Xu Mingyu holding the rusty iron sword, and the light Buddha was also shocked.

"What's wrong."

Xu Mingyu was not very happy. There was no change after picking up the sword. What made him happy was that it was not just a broken sword like everyone said.

The steward and shopkeeper swallowed when Xu Mingyu glared fiercely, calmed down and said, "I've asked you to come over and tell me, I'm the forger of this spiritual sword."

"Oh" Xu Mingyu was surprised: "It turns out the maker of this sword is still alive."

The steward broke out in a cold sweat: "Young master, please be careful what you say."

Xu Mingyu took the rusty iron sword and turned it around and said, "Let's go, take me over and see who made this sword."

"Senior brother, what about us?" Xia Kongqing stretched out his hands: "Can we go there together? We are together."

Xu Mingyu raised her eyebrows and looked at the manager, who felt that she was being threatened: "Okay, okay, if you are with the young master, let's go together."

Bei Yinuan didn't want to follow him at first, but she just likes to listen to stories, so she reluctantly followed him to hear the story of this sword.

The manager and the shopkeeper took the five people on the cultivation world version of the elevator to the top floor of the pavilion.

The pavilion is elegant and clean, completely isolated from the noise of falling.

The steward and shopkeeper pushed open a carved wooden door: "Guys, please."

There was a vicissitudes of life in the room with his back facing them. He had mixed black and white hair. After they came in, the old man immediately turned his head and looked over and frowned: "Isn't there only one person who picked up the sword? Why are there so many people?"

"My senior brother" Xu Mingyu slapped his sword on the table and faced the old man: "Old?"

Before Li Yuan could sigh when he saw Xu Mingyu holding the sword, he was forced back by Xu Mingyu's rude words.

He said coldly with a face with age spots: "It's me, you are the one who picked up the Erli sword, right?"

"It's the junior."

Xu Mingyu couldn't be said to be respectful, nor could he say he offended the other person. His attitude was that when he was praised by others, he suddenly couldn't bear to treat others with a low attitude.

"Junior Bei Yinuan has seen the old man." Bei Yinuan stood aside and bowed his hands slightly in salute, taking off the ugly mask on his face.

"Oh, it turns out he is Du Heng's little disciple."

Bei Yinuan reported to her family that Li's face improved.

There was another familiar saying, "So you are Du Heng's apprentice", but Bei Yinuan was not annoyed, she was quite proud. Her master was powerful and she could do anything she wanted.

Xia Kongqing and the other three also reported their families, and they all knew each other and had some intersections with each other, so he was unhappy that there were so many more people coming.

"Now let me tell you the origin of this sword."

Li suddenly touched the erli sword on the table and felt sad, and when he heard the tone, it was like a story was coming.

Bei Yinuan quickly asked the three little ones to sit down and get ready to listen to the story.

"This is a spiritual sword made by a Taoist couple. I won't tell you what the material is. You don't know anyway."

Li might prefer telling stories, but he suddenly took out a painting.

The painting unfolds into a pair of handsome men and women, the man is handsome and the woman is stunning. The two stand on the flying sword and cling to each other. The sour smell of love suddenly rushes towards the north, both warm and cold.

Rather than the sour smell of love suddenly hitting her, Bei Yinuan was more concerned about the appearance of the person in the painting.

Just when he was about to say a few words of praise, he saw Li suddenly touching the face of the woman in the painting in a daze and said in despair: "This is made by me and my Taoist companion, that is, my wife and I.

"..."

"!!!"

Bei Yinuan's whole body cracked.

What? You said that the handsome man above is an out-of-shape, slovenly old man in front of you!

Bei Yinuan suddenly became as quiet as a chicken. No matter how touchingly Ren Li told the story between him and her wife, she felt as if she was petrified.

Xu Mingyu, who knew Bei Yinuan's face-control side, twitched her lips and snickered.

Forced to listen to the story all afternoon, the five people concluded that Li and his Taoist companion E Ying were mismatched beings. E Ying was from a prominent family, while Li was an unknown loose cultivator, and the two of them could not find a happy ending in love.

Li and Eying are both weapon refiners who love to refine weapons. They came together because of a piece of Tianxuan Crystal. However, Eying's family did not agree with the two of them being together.

The two were about to succeed in overcoming all the difficulties and obstacles, but Eying was drugged by her family and sent to a family that was the same as theirs. When she woke up, Eying had been cooked from raw rice, but Eying was a The martyr girl insisted on leaving, but was caught back without any surprise.

After being captured, E Ying's legs were broken and her spiritual energy was banned. At that time, Li was still a poor boy with nothing, so he could not save E Ying.

On a rainy night, there was a knock on the hut belonging to him and E Ying. When he opened the door, he saw that E Ying, who had a broken leg, climbed step by step from the place where she was locked up to the house they had set up for themselves.

In the end, Eying died due to serious injuries, damaging her meridians and Dantian, but she put her soul on the unfinished Erli sword that he and Li forged together and became the sword soul.

Er, Li Jian skipped the link of biological wisdom and possessed the sword soul. This sword is definitely what every sword cultivator hopes to own.

Li talked about the sweet and happy things between him and Eying in detail, and only talked about the tragic ending.

But Bei Yinuan felt that he had something else to say, but it was difficult to ask from her position, so she had to lower her eyes and pretend to be an obedient junior.

Xia Kongqing's three innocent children have been brought to tears by Li's tragic love story.

However, Xu Mingyu still looked the same as when he came in before. He rubbed the blade of Erli Sword and said, "There is a sword soul... Then why is it like this?"

Li's eyes flashed slightly: "Ying'er was full of resentment before she died, and the spirit she stripped out was also filled with resentment, so Erli Sword was silenced and sealed. Before that, no one could pick up Erli Sword and could not pull it out. "

"What's the condition?"

Bei Yinuan touched the hilt of the sword and flicked it twice. Although Xu Mingyu was unhappy with how she treated his sword, he did not move it away. Maybe the sword was not valuable in his heart.

Li poured a cup of spiritual tea to moisten his mouth and said, "The condition is..."

Qiang——

"What is it?" Bei Yinuan drew out the sword and asked again.

boom!

The tea cup in Li's hand fell to the ground, and the tea splashed on his shoes. He looked at Bei Yinuan with trembling hands in disbelief.

Xia Kongqing exclaimed: "Uncle, you have drawn your sword."

Xu Mingyu was stunned for a moment. He held the scabbard and the sword was in Bei Yinuan's hand.

"Old, what are the conditions for drawing out the sword?" Bei Yinuan said calmly: "Why can I draw it out?"

Bei Yinuan paused for a while and joked: "Isn't it true that only extremely handsome men can pull it out?"

Li pointed at Xu Mingyu's scabbard with a trembling hand and then pointed at the sword in Bei Yinuan's hand, and her whole body fell into thoughts of the impossible.

Li suddenly stood up and slapped the table and shouted: "How is this possible!!"