Dragging away all the scars, Yingxuan slowly returned to the room.
The tired Yingxuan now just wanted to have a good sleep, take down the heavy sword, hold it in his arms, and then lay directly on the bed, covering his head and falling asleep.
"Xuan'er, Xuan'er." A few minutes later, Ying later went to Yingxuan's room and wanted to ask him to have a meal.
After shouting at the door for a long time without an answer, the Queen of the Film Festival pushed open the door and saw Yingxuan lying on the bed. The Queen of the Film Festival could not help but smile. "It seems that Xuan'er is really tired, so let him sleep for a while."
The queen of the film quietly came to the bed, covered the latter with a kicked quilt, then lowered her head and kissed the latter, and left quietly.
Yingxuan, who was sleeping soundly, didn't know his mother's arrival and continued to dream.
"Well, it's delicious, let's have another bowl." Ying Xuan said in a daze, drooling in his mouth, leaving him on the ancient sword. Suddenly, the sword body shook slightly.
"Who." Feeling something unusual, Yingxuan woke up from his sleep sensitively. Sitting on the bed, looking around, nothing unusual was happening.
"Did I feel wrong?" Yingxuan touched the back of his head and said in confusion. He looked at it again, but he still didn't notice anything abnormal. He was ready to fall asleep again. As soon as he lay down, the ancient sword in his hand trembled again. Yingxuan was so scared that he quickly threw the ancient sword out.
Yingxuan's little hand, which had left the ancient sword, did not fall heavily to the ground, but was suspended in the air, emitting a light of lilac.
Looking at these, Yingxuan's face was filled with surprise.
Suddenly an old figure condensed from the ancient sword.
"Ah, it's been a thousand years, I finally came out." A hoarse voice slowly came out.
"Who are you and why are you hiding in my sword?" Yingxuan asked, looking at the old man with his back facing him.
Hearing this, the old man slowly turned around, with a transparent body, a little illusory, wearing a gray robe, a little skinny and pale. His dry fingers were folded on his chest.
"Little guy, you called me out."
"Me? When did I call you out?"
"Hmph, the little guy still wants to admit it. I still have the smell of your mouth water on me."
Upon hearing this, Yingxuan immediately wiped out all the saliva that remained at the corner of his mouth.
"Who is the old man? Why is he hiding in this sword?"
"I am the sword soul of this ancient spiritual sword. When my director was about to fall, he sealed me in this sword. Those who are destined to take up this ancient spiritual sword are the master of this sword, and they are also qualified to accept the inheritance of my master."
"Your master?" Yingxuan was silent. This old guy is so old, so isn't his master even older? I'll go, the shocking old monster.
"You mean, your master has been dead for a thousand years?"
"Well, the master has fallen." As he said that, the old man's eyes were already red, which shows that he was sincere to his master.
"But the master's death is an explanation. Whoever can pull up this ancient spiritual sword in the future will be his successor. Don't insult his name."
"I'll go and find you what I mean, who can pick up this sword is the successor of your master, right?" Yingxuan took out an apple from the head of the bed and said while eating.
"Yes, if you can pull up the ancient sword of cultivation, you are the successor of my master who has been waiting for thousands of years." The old man said excitedly.
"By the way, your master has been dead for a thousand years. Even if I join his disciple, what can he teach me?" Ying Xuan didn't believe that what an old zombie who had died for a thousand years could teach him. Maybe he asked himself to suck blood. Besides, he didn't even know the name of the old zombie, and he became his successor for no reason. It's ridiculous.
"Don't insult my master in my heart." The old man said.
"You...how do you know what I want?" Ying Xuan was shocked. He had just greeted the old guy in his heart, but he was sure that he didn't say it out. Could it be...
"No need, huh, little guy, I know everything you think now." The old man snorted strangely.
"Don't worry, the master said that he would take you as a disciple and he would definitely cultivate you well. He would take you to a place tomorrow. You will know if he goes there. Someone comes, I will leave first. If you have something to do, he will say to the sword, I can hear it." After that, the old man turned into a wisp of purple smoke and dissipated in the room. The ancient sword slowly flew back to Yingxuan's hand.
Yingxuan was stunned for a while.
Squeak-the door was pushed open.
"Young master, it's time to eat." A maid shouted.
Yingxuan then came to his senses and hurriedly picked up the ancient spiritual sword in his hand and looked up and down.