Chen Changsheng raised his fingers to wipe his eyes and saw a glimmer of light flashing in those pupils.
He looked at the Jade Pure Sword in front of him, and there seemed to be a vague spiritual energy surging in the sword.
In addition, Chen Changsheng also saw the glimmer of light at the gap in the broken sword. It was the magic power in his hair, which was separated from the spiritual energy, as if it was incompatible.
That group of spiritual energy is probably the sword spirit that lives in this sword.
Chen Changsheng frowned slightly, and then the glimmer in his eyes slowly faded away.
He was holding the Yuqing Sword in his hand, but for a moment he couldn't see what was so special about this sword.
When the sword fell under the Naxi Bridge, he didn't notice anything wrong, and it was the same when he brought it to view.
Although the Sword of Severance is patched with hair, it is definitely no longer one piece. Even if his hair is against the sky, it is impossible for this sword to be faced again. It is like resurrecting a dead person. The souls of the dead are scattered in the world, and there is no way
possible.
Then this sword spirit...
Where did it come from?
Chen Changsheng frowned, raised his hand and calculated again, but still couldn't figure out any clues.
This made him feel so strange.
"Where on earth did you come from?"
Chen Changsheng raised his sword in front of him and stared at the spirit in the sword.
The Yuqing Sword never reacted at all, just like before, it was like a piece of scrap metal.
Chen Changsheng was suddenly stunned for a moment.
His hand holding the sword hilt moved up half an inch.
Look again.
There is a ridge at the end of the hilt.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, raised his hand, and saw his fingers brushing against the bead.
The things covering it were wiped away, and a glimmer of crystal blue light fell into his eyes.
"Zhengzhengzheng..."
Yuqing Sword suddenly trembled, as if resisting.
"bite."
Chen Changsheng raised his finger and flicked the sword two feet and one inch away. Yuqing Sword suddenly calmed down, as if in fear.
Chen Changsheng stared at the bead hidden in the hilt of the sword. It was emerald green with a hint of green energy, embedded in the hilt of the sword.
But this bead is not translucent, there is a ray of darkness inside, as if...
Just like a seed!!
Chen Changsheng looked at the fairy sword again. The spiritual energy hidden in the sword body was gathering towards the hilt.
In just the blink of an eye, the aura hid in the emerald green bead, and the original dark color in the bead was filled by the aura.
"It turned out to be hidden here."
Chen Changsheng raised his brows and stretched out his hand to take out the bead, but after thinking about it for a moment, he didn't actually do it.
Speaking of which, the extra sword spirit in the Yuqing Sword has never done anything evil. He has been staying in this temple all these years and is very honest. Chen Changsheng just wants to find out the reason.
The sword spirit does not come from the sword, but from the bead embedded in the hilt, like a seed and a hiding place.
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and suddenly had an answer in his heart.
He looked at the bead and said, "You are sealed here, right?"
The aura surrounding the beads suddenly stagnated, as if something had been said.
"It seems that Chen guessed correctly."
Chen Changsheng said: "The original sword spirit of Yuqing Sword exists to suppress you. The purpose of this sword's existence is actually to seal your container."
The spiritual energy in the beads seemed to be looking at Chen Changsheng, motionless, just flowing quietly in the middle of the beads.
"To seal it in such a way, it seems that your origin is not simple."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, raised his hand, drew a ray of mana into his sword, and thrust it into his sword.
He added a layer of restrictions around the bead.
It only restricts the spirit in the bead from escaping out.
Before Chen Changsheng figured out what this bead was, he would not unlock it.
"Listen to the rain."
Chen Changsheng said.
The Tingyu Sword hidden by his side revealed its blade, waiting for the Master's orders.
Chen Changsheng said: "You will keep an eye on this sword from now on."
Tingyu Jian shook his head and seemed to nod.
When Chen Changsheng raised his hand, the jade clear sword followed Tingyu Jian.
Ting Yujian circled around Yu Qingjian, looking very curious. He was quite happy with it. Anyway, there wouldn't be many fights with the husband, so it would be nice to find something for him to do.
With two swords hidden at his side, Chen Changsheng immediately touched the wine gourd at his waist, but suddenly remembered that the wine in the wine gourd was already empty.
"How can you do this without drinking?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and walked towards the side room of the Taoist temple.
There is a pile of wine inside, all of which are good and spiritual wines.
"Ahem..."
After entering the door, a puff of smoke and dust rolled up in the side room. Chen Changsheng raised his hand and fanned it, causing a gust of breeze to blow away all the dust in the side room.
He selected a small jar of wine, opened the seal, and raised his finger to reveal a wisp of wine.
Chen Changsheng took a sip and muttered: "The wine given by the Old Dragon King is indeed good, but it's just a pity..."
I always feel it tastes bad.
He took another jar of wine, weighed it, and then walked out with the two jars of wine.
"Chen went down the mountain to get some drinks. If you don't come back later, you don't have to wait for me."
Chen Changsheng said something, and then walked towards the gate of the temple with the measuring jar in hand.
Tong Zhihuan and Miss Taoer looked at each other.
Then Tong Zhihuan asked: "Can Miss Taoer and I go down the mountain with Mr.?"
Chen Changsheng paused, thought for a moment and said, "If you are willing to come, then come."
Both the man and the demon laughed when they heard what the gentleman said, thinking that the gentleman would go down the mountain alone, so it would be a great thing to follow him.
A group of people went down the mountain.
Tong Zhihuan and Taoer were walking behind their husband, chatting incessantly.
Several people entered Qiuyue Square and walked all the way towards the West Bridge.
When Chen Changsheng saw the standing bridge, he couldn't help but paused and said, "It has been repaired."
"It was repaired many years ago." Tong Zhihuan nodded.
Chen Changsheng said: "It's a pity that it's not what it used to be."
After hearing this, Tong Zhihuan paused and looked at Mr.
Chen Changsheng just shook his head and did not explain anything.
He stepped forward and walked onto the bridge.
The West Bridge Wine Shop is still the same as when I first left. There are people going in and out of the wine shop, and you can feel the excitement inside just by standing at the door.
After many years, I stepped into this restaurant again, and it felt a little more quaint than before.
Six years later, everything has changed.
When the waiter saw people coming to the door, two men and one woman, he first looked at Tong Zhihuan and said, "But the Tong Miracle Doctor?"
Tong Zhihuan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and smiled dryly in response.
He often came in to check on his pulse, and he had become quite familiar with him over the past two years.
"Please, please, please quickly."
The waiter greeted a few people to come in and sit down.
Chen Changsheng looked at the waiter in front of him. He paused and murmured in his mind: 'Has the waiter even changed...'
He raised his head and looked over. There should have been a painting of pen and ink hanging there, but now...
But there was nothing left.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, as if he thought of something.