I don’t know how long it has passed, maybe the stars have changed, maybe the sun has broken through the east wave.
In Wanjian Pond, Siyu and the three ancestors have been chatting. This kind of dialogue across time and space is not easy to get, so Siyu must ask carefully and understand clearly. Of course, the three ancestors also
He was not disappointed and made Siyu understand a lot of things.
The most important thing is that the three lonely ancestors are also happy to talk to Siyu, and without hesitation they want to wipe out all the Jia Zhen in their minds.
Feeling lazy, Siyu slowly got up from the ground and relaxed his tense nerves and sore muscles.
Just now, Ancestor Qingyun told him about a melee between the world of cultivation and the demon world. It was also that battle that made Ancestor Qingyun famous all over the world. But when everyone was chatting and enjoying themselves, there was always one person standing coldly outside the crowd.
, did not participate in the discussion. People thought he was just a weathered stone.
But Siyu didn't think so, because although the man didn't speak, the substantial eyeliner never left his cheek, even for a breath. Moreover, Siyu discovered that the two seniors Ximen Long and Ximen Qingyun were both
While talking about interesting things about that period, they all tacitly avoided mentioning Ximen Shou's deeds. This made Siyu very curious, but Siyu didn't dare to ask because there was something about Ximen Shou.
It was a very depressing feeling, and Siyu never dared to look directly at that gaze, so she could only keep the questions in her stomach.
"So, it was the world of cultivation that won the final victory." Siyu smiled and summed up the two ancestors.
Evil never defeats good. This has always been the case. Winners are always the righteous side.
Siyu finally understood why the three ancestors insisted on showing off with this appearance that could scare ghosts. In their words, these scars were their battle medals. They were not soldiers, so they could only show off their scars.
own glorious life.
"Boy, after so many years, we can chat with people so much again. I really want to thank you."
Siyu quickly bent down and bowed to accept the ancestor's thanks. This was Zhe Yangshou's business, and Siyu would definitely not dare.
…
"Boy, you have to find a way to overcome the chaotic energy in your body. Remember not to eat randomly. If one day your body can no longer bear this crazy energy, you should know what will happen." Old Ancestor Qingyun
Bringing the topic back to the original question.
Siyu may have realized that the conversation was coming to an end, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad. He didn't pay much attention to what ancestor Qingyun reminded him.
"Oh, my child, there is always a banquet in the world. Why should you care so much about us immortals? Dividing and reuniting is the cause and effect of reincarnation. Look further, you have to walk your own path in the future."
Perhaps seeing the loneliness in Siyu's eyes, Ximen Long comforted her gently. Ximen Shou, who had never bloomed, also shook his half-cut lips, but in the end he did not say anything.
"Boy, you and I are destined. Ancestors can't be so stingy that they don't give gifts to juniors. Come and get this." Ximen Qingyun waved his right hand, and a red halo flew towards Siyu and automatically attached to Siyu's left arm.
superior.
Siyu felt a burst of heat in his left arm, a red light flashed, and the halo of light was immersed in Siyu's arm.
"Ancestor Qingyun, why did you give me this thing? I will never accept it."
"What can't be taken away? I am already an undead body, and I don't even have a body. It's useless to keep this thing. It's best to give it to you. If one day the energy in the body cannot be suppressed, this phoenix feather can
Save your life."
During the chat, Siyu learned that ancestor Qingyun could have avoided "death" back then, but was accidentally plotted by a villain and died before he could use the phoenix feather. Ancestor Qingyun told him that this phoenix feather
It is a top-quality treasure. It is a feather left behind by the upper-level divine beast Phoenix when it was in Nirvana. It can save the owner's life in times of crisis.
Now that Qingyun gave this phoenix feather to Siyu, he was giving away Siyu's life in disguise. Naturally, Siyu couldn't accept such a great favor for a while.
"Haha, brothers are so polite. I am the grandfather of the ancestors, so I can't be vague." Seeing that Siyu was still trying to resist, Ximen Long on the side spoke quickly, interrupting Siyu's words.
An extremely ordinary iron-green bead slowly rose up from the sword under Ximen Long and floated towards Siyu.
When the bead rose up, a thought came to Siyu's mind: another bead.
But when the bead came close to him and he felt the sharp sword energy hidden in the bead, Siyu once again thought: this is a sword pill.
And it is a sword pill that is different from ordinary sword pills. It can be said that every sword in Wanjianchi has a sword pill, but as the master of Wanjianchi, Ximen Long’s sword pill is the real king’s pill.
.Thinking of Ximen Long’s status and strength, when looking at this sword pill, even Siyu, who had eaten “dragon fruit”, felt a sense of fear.
It is not difficult to imagine the efficacy of this sword pill.
"Child, accept it. If it weren't for the fact that the Ten Thousand Sword Pond needs our energy to maintain balance, we will definitely give you all the sword pills. So I can only give you one now. I hope you will take care of yourself. Remember,
You have the blood of the Ximen family. No matter what, remember to leave a way out for the Ximen family and don’t let them sink into the torrent of history, let alone let them disappear in your hands.”
"Siyu doesn't dare." Siyu quickly knelt down and kowtowed three times to the three ancestors in front of him.
…
After the ceremony, Siyu was about to reach out for the sword pill suspended in front of him, but was stopped by Ximen Long's shout.
"Child, you must not take the sword pill with your hands." Ximen Long explained with a smile: "Although the breath of this sword pill is hidden, the sword energy in it is extremely powerful. If you want to take it directly with your hands,
I’m afraid I’ll cut my hand.”
Siyu nodded when he heard this, tore off a piece of cloth, carefully wrapped the sword pill and put it in his arms. He didn't want to eat it now, it would be too rude to do so.
After taking a deep breath and carefully looking at the three people in front of him, Siyu knelt down again.
"My grandson Siyu, once again thanked the three ancestors. He also vowed to protect the Ximen family for life, be loyal to them, and fulfill their responsibilities for the family!"
"Dong, dong, dong." Siyu kowtowed three times again, and even his forehead was red.
A burst of misty fragrance floated into Siyu's nose, and Siyu, who was still kowtowing, fell down softly...
◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆
It was like a dream, but dreams always wake up. The cool breeze blew, and Siyu shivered and opened his fluffy eyes. There was only the crisp tinkling sound of the wind blowing around, which was a perfect scene.
After waking up, the first thing Siyu did was to look up in front of her. However, she found that she had returned to the original bluestone for meditation at some point, and the mistress next to her was still breathing evenly, looking a little cuter.
Unchanged.
The depths of Wanjianchi are still wrapped in a burst of white mist, and nothing has changed, as if everything is just a real dream of mine.
Siyu smiled self-deprecatingly and turned his face slightly to the left. His eyes were attracted by something on his left shoulder, and he couldn't take it back after seeing it.
A light red, silk-like mark circled around Siyu's thin arm, looming. If you don't look carefully, you really can't find it. After carefully feeling it, Siyu can feel the red thread emanating from it.
The light warmth that comes out is a very peaceful breath.
The mistress on the side also woke up faintly, as if it had also had a dream. It stared at Siyu with unfinished thoughts, and its expression was a little dazed.
"Uh-huh!"
Siyu came back to his senses at Xiao San's soft call, and firmly held the sword pill in his arms with one hand, where there was also a warmth surrounding him.
Siyu smiled softly at Mistress, feeling unspeakably sad: "Mistress, how long have we slept?"
The mistress shook her head, her eyes a little lost.
"Phew! Let's go out, it's time to see the sunshine."
Taking the mistress, Siyu walked towards the exit of Wanjianchi. When he was about to step into the corridor leading to the outside world, Siyu stopped. With a heart of incomparable awe, he looked at the swordsmen sitting quietly here.
, bowed deeply.
The mistress beside her also lowered her head calmly, with a rare serious expression on her face.
It seems like a dream, but it is not a dream after all...