Han Qingxiu dared not speak, standing silently beside Wu Er, waiting for her master to ask her questions.
"Um......"
After a while, Wu Er blinked and finally remembered what else they could talk about.
"By the way, Qingxiu... Xiaoxiu."
Wu Er wanted to call Han Qingxiu by her nickname, but no matter how he tried, it didn't sound right.
So he touched his chin again, and at that moment Wu Er suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a good nickname.
Then Wu Er opened his mouth and said, "Xiuer, I'll call you Xiuer from now on."
Hmm, Xiuer, what a nice name.
That's what Wu Er was thinking.
Han Qingxiu felt that the title was a bit strange, but since it was given to her by her master, she did not object and silently accepted the title.
After Wu Er finished coming up with a nickname, he began to talk about what he had just thought of.
"Xiuer, you are a sword cultivator. How about I give you a sword?"
Han Qingxiu was overjoyed upon hearing this and naturally nodded in agreement, saying, "Of course I'm willing."
"Just wait."
Wu Er then made a slash in the air, temporarily opening a passage that led to the secret realm where he kept his magical artifacts.
Wu Er reached inside and rummaged around, then pulled out a sword.
The sword was entirely blue, without a scabbard, and its exposed blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, making it appear extremely sharp.
Wu Er glanced at the sword he had taken out, then tilted his head back and said, "What's this sword called again...?"
Han Qingxiu was shocked when she saw the sword in Wu Er's hand, and blurted out, "The Sword of No Return?!"
“Yes!” Wu Er nodded and said, “This sword is called Wujian. It’s the sword I used years ago. Now it belongs to you.”
After saying that, Wu Er threw Wujian to Han Qingxiu.
Han Qingxiu carefully caught Wujian, her eyes filled with undisguised affection.
"Master, are you really giving me this sword?"
Han Qingxiu looked up and asked, her tone full of disbelief.
Wu Er casually said, "It's just a semi-sacred artifact, so naturally I'll give it to you."
"Thank you, Master, for the sword!"
Han Qingxiu was overjoyed to receive the sword and kept touching it.
Wu Er tapped the armrest of the chair, unsure of what to say to his apprentice next.
So he said, "Okay, that's all for today. You can go back to your original place first, and move to Xiaoyuan Peak in a few days."
"Yes, sir!"
Han Qingxiu bowed and then prepared to leave the wooden house.
But when she tried to push the door open, she found she couldn't...
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