Qingye’s comment of “interesting” was not derogatory.
He really thought that this young man, who was chosen to be the sword master of Shuanghua but did not look like a swordsman at all, was quite interesting.
So in the next few days when Qing Yongzi had not come out of the foundry, as the owner of this villa, Qing Ye naturally took on the responsibility of entertaining the guests.
Although he felt that the other party was too enthusiastic and a little overwhelmed, Lou Kongyu, who was particularly sensitive to other people's kindness, still accepted the kindness with difficulty.
Qing Ye rarely meets someone with whom he can have a good chat.
After all, although his chatterbox is an active skill, whether others respond or not is another matter. People who are slightly familiar with him have already trained themselves to ignore his words, and Shen Jingzhi is even more extreme. Sometimes when they meet him, they even actively close their ears.
Compared to those people, Lou Kongyu, who listened carefully to every sentence and even tried to answer every question, was simply too serious and well-behaved.
This overly tolerant and gentle character made Qing Ye puzzled again and again.
——Is this really a sword cultivator?
Yes.
Qing Ye went there early in the morning and happened to meet Lou Kongyu who was practicing sword, and finally gave a positive answer.
He did not go forward directly as usual, but on the contrary, he stepped back a long distance, making sure he was standing in a position where he could see the other person without disturbing him.
He seemed to understand a little bit why his father chose this child to be the master of the Frost Sword.
…
Although Qing Yongzi always had a cold face when mentioning Ling Hua Daojun most of the time, any topic related to him could be said to be a minefield that must not be mentioned in daily life.
But sometimes, very sometimes... like when I'm drunk, or on that person's death anniversary...
My father would also mention a few old stories.
.
Of course, it was when Ling Hua Daojun was still a sword cultivator.
After all, who was the person who turned into a Dharma practitioner according to the old man's words? He didn't know him!
He said:
That is the cleanest and purest sword.
The sword is a deadly weapon, and sword practitioners are inevitably tainted with the aura of killing.
But that person was different.
In his hands, a sword is just a sword.
Qing Ye looked at the young man from a distance.
There is no murderous intent nor violence.
...He was just swinging the sword purely.
Like a thin frost in autumn, clean and clear.
——Frost Flower.
…
…………
When immersed in the sword intent, Lou Kongyu's five senses were much sharper than usual. He noticed Qing Ye's arrival, but because the other party had not made any moves and even retreated, he thought Qing Ye had something else to do and did not think much about it.
After finishing today's practice, he made a closing posture and was startled by the face that suddenly appeared in front of him.
However, because he had gotten used to this man's lively personality in the past few days, Lou Kongyu did not make any extreme reactions such as drawing his sword this time. He just took a step back and put some distance between the two of them.
Qing Ye didn't care about his action. He took people to walk around the villa as he did yesterday, but he was obviously in higher spirits and talked... more.
Lou Kongyu: “……?”
This time, Qing Ye did not just talk about himself, but took the opportunity to ask about Lou Kongyu's situation, especially the master who taught him sword.
Lou Kongyu was stunned by the question and answered hesitantly: "I haven't formally become your disciple. As for the sword... a senior is instructing me..."
There was obviously a lot of concealment behind this answer, but Qingye didn't care.
There is always something special about all hermits and great men. He asked this question with the idea that it would be best if he got an answer, but it didn't matter if he didn't get one.
Fengxia Villa could be considered a holy land for swordsmen, in a sense, especially the Sword Pavilion in the center of the villa. At least Lou Kongyu felt that even if he stayed here for a few more months, he would not be able to recognize all the swords hidden in the villa.
Lou Kongyu was actually a little hesitant.
——Is it really okay to bring him, a stranger whom I have only met a few times, to such an important place?
However, when he was first brought here, he didn't know anything about the situation, so naturally he didn't say much. It seemed a little wrong to bring it up later.
Seeing the boy's mood, Qing Ye explained with a smile: "Don't worry, they all like you very much."
As if in response to Lou Kongyu's words, a few of the more lively swords on the wall made a brief buzzing sound.
It was the first time that Lou Kongyu encountered such a situation, and he let out an ignorant exclamation.
Qing Ye on the side was also a little surprised, but for a different reason from Lou Kongyu.
He looked at the narrow sword that was all red with faint flames flashing through it, and was surprised: "It turned out to be 'Yan Yan'? I thought you had ice spirit roots, maybe 'Han Lu' likes you more..."
Lou Kongyu glanced at the two swords shown by Qingye, one red and one blue, which were obviously a pair of swords. He seemed to be able to sense their love for him, and his expression relaxed as well.
But he still explained, "I don't have ice spirit roots."
"How is that possible?!"
Qing Ye was even more surprised this time, his voice was a little off, "Then why did Shuang Hua choose you?"
Lou Kongyu: "Shuanghua?"
Is this the Shuanghua he was thinking of?
He recalled the name that Chen Jingzhi told him when they came out of Fengxia Villa that day.
It seems to be the sword held by a senior of Taihua Sect in the past, which was accidentally damaged in the battle between Taoism and demons that year.
Qing Ye's voice became even louder: "You don't know 'Shuanghua'?!"
Lou Kongyu: ...
...Should he know?
Lou Kongyu hesitated: "Is this sword famous?"
Come to think of it, when Brother Shen told him about it, he seemed to have also called it a "famous sword"...
Qing Ye's eyes were so strange that it seemed as if he was looking at some rare animal.
Lou Kongyu couldn't help but reflect on himself, but during the years he spent in the cultivation world, he just tried his best to make up for the common sense of the cultivation world, and investigating his own life experience occupied most of his energy, so he really didn't know these things. "Sorry, I don't know much about the cultivation world."
Qing Ye: “…”
He almost couldn't help but press the boy's shoulders and shake him hard a few times: This is more than just a lack of understanding, it is almost to the point of "ignorance".
He took a deep breath and asked a question, "Ling Hua Daojun... you don't know, do you?"
Qing Ye's gaze was too intense, Lou Kongyu nodded hesitantly: "I have heard of that."
There was no intention of being modest in Lou Kongyu's words. "I have heard of it" really just meant "I have heard of it".
Maybe it was in a teahouse, or maybe on the road, or maybe when I was traveling with Brother Shen and the others, I heard someone mention this Taoist name.
His impression of it now is very vague. Since he was actually mentioned by others, he must have been a very powerful person.
However, Qing Ye did not understand the realistic meaning of his words. After Lou Kongyu nodded, he assumed that he knew about Ling Hua Daojun's deeds.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "If you don't even know Ling Hua Daojun, I'd doubt whether you are from the cultivation world..."
Lou Zhen Fanchenjie Kongyu:?!
Because his origins were guessed, Lou Kongyu showed a little surprise, but before he could say anything, Qing Ye continued, "But it is true that Ling Hua Daojun is famous for his magic... Back then, when Jin Luo was at sea, he cast a forbidden spell and froze thousands of miles, and single-handedly sealed off half of the East China Sea... It is indeed amazing and fascinating..."
The tone of voice when saying these things should have been excited, and Lou Kongyu could indeed hear the admiration in the other party's words, but his expression also showed some strange loss.
"But he used to be a swordsman..."
Instinctively become the most outstanding swordsman in the world...
Qing Ye could tell many stories about Ling Hua Daojun when he was a sword cultivator, all of which were told by the old man after he got drunk.
When he was sober, he looked disdainful and didn't want to mention it, but when he was drunk, his face changed completely. Sometimes Qing Ye even wanted to record it with the photo stone so that he could laugh at the old man when he was sober, but the old man was too cautious, and Qing Ye hadn't found the opportunity in all these years.
[The First Person in Kendo]
His tone was so confident that even Qing Ye, who had never seen it with his own eyes, believed it.
But...why did that person give up kendo?
Mingming Shuanghua's sword spirit is still there.
In the foundry, his father did not answer his question.
But Qing Ye guessed that he knew... he just didn't want to say it or explain it.
Now that the Taoist has passed away for hundreds of years, saying these things... seems to be meaningless.
"——Frost Flower was once his sword."
In the end, he just explained it this way.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Ye immediately sensed something and subconsciously looked up. Although Lou Kongyu was a little slower due to his cultivation, he also immediately felt the heavy pressure.
The two were now in the Sword Pavilion, looking up at the roof, and they could not see anything. But this did not mean that they did not know what was happening.
Every cultivator is extremely familiar with the oppressive feeling of the way of heaven.
——It’s a thunder tribulation.
The two men ran out of Jiange one after the other, looking up at the sky where thunderclouds were slowly gathering.
Qing Ye murmured in a low voice, "As expected of you... Shuang Hua."
He couldn't help but reveal a look of fascination on his face.
One day, he will also be able to forge a sword that can trigger a thunder catastrophe.
Lou Kongyu:???
Didn’t they say that Frost Flower had been destroyed?
…
…………
It was not until Lou Kongyu got the sword that he realized that the sword given by Qing Yongzi was a recast of the famous sword "Shuanghua".
Because he had been awake for several days and was exhausted, Qing Yongzi gave him the sword, said "Take good care of it", and left to rest.
Qing Ye was assigned by his father to clean up the foundry room which was in a mess due to the thunder disaster. However, before leaving, he confirmed with Lou Kongyu again and again, saying that after he finished cleaning up the mess over there, he would come over to see the beauty of the famous sword Shuanghua, and asked him not to leave first.
The other party had taken good care of him during this period, so Lou Kongyu naturally agreed to this request without any hesitation.
Having received the promise, Qing Ye walked away happily. Lou Kongyu, who finally had the chance to be alone, enjoyed the rare peace and quiet in these few days.
He studied the sword in his hand.
——The sword was covered with a layer of bright blue light, and the surrounding air was filled with cold air...
It is indeed a beautiful sword, and one can hardly imagine it being stained with blood.
But the sharp edge on the blade shows that this is not just a beautiful work of art.
When Chu Lu saw Shuanghua again, he was also filled with emotion. Even he had never thought that there would be a day when he would see it again.
Seeing Lou Kongyu just staring at the sword in a daze, Chu Lu couldn't help but speak out, "Try to communicate with it."
Lou Kongyu: [Huh? Uh-huh... OK...]
Because he encountered a short sword with a "sword spirit" at an auction a few days ago, he immediately understood what Chu Lu meant. A famous sword like Shuanghua should have a sword spirit.
He tried to calm down and feel it, but he could only vaguely perceive some emotions.
Loukongyu hesitated: [It...seems very happy?]
This was the first time that Lou Kongyu communicated with the sword spirit, and he was not sure whether his feelings were correct.
Can a sword also have such emotions?
Moreover, compared with the previous master, choosing an ordinary and extremely poor monk like him, is it really... something to be happy about?
Chu Lu also paused for a moment: […Well, it is very happy.]
But... in his spiritual perception, that emotion was more like "kindness" than "happiness".
Feeling the solemn promise of "I will protect him", Chu Lu felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the roles of this man and sword.
It always takes time to adjust...
Chu Lu briefly agreed to Shuang Hua's excited assurance, and then comforted Shuang Hua, who was particularly excited because she could finally talk to her old master again. He originally planned to withdraw his consciousness. But after so long, there was a rare opportunity to get close to him, and Shuang Hua subconsciously wanted to chase after his old master's consciousness.
Then--
"Eh?! Girl!!!"
Lou Kongyu watched helplessly as the sword in his hand transformed into a delicate-looking little girl, falling from mid-air.
Lou Kongyu exclaimed in surprise, then hurriedly grabbed the "person".
"Sword spirits have no gender."
After being hugged, the little girl in his arms was not panicked at all. She even rubbed upwards without any hesitation, put her arms around Lou Kongyu's neck, and moved closer to the soul bead on his neck.
Lou Kongyu let out an "ah" in confusion.
——Sword spirit?
Will a sword turn into a human after it has a sword spirit?
He subconsciously asked for help from the immortal senior, but did not get a reply for a while.
Instead, Shuanghua continued, "But this time it's a boy."
It was transformed into the image of its previous owner, so of course it was a boy.
Lou Kongyu exclaimed in surprise again, "Huh?!" and then quickly apologized, "Sorry!".
Shuanghua was a little depressed after trying to get close to her former master and even wanted to pull the soul bead off Lou Kongyu's neck and hang it on herself, but was rejected.
It took a step back to distance itself, listened to the apology, and waved to Lou Kongyu in a condescending manner.
"It doesn't matter."
As it said, the sword spirit has no gender and it doesn't care about being misidentified.
Moreover, the real owner of this appearance didn't say anything, so Shuanghua didn't care even more.
Lou Kongyu took the opportunity to observe the other person's clothes and found that he was indeed dressed like a boy, but his facial features were too delicate, so he subconsciously mistook him for a girl.
On the other side, Shuanghua, who was rejected by Chu Lu, was so angry that her face turned red.
——Although it likes its current little master very much, Shuanghua still wants to stay close to its previous master.
Only an immature sword makes choices.
It is already a mature sword spirit that can transform, so of course I want both! !
What will a sword cultivator do when he is in a bad mood?
Of course it’s a fight... no, it’s a “sparring match”.
Blade and Soul is a similar choice.
Lou Kongyu felt his hand sink, and the sword he had just held reappeared. The boy opposite also had an identical sword in his hand, but scaled down to the same proportion.
It raised its lips, put on a sharp smile on its tender face, and said briefly: "Come."
Chu Lu, who was watching from the sidelines: "..."
He couldn't help but look away.
Chu Lu didn't really mind using his face. After all, as the former master with whom he had spent the longest time, it was normal for Shuanghua to use him as a template when transforming.
but……
Why did he use this face to make a thank you expression? !
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