"I won't save you..."
Ruo Qingyan spoke softly.
At this moment, Chu Sheng's voice came through the walkie-talkie in Feng Ling's hand:
"Wind chime! A powerful energy reaction is detected at the 9 o'clock position, 1.4 kilometers away!"
Ruo Qingyan's eyes narrowed upon hearing the sound.
Clang—
Longsword drawn!
He stepped forward and blocked the wind chime's path.
He concentrated and said in a deep voice:
"careful."
Wind chimes: ...
"Waaah, the Mist-Faced Monk is here?"
Xiao Hui also fearfully drew her sword.
However, even though she was afraid, she still stood in front of Ruo Qingyan.
"Your Holiness, run!"
At this moment, Chu Sheng said:
"Oh, sorry, that belongs to my teammate."
Ruo Qingyan was taken aback upon hearing this and turned around to look.
He saw Fengling looking at him with a smile.
I suddenly felt a little embarrassed...
I walked to the side, feeling somewhat speechless.
I started to reflect on myself!
I've been too restless lately.
Xiao Hui was also quite frightened by Chu Sheng. She reached into Feng Ling's pocket and snatched the walkie-talkie.
Press the button and shout:
"Can't you be a little more reliable, Chu Sheng? You're making me panic!"
Chu Sheng's voice quickly came from within.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous too. After all, it's my first time carrying out such a large-scale mission."
However, this was originally intended as practice.
After a while, the wind chime asked in confusion:
Why don't you use the sword I returned to you?
When Ruo Qingyan was in danger just now, she drew out another spirit sword!
Instead of his mother's sword: [Wind Chime]
Upon hearing this, Ruo Qingyan drew the sword that belonged to her mother, Feng Ling, from her own little otherworld.
Looking at the sword, he said softly:
"This sword was actually given to me by my father."
"But this sword isn't his either. My father didn't tell me whose it was."
"However, I can sense that the sword spirit of this sword is very gentle, and its owner must also be a very gentle person, a very gentle person..."
"Therefore, I never use this sword to kill people or exorcise demons; I only use it to practice swordsmanship."
The wind chime smiled upon hearing this:
"Then what's the point of using this sword to cut me every day?"
Ruo Qingyan glanced at him and said softly:
I'll kill you!
As he spoke, he pretended to wave his hand, and the wind chime, being very accommodating, pretended to dodge.
"By the way, what is this sword spirit you mentioned earlier?"
Ruo Qingyan looked at the sword in her hand and slowly spoke:
"A sword spirit is an energy spirit that exists within a sword and can only communicate with its master."
"Even the most ordinary sword can become a superior sword if it cultivates a sword spirit."
"Only through repeated infusions of spiritual energy, countless battles fought side-by-side, and the unity of man and sword, can a weapon spirit be cultivated..."
"At that time, weapons will no longer be ordinary weapons, but friends..."
"A high-level spirit can talk to you, chat with you, and listen to all your worries."
As she spoke, Ruo Qingyan raised her sword, making it gleam in the sunlight.
He sighed and said:
"However, after all these years, I have never gained its recognition."
Fengling looked at the sword and suddenly remembered when she touched it before.
That inexplicable sense of familiarity, that feeling of being called upon.
That must be the sword spirit of his mother's sword, summoning him.
So he walked over to Ruo Qingyan's side, while she was staring blankly at the sword.
He reached out and grasped her hand that was holding the sword.
The longsword trembled slightly!
Xiao Hui's eyes widened, wondering if she was hallucinating again.
But this time, upon closer inspection, it wasn't an illusion!
Ruo Qingyan's face flushed red instantly, and she subconsciously wanted to sheathe her sword.
The wind chimes whispered:
"Can you feel it? Its call."
Ruo Qingyan was taken aback upon hearing this.
He stared in disbelief at the sword in his hand.
She stared in astonishment at those stunningly beautiful eyes!
real...
She seemed to have truly felt the call of the sword spirit!
How is that possible?!
She hadn't experienced it even once in over a decade.
What exactly did the wind chimes do?
She turned her head and saw Feng Ling smiling at her, saying softly:
"Can you feel it?"
That smile, backlit by the twilight, was somewhat dim.
Yet it gives people such a warm feeling.
"Um..."
Ruo Qingyan nodded slightly, pursing her lips, trying to restrain herself.
But the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.
Her face flushed, and she turned to look at the sword again, her gaze falling on his hand.
He held Ruo Qingyan's slender hand tightly.
Those large hands even enveloped her hands and the sword.
Unlike the previous winters when my hands were icy cold when I touched my face.
This time, it was warm and reassuring.
She held the wind chime for a while so that she could enjoy it a little longer.
It's clearly dusk now.
Xiao Hui felt that the backs of these two people were so glaring!
It felt like...like...
The light from the sword dazzled my eyes...
Oh, the light from the sword really is blinding!
She quickly shifted her position, rubbed her eyes, and realized she had almost gone blind.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that they were still holding hands, and I was about to shout to stop them.
But then she saw a shy smile on Ruo Qingyan's lips.
To be honest, I was blown away by its beauty.
So, he shut his mouth.
Inner monologue: Never mind...
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