Tu Nian dug out some clothes from the mustard seed and placed them in front of him, saying, "These are all we have. You can make do with them for now. If you really don't like them, I'll go out and buy you another set."
"No need to bother."
Bo Qiu picked out a Taoist robe and pretended to put it on.
Tu Nian tried to avoid it, but the other party didn't care much. He quickly changed into something else, turned around and saw her with her head down, looking like a good child. He reached out and reminded her, "Okay."
Tu Nian has always believed that it is true that clothes make the man, but it is more true that clothes make the man. Just like haute couture, it can only show its most beautiful side when worn by the right person.
Turning his gaze back, he saw that the koji green linen Taoist robe worn by Bo Qiu actually gave off an air of immortality.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
The look in her eyes was very naked. Even though Bo Qiu knew that she was admiring his appearance, he still felt like he was being treated as a commodity.
Smacking his lips, Tu Nian said, "You can't just go out like this."
"Oh?" Bo Qiu arched his eyebrows, "Why?"
Tu Nian gave him a blank look and said, "You're asking anyway, even though you already know the answer."
Even decent women would look at him with awe at his outstanding temperament. Moreover, he was a disabled person now. If he were allowed to walk around the streets of Vaudois, he might even be raped.
After chuckling twice, Bo Qiu stopped teasing her. He raised his hand lightly, and with the rise and fall of his long sleeves, he looked like an ordinary businessman.
Tu Nian was stunned at first, then came to his senses and said angrily: "You're lying to me again! Don't you have any magic?"
"I didn't lie to you," Bo Qiu said calmly, "This is my natural talent. I don't need to cultivate spiritual power."
Tu Nian gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Do you think I'm stupid? Whose sword spirit has the talent of changing faces?"
"Yeah, so I'm not a sword spirit."
Bo Qiu smiled and replied, "Or rather, from ancient times to the present, there has never been a sword spirit that can transform into a human form in the entire world of immortal cultivation."
Tu Nian was silent for a moment, then looked at him expressionlessly, "I'll give you a chance. Either you tell me everything you haven't said, or I'll kill you right here with my sword."
After she finished speaking, she pulled out the sword and tried to strike the man's neck with it. Bo Qiu quickly held her arm down and said, "Hey, let's talk it over."
Are you kidding? He used up all his essence to transform, and now he is completely powerless. If this sword comes down, he will really die.
Tu Nian narrowed his eyes and said, "Tell the truth, or I will kill you without mercy."
"Okay, okay." Bo Qiu was really at a loss after being threatened with his life. "That's what I said."
Putting the sword aside, Tu Nian snorted lightly, thinking that this person had to force her to practice non-violent non-cooperation before she would submit. He was really a masochist.
Then she waited for Bo Qiu's explanation.
"Actually, I am your ancestor."
“?” Why are you still cursing?
Tu Nian's anger suddenly flared up, and he was about to curse back on the spot. However, when he saw the other person's serious face, which did not show any sign of joking, he hesitated.
"…Are you serious?"
After hesitating for a long time, Tu Nian finally uttered this sentence, but as soon as she said it, she regretted it.
She actually believed such an outrageous statement that she had multiple ancestors after waking up?
Bo Qiu first hummed, but perhaps considering that it was indeed a bit rude to suddenly acknowledge a relative, and that Tu Nian was too ignorant, after thinking for a moment, he added, "Bo Qiu is my real name, but few people know it. Perhaps you might be more familiar with another name."
"What?"
"People used to call me Lord Chengyang."
"Lord Chengyang?"
"yes."
Tu Nian thought the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. After much thought, he finally remembered a brief mention of it in the original novel when describing Tushan's background.
Her mind raced, and she suddenly looked up, pointed at Bo Qiu, and exclaimed, "You're a vixen!"
With a light cough, Bo Qiu corrected her inappropriate wording, "It's a fox demon."
Lord Chengyang is an eighth-rank fire fox with three thousand years of cultivation. He is good at transformation and proficient in the art of controlling fire. Like the Golden Crow Beast Clan, he is the incarnation of the sun's true fire and the founder of the Tushan clan.
Bo Qiu was not joking, he really was her ancestor!
"No, then you, aren't you an eighth-level demon? How did you..."
Tu Nian pointed at him helplessly, then pointed at the lifeless black sword beside him, "How did it become like this?"
Her reaction was not an exaggeration at all.
The monsters are said to be divided into nine levels, but in fact, it is just like the Mahayana realm of immortal cultivators. Only by breaking through the spirit transformation level can one reach the Mahayana level, which is also called becoming an immortal. But how many immortals are there in the world?
An eighth-rank demon, equivalent to the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Stage, could be described in four words: invincible. Nie Yanchen, Yu Zhe, or even all the masters of the three sects and seven schools combined would be no match for him.
Yet, such an invincible eighth-rank demon had fallen into the miserable situation of possessing his soul in a sword and relying on the Tushan bloodline to restore his cultivation. Even if she had not traveled into this book and had changed to the original owner's script, once the Tushan bloodline was cut off, wouldn't he have to stay in the snow-covered sword tomb for the rest of his life?
However, facing such a miserable fate, Bo Qiu simply shrugged and said, "It can't be helped. I failed to survive the tribulation, and my soul and body have been scattered. This is the only way."
He spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.
Tu Nian suddenly felt that her life wasn't that hard after all. At least what she was pursuing could be achieved through simple effort, while people like Bo Qiu and Jin Nanfeng, who were striving for heights they couldn't reach even if they tried their best.
How cruel is it to have a dream that is out of reach throughout your life?
Noticing her sudden downturn, Bo Qiu knew she was probably feeling sorry for the world again, so he jokingly pinched her face and teased her, "It's not you who's going through the tribulation, so why is that expression? Why are you so worried about me?"
This move really worked. Tu Nian's expression froze immediately, and he pushed his hand away in annoyance. "Bullshit. I'm just depressed. How come I finally found a master, but he turned out to be a defective product?"
"Why is it a defective product?"
Bo Qiu raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "After years of nurturing myself in the sword tomb, my spirit has almost recovered. As long as you cooperate, I will eventually become a master again."
Tu Nian pursed his lips and glanced at him, "It takes so much effort to transform, your words are really not convincing."
In response to her usual sharp words, Bo Qiu just smiled and said nothing.
As expected, within a few breaths of her speaking, she asked again, "How do you cooperate?"
Bo Qiu couldn't help laughing, and Tu Nian's ears turned red with embarrassment.
This bastard!
"Say it or not, I'm going to set up the stall."
Tu Nian was about to roll under the bed with a drooping face, but was caught by Bo Qiu halfway up. She was annoyed and wanted to shake him off, but he coaxed her over with a gentle voice.
"Yes, yes."
Bo Qiu smiled and gently pulled her wrist. "Just like you took care of me in the sword before, you should do the same now."
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