Chapter 124 You Guessed It Right

"One plate is grilled and the other is steamed. Also, check to see if there are any river shrimps, river snails, or other such things. Don't miss any of them."

Jun Chao laughed, "You're telling me this, right?"

He Cen came over with a smile and hugged him, and began to act coquettishly in a very natural way, "Hey~ This is just a small wish of yours, aren't you satisfied?"

"Chao Chao~ my chef lady~ I like you the most. You love your apprentice the most, right?"

"Let's not study whether I can practice cultivation for a day. We can't find any results, right? Then just enjoy life. Instead of feeding me so many bitter medicines, why not let me eat delicious food? Isn't that right?"

The four masters were definitely reluctant to give up on saving him. Although He Cen was not in a hurry, they felt very uncomfortable in their hearts.

Jun Chao didn't want to deny him, so he naturally agreed, "Okay, I'll listen to you. As long as our He He is happy, everything is fine."

"Eat when you want to eat, play when you want to play."

"When I see you smile, I feel relieved."

He Cen dragged them around all day, "That's right, there are many other things to do besides cultivation, you can find the fun in life yourself, and rural life is also very good."

"In fact, my original life was quite fast-paced. I really yearn for this kind of leisurely and quiet retirement life. It is very healing."

"I'll go back and plant some flowers and plants, some fruit trees, and when the season comes, I'll pick dates and persimmons. It's really fun just thinking about it."

The four of them have already learned about Hecen's original origins from Lingyang and Guichuan. He is a person from another world, and after being reborn here, he has a new identity.

I just haven't forgotten the previous memories.

In fact, it is sometimes quite novel, but they are too embarrassed to ask, always feeling that the divisions are too broad, as if Hecen has established a boundary with them.

They wanted to keep the little sword spirit and make him a part of this world, so they rarely asked questions about irrelevant matters.

But once Hecen starts chatting, he will talk about everything under the sun. After listening to him more, I feel that he is more real and more approachable, and his character becomes richer.

When they went fishing in the river, Wen Qing asked him, "Does He He still have those memories about the sword spirit? The ones starting from the place of birth..."

He Cen knew what he wanted to ask, and nodded with a smile, "Yes, I remember them all. Although I don't seem to have experienced them personally, it's still quite magical. They are all stored in my memory."

"But now they are all replaced by Xiao Hei."

"I was born completely black, which is really ugly. If I could cultivate and have no spiritual power now, I would really like to give my sword a makeover!"

"The original form of the Guichuan Sword is very beautiful. I have seen it in my memory. It was so beautiful. Why did it become pitch black when it came to me? I don't understand~"

"I'm not ugly, am I? Master, please say something! It's been a long time since you guys praised my good looks!..."

He can talk a lot when he opens his little mouth. I guess he has been lying in bed for more than a year and the child has become depressed. Once he opens his mouth, he can't stop.

The four masters wanted to interrupt several times, but before they could open their mouths, He Cen took over the conversation himself, which was quite funny.

As soon as He Cen woke up, it seemed as if the whole world came alive.

The four people who were originally in a lifeless mood all became much happier.

The little sword spirit had been lying in bed for more than a year, and none of them had a smile on their faces. With He Cen by their side, sometimes they couldn't even suppress the smile.

Jun Chao watched him playing in the water. After finally catching a fish, he started to show off with a grin, wishing that all the people in the cultivation world would line up to praise him. He had such a cute little temper. So what if he was not a sword spirit and could not practice?

With the four of them around, He Cen can always be a treasure.

However, this depressed mood did not last long. Nine months after He Cen woke up, the black sword fused in his body began to show signs of awakening.

One day when he woke up in the middle of the night, He Cen saw a black sword hanging from his body, absorbing spiritual energy crazily. He was so scared that he screamed.

"Xiao Hei! You want to die!"

"Why are you playing abstract games when you're still awake at night?"

Bei Qi and his four companions came over after hearing the noise. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare, baby?"

As soon as I entered the room, I saw He Cen standing on the bed, looking left and right at the black sword. His golden hair spread all over the bed, and when he turned his face, the wrinkles on his forehead began to glow faintly.

Several people were delighted, and Bei Qi's voice was a little unstable, "My baby, can you practice?"

He Cen clapped his hands and said, "Guess what?"

"You guessed it!"

Crowd: …

Next time please don't say such nonsense, okay?

He Cen wanted to laugh when he saw their slightly choked expressions, so he laughed a few times and gave them a snap finger happily.

In an instant, the house was brightly lit, and the golden light was warm and bright, illuminating the house clearly.

"Although it's only a little bit, at least I can feel it."

"I was saying that I am such an excellent person, how could God bear to see me leave so quickly after just one visit? Look, I want you to relax and stop looking so sad all day. Isn't that a good thing?"

The four masters' eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but pull He Cen to sit down and examine him again, "Can you really practice again?"

He Cen nodded obediently.

"It means I have to start all over again. It won't be that easy to recover my strength this time. My sword tells me that I have to start practicing hard."

After he finished speaking, he summoned his original body to look in front of him, holding his chin, and seemed to be thinking about something.

After a long while, he tilted his head and said in confusion, "I just feel like there's something wrong with my sword."

"Xiao Hei seems to have gotten better looking. He used to be completely bald, with only black hair..."

"When were these grey spiritual patterns carved? I have no idea. Did you notice this difference when you were helping me repair the sword?"

Several people paused at the same time, their faces froze, and no one spoke for a while.

He Cen tilted his head and glanced at them. "Why are you not talking again?"

"When I asked you about the sword repair, you guys just lied to me. What's going on? That ugly daughter-in-law still has to meet her parents-in-law. How long are you going to keep this a secret from me?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently touched the spiritual pattern on the sword, and then the four people shuddered.

Everyone's expression was a little strange, as if they were trying their best to endure something.

He Cen: ???

After two more gentle taps, the sword was repaired very well. The sound was crisp and pleasant like the sound of spring water.

It’s just that a few of the masters looked unhappy.

He Cen stared at them for a long time, "There's something wrong with you guys..."

"What can't you tell me, your disciple? You guys are responsible for my miserable life, and you're still playing tricks on me?"

"What happened?"