Chapter 125 Running in Two Directions

He Cen was so close that no matter how well they maintained their expressions, they couldn't hide their subtle movements.

The trembling eyelashes and the evasive gaze clearly showed that they were still hiding something. He Cen took two steps forward, picked up Bei Qi's breathtakingly beautiful face and examined it carefully, "Bei Bei~ You are not feeling well~"

Bei Qi laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about, baby? The teacher is very good, stop making random guesses."

He Cen was a little unhappy, "You guys are obviously hiding something from me, and now you refuse to tell me!"

"Don't you understand? If you want to tell a lie, you have to tell more lies to cover it up. Do you really think you won't reveal any clues?"

"What happened to my sword? Tell me. Do you want me to get mad at you?"

"I can practice now and recover. You can't hold me back..."

When the others heard this, their faces became even more tangled, but when the words came to their lips, they still found it difficult to speak and were unable to open their mouths for a long time.

He Cen saw this sign and saw that he was still showing signs of loosening up. He hugged Bei Qi and put his face close to him. "Good Master, tell me, our friendship is so strong that I won't be angry no matter what you do."

He is so handsome and clingy. When he is being soft and coquettish with you, no one can be so hard-hearted as to calm down.

The beautiful fox lady had always loved the little sword spirit He Cen. The baby had begged him for a long time, but in the end he could only sigh.

"You can't hide this even if you want to. When you grow stronger, you will be able to feel it yourself."

"Your sword was broken at that time. Even though that woman and the sword spirit had transferred all their energy to you, it was useless. The four of us were really helpless. We spent a long time searching for the classics in your memories..."

He Cen tilted his head, "And then?"

Jun Chao took over the conversation, "Then I found a way to repair the sword."

"What?"

Jun Chao pursed his lips and spoke after a long while, "Use raw bones to cast the sword."

Bei Qi stuttered as he explained, "The situation was more serious than we expected. You were completely out of temper. No one knew how you crossed the line and terminated the contract. Anyway, the vitality those two people had given you was also slowly fading away."

"We saw that you had no ability to repair yourself, and we didn't know where your true birthplace was. The broken sword kept making sad sounds every day. Do you know how anxious I was at that time?"

"The four of us had no choice but to try everything after all the arguments."

"I have found you various cultivation environments, tried to summon your soul, fed you countless rare herbs, and tried every possible method, but you just don't show any signs of settling down."

"In the end, we had no choice but to try the method of casting a sword out of raw bones."

"Master, I know that you don't want to be tied to others anymore and you long for freedom, but at that time, there was really nothing we could do. We cried out to heaven and earth but no one would answer. We went through all the secret manuals in our vast memory over and over again. We couldn't just let you die, could we?"

He Cen's heart trembled slightly, and he looked at the four people in disbelief, "So - you dug up your own bones to forge a sword for me?"

Seeing the embarrassed and painful expressions on the faces of several people, He Cen understood immediately. He felt so sad that he couldn't speak. He was stupid for a long time. Complex emotions flooded into his mind. He couldn't help but his eyes turned red immediately.

He didn't know what to say. Casting a sword out of raw bones, that just sounds so painful, right?

He Cen's delicate brows suddenly wrinkled, and he fell down on the bed, not knowing what expression to use to face his four masters.

He covered his forehead and hid his face to calm himself for a long time, but he still couldn't help but shed tears of heartache.

"You, hey - why are you so stupid?"

"What have I done to deserve this? Why, why did you use such an extreme method to save me... This thing doesn't sound like a good thing. Maybe it's a scam, but you actually believed it."

He felt extremely upset. Every time he thought his masters had been good enough to him, Jun Chao and the others would go one step further.

This was almost like tying their lives to the sword. If anything happened to He Cen in the future, the four of them would also suffer serious injuries.

It has nothing to do with the master-disciple contract. It is simply about connecting the lives of He Cen and the other four people. It can even be regarded as grasping the soft spots and weaknesses of the four masters.

If someone with a tougher heart got this opportunity, who knows how he would deal with the four big bosses in the cultivation world.

But they also knew that He Cen was soft-hearted, and used morality to restrain this well-behaved little sword spirit, making him feel distressed, guilty, and reluctant to leave.

No matter how you look at it, people are complex and no one is completely noble. Those hidden thoughts are actually hidden in the little details of daily interactions.

They wanted to keep He Cen and wanted the little sword spirit to always have a connection with them.

Therefore, no matter how painful it was to dig out the bones, Jun Chao and others were willing to do so.

However, this kind of thing is not so easy to accept after all. He Cen does have a heavy burden in his heart. He is now carrying the blood and sweat of his four masters on his shoulders. As soon as he unloaded the heavy burden, a new one came up.

The people from Beiqi looked at his dazed, painful and helpless expression and didn't know what to do.

I could only plead in a low voice, "Baby, please don't be angry, okay?"

There was moisture in the corners of He Cen's eyes, which he couldn't wipe away. He sighed repeatedly, "I'm not angry with you..."

"I was just thinking about how I can repay your kindness."

Bo Lou couldn't bear to see his beautiful sword spirit cry, so he raised his hand and wiped his eyes, "I didn't ask you to pay it back, what kind of favor is that? There is no such thing as a favor, didn't we all do it voluntarily? It has nothing to do with you."

"Why do you think so much when you are just a small person?"

The others nodded as well. "We really had no other options at the time. We tried everything. Your sword is very special. We tried many times but failed. Only this one succeeded."

"Hehe, don't put pressure on yourself. Your master has a high level of cultivation. I just took out a piece of bone. It's okay. You are still very powerful in the world of cultivation."

He Cen's tears welled up again, "How can it be so easy? No matter how high your cultivation is, they are still bones in your body. How can it not hurt to dig them out and cut them apart?"

"What a torture this is..."

"Alas, it's all my fault. If I had been more motivated, you wouldn't have to worry so much."

This is what happened. In that chaotic scene, the four masters watched him disappear. They were so anxious that they went crazy. How could they retain some rationality?

Fortunately, it was He Cen who saved the little sword spirit. The little sword spirit was stable and happy enough. He would not waste the kindness of the four people and would keep all their efforts firmly in his heart.

If it's a two-way trip, then it's not a waste.