Blade & Soul 2
"Master, how can you be so gentle to other sword spirits!"
A ghostly female voice echoed throughout the place.
A cold light burst out, and a woman's figure appeared in a blue shadow. Leng Can hugged his senior brother Jian Ling tightly, shaking with fear, and couldn't open his eyes because of the light.
"Master, I am very angry. Why don't you look at me? You are my master."
The sound floats in the air, as if it has no place to land, and it lingers in the ears.
Cong Mo was fighting outside, and the vines were protecting them tightly. But inside, it must be his sword spirit, but the coldness all over his body would not affect him, and his sword spirit recognized him as its master.
Leng Can thought, he wanted to conquer her, not retreat and beg for mercy, he didn't want to lose to Cong Mo, took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes,
What caught his eye was a magnified face of a woman. The face was slender and delicate, with long hair tied on top of her head and falling to the side of her face when she lowered her head. The ends of her hair touched him, but he did not feel cold. The sword spirit was blue all over, with the upper body in the form of a woman, strong and powerful, with obvious abdominal muscles, and the lower body was a swaying fish tail, a large and thick fish tail that was like a fan, stirring up a gust of cold wind.
There was only a round eyeball in the eye socket, without a human pupil, staring straight at him. A cold hand touched his skin, and Leng Can hugged Senior Brother Jian Ling and shrank back.
Senior Sword Spirit Brother grabbed Leng Can's sleeve and shivered, "Because Junior Sister's Sword Spirit is too powerful, your Sword Spirit was forced to awaken."
"I don't allow you to talk to the master!" the blue sword spirit shouted, spitting out cold ice spikes from his mouth. Leng Can subconsciously blocked his senior brother the sword spirit, but the ice spikes stopped the moment they touched him, fell to the ground and turned into liquid.
Leng Can felt his clothes being pulled, and when he turned around, he saw tears flowing from the sword spirit's eyes. He called out aggrievedly, "Master, do you hate me?"
At the same time, outside the vines, the golden sword spirit's arm was severely injured and broken. He looked at Cong Mo angrily, "Who are you?"
Cong Mo rose in the air, her eyes lowered as she scanned the surroundings. Blood from the sword spirit still splattered on her cheeks. She smiled contemptuously and said in a deep voice, "Your master."
"Master...haha..." The sword spirit wiped the red blood from the corner of his mouth, tore off his injured arm, and struggled to stand up, "You are worthy!"
"Why are you resisting so stubbornly?" Cong Mo gave the order with both hands, and the black characters instantly rushed forward and wrapped around the sword spirit's neck, pulling him backwards.
"Ah... cough cough... um..." Blood oozed from the sword spirit's neck, and the blood turned into golden holy fire that burned the black words. The palm of the intact arm turned into a ball of fire and threw it towards Cong Mo.
Cong Mo frowned, and the small mole between her eyebrows oozed green smoke upwards. The black characters were moving by borrowing her energy. When the black characters were burned, the energy in her body was eroded. The battle in the Immortal Mountain had already consumed too much of her energy. This sword spirit was more tenacious and powerful than those opponents. It had absorbed spiritual energy for many years, and the flames it emitted could even hurt her internal energy.
Cong Mo dodged the fireball calmly. He had originally wanted to use force and persuasion, but now it seemed that he had to fight quickly and decisively.
The sword in his hand slashed across his palm, and the blood carried the internal energy. The sword ignited with golden light, and the yellow talisman was attached to his calf. A strong wind blew, and Cong Mo flew forward.
"Don't blame me for being cruel."
Swords flashed and blood splattered.
"Shush, shush, shush..."
Before the previous light and shadow disappears, the next light and shadow immediately follows.
A few seconds later, blood spurted out from the sword spirit's body, so fast that he couldn't even see Cong Mo's figure.
The black words vanished, and Cong Mo stopped beside the sword spirit. The smoke on his forehead dissipated, and he stared at him as he fell to the ground. "I didn't mean to hurt you like this, but you're so stubborn."
The sword spirit spat out a mouthful of blood, "Ugh..."
Cong Mo said indifferently, "From now on, I will call you Yanhuo. You are my sword spirit and only have one master."
Fireworks could no longer respond and closed his eyes.
"I don't hate you." Leng Can pretended to be calm, raised his hand to wipe away the sword spirit's tears, and faced the sword spirit's roar with just a faint sentence, "I am your master, naturally I don't hate you."
The sword spirit instantly became obedient, "Master, I don't like you having other sword spirits in your arms. You can only be my master."
Leng Can smiled faintly, his eyes sparkling brightly against the light, revealing the image of a sword spirit. "I can only be your master, but this is my master's sword spirit. If anything happens to him, I will be expelled from the sect, and you and I will be separated."
The sword spirit said aggrievedly, "I don't want to be separated from my master."
Leng Can shouted, "Then break this severe cold."
"Yes, master." The sword spirit blinked, clasped his palm in the air, and his palm turned into a black hole container, and the ice quickly dissipated and was absorbed into it.
Brother Jianling regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes. "Thank you, Junior Brother."
"Don't thank me. This is my sword spirit. If she made a mistake, I should have taken the blame."
"Master." The sword spirit felt a sense of belonging, shrunken down, and leaned against his shoulder, excitedly saying, "I finally have a master. I can feel that you are a kind person and will definitely treat me well."
Leng Can turned away her shining eyes and changed the subject, "What's your name?"
The sword spirit shook its head. "I don't have a name. A sword spirit only gets a name when it has a master. Master, can you give me a name?"
"Me?"
"Uh-huh."
Leng Can looked at her and thought seriously, "How about Muxue? Muxue Zhaonian, you come from the cold, this name suits you very well."
Mu Xue became cheerful, "I have a name now. My name is Mu Xue. My name is Mu Xue."
Senior Brother Jian Ling propped himself up and looked at the man and the spirit, feeling warm in his heart.
"open!"
The vines dissipated instantly, and Cong Mo's figure appeared before him in the gloomy light. "Xiaocan, you succeeded."
Leng Can raised his eyes, and the moment he saw her, tears welled up in his eyes. He lost his previous strength and left the two of them behind. With a pout, he rushed towards Cong Mo, "Wuwu...Xiaomo, I'm scared to death...I don't want to leave you again...It's so scary."
Tears gushed out, scratching his shoulder and making his already bloodstained clothes even dirtier.
Passing by the two people, behind them, was a golden mass lying on the ground and trembling. Mu Xue trembled.
Her body was covered in...his blood. Then, she felt Cong Mo's eyes on her. He gently patted Leng Can's back and said, "Xiao Can, who bullied you?"
"No." Leng Can wiped his snot and tears on her body, then happily pointed behind him and introduced her, "That's my sword spirit Mu Xue... Hey, where's Mu Xueren?"
Brother Jianling stood up, "She's back in the sword."
"Oh." Leng Can didn't care that much. He grabbed Cong Mo's arm and jumped around. "Xiao Mo, are you tired? Is the Sword Spirit particularly difficult to fight?"
"Not tired." The silver sword in Cong Mo's hand had turned golden. He drew it towards the dying sword spirit. A golden light flashed into the sword. The scabbard was still stained with blood. "Are you tired, Xiaocan?"
"I'm tired." Leng Can said coquettishly, "Xiao Mo, I want to eat something delicious."
Cong Mo waved his hand towards the sword that Leng Can had dropped. The sword quickly came into his hand. It was still silver, unchanged. Cong Mo's expression remained unchanged. He said, "Let's go and take a look."
Senior Brother Jian Ling followed behind the two of them, his figure gradually dissipating, "Junior Brother and Sister, the Master is calling me."
Cong Mo bowed slightly, and Senior Brother Jian Ling smiled. "By the way, Master gave me the name Xi. You can just call me Senior Brother Xi."
"The sword and the spirit appear together"
"Yes," he said, "but Junior Brother's sword hasn't returned to its original color. I don't know what the sword spirit is thinking."
"Han Ling," said the old man, "is quite good at disguise. His early appearance is definitely not just due to the sword spirit's power. Leng Can is probably going to suffer."
In the side hall,
"You believe in me." Leng Can leaned his head on Cong Mo's shoulder, his mouth filled with red bean paste buns.
Muxue swung her blue tail to the ground, and when she looked up, the person she was looking at was not her so-called master. When she met Cong Mo's sharp eyes, she still lowered her head cowardly, and glanced at Yanhuo who was wrapped in a transparent ball to recuperate. The scars on his body were slowly recovering.
Mu Xue shuddered. She couldn't afford to offend this guy. He could even tame Yanhuo, which was beyond her ability to compare.
Cong Mo suddenly asked, "Your name is Mu Xue"
"Yes." Mu Xue nodded woodenly.
"Your master is asking you a question, why don't you answer?"
"I will definitely be convinced," Mu Xue said hurriedly. She had only been seeking comfort, simply wanting a master who was easy to bully, but when Cong Mo's gaze threatened her, her mind completely turned into a willing one. "Master is so kind, I will be convinced."
Cong Mo threw the sword to her tail, "Muxue, I don't like lying."
Mu Xue pretended to be stupid, picked up the sword and put it on the table, and asked stupidly, "What do you mean?"
"Muxue." Cong Mo called her name again, "My patience is limited."
Leng Can tugged at her sleeve and said, "Xiao Mo, don't force Mu Xue. She might not be used to it yet."
"I didn't force you." Cong Mo looked at him, the cold edge in his eyes melting a little. "I was just reminding you that every sword has its own mark."
She took the golden sword standing beside her, pulled out the blade, and the reflected light happened to shine on Muxue's blue eyes. She trembled, always feeling that the sword would be placed on her neck in the next moment.
Cong Mo continued, "For example, this one of mine, Yan Huo signed a contract with me, and the sword will..."
"We signed it early." Mu Xue answered first and handed the sword to the two of them.
The sword had now turned light blue, and it felt like ice entering the body. Leng Can blinked and took it carefully.
Cong Mo asked, "Is it ice?"
"Not cold." Leng Can smiled. "Xiao Mo, you are so nice."
"Yeah." Cong Mo signaled Muxue to return to the sword with his eyes. Muxue flicked his tail and disappeared immediately.
They completed the task brilliantly, and within just one day, all the sword spirits were tamed and used.
The old man applauded the two of them. "You've used up too much energy today. Rest early. Tomorrow you'll learn the first step of swordsmanship, controlling the sword."
At night, Leng Can pulled Cong Mo to lie on the grass to look at the stars. Cong Mo was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Leng Can laughed at her, "Xiaomo, why are you so sleepy? It's only been half an hour since we finished our meal."
"I'm too tired today." Cong Mo rubbed his brows, "Are you happy to have conquered the sword spirit?"
"Happy, but..." Leng Can pulled out a small wooden box from his sleeve and opened it to reveal some orange candies. He picked up a piece and fed it to her. "I know, Xiao Mo, that the sword spirit didn't obey me today. She was afraid of you, so she had to sign a contract with me."
"Are you unhappy?" Cong Mo licked the candy with his hand, and when his tongue extended, he accidentally touched Leng Can's fingers.
Leng Can suddenly withdrew his hand, his face flushed, "I'm not unhappy."
"Ha..." Cong Mo licked the orange candy and yawned, "Then why are you so depressed?"
"I just feel useless."
"No." Cong Mo grabbed his shoulders. "You are very useful."
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