Speaking of the past, Yun Jian's expression was the same as when the Decayed Dao Master talked about Zhong Wuji, full of amazement.

He stroked the sword scabbard and sighed: "The country is the same as before, and the personnel are no longer the same." Back then, the wrongful killing on the Lancang River caused the heroic souls of 30,000 Central Plains soldiers to sink to the bottom of the river. If there is no ethereal old monk to help him, I am afraid that now, my cloud sword is already a blood-stained demon with both hands, far superior to the ghostly demon, how can I have the opportunity to hide in the Ximu Lingzhu and enjoy the rest of my soul? ”

"Ah...... This...... What do you mean by that, uncle? What wrongful killing? What is the bottom of the river? Is there another secret to the poem that Zeng Shizu made for you? Shui Ling'er opened her mouth in surprise and asked repeatedly.

Yun Jian smiled bitterly and told Shui Ling'er about the Lancang past that Jiang Nanjun had told Xi Mutong in the Demon Dragon Cave.

After listening, Shui Ling'er was in a cold sweat and couldn't speak for a long time. No wonder when he was in his state of mind, there were words in the ethereal monk's words, but he didn't say anything, it turned out that he meant that one day, Yun Jian could stand up in person and tell his own story.

The two of them were thinking about their own thoughts, and Jiao Qiu Jian was also motionless with interest, and the night in the bamboo forest was even weird.

In the end, Yun Jian broke the silence, took Shui Ling'er's hand, let him hold the sword with both hands, and said earnestly: "Ling'er, Jiang Nan Zimo did not hesitate to risk his life and went into the ancient tomb to get this spirit sword for you. Jiang Nanyan, the founder of the Jiangnan family, was my best friend during his lifetime, and he was also the person who divided Yin Jiaoqiu into two, so Jiang Nanjun knew the beginning and end of this matter, which was really expected. With his wisdom, he will be able to deduce that this sword has transformed into a thousand shadows with me, stained with the blood of 30,000 heroic spirits, and the evil spirit is very heavy. If it really falls into the hands of evil demons, it will cause danger to the world. Only by finding its true master can it turn its killing anger into righteousness and return to the right path. ”

Yun Jian said this, Shui Ling'er was already full of remorse, only hated that he had done too much in front of him, if Jiao Qiu Jian beat him again at this time, he would never dodge.

He carefully took the rusty sword into his arms, and said softly: "Ling'er is a reckless young man, he doesn't know the severity, he almost failed Brother Jiangnan, and let Uncle Sword Immortal worry about it, it's really a sin." But the most sorry thing is to fool you. Ling'er swears to the sky today that in the future, she will be like her brother did with Yin Yan, communicate with your heart, work together to kill demons and demons, and defend the right path in the world! ”

As he spoke, he tried to draw the sword out of the sheath, not wanting this spirit sword to resist again, he only pulled it lightly, and the sword had left the scabbard with a "hurry", and honestly let him hold it in his hand.

"Uncle Yunjian, look, Jiaoqiu has reconciled with me!" Shui Ling'er was overjoyed and hurriedly reported to the sword fairy, but when he looked up again, he didn't know where to go.

"Uncle Sword Immortal, where are you? Uncle...... Uncle ......" he called out loudly, struggling violently, but woke up from his dream.

"Could it be that I was dreaming?" He got up in amazement and found himself still in bed, sweating profusely and feeling like he had been drenched in water.

Looking into the room again, the rusty Jiaoqiu Sword was lying quietly on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, he no longer had any intention of being light on this sword, and his full resistance had long since disappeared. He walked over, picked up the sword, and said reverently: "Jiaoqiu, Ling'er has already learned her mistake, and she will never despise you again because she has the Pointing Heaven Sword." From today onwards, Ling'er is willing to be one with your sword and never separate, do you think? ”

The Jiaoqiu in the scabbard seemed to let out a low moan, like a promise, and like a cry. (To be continued.) )