But Yaer also knew that as long as the elder brother didn't know about his family, or even if the elder brother knew, as long as the elder brother pretended not to know, he was still safe. He took a step back and said that even if the elder brother knew something, Yaer would notify the elder brother of danger as soon as possible, so Yaer did not go to debate these issues with her sister.

Wangui Sect, the Ghost Hall.

On the chair directly above the main hall of the ghost hall, a middle-aged beautiful woman with a plain face and a charming face. She had an indescribable charm, with a graceful figure and delicate curves. She sat dignifiedly, gently holding her head with her left hand, and pulling a little girl about seven or eight years old with two blue noses on her right hand.

The little girl has yellow and messy hair and gorgeous green clothes, but her little face is always dirty. The most eye-catching thing is the two blue snot under her nose, which are always hanging on her face.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" asked the girl with a snot nose as if she felt that the middle-aged beautiful woman had something to do, and her tender voice was asked.

The middle-aged woman helped her daughter wipe off the snot from her face and didn't say anything. From her face, she could see that she was indeed thinking about things or someone, because her thoughts were already written on her face, and her brows were frowning and her brows were stretched.

Seeing that the little girl ignored her, she had to lower her head and play with her fingers. She was a cute girl, and even a sensible girl. She knew that her mother didn't want to be disturbed now.

"Jun'er, my mother takes you to a place. Your father has been there for countless years. Do you want to go and take a look?" The middle-aged woman seemed to be talking to her daughter, and she seemed to be talking to herself.

"Dad? What is Dad?" Jun'er's blue nose ran out again. The little girl sucked it twice by herself, looking at her mother in confusion and asked.

The middle-aged woman didn't say anything, took Jun'er's little hand and disappeared from the spot.

Two days later, Duanmu found Xuehan and wanted to return to Feihong Sword, but Xuehan was hesitant.

"Xuehan, what's wrong? Tell me, which kind of sword spirit is the Feihong Sword?" Duanmu asked anxiously when he saw Xuehan's appearance.

"Senior Brother, your sword spirit has just opened, and you can't tell what kind of sword spirit it is. The sword spirit is not mature yet. I have been studying it for two days. Why not kill the sword spirit with my natal essence and blood!" Xue Han looked at Duanmu and persuaded.

Duanmu didn't know that Xue Han would think so, and he actually wanted to kill the sword spirit that appeared once every eight thousand years, but Duanmu didn't know that Xue Han's blood had this function.

"Heart, today I will compete with Hua Sanbai. Let's talk about it when the competition is over. Your blood still has this function?" Duanmu asked.

"Well, senior brother, my blood contains mysterious curse power, which can improve the ability of magic weapons, and it is also the natural nemesis of these spiritual objects." Xue Han explained.

Xue Han was holding the Feihong Sword in his hand, hesitating whether to kill the sword spirit in the sword. If it was really an evil or evil sword spirit, Duanmu would be in danger. If it was a righteous or good sword spirit, it would be of great help to Duanmu's cultivation. This is the reason why Xue Han hesitated.

But Xue Han still wanted to kill the spirit in the sword. Duanmu is good now. Xue Han doesn't want to gamble, and doesn't want to use Duanmu's life to gamble. Even if the temptation of the sword spirit is so huge, Xue Han can't afford to lose.

Duanmu could see that Xue Han's hesitation was because of himself. Duanmu glanced at Feihong Sword, which was still trembling, took the Feihong Sword from Xue Han's hand, and felt the trembling and wailing of the sword.

"If the blood is in it, the evil spirit will kill the master, and the evil spirit will kill the heart. If the spirit in the sword is an evil spirit, what would I do?" Duanmu gently touched the Feihong Sword, trying to calm the anxiety of the Feihong Sword, but there was no effect at all, and the Feihong Sword was still trembling.

The reason Duanmu asked this was because he wanted to know what if the sword spirit of the Feihong Sword was neither evil nor good nor good, and what if it was the evil sword spirit, because Duanmu knew that the evil spirit would make the user lose his life. That senior eight thousand years ago died like this, and his cultivation had reached an unbreakable state in the world. No matter how unrivaled it was in the world, he died under his evil spirit sword.

However, the other three types of spiritual Duanmu have only heard of the names, and I don’t know what the other three spirituals mean, and what their uses and consequences will have for the user.

"Senior brother, the evil spirit of the heart is meant by the name. It should be the heart demon. I don't know whether it is the heart or the demon. However, since it is called an evil spirit, I think it must not be a good thing. It will definitely kill people's hearts, make people crazy, and finally fall into the path of demons." Xuehan said simply. Feihong Sword Xuehan took the Feihong Sword for two days, and the sword trembled for two days, and each stroke seemed to be hitting Xuehan's heart.

Evil spirits kill the master, evil spirits kill the heart, good spirits nourish qi, and righteous spirits cultivate themselves. The first two spirits must be bad. From the words themselves, no one knows whether the last two spirits are good or bad. However, the last two sentences themselves seem to be beneficial to the user. However, these are all legends in the book that there has not been a sword spirit for eight thousand years. Who knows what kind of spirit the sword spirit in Duanmu’s Feihong Sword is and what consequences will it have on Duanmu.

"Xuehan, I took the Feihong Sword. After fighting with Hua Sanbai today, I will hand over the Feihong Sword to you. How to deal with the spirit in the sword... I will hand it over to you. I know you are good to me, and I am afraid that the unstable factor of the sword spirit will be detrimental to me, but I have waited for everything today. With Xuehan, the sword seems to tremble even more violently?" Duanmu waved the Feihong Sword with a beautiful sword flower and said.

"Senior brother, I'm relieved if you think this way. Feihong Sword is indeed different today than the previous two days. It started trembling violently this morning. The trend is still expanding. Is the senior brother the master?..." Xue Han finished speaking the following words.

Because Xue Han didn't know what to say, the master died or the master died.

"Don't worry about Xuehan. You have been with the master for too short and don't know him. Although he will definitely not be able to live a good life now, I believe that the old master, the master, is not that easy to die." I didn't believe what Duanmu said, because the trembling of the Feihong Sword was so violent that it involved Duanmu's heart.

But if Duanmu doesn't say that, what can he say? He can only tell what he hopes. Duan Feihong is the goal Duanmu has always been pursuing. When he was a child, he didn't contact the outside world, and Duanmu didn't understand the world of cultivation. The things Duanmu chased were very simple, and he just wanted to be as tall as Duan Feihong and as handsome as Duan Feihong. Haha, it sounded a bit funny, but Duanmu was pursuing at that time.

Later, as he grew up, Duanmu's ideas also changed. He began to like to fly in the air like a master, wanting to have advanced cultivation like a master.

Now, although Duanmu has an understanding of the world of cultivation, Duanmu is more eager to have the same integrity as a master one day. Yes, it’s just these two simple words, integrity.

After Duanmu realized the realm of cultivation, he just went beyond the law and understood what the master always showed, which was integrity.

Duanmu took Feihong Sword and put it in his body. Duanmu clearly felt the trembling of Feihong Sword and the tragic sound of the sword. Duanmu clearly felt that fighting with Hua Sanbai was crucial to Duanmu. Duanmu wanted to meet the successor of He Guanshi from the bottom of his heart. Hua Sanbai, like himself, was the successor of the two most famous masters in the cultivation world back then.

Duanmu left Xuehan's room, and for some reason, he walked to the residence where Luo Kongxian was.

Duanmu was thinking about something in his mind, and looked up and saw that this was Luo Kongxian's room. He went over and knocked on the door. Luo Kongxian was still in the room, but he was still drunk as before.

"Little brother, isn't today your day for competition? Why do you have time to see me, the old man? I still want to cheer you up after drinking this sip of wine!" Luo Kongxian said with a smile, touching his white beard.

Duanmu saw Luo Kongxian, the old man with a flushed face, and the shadow in his heart felt like he was wiped out, as if the old man was like his own relative. Although he was a little shameless, he had nothing to do with it, except for being greedy for money and alcohol.

"Old man, I don't know why I came here. I just can't figure out something. I'll ask you something!" Duanmu smiled and sat opposite Luo Kongxian.

Luo Kongxian's eyes turned and looked at Duanmu. Duanmu Li ignored Luo Kongxian's gaze and knew that the old man was going to "transform" again; Sure enough, the aura of the fairy-like Taoist bone flowed out of Luo Kongxian.

"Haha, little brother, I knew you would not run the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. If you have anything to do, I would like to ask me the old immortal. Come and listen!" When Luo Kongxian heard Duanmu had something to ask himself, he immediately called himself the old immortal, and just called him the old man.

Duanmu also knew that this old man looked like this. Now Duanmu even liked the shameless look of this old man, which was quite... cute.

"Have you heard of the sword spirit?" Duanmu asked as if he was casual.

When Luo Kongxian heard the word "Sword Spirit", he shook his hand and the chopsticks in his hand fell on the table. Luo Kongxian was like a thunder strike, and his eyes were as dumb as if he was stunned.

"Old man, are you okay?" Duanmu had never seen Luo Kongxian look like this before, and was surprised. This old man would not have died like this.

Luo Kongxian slowly recovered and looked at Duanmu for a long time.

"Little brother, I have not only heard of the sword spirit, but also seen it. To be honest, why did you suddenly ask about this?" Luo Kongxian seemed to have been aged several decades a time, without his leisurely expression before, and even looked a little painful.
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