When Li Buzhuo opened his eyes again, what caught his eye was still the girl's porcelain doll holding a lamp in the study.

He held up and saw that it was already dark.

"You can use the Sword Technique to mobilize the sword spirit to control the sword. It turns out that using the Sword Technique can combine the mind with the Sword Technique?"

Li Buzhuo walked to the desk and sat down, unfolded the painting, and serked the cicadas, and crawled out of the painting by himself. He flew around Li Buzhuo twice, like a child who was attached to his parents.

Li Buzhuo stretched out his hand, and the hilt of the sword fell into his hand. He took the sword and saw it.

"So this is your spiritual form."

A humanoid figure the size of a fist was sitting upright on the sword thigh. Under the light, it looked like a cloud of fog. It was vaguely identified with limbs and body. Sitting cross-legged, its face was blurred.

"It's me, it's me..."

The sound of the sword spirit was weak, and this sound was directly resonant with Li Buzhuo's mind. If there were outsiders here, not only could they hear a little, but they could not see the spirit of the sword spirit.

Li Buzhuo noticed the joy of the sword spirit and smiled slightly.

"Remember to stop bullying other swords in the future. They are weak in spirit. If you plunder their spirits, it will not be of much benefit to yourself. By the way, when I first obtained the Painting Sword Book, forty-six swords inside had more or less spirituality and did not plunder and fight each other. It seems that you are the restless person who disrupts the balance. You guy... The name of the sword in Jingchan is too light and you really don't deserve you. I'll give you a new name. What do you think you're the one who's called?"

"What, everything is fine, fifteen, fifteen..."

The sword spirit was confused. It was born from the sword. Its instinct was all about how to control the sword weapon. The reason why it was first known was that it was just a few words that he learned day and night with Li Buzhuo. The difficult behavior of naming it was stumped. At this moment, it was still thinking about the fifteen swords that had escaped the disaster.

"I have to ask two Buddhist scriptures to cleanse you. If this continues, I don't know what you are going to be like. Well, I'll give you this name..." Li Buzhuo rubbed his forehead and made it easy to name the sword. It was the first time he gave the sword spirit a name that was called to the mouth.

"Buddhist scriptures? What, Buddhist scriptures? Can't you eat them all?" Jian Ling asked unwillingly.

"If you plunder the spirit of other swords in the future, you will be sealed in the sword book and will not be allowed to come out." Li Buzhuo said intimidating.

The previous lesson of the word "Saint Word" is that he knew that the sword spirit was temporarily unhindered in order to manifest the spiritual form of other swords, but if it goes too far, it will make his spirituality distorted and no longer pure.

"Forget it, you'll call it fifteen." Li Buzhuo thought for a while but failed, so he simply put the number he was thinking about as his name.

Jian Ling was stunned and pointed at himself: "I am fifteen? Then, I can't eat fifteen more."

Li Buzhuo laughed silently. The sword spirit was still smart and low. No matter what, it would stop damaging the spirituality of other sword weapons. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, go back and stay."

The Shocking Cicada Sword was slightly shocked, and then he escaped and flew into the Painting Sword Book.

This is the benefit of the initial creation of the sword spirit. The sword spirit has a self-awareness and is well-versed in people's words. Li Buzhuo does not have to use the sword technique to activate the sword weapon at all times, so that the sword weapon can take various actions according to his own wishes.

Even if the sword spirit is successful in the future, it will be able to stand alone and can deal with powerful enemies without Li Buzhuo's control.

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The night was dark and the bright moon was in the sky, and a layer of silver shone on the top of Jumang Mountain. Zhao Chengyang turned over the valley and suddenly became cold. Before he could walk far, he stopped by the cold spring.

"Hanquan? Didn't Li Buzhuo deliberately stop him and really set up Qimen Dunjia on this mountain?"

Zhao Chengyang looked slightly surprised. After leaving the winery, he naturally felt unwilling to accept it. He took advantage of the night to go to Jumang Mountain alone, but he didn't expect that there was really a cold spring on the mountain. Li Buzhuo did not lie about this matter.

"It's a pity that Kunshuang did not go up the mountain to avoid suspicion, and Wenyun was also left by me at the foot of the mountain. I can't tell the truth even if I don't understand Qimen Dunjia."

Zhao Chengyang looked down and saw the cold spring reflecting a bright moon and sparse stars, as if he had turned the night sky upside down. He squatted down and scooped up a handful of spring water. The coldness broke through the bone marrow, and the bright moon was immediately disturbed by ripples.

"No matter what, since you are here, I will go to the top of the mountain to take a look."

When he got up and looked at the top of the mountain, Zhao Chengyang suddenly glanced at the sight of the light and saw a figure standing opposite Hanquan at some point!

Zhao Chengyang exclaimed, took a step back, and his hair exploded. When he was about to settle down, he saw that the girl standing there was an ordinary cotton coat, but she was so beautiful that she was draped over her shoulders, with long hair darker than night. Her face seemed to be carved by the national craftsman who had spent his whole life to carve it. Her eyes were clearer than the cold spring in front of her.

The girl asked Zhao Chengyang instead.

Zhao Chengyang shook his mind and looked at it carefully. If he threw away his face, the girl looked like an ordinary person, not a mountain ghost or a charming person. But why did she appear on the mountain late at night?

"I'm Zhao Chengyang, what about you, Miss? Why did you appear here late at night?"

"My name is Jiangdongjun, I am from the village at the foot of the mountain." Jiangdongjun said, "What are you doing here to go up the mountain?"

It turned out that he was from Jiuwenzi Village, the village at the foot of Shanjiao? It is worthy of being a Feng Shui treasure land, and it can actually raise such a peerless beauty. Zhao Chengyang sighed in his heart.

Although he was still confused about Jiang Dongjun's appearance here late at night, when faced with her problem, Zhao Chengyang didn't know how to hide it at all. He told all the details of pursuing the traces of his ancestors, how to find Jumang Mountain, and even how Li Buzhuo stopped him.

During his words, Zhao Chengyang slightly emphasized the identity of his aristocratic family. In fact, with his status, even if an ordinary woman is beautiful, she will only be slightly moved, so she will not win the beautiful girl's eyes like a peacock spreading her tail. However, Jiang Dongjun's appearance and temperament obviously broke through the ordinary level, allowing Zhao Chengyang to unconsciously put himself at a lower level.

"So you guessed that the place where Changqing Zhenren was the embroidery place on the top of the mountain?" After hearing Zhao Chengyang say that, Jiang Dongjun shook his head, "It's a pity that you have to waste your time. I have been to the top of the mountain several times, but the place as big as a palm is full of stones, so there is no place for embroidery."

"So that's it. It seems that I'm really wrong to blame Li Buzhuo during the day." Zhao Chengyang sighed slightly, and also dispelled his thoughts of going up the top of the mountain. The only doubt in his heart turned into a hint of shame in the clear and spring-like eyes of Jun Jiangdong, "But girl, you have gone up the mountain. Today I just saw a maid entering the mountain privately, but was scolded."
Chapter completed!