Xuyun scratched his head and said, "Hey, what's going on?"

Yan Qingrui said angrily: "What's going on? So, you didn't do it well?"

Xuyun chuckled with guilt, "It seems that something is wrong with this. You know, after all, five hundred years have passed. Although I remembered so long, I still have to allow me to forget any details. My head is not a computer. Even if it is a computer, no matter how large the memory is, it must be cleaned up the space regularly, right?"

Yan Qingrui said: "Tell me directly, what's going on with this sword?"

Xu Yun said, "I just remember that this jade pendant is a key. I remember that the key is pressed up. I should let the sword recognize the master and transfer the internal force to you. Now it seems that there should be something I have forgotten, and what have I forgotten?"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

This monk is so deceptive and always unreliable at critical moments.

Xu Yun suddenly slapped his head and said happily: "I thought of a solution. Come on, hurry up, break your fingertips and try taking a drop of blood!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

Xuyun looked at Yan Qingrui earnestly. Seeing Yan Qingrui's speechless expression, he couldn't help but say, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

Yan Qingrui was speechless. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly stretched out her finger on her left index finger. A drop of blood dripped down. Xu Yun hurriedly held the sword and stretched out his sword to receive it like a dog-legged sword.

The blood bead fell on the sword, and Xu Yun murmured in his mouth: "Often he will recognize the master with blood. This will definitely be effective, it will definitely be effective!"

He was so sure that even Yan Qingrui was not consciously paying attention.

One minute passed, five minutes passed... According to ancient times, this was a stick of incense, and the sword was not moving at all.

Xu Yun scratched his head, embarrassed, and said unsurely: "Why is it that there is no effect? ​​Could it be that there is too little blood? Let me give you another drop and try again?"

Yan Qingrui didn't want to speak anymore, so she directly scratched the wound just now, and this time she dripped several drops.

However, it was useless. The sword did not even appear again, and it was silent.

Xuyun said earnestly: "A little more, a little more!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

Is this treating her like a guinea pig? It's really useful. One drop will work. If it's useless, it won't be of use to dry her blood.

Xuyun also saw it. He held his head and thought hard, muttering in his mouth: "What did I forget? How did I unlock it? If I have the jade pendant, what other conditions are needed... Oh, why can't I remember it..."

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She felt that this monk was the most pitiful monk in the world, no doubt about it, it was simply the number one pit in the world.

I'm just here to cheat her.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have lived a happy life in the 21st century.

Suddenly, Xu Yun looked at her, thought of something, and said suspiciously: "The Xuanyue Sword is the best in the world that I forged. You back then were the most true, pure, good and beautiful, so the conditions for this sword to be solved are almost the same. Your blood cannot be solved. Could it be that you are no longer a virgin?"

With a bang, the blood on Yan Qingrui's face seemed to explode suddenly. She was ashamed and angry as she was, her whole face turned red as blood, but her peerless face was as cold as frost. She burst into anger and kicked towards Xu Yun. Xu Yun did not dodge and was kicked straight, rolling away like a ball.

Yan Qingrui followed like a shadow, whipping her fists and kicking her feet.
Chapter completed!