"Hu, Hu."

In the sky in the world of cultivation, a monk was sitting on a huge flying sword and galloping towards the distance. Because of the speed too fast, the bitter cold wind blew past his slightly thin face like a knife, but this level of cold wind did not seem to have had much impact on him, and the dark eyes still flashed with a moving look.

"Oh." The thin monk sighed softly and complained to himself, "I finally left the territory of those guys full of stinking money. Really, I came out with a mission, but the master still insisted that I help him go there to find his old friend to send a letter. It's true, I don't think about my disciples at all."

There were no other people or monsters in the sky except this monk. Not only was it because it could not keep up with his somewhat perverted speed, but it was also because of the aura that made people feel a little palpitations. The calm but abyss-like aura made this middle-aged monk who didn't look very strong instantly give this different majesty.

"Jinxu, you talk, we are the only two of us together. If you don't talk, I will be suffocated to death." The middle-aged monk suddenly didn't know who he was talking to. There was obviously no one around, and it looked like a somewhat bored child was sending himself.

However, what happened next proved that the middle-aged monk was not a person with mental problems, because there was really a voice that answered his words, "Noisy." Although short, it was indeed a voice different from that of a middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk excitedly patted the huge flying sword he sat down, "Jinxu, you finally replied. You haven't replied for a long time before. I thought you didn't want to communicate with me anymore. If that were the case, the master might take you away, and you and I will be separated."

After a long time, it turned out that the middle-aged monk was not talking to himself, but the person he was talking to was not a living creature, but the flying sword under his butt. It is said that if he practices swords to the extreme, he can cultivate a sword spirit. It seems that this middle-aged monk should have some skills in sword skills.

"The people from the Tianfu Sect are irritable." Perhaps it was because of the words of the middle-aged monk that it was a little unbearable. The sword spirit named Jin Xu then explained the reason why he had not spoken for a while. It was not because he had any unpleasant feelings with the current partner of the middle-aged monk, but because he was involuntarily feeling a little uncomfortable on the territory of the Tianfu Sect before.

The face of the middle-aged monk gradually became serious, and he said as if he was teaching a child, "Jin Xu, it's not me who said you. People should learn to slowly come out of sadness. Although you are not a human, the sword spirit is also human, right?" Before Jin Xu answered, he continued, "I know that your first master, that is mine, who is not aware of which generation of masters died at the hands of the Tianfu Sect monks. However, this is the matter at the beginning. We have no conflicts with the Tianfu Sect now. You have to learn to control your own emotions. Otherwise, it is not a good thing for you or our Jianyi Sect."

The middle-aged monk revealed a shocking message in his nagging words. He was actually a disciple of the Jianyi Sect. You know, as the largest sect in the cultivation world now, the Jianyi Sect's attitude towards disciples before was similar to Luo Xi's previous attitude towards disciples of Qinglan Sect. They would not be allowed to come out if they were less than a certain level of cultivation. This middle-aged monk was not only able to come out, but also performed tasks alone, which was enough to prove that his strength was already very strong. This strength is not for the cultivation world but for the Jianyi Sect, which is not a concept.

Jin Xu, the sword spirit, didn't know what he was thinking, and did not refute a word. He just listened quietly to the middle-aged monk's constant elder-like advice. Of course, in terms of age, it should be the elders.

The constant speech made the middle-aged monk's lips chapped and his throat a little ignorant. Jin Xu didn't respond at all, which made him feel a little complained, "Hey, Jin Xu. Are you listening? You can't fall asleep. I'm doing this for your own good. You must know that not only the monks will represent the Sword Sect, but the style of the Sword Spirit will also represent the Sword Sect. You can't rely too much on your own nature, but you have to consider the image of our Sword Sect."

The sword spirit Jin Xu, who had been dealing silently, finally broke out and said in a tone that was full of anger when he heard it, "Qu Chi, you should take care of yourself. Do you want to be confined to your master again?"

The middle-aged monk, no, Qu Chi smiled a little embarrassedly at this time, "Oh, look at you, it's so easy to be serious. Didn't I just make a joke with you? Don't go back and complain to my master again. After all, I'm over 500 years old. In the Sword Sect, I'm a master. If those kids see me being confined again, it would be too embarrassing. Besides, as my sword spirit, you won't have any light on your face if I'm confined."

"No, I'm just a sword spirit, I never care about anything that is shameless." Jin Xu's somewhat cold voice came out of the flying sword.

"Don't say that." Qu Chi said with a smile, "We are one, let's talk about it, you chose me first. You also said that I am the most talented monk among those people. Have you forgotten our love for hundreds of years?" Qu Chi blinked at the flying sword under him, as if he wanted to give a glamorous look, but without mentioning whether Jin Xu could see it, a thin middle-aged man made such a move really makes people feel a little nauseous.

Jin Xu's voice seemed to be colder than before, "I really regret choosing you. You are the most annoying one of the previous masters I have ever met."

After listening to Jin Xu's words, Chi felt no shame at all. Instead, he said to Jin Xu proudly, "Thank you for your praise. Actually, if you think about it, this is also a skill. Look, you have experienced so many masters, am I the one who has made you most influential? If so, I wouldn't lose. Anyway, a monk like me has lived for more than a thousand years, and there may be any accidents. You, the sword spirit, can't know how long you can live, and it's good that I can't forget me."

After a brief silence, Jin Xu suddenly said, "You are wrong."

"Hmm?" Qu Chi looked at Jin Xu with some confusion.

"The life of the sword spirit is not infinite. How could I survive if you have an accident?"
Chapter completed!