The World’s Male Repairs Are All Furnace Tripods

Su Hanjin saw the memory of Taohua Laughing Sword's owner, so she knew what she had experienced and the reason for the choices she faced. Su Hanjin felt that such a choice would not happen to her.

Qiu Qianlin was still a sleeping remnant soul. It will take a long time for him to wake up. Qiu Qianlin is a member of the Qingmang Mountain realm, and it is even more unlikely that he will have any blood and blood enmity with the Profound Sky Sword Sect. The most important thing is that Qiu Qianlin loves her and died desperately for her, and he will tell her if he tries his best. Live for yourself.

And that demon doesn't like the owner of Taohua's smile.

The choice she experienced was indeed difficult, but if she really replaced Su Hanjin, she would not find it too difficult.

In the old world, she has lived for twenty-eight years and is no longer a girl. In addition to the past years, 209: The peach tree with long worms is almost the same as a middle-aged woman. Her state of mind is completely different from the master Taohua Xiao, who has lived for six hundred years, but whose feelings are as simple as a ignorant girl.

She will not fall in love with someone who has only one side. She will remember the kindness of that person, and if there is a chance to repay, she will do her best to repay, but she will not fall into an inexplicable lovesickness, that kind of feeling will not grow like weeds in her heart.

She will also pay for love, be crazy about love, but the premise is that that person is worthy of her, worthy of her madness.

"That kind of choice won't happen to me." Su Hanjin looked at the lonely peach tree. She stood quietly, with sympathy and regret in her eyes, but more firmness.

"I am very different from your master. At least I would feel that I have lived so hard, why should I die so easily?" She muttered, her eyes became sharp after a while, and cold light flashed in her eyes. Listen to her sternly: "Since I am so different from her, why did you bring me here?"

There are not so many whys, it is just a sword, where can distinguish so many differences.

In the clear pool, a fairy sword with a pink halo suddenly appeared, because the owner is a female cultivator, the fairy sword is not heavy, it looks a little delicate. The body of the long-worm peach tree has a pink halo around it, but the tip of the sword is dark red, like a touch of blood.

Its owner committed suicide, so where is her owner's blood clotting?

Just as Su Hanjin looked closely, a faint figure floated out of the fairy sword, with only a human figure, but after watching the plot for so long, Su Hanjin naturally knew who she was.

"Red Aya?"

"it's me."

This is the third time that Su Hanjin has seen the remnant soul. When she saw the silhouette of the human figure, she thought of a thought in her mind for a moment, wondering if such a remnant soul will nourish Qiu Qianlin? Of course, just think about it.

It's like saying that she has a ruler in her heart. She just saw the tragic memories of others and feels sympathy. At this moment, she still can't do things like sympathizing and destroying the remnants of people. Of course, if this It's a different story to have a bad heart.

But she really has a sense of justice in front of her, and it is unlikely that she will be completely crooked after death, right?

"I am so painful because I am not strong enough?" A voice floated faintly. "But when I was in the Qi refining period, he was already in a state of integration."

"Yes, so my explanation doesn't apply to you." Su Hanjin said seriously, "but it applies to me, that's enough."

The figure was silent. After a long time, he whispered: "I am not the remnant soul of Hong Ling, I am the sword spirit. It is Taohua laughed with the blood of the master, the sword spirit nourished." The sentence just now was probably Want to ask for Hong Ling...

She was so painful and desperate at the time, where there would still be a remnant soul for the rest of her life.

Su Hanjin's ears suddenly chuckled, "Of course, I'm not Taohua laugh." The figure backhanded and pointed at the long sword, saying: "It's a silly sword, like her master, but it's a good sword. , Even Hong Ling doesn’t know how good it is, otherwise, it won’t nourish me because of a little blood. Although your cultivation level is too low to be worthy of it, and you can’t really drive it, but I don’t want to You are the same as the former Hong Ling. Since you are strong enough, you will not face such a choice. Then I hope you can become stronger, and Taohua laughs can make you stronger."

Sword Spirit laughed again, "Take it away. Taohua now smiles very close to you. As long as you cut your fingers and drip blood into the sword, inject divine consciousness to let her recognize the master, you can take it. Take it away, it can make you stronger. Of course, I also have the conditions to keep it."

What the sword spirit is referring to is naturally Wenxin Sword.

"You said before that you would not let yourself fall into such a choice, so now, I will let you face the most direct choice, Taohua laughs, is the existence of the top rank of the fairy sword, it can be said to be in this sword mound. The best sword. If you go out with it, you will surely win the sword to be in charge. Of course, if anyone really gets the other one, it will be tied with you at best."

The laughter came again, although it was not public, it made Su Hanjin feel a little harsh.

"How? How do you choose? Ask Heart Sword or Taohua Smile? Your Heart Sword is not even a fairy sword." It showed her the memories of Hong Ling. At the beginning, it naturally saw that it belonged to her. Memories. Wen Xin Sword was made by her personally and accompanied her from birth to death, but unfortunately, she was not even the fairy sword, and now it is even more bleak and bleak.

"Give you a quarter of an hour to think about it, and tell me the case when you think it over." The sword spirit's figure turned into nothingness again, concealed in the bloodstain on the tip of Taohua's laughing sword.

Su Hanjin walked under the peach tree without hesitation while holding the Wenxin Sword.

"Wen Xinjian is really not a fairy sword?" Her voice was not loud, but she was full of doubts. The success in forging the sword at the beginning also attracted Lei Jie, and she always regarded it as a fairy sword.

"Naturally not. You thought about it so soon?" The voice was delighted. "It seems that I know your choice."

"I always thought it was very powerful." Su Hanjin said lightly, and then she held the Jin Wenxin Sword and slashed it at Taohua with a smile, and then smiled and said: "Look, it has no spirituality, and it is so powerful. ."

Cut it down with a sword, although Taohua laughed without any damage, her heart-asking sword was also unbroken.

"I said that the previous choice was not difficult for me, and it is the same now. If I want to choose between the two, I will naturally choose to ask Xinjian, but the question is, why should I choose?" The voice fell. The surging sword intent of Su Hanjin surged out, causing Taohua to laugh and tremble slightly.

She has no strength to subdue other fairy tools, but for the sword, she has enough confidence in her sword intent. In her heart, Wenxin Sword is the fairy sword, even the existence of surpassing the fairy sword. When she was chased by Wan Jian, her sword intent had no effect, but now, all she faced was Taohua's smile. Still in that memory, she chose a woman with a great and upright spirit in her heart to be her master Taohua's smile.

If Taohuaxiao is really the top rank of the fairy sword, then the red Ling's cultivation base recognized by it can be considered very low.

Su Hanjin is indeed a sword repairer, but she can also cast swords at the same time. She knows sword better than ordinary sword repairers.

The coagulated blood on the tip of Taohua's smiling sword, the nourishing sword spirit, shouldn't be what it meant. Just like that peach tree, it doesn't want to grow worms, but it is indeed it that nourishes the worms.

Su Hanjin touched the door of the unity of human and sword, so at that moment, she knew what Taohua laughed in her heart. She even knew what the sword spirit hiding in Taohua's smile was thinking.

"And you are just the sword spirit finally turned into the resentment in her heart, why should I believe you?"

The overwhelming sword intent filled the entire white space. Su Hanjin injected aura into Taohua’s smile at the same time, forcing it from the hilt to the tip of the sword, causing the sword spirit to say: "What are you going to do?"

She is a stain, and the spiritual energy is like a surging river rushing to wash away her. She is a sword spirit, and she cannot leave this sword without other support.

"The peach tree has bugs, so I want to kill it."

"No wonder you are going to fall in love with a magic repair, you are also a big treacherous person." The sword spirit roared hoarsely, but after a moment, the voice became panic again, "Let me go!"

It's late, if you don't want to hurt me, I won't kill you.

"You tempted me to drop my blood into my divine consciousness to make Taohua laugh and recognize the Lord, you just want to take the opportunity to take away the house, you want to kill me, should I find a reason to let you go?"

"How do you know?" The voice was startled, then retorted: "I don't!"

She is a sword spirit, Taohua laughs and returns to the sword mound after the fall of her master, and she breeds in the sword mound, no matter how she sets up a trap, she says Taohua laughs is a fool, she herself is not much smart, she understands There are not many in fact.

How many swordsmen can break through the realm of human and sword integration in this world? Not only the Canghai Realm, any realm...

Maybe it's really not much, otherwise it would make people so surprised. Su Hanjin suddenly felt very proud. Although she did not break through, she saw the light leaking from the crack in the door, and she would always push the door open.

The aura makes the halo on Taohua Xiaojian's body brighter, like rain washed away the dust in the sky, revealing the clearest blue, like the breeze blowing away the fog, revealing the freshest green of the treetops, that pink. The tip of the hazy halo, the blood-like bright red is slowly diminishing, gradually revealing the original color.

"I want to take your body, I just want to see him!"

She suddenly regretted it. If it weren’t for seeing the female swordsman who was so confident, she would easily let go of her brave words, making her unhappy but secretly envying her, but she was so quick that she wanted to force her to make a choice and experience the pain. Now Isn't that the case?

When she was conscious, she was already in the tomb of the sword. This is the tomb of the sword, which made her feel endless loneliness and loneliness. But Taohua's laughter that nourishes her is like a three-year-old child. It doesn't understand her thoughts at all. .

For so many years, so many days and nights, Hong Ling hugged Taohua and smiled, recounting the details of the year over and over again, depicting the man's face and the light smile on his lips. She didn't like blood and killing, so she could only watch the pictures and the words she remembered by Taohua laughed over and over again.

She is the blood of Hong Ling, and she is also the regret and resentment in her heart. But even so, like Hong Ling, she still fell in love with the demon in the lonely imagination. She is not Hong Ling's remnant soul, she doesn't have so many responsibilities on her body, she can easily love that demon, she loves him, so she wants to find him, it's that simple.

Again, this is not simple, because to find him, at least, there must be a physical body that can let her leave the sword mound.

Therefore, Su Hanjin is her goal. ! ! !