Chapter 1938 Qingming Sword

Ye Mulin and Ye Feiran naturally didn't know about the black sword's complaints, and the two of them squatted down to study it.

"Qingming Sword? Mulin, have you heard of it?" Ye Feiran asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ye Mulin glanced at the three words Qingming Sword, then looked at Ye Feiran and smiled, "Ran'er's luck is really enviable."

Ye Feiran: "???"

Could this Qingming Sword be a divine weapon?

"Tell me quickly, is it a divine weapon?"

Ye Feiran's anxious look made the arc of Ye Mulin's lips even bigger.

"It is a divine weapon, and according to ancient records, the Qingming Sword is one of the ten great dark weapons."

One of the ten great dark weapons!

Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes widened, "One of the ten great dark weapons, great! Mulin, I think the Qingming Sword is very suitable for Axuan, what do you think?"

Ye Mulin nodded, "I think it is very suitable for her too."

Ye Feixuan used to be a sword cultivator, her master was one of the five great sword gods, and she herself was also known as the little female sword god.

Now that she has become a ghost cultivator after her death, the Qingming Sword is naturally very suitable for her.

Before her death, Ye Feiran was recognized by the ancient sword Bingxue, so her attainments in swordsmanship were naturally not low, but because she worshipped the God of Alchemy as her teacher and was a goddess of two domains, these lights directly covered up her swordsmanship.

Of course, this is her strategy, which is convenient for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Now that Ye Feiran has been recognized by so many famous swords, it is naturally related to her talent in swordsmanship.

Ye Feiran didn't know what Ye Murin was thinking. She looked at the Qingming Sword and was very happy, but at the same time she thought of a problem.

"The Qingming Sword is a divine weapon and one of the ten great weapons of the underworld. It must be a famous sword, but doesn't a famous sword choose its master? Can Ah Xuan just drip blood to recognize the master?"

Ye Mulin reached out and rubbed Ye Feiran's head, soothing her, "Ran'er, don't worry, Ye Feixuan will definitely be recognized by the Qingming Sword, and I have a guess."

Ye Feiran looked up at Ye Mulin, "What guess?"

Ye Mulin glanced at the Qingming Sword on the ground, and then slowly said, "The Qingming Sword may be able to see the light of day again because of you. If you don't want it, it may be sealed under the lake again.

So if it doesn't want to be sealed at the bottom of the lake, it must choose a master, and Ye Feixuan is its best choice at the moment."

Ye Feiran blinked, surprised by Ye Mulin's guess.

"Mulin, how could you come up with such a guess?"

Ye Mulin was silent for a while, "I came up with such a guess when I saw the Qingming Sword. I'm not sure whether it's true or not."

Ye Feiran thought of the things that had not been said between them, and nodded gently, "I believe what you said is the truth."

So, she said directly to the Qingming Sword on the ground, "Qingming Sword, I am a human cultivator, you can't shine in my hands, but my sister is a ghost cultivator, she will definitely get your recognition."

The Qingming Sword did not react at all, because it was still in shock, and it couldn't think of why the man in front of it would guess its situation.

This lake is really weird. Since it fell into this lake, it has been trying to see the light of day again.

At first, it found that it could not leave the lake, so it stared at the cultivators who dived into the lake. It waited for a long time before it met a cultivator who barely looked good. As a result, he was besieged by ghosts after going down the lake like the previous cultivators, and then became one of the ghosts.

As more and more cultivators became ghosts, it even began to doubt that it would never see the light of day again.

As time went by, it started to give up, not obsessed with seeing the light of day again, just wanting to let nature take its course.

Then, it waited for Ye Feiran. When Ye Feiran was fishing, it had a premonition that this cultivator could take it out of the lake and realize its dream of seeing the light of day again.

When this premonition reached its strongest point, it drove a ghost to help.

As a result, its premonition was not wrong, and it really left this lake that it didn't know how to seal it.

And the moment it left the lake, it seemed as if a voice told it that only if it chose a master could it completely leave here.

In short, not only is the lake full of weirdness, it also feels that the two people in front of it are also weird, and they are definitely not ordinary cultivators.

Ye Feiran naturally didn't know the shock of Qingming Sword, and picked it up directly.

"Hiss, so cold!"

The next moment, she immediately let go, and Qingming Sword fell to the ground again.

Qingming Sword: "..."

Knowing that it is a magic sword and one of the ten great underworld weapons, she actually treated it like this.

However, it dared not make any rash moves, otherwise Ye Feiran would throw it back into the lake in anger.

In this case, when would it wait for the second cultivator who could easily take it away from the lake?

So, the Qingming Sword remained silent.

Seeing this, Ye Murin on the side naturally felt distressed and immediately stepped forward to warm her hands.

Ye Feiran looked at the man in front of her with a smile on her face and asked softly, "Mulin, do you think we can catch other underworld objects if we continue fishing?"

Ye Murin was not sure, "You can try."

Ye Feiran's eyes turned, "Mulin, why don't you come to fish this time, I think your luck is not bad."

"Okay!"

When Ye Murin started fishing, Ye Feiran's consciousness covered the entire bamboo forest.

Hao Zicun, Sikong Jing and Ye Han still maintained their previous postures, but everyone's expression was different, probably accepting a test or something.

Ye Feixuan and Youyouzi were also being tested, but they were facing a black bead that exuded ghostly energy and looked very strange.

Soon, a month passed, and bored Ye Mulin and Ye Feiran took turns fishing, but they didn't catch anything except the Qingming Sword.

At this time, whether it was Hao Zicun, Sikong Jing and Ye Han, or Ye Feixuan and Youyouzi, their consciousness was bounced back, which meant that the test of Zhu Lin and the two on them was over.

When Ye Mulin and Ye Feiran came back with the Qingming Sword, they heard Hao Zicun's regretful voice.

"Hey, why was the consciousness bounced back? My test is only at the eighth level!"

"I'm also at the eighth level." Sikong Jing said in a muffled voice.

Hearing what they said, Ye Han also said, "I'm at the ninth level."

Hearing this, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing looked at Ye Han at the same time, with envy on their faces.

However, they soon looked discouraged again.

"We all failed the test, so we didn't get anything."

Murong Lingji glanced at them and smiled, "Not necessarily."

"Not necessarily?" Hao Zicun raised his thick eyebrows and asked immediately, "Brother Murong, what do you mean by that?"

As a result, as soon as the voice fell, the nameless monument flashed with light, and when the light faded, a silver spear appeared in everyone's sight.

At the same time, the aura of the immortal-level spiritual weapon also emanated.

"Immortal, immortal-level spiritual weapon!"

Hao Zicun and the other two were surprised, and then the three looked at each other.

"Whose reward is this?"

However, none of the three received any news.

At last, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing looked at each other, and then looked at Ye Han.

"Miss Ye, it should be your reward!"

Ye Han also looked confused, and subconsciously looked at Murong Lingji beside him.

Facing Ye Han's pleading eyes, Murong Lingji immediately said, "Han'er, go and see if you can pick it up?"

Hearing this, Ye Han hurried forward and grabbed the silver spear with his delicate hands, but the silver spear did not move at all.

"I can't lift it."

"If you can't lift it, it's not your reward." Murong Lingji said.

At this time, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing also understood what was going on, and the two couldn't help rubbing their hands.

Who wouldn't want a fairy-level spiritual weapon!

"Sikong, I think the silver spear is tailor-made for me, so you go first." Hao Zicun said.

Sikong Jing was speechless for a while, but seemed to think that there was a little truth, but she didn't want to regret it, so she also stepped forward to try to pick up the silver spear.

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