Chapter 90: Snow in the Tomb City

The information brought by Su Qianqian is invaluable.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that his enemies were far more than just Feng Kong and Shao Yi, but thirty-three people in the inner courtyard...

This was still in the Ling Palace. If he left the Ling Palace, he would probably have to face the Zhang and Wen families of Tiansang County.

Xu Xiaoshou had a splitting headache. He had never thought that a ring match could plant such a big disaster for him.

"It's all the fault of that damn Wen Chong..." He covered his forehead, absent-minded.

Su Qianqian looked at him with a worried look on his face. Xu Xiaoshou thought for a while and could only let it go for the time being.

Since it has come, we should make the best of it. These problems will have to be faced sooner or later. Maybe as he grows up, there will be greater suffering waiting for him.

"It's okay."

After signaling Su Qianqian to relax, he looked at the giant sword on the little girl's back, and the masked man last night and Sang Lao's words flashed through his mind...

"Can you show me this sword?"

"Sure."

Su Qianqian did not hesitate, pulled out the sword, and handed it over, saying: "But it recognizes people, it may not like you."

"Oh?" Xu Xiaoshou put his hand on it, and the sword suddenly trembled violently. He retracted it as if he had been electrocuted, "So weird?"

Su Qianqian smiled and said: "This is spirituality. The more powerful the sword, the more spiritual it is."

Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful. He took out his "Cangku" and said happily: "So, my sword also has spirituality."

Su Qianqian suddenly became interested. He knew that the black sword of the little beast brother was only ninth grade.

How could a ninth grade sword have spirituality?

"Look!"

Xu Xiaoshou turned the sword over and pointed the tip of the sword at himself. There was no extra movement, and the black sword trembled immediately.

"Buzz!"

He turned the sword back again, and the trembling suddenly became smaller.

"Buzz..."

Su Qianqian was stunned. What kind of spirit is this? Why is it so strange?

"Suspected, passive value, +1."

"Don't believe it?" Xu Xiaoshou sneered, "This is your narrow vision!"

He turned the black sword back and forth.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz..."

"Buzz!"

"Buzz..."

Su Qianqian was stunned. This...

"Suspected, passive value, +16."

"Suspected, passive value, +37."

"..."

This time Xu Xiaoshou was shocked. How could there be so many passive values?

Looking around, it turned out that all the people who practiced nearby after landing were attracted by the two.

And some people have recognized Su Qianqian. The champion of the outer courtyard and Su Qianqian of the inner courtyard went to Ehu Lake. This is big news.

One person spread ten, ten spread a hundred, and more and more people came around.

Su Qianqian didn't care much. She got used to the feeling of being watched early. After all, geniuses are eye-catching wherever they go.

Xu Xiaoshou is even more so. The more people there are, the easier it is to earn passive value!

He ignored these people and forcibly took the trembling giant sword.

Before he could take a closer look, the giant sword suddenly flew into the sky and returned to the scabbard on Su Qianqian's back.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment. He looked at his "Cangku" and suddenly felt a sense of regret.

Look at others, this is called spirituality, you are at most the urine of wanting to devour the master!

Su Qianqian smiled, pulled out the giant sword again, and handed it to Xu Xiaoshou.

"Don't make trouble!"

The sword body was about to vibrate, but it actually quieted down after hearing the words.

Xu Xiaoshou was amazed and looked at the sword carefully.

The giant sword was snow-white, the sword body was thick and heavy, and it was completely different from the conventional giant sword. Instead, it was like a thick monument.

Xu Xiaoshou's innate body could actually feel some weight.

"Good sword!"

He exclaimed, this sword was many times better than his "Cangku".

No, the two should not be comparable.

Looking closely, one can feel a bit of desolation and sadness from the quiet white giant sword.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but immerse himself in it. He seemed to see a huge tombstone standing from ancient times under the white snow in the endless desolate desert.

Loneliness, solitude, vicissitudes...

The picture disappeared in a flash, and the sword was still in sight.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and raised his head.

"Suspected, passive value, +64."

"Awe, passive value, +89."

Hmm?

What's going on?

With a glance, he saw a layer of frost on the surface of Ehu Lake!

Oh my!

It's summer, and the sun is still hanging in the sky!

His senses recovered one by one, and he heard Su Qianqian's anxious voice: "Brother Xiaoshou?"

But there were more noisy voices:

"Oh my god, why did it freeze just now? I feel like my soul is frozen!"

"Look, the lake is frozen?!"

"It's so weird, it must be Xu Xiaoshou who did it! But what happened?"

"Is there any big guy who can explain it to me, I'm confused!"

No one replied, these people were confused, and Xu Xiaoshou was also confused.

Only Su Qianqian's face was full of surprise: "Can you see it?"

She suddenly thought of something, "Yes, Brother Xiaoshou also has the innate sword intent!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hide his shock, is this a famous sword?

Just a glance can pull people into its world.

"Mingchengxue...tombstone?"

"Yeah." Su Qianqian did not deny it.

"Can you tell me its story?" Xu Xiaoshou felt that this sword must have a story.

Su Qianqian laughed happily. She didn't expect that besides her grandfather, there would be someone who liked to listen to her stories.

She took the sword and gently stroked it. The sword body trembled and groaned gently, as if she was enjoying it very much.

"In ancient times, there was a sword saint named Cheng Xue."

"He had a close friend who was also a sword saint. He walked the path of killing and called the sword saint killer."

"One day he became a demon and accidentally killed Cheng Xue. After the sword saint killer woke up, he regretted it very much and erected Cheng Xue's sword as a tombstone to suppress it for eternity."

Xu Xiaoshou waited for a long time, and Su Qianqian had no more words.

"Is it finished?"

"Huh?" Su Qianqian looked up in confusion, "This is the story of 'Tomb Name Cheng Xue', did I miss anything?"

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt bad. What you said made sense. The story was indeed finished, but I always felt...

It shouldn't be so monotonous!

What about the details?

Shouldn't the death of a sword saint be very tragic?

You are drinking cold water. This story is so straightforward and simple!

"It's really well told!"

"Very concise!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but admire it, and then said: "Is there a sword more precious than this in Tiansang Ling Palace?"

Su Qianqian smiled with dimples when she heard the praise, and shook her head indifferently, "No."

"Think carefully, there is another sword that is more powerful than this!" Xu Xiaoshou said seriously.

Su Qianqian's smile froze, tilted her head and thought for a while, and said seriously: "No."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart sank, he also felt that there was no, but it couldn't be no!

If there was no, then the sword that the masked man was looking for was not Su Qianqian's "Tomb Name City Snow"?

That guy couldn't even take down many big guys in Tiansang Ling Palace. If he now thinks of Su Qianqian, can she have a good end?

"It's over!" Xu Xiaoshou was anxious.

Su Qianqian's eyes rolled and she understood something. "Brother Xiaoshou is worried about the masked man from last night?"