At the moment when Gray Cigarette Blood Oath recognized his master, a simple three-word message slowly appeared in Zhao Rong's mind.

"Did you drop the sword bag?"

He blurted out, took it from the transparent woman's hand, lowered his head and looked at it carefully.

There was another strange feeling of soul separation. At the moment when this name appeared, Zhao Rong briefly gained a memory perspective from the core weapon spirit of this falling sword bag:

To the north of the vast North Sea, there is a deserted island surrounded by whirlpools.

There are mountains on the island, and there are valleys in the south of the mountains. There are strange forests in the valleys, and gray fog lingers all year round.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter passed by leisurely, until one day, swordsmen began to wield swords, flying over the alien forest, falling, and the people and swords were swallowed by the mist...

Swordsmanship and flying swords cannot be crossed.

The sky over this island gradually became a no-fly zone for Beihai sword cultivators. Until later, a sea fairy came to the island on a moonlit night to cut down trees with an ax, calling them with a smile...

Zhao Rong woke up and suddenly felt strange.

The perspective of memory is just a quick glance, but it is like experiencing and witnessing it in the first place.

Gui Tong saw it clearly and explained, "This should be the original origin of this falling sword bag. The core material for making it comes from a strange forest called Luo Mu on an island in the North Sea. The specific origin is unknown. It was found in the North Sea.

Immortals were cut down and forged by strange people, and the intelligent and intelligent weapon spirits here seem to be related to the innate wood spirits of the 'falling wood'..."

It was in a good mood, as if it had seen something new, or as if it had obtained an interesting toy when it was bored.

"When I was in the Xuanhuang Realm, I had never heard of this falling sword bag. It should be that the cultivation world of the Xuanhuang Realm appeared after I left."

The sword spirit nodded, "Not bad, not bad, very interesting. It is actually a rare treasure that can master swordsmanship and fly swords. This is a bit extraordinary. It cannot be measured by ordinary magic weapons... I don't know about that old beast named Qin."

Where did it come from?"

Zhao Rong also nodded, smiled and played with the light and mysterious sword bag in his hand, consciously feeling that this time it was not a loss.

This is the first time he has obtained such a rare treasure, and he wonders if he can cross the border and include Haoran Sword Cultivator's real name Feijian...

At this time, the transparent woman who had been waiting quietly for a while walked up to Zhao Rong, lowered her head, and put the cleaned scabbard on his waist again.

Zhao Rong put away his sword bag, raised his head, looked at the transparent woman who sheathed his sword, and then turned to look at the brand new swing next to him that was full of joy.

He clenched his fist and covered his mouth, "Ahem, I don't know how to thank you, but...if you have anything you need my help with, you can tell me."

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed.

He, the old Zhao family, is a free prostitute, but he has to explain the basic law, isn't it, just eat it up, wipe it off, pat the butt and leave, that's too much.

Zhao Rong is not such a person.

He was dressed elegantly in white and asked softly, but the transparent woman tilted her head slightly, still looking at the empty scabbard on his waist.

The transparent woman looked back and looked somewhere, then suddenly pulled Zhao Rong and flew in a certain direction inside the ruins.

"Hey...where are we going..."

Zhao Rong called out curiously. Actually, he still had something to say.

However, the transparent woman could not speak at this time and insisted on dragging him somewhere.

Zhao Rong could not easily reject her kindness, so he had to patiently follow her.

Take another look.

The two held hands and flew into the sky, flying above the desolate ruins.

Not long after, they did come to a cliff that Zhao Rong was familiar with.

The main hall where he was transported not long ago is located here. Unexpectedly, he came back again.

However, the transparent woman did not want to take him back to the main hall, but in the opposite direction, pulling Zhao Rong to the edge of the cliff.

She stretched out her hand and pointed towards Zhao Rong at the dark abyss of sin below.

Then he looked back, pulled him, and prepared to jump.

It seems that I have to find a suitable sword for him to sheath.

But the next second.

Zhao Rong held her back.

The transparent woman paused and slowly looked back.

"I'm sorry, little sister."

Zhao Rong spoke directly and shook his head apologetically.

He turned his head and looked at the unknown abyss below, which was where Gui told him not to go down easily. "I may not be able to go down with you anymore. The things you gave me and the favors you helped me today are already too many."

The transparent woman should be looking at him at this moment. Zhao Rong had a vague intuition, then turned his head to confirm, glanced at her shadow, but was stunned.

He guessed wrong.

The transparent woman's shadow on the ground lowered her head, not looking at him.

The autumn wind blowing from the Sin Abyss below stirred up the frosty dawn skirt on her body and fluttered in the wind.

A transparent woman stood on the edge of the cliff, her blue-gold dress flying.

At this moment, she lowered her head and gently pulled his hand.

Like a child reluctant to part with his playmates after dark.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a sense of melancholy for no reason, and wanted to nod and agree to her staying here.

But immediately, he took a deep breath and suppressed some immature impulse. He also had concerns and responsibilities.

Zhao Rong looked around, pretending to smile relaxedly, then turned his head and said softly and sincerely to the transparent woman in front of him who was reluctant to leave:

"Brother, I don't believe you. I know there won't be any danger if I follow you down. I also know that you want to continue sending me good things, but... I really can't stay any longer. I'm here.

It was an accident. Meeting and getting to know you is also the biggest surprise. However, I also have my own life and responsibilities. There are many relatives, teachers and friends outside who care about my safety. I have to go out, otherwise they can't find me anywhere.

, will be very worried about me, and even think... that I am dead."

Zhao Rong smiled and said: "I can't let them misunderstand and be sad. I have to... go home."

The transparent woman is looking up at him.

She seemed to be thinking about his words, and also seemed to be...memorizing his appearance carefully.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Zhao Rong suddenly stretched out his hand to rub her head, but instead caught a ball of air. However, he didn't pay attention. He raised his hand higher and touched her head at about the top of her head.

So in the shadows on the ground next to the two of them, there was a scene of a scholar in white gently touching the head of a woman who had worn the frosty dawn horn.

It's just like,

The big brother is comforting and enlightening the little sister who is reluctant to say goodbye.

"Let's make a promise. I will come again. How about we meet here next time."

The transparent woman looked at him quietly.

Zhao Rong turned around, pointed to the way back behind him, and signaled: "Then I'll leave today and come back to you next time..."

He turned around and smiled brightly at her: "Little sister, how are you?"

The transparent woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Chapter completed!