I Am a Magic Sword Chapter 523: The heart is old

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Go back to the Blood Hand Hall lightly and shut himself in the room.

Chen Hao looked at her sluggish appearance and did not speak.

Since Qingyan officially became the master of the sword, he has discovered that Qingyan is a little different from other sword masters!

In other words, the purpose is different.

She seems to have a clear purpose in doing things, but those are all habits. She is not the kind of enterprising person in her bones now.

Of course, Chen Hao doesn't care if the sword master has any martial arts intentions.

"Master Sword Spirit, what do you say is my martial arts heart?"

"You ask me, who am I asking?" Chen Hao thought for a while and said, "Then why do you want to become stronger?"

"Why do I want to become stronger?" Qingyan tilted his head, "Actually I don't know, but I see that everyone around me wants to become stronger... I will follow..."

"Uh...this question, in the Lianxin room, you also answered this?"

"Yes...so it was judged as a failure!"

"I think you can just find a reason to become stronger and fool around!"

"No, you can't lie in the Lianxin Chamber! If you can pass the level by lying... I should probably pass the level at once!"

This mystery of confidence!

Where did it come from?

"Do you not want to avenge Jiang Qinyu? This is not a reason to become stronger?"

Why does Qingyan want to become stronger?

Chen Hao, is the one who knows Qingyan the most in the world.

After thinking about this for a while, he was surprised to find that Qingyan really didn't have any reason to want to become stronger!

Become the best in martial arts?

This is not why Qingyan wants to be stronger.

She does not have such a deep desire for the pinnacle of martial arts!

For power? For reputation? For money?

These should not be!

For the family? Or for the family?

This is even more impossible!

Qingyan is alone now!

No parents, no lover... no one who cares seems to be gone.

In the Southern Territory, she is a lonely family, even if she returns to Zhou Country...she is the same!

Even if she joins the Blood Demon Sect, she still uses the Blood Demon Sect as a springboard... She has no loyal powers, and she has no feelings of shed blood for anyone...

Thinking of this, Chen Hao suddenly realized that the present Qingyan... seemed a bit like him.

"When you came to the Southern Territory, didn't you say that you wanted to avenge Jiang Qinyu?"

Qingyan hugs the pillow, sits up from the bed, and gently presses her little head on the pillow: "In the Lian Heart Chamber, I also wanted to answer that way, but when I wanted to speak, I found out, The relationship between Qin Yu and I is actually not so deep, not deep enough to fight for her... When I came to the Southern Territory, my heart was empty, but I felt... I must find something to do... So I want to avenge Sister Qinyu!"

"So, revenge is not the reason why I want to become stronger...The reason why I become stronger is actually very simple, but other warriors want to become stronger...I can only...habitually, want Become stronger...Do you understand this feeling, Lord Sword Spirit?"

Qingyan lowered his eyelids, staring blankly at the ground, with a deep sadness in his eyes.

After a long time, Chen Hao sighed and said: "I understand!"

Qingyan raised her head suddenly when she heard Chen Hao's words.

"You are actually like me. I want the magic sword to become stronger... but I don’t know why I want to make the magic sword stronger... just habitually find something to do, otherwise I feel I will Go crazy!"

"Well... how did Master Sword Spirit live?"

"Damn!"

"Uh...I may not be able to do this!"

"I didn't let you follow me!"

Chen Hao didn't dare to think about her habitual daze.

Qingyan dropped the pillow, went to the desk, and took out the guzheng that hadn't been played for a long time from the space ring.

A mournful and sad "Pipa Yu" came out of the small attic.

Chen Hao watched the light face playing the guzheng silently, and did not speak any more.

At this time, no matter how much you talk about, it's wasted!

In the Blood Hand Hall, a passing martial artist cursed and said: "Fuck, who plays this kind of deadly music in the Blood Hand Hall? Funeral?"

Soon after, Qingyan's door was knocked.

The knock on the door is getting louder and louder, as if with a light-faced temper that will not open the door!

"Who?" Qingyan's face was very bad, "Xiaoyue, didn't you say that you are not allowed to disturb me?"

"Sister Chen, it's me, you Sister Yingyue!"

"Oh, I'll be here soon!"

Qingyan immediately collected the guzheng, opened the door, and saw Senior Sister Yingyue who hadn't seen her for a month.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion of being light-faced. I haven't seen it for a month. Ying Yue has become a bit stronger.

"Are you playing the piano?"

"Play Guzheng!" Qingyan corrected.

"It's all the same!" Yingyue asked indifferently, waved her hand, "I heard, today you went to practice the ventricle?"

"Even you know?"

They all say that good things do not go out, and bad things spread for thousands of miles, but Chen Hao never expected that things could spread so quickly.

"Understood, the blood evil sect has spread all over the world. In the past month or so, you have been the most popular among the blood evil sect disciples, don’t you know? Many disciples in the sect, I heard that you were accepted as a named disciple by Master , I don’t know how jealous they are, they are eager for you to stumble... but you really do stumble!" Ying Yue said helplessly, "I just discussed with an elder’s personal disciple, and he told me that he would also denounce you. One meal, saying that you have lost the face of Master!"

Qingyan knew that this was because she was too high-profile some time ago.

Nie Liqun has a high position in the Blood Demon Sect. I don't know how many Blood Demon Sect disciples dream of becoming his disciples.

Even a named disciple!

"Sister Yingyue won the competition, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Guess it!"

"The guy's mouth was too stinky. When I was angry, I beat him again!" Ying Yue looked at Qingyan and said seriously, "Qingyan, Master Master should know about this soon. , I hope you can quickly get through the trial of refining the ventricle!"

"I will try my best!"

Qingyan didn't dare to say the whole story.

Before entering the ventricle, she may also confidently say "no problem", but after coming out of the ventricle...

"You have to show up a little bit of courage, light face!"

Qingyan looked at Senior Sister Yingyue who was tall and magnificent in front of her, she couldn't show any boldness.

"Sister Yingyue, why do you want to become stronger?"

"I just want to be the strongest one!" Ying Yue stretched out an arm that was thicker than Qingyan's thigh, and the muscles on her arm were bulging, and the terrible muscle lumps were about to break the warrior suit. "The strongest warrior, do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Qingyan nodded.

But this is not her inner desire.

"Come on, I am waiting for your good news!"

After Ying Yue left, the thought of playing the guzheng lightly disappeared. She walked out of the attic and wandered aimlessly in the Blood Hand Hall. Then she saw the busy squatting in the garden holding a small hoe, thank you old.

"Thank you old man?"

"What's the matter?"