Chapter 2388: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 31
Lingxu Zhenren finally got rid of the fog that had clouded his mind. He recalled how he had listened to one side and believed it, how he had treated his most outstanding disciple harshly, and how he had pushed Wulai Peak into the abyss step by step...
He looked at Xie Qingmo behind Jinchen.
"Qing Mo...it's my fault, Master..."
Xie Qingmo stood behind Jinchen, unconsciously stroking the hilt of the sword in his hand.
"You are too kind, the past is over, there is no need to mention it again."
Master Lingxu was filled with grief and wanted to say something, but Jinchen had already pulled Xie Qingmo away.
"Xie Qingmo, let's go, I'm very tired."
Just now, Jinchen forcibly set up a sword barrier to isolate the outside world, and also fought against the protagonist of the Heavenly Dao, and peeled off the fragments of the divine gold alive. At this moment, he finally showed some signs of fatigue.
Xie Qingmo suddenly noticed the wet mark on the dark fabric of Jinchen's left shoulder. If you didn't look closely, it almost blended into the color of the clothes.
"Jinchen!" Xie Qingmo's heart tightened. He took a step forward, his slender fingers trembling slightly, and gently pressed on the dark color, "Are you injured?"
Jinchen was moving his shoulders. He was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it. The slight pain caused by the skin injury was insignificant to him.
But when he looked up and met Xie Qingmo's eyes full of worry...
"hiss."
Jinchen immediately gasped and fell into Xie Qingmo's arms, resting his forehead on the crook of Xie Qingmo's neck, absorbing the fresh and clean breath from his body.
"Yeah...Xie Qingmo, it hurts."
Xie Qingmo was startled and subconsciously embraced her. When his fingertips touched the wet mark, he felt it was hotter than a soldering iron.
He frowned, "Don't move, let me see."
There happened to be a medical disciple from Danxia Peak nearby who was attracted by the commotion here.
The medical disciple recognized Xie Qingmo and was even more in awe of this sword spirit master who could transform. He quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Let me take a look at you, sword spirit master?"
Xie Qingmo slightly turned sideways to move Jinchen, who was leaning on his arms, away.
The medical disciple carefully mobilized the gentle healing spiritual power, trying to penetrate the wound on Jinchen's shoulder.
However, as soon as the spiritual power touched Jinchen's wound, it dissipated into nothingness, and even the superficial injuries were not healed at all.
The medical disciple had sweat on his forehead and tried several more times, but all in vain.
He withdrew his hand awkwardly and said respectfully to Xie Qingmo: "Master Sword Spirit has a special physique, not a flesh and blood body. The healing methods of cultivators like us... seem to be ineffective on him."
"Perhaps...perhaps I should look for the Grand Master of Weapon Cultivation. I heard that the old ancestor of Weapon Peak, who had been in seclusion for many years, just came out a few days ago. He has a wide range of knowledge. Maybe..."
Xie Qingmo didn't hesitate any longer. He held Jinchen, who was still groaning "weakly", in his arms and nodded slightly to the medical disciple: "Thank you."
Then, he lowered his head and spoke softly, "Let's go to Qifeng and take a look."
Jinchen thought about it and sat up straight, "Actually, there's no need..."
"Okay, okay, go ahead."
Seeing that Xie Qingmo was really worried, Jinchen immediately cooperated and rubbed his face against his neck again.
Deep in the Qi Peak, there is a room filled with all kinds of strange parts and semi-finished magical instruments.
An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a gray cloth robe stained with oil and sparks, and with a few streaks of black dust on his face, was sticking his butt out in front of a half-man-high refining furnace, fiddling with something and cursing at the furnace temperature because the furnace was not hot enough.
"Junior thanks Qingmo and pays respect to Grandmaster Lu."
Xie Qingmo stood at the door and bowed respectfully to the busy figure.
The cold voice sounded particularly clear in this noisy environment.
Hearing the sound, the old man slowly straightened up and turned around.
He squinted his eyes, which were a little red from the smoke from the fire, looked up and down at Xie Qingmo and Jinchen beside him, and raised his gray eyebrows.
"Oh, I recognize you. You're the genius swordsman who's been making a lot of noise lately, Xie Qingmo, right? What do you want from me, an old man?"
"Let me make it clear first. I, an old man, don't take on big jobs recently. I just got out of quarantine and I'm exhausted!"
Xie Qingmo offered the Chen Sword with both hands, "My sword is damaged, please take a look, Master."
"Tsk, sword?" Master Lu took the Chen sword and his movements were not slow.
He squinted his presbyopic eyes, and rubbed the cold sword back and forth with his rough fingers. He looked at it over and over again, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter.
"Where is it? Where is it damaged? I think it's fine, old man. Are you kidding me?"
Xie Qingmo took a step forward and tapped the small dark indentation on the sword's spine near the guard.
“Here.”
Master Lu moved closer, almost putting his nose against the sword, and squinted his eyes to look at it for a long time.
He suddenly raised his head and stared at Xie Qingmo with wide eyes, "That's it? It's just a sesame seed and mung bean! Is this little bit of damage worth you coming here to find it, you sword cultivators..."
Master Lu was so angry that his beard stood up and he was about to throw the sword back.
Xie Qingmo flicked his hand and placed the compelling high-quality spirit stone on the wooden table piled with tools.
Master Lu: “…”
Master Lu's words got stuck in his throat when he was about to curse.
He stared at the spirit stones, his beard no longer curled up, and he coughed dryly. He picked up the Chen sword again, put it in front of his eyes, looked at the small dent carefully for a long time, and nodded seriously.
"Hmm... Hmm! I was just too blind. This is an ancient spiritual sword. The sword body is perfectly formed by nature. The slightest damage may affect its original spirituality and even endanger the safety of the sword spirit! Don't be careless! Don't be careless!"
As he spoke, he swept the spirit stones on the table into his greasy sleeve pocket.
"Thank you, Master." Xie Qingmo nodded.
Master Lu immediately turned around and started rummaging through the pile of tools, making a series of clanging sounds.
He took out some small and precise tools to repair the dents, muttering, "Young people nowadays really treasure their swords."
Jinchen closed his eyes, leaning lazily in Xie Qingmo's arms and dozing off, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
The repair process was very quick, and for someone of Master Lu's level, it was really just a piece of cake.
He returned the perfectly repaired Chen Sword to Xie Qingmo, "Okay, it's perfect, keep your sword spirit comfortable."
"Thank you, Master." Xie Qingmo took the sword, saluted again, and turned around with Jinchen to leave the workshop filled with the smell of metal.
Watching the figures, one white and one dark, disappear at the door, Master Lu scratched his greasy and tangled gray hair, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.
He walked out of the workshop and saw several disciples from Qifeng sorting out ores in the courtyard. He couldn't help but ask loudly, "Hey, what do you think is going on in this world? Those sword cultivators are protecting their swords like their own eyes."
A disciple looked up and asked curiously, "Master, who are you talking about?"
"Who else could it be? Wu Lai... Oh, it must be Xie Qingmo, the swordsman from Tianshan Peak!" Master Lu muttered unhappily, "His sword is a good one, and the sword spirit is also rare, but that injury..."
Before he finished speaking, the disciples showed understanding expressions and laughed:
"Oh, it's Senior Brother Qing Mo!"
"That's not surprising!"
"Master, you have been in seclusion for too long. You don't know that Senior Brother is famous for his natal sword and sword spirit. Tsk tsk, he is inseparable from them."
The disciples were talking at once, as if it was normal.
Master Lu scratched his sparse head in confusion, looked in the direction where Xie Qingmo left, put his hands behind his back, muttered something strange, and went back into his pile of tools.
