After Xu Shenxing came back, the daily life of Sakura Apartments returned to normal.
However, Qin Xingyan had an extra job — she needed to teach Chihaya Fukayama, the new tenant, Chinese.
As for why it was her and not Xu Shenxing or Mo Li, who had a better relationship with Chihaya, the reason was very simple. Whether it was Xu Shenxing or Mo Li, they both had their own translation mechanisms, so there was no way for them to teach Chinese …
It was worth mentioning that Qin Xingyan seemed to have experienced some strange adventures during this period of time, but because it had nothing to do with Xu Shenxing, we didn't care about it for the time being.
After a few days of this kind of life, Xiao Zhengyi came to the door with the broken sword.
"You're saying that there's a ghost that wants to take over this thing, but after you taught it a lesson, it became autistic and refuses to come out?"
Xu Shenxing shook the sword hilt in his hand and didn't feel like there was anything special about it.
"That's right … By the way, you have a new tenant here?" Xiao Zhengyi looked at Chihaya Fukayama, who was struggling to speak Chinese with Mo Li, and asked curiously.
The girl was dressed casually, and her long black hair was tied into a ponytail. Coupled with the somewhat distressed expression on her face, she gave off the feeling of a delicate beauty.
"The new tenant was attracted by the excellent service and living environment of our Sakura Apartments. He came all the way here to stay."
Xu Shenxing had a smug look on his face.
"Excellent service and living environment?" Xiao Zhengyi looked at Chihaya, who had just cleaned the room and was covered in dust. He then looked at the faintly visible cracks on the walls and the appliances that didn't look out of place even if they were antiques. He repeated in a rather skeptical tone.
"Ahem, let's continue to talk about the ghost in this thing."
Xu Shenxing coughed dryly and dragged the topic back to the hilt in his hand. "So, why did you bring this thing to me?"
"I heard from the director that the Spirit Qi in my house is too abundant. That's why demons were born. So I thought that if this thing continued to stay in my house, who knows when the thing inside would recover its strength and kill me … "
"Alright, in any case, let's call out the thing inside and see what it is."
Xiao Zhengyi's intention was to put this thing in Xu Shenxing's Sakura Apartment, and let Xu Shenxing personally look after it.
However, Xu Shenxing felt that it was not very safe. After all, the four residents of Sakura Suites were quite powerful. Even the weakest, Chihaya Fukayama, had the power of a god's position to protect her. If they attacked her, they would be punished by the heavens.
But don't forget that there was still Song Yu, an ordinary person who often went in and out of Sakura's apartment. If Song Yu was accidentally hurt by this thing one day, it would be awkward.
"How do you plan to get the thing out?" Xiao Zhengyi asked curiously.
"Break it open?" Xu Shenxing answered uncertainly.
"…"
Well, from Xiao Zhengyi's expression, he didn't seem to think that this was a good idea.
Therefore, Xu Shenxing could only ask the expert in this field, Qin Xingyan, to help.
Qin Xingyan also didn't insult the expert's name. After using a bunch of terms to make the two men confused, he used the chopstick-sized flying sword to lightly knock on the sword hilt. A pearl-colored translucent mist floated out of the broken sword and finally formed the appearance of a person.
After realizing that it was being watched, the figure immediately put on a serious look.
"I am the sword spirit of the Yuanrong Sword! This time, I came to … "
Without waiting for it to finish, the three people below started whispering to each other.
"That … Big Sister Qin Xingyan, what do you think?" Xiao Zhengyi asked in a low voice.
"Although it is indeed a sword spirit, it still feels a bit strange …" Qin Xingyan was thinking about something with a suspicious look on his face.
"How about we beat it up first?" Xu Shenxing suggested as usual.
"Good idea!" "Remember to keep it alive."
The result was unexpectedly unanimously agreed.
Three seconds later, the sword spirit was once again reminded of the horror of the outside world and the fear of being dominated by human violence …
However, Qin Xingyan had already put a talisman on the broken sword, making it impossible for it to retract the broken sword.
"What do you want?" It could only ask them while trembling.
"Anyway, explain your situation first." Xiao Zhengyi raised his hand and asked first.
"Then we have to start from more than two thousand years ago …"
"Please simplify it to less than three hundred words."
Xiao Zhengyi immediately added, "I don't want to help the author who updates so slowly."
"…"
— — Dividing Line — —
A long time ago, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan opened a furnace and forged three divine swords.
Although they were not as good as the Xuanyuan Sword, these three swords were born with sword spirits because the Yellow Emperor used his divine blood to temper them.
The Yuanrong Sword and the Emperor's Sword were a pair. As a single dog, the Prime Minister's Sword silently left and was lost until it became Zhuge Kongming's sword.
As divine swords, the Yuanrong Sword and the Emperor's Sword both had extraordinary power, but they reinforced and restrained each other's power.
When the Emperor's Sword's owner, Xiang Yu, was trapped by the Yuanrong Sword's owner, Han Xin, he committed suicide in the Wu River. Xiang Yu's soaring resentment infected the Emperor's Sword. To prevent the Emperor's Sword from going out of control, the Yuanrong Sword could only choose to die together with Xiang Yu.
This was also the reason why Han Xin, who lost the protection of the Yuanrong Sword, died in the clock room of Changle Palace.
However, in these two thousand years, the Divine Continent flowed with blood. Countless dynasties rose and fell. The resentment of the world accumulated and was absorbed by the Emperor's Sword that was deeply sealed underground.
In the end, the Emperor broke out of the seal and disappeared. The extremely weak Yuanrong Sword could only stay quietly in the rock, waiting for a new owner to come and stop the Emperor's Sword from going berserk. In the end, it was dug away along with the rock at dawn … …
— — Dividing Line — —
After a moment of silence, Xiao Zhengyi said seriously.
"The word count is over three hundred."
"You're focusing on the wrong thing! And the silence just now was just a count! "The Yuanrong Sword's spirit was shocked.
"Okay, I'm not kidding." Xiao Zhengyi shrugged. "According to what you said, shouldn't I be the so-called Yuanrong Sword's owner?"
"I don't think breaking and pulling out the sword are the same … …"
Qin Xingyan also joined the discussion. "Senior Xu, aren't you going to say something?"
Xu Shenxing touched his chin and then asked seriously, "I'm hungry. Is dinner not ready yet?"
"… …"
Realizing that the others were looking at him speechlessly, Xu Shenxing laughed dryly and scratched his head. "Actually, it's nothing much, right? The key is the Emperor's Sword. When it causes trouble, we can just go over and kill it, right? "
Qin Xingyan and Xiao Zhengyi subconsciously wanted to refute, but thinking carefully … …
Damn, what you said made sense. We were speechless.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
