Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1329 I wonder if you can give up your love
Su Fan stood up from the ground and opened the door of the guest room.

"Squeak..."

The door hinge hummed softly, and warm yellow candlelight poured out, illuminating two beautiful figures outside the door.

The junior sister was wearing a goose yellow skirt and the silver bells in her hair swayed slightly with her movements. At this moment, she was standing on tiptoe holding a gold-painted teapot. The spiritual mist rising from the spout of the teapot condensed into the shadow of a swimming dragon in the twilight.

Senior Sister Bingli was wearing a moon-white dress with wide sleeves. On the cloud-patterned tea tray in her arms, emerald cakes and white jade pastries were shining brightly in the sunset glow, like crushed moonlight.

"Senior, this is the spiritual tea I got from my ancestor at home, and I thought I'd let you have a taste..."

When Su Fan met such a familiar girl, what else could he say but to let them in.

The two of them entered the guest room and began to clumsily make tea for Su Fan.

Seeing their clumsy appearance, I guessed that they had never done any work at home, so I took the teapot and tea set.

Su Fan brewed a pot of spiritual tea and then poured a cup for them.

They didn't have much in common, so the atmosphere in the room was quite depressing for a while.

Su Fan and his junior sister were fine, but Senior Sister Bingli was a bit embarrassed.

She lowered her head and said nothing. The tips of her ears were red, and even her neck was faintly crimson. However, she still pretended to be calm as she sipped the spiritual tea. The shadows cast by her eyelashes under her eyes trembled slightly.

"Senior, which sect are you from..." The little sister asked impatiently, with curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"Rogue cultivator..."

"Are you a swordsman?"

"no……"

"So you are a physical practitioner..."

"I am a demon cultivator..."

"Wow... I haven't seen a demon cultivator before, so what sect are you practicing..."

The junior sister is indeed a social expert. She keeps asking various questions and doesn’t feel embarrassed at all.

Su Fan dealt with the awkward conversation between the two with a few words, knowing that the two were still unwilling to give up.

But he didn't take it seriously. When he met the ancestor of Senior Sister Bingli's family, the other party would definitely see through his identity.

In the next two days, Junior Sister and Senior Sister Bingli would come over to sit and chat with Su Fan.

Although Su Fan felt very uncomfortable, he couldn't say anything after all he was living in someone else's place.

Finally, two days later, Su Fan, who was sitting cross-legged in the guest room, sensed a powerful aura flooding the entire courtyard like a tide.

A white-haired old man appeared in the courtyard, and his powerful aura caused ripples in the surrounding space.

Su Fan hurriedly walked out of the guest room and bowed deeply to the other party.

"Junior, I pay my respects to the Divine Lord..."

When Su Fan saluted, he clearly felt the old man's hawk-like gaze sweeping over his body. That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his skin and reach deep into his soul.

"It's you, kid. Why haven't you left yet..."

The old man's voice was like a loud bell, carrying three parts of pressure and seven parts of doubt, and the old voice echoed in the house.

Su Fan had already expected that he couldn't hide it from the other party, so he didn't care much.

"The secret technique I used had serious side effects, so I found a place in the Tongtian Grand Canyon to heal my wounds. I have just recovered in the past two days..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Fan keenly caught the rapid breathing of Junior Sister and Senior Sister Bingli. Especially Senior Sister Bingli, the tips of her ears burned red, even her neck was faintly crimson, and her hands unconsciously clenched her sleeves.

Don’t be fooled by the Junior Sister’s loud noise. She is actually more curious about this big devil.

But Senior Sister Bingli is different, she is more sultry, and although she looks reserved on weekdays, she actually has more inner drama.

After Su Fan admitted his identity, her eyes never left the big devil.

The ancestor of Senior Sister Bingli’s family laughed and waved at Su Fan.

"Let's sit down..."

Su Fan sat opposite the other person, and the two girls clumsily brewed a pot of spiritual tea for them.

"I heard from Bingli that you have an ancient sword and wanted me to help you study it..."

After hearing this, Su Fan quickly took out the "Demon-Slaying Sword" from his ring and placed it horizontally in front of the opponent.

Seeing the dark golden lines flowing on this pitch-black sword, the demonic energy and sword intent intertwined into whirlpools.

The old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and his skinny fingers almost trembled as he took the sword. He stroked the ancient runes on the sword's spine and let out a suppressed exclamation from his throat.

His greatest hobby is collecting various ancient magic weapons. He has been immersed in this for thousands of years, and there are hundreds of various ancient treasures collected in his secret library.

When he saw the pitch-black sword in front of him, he immediately became alert and took it in his hand to examine it carefully.

After a long while, the other party reluctantly put down the sword.

"This sword of yours should also be left behind from the upper realm..."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Su Fan and continued, "Boy, are you selling this sword? You can name your price..."

Su Fan shook his head and declined, "This sword has been with me for hundreds of years..."

After hearing this, the other party sighed, then took out a broken sword from the ring and handed it to Su Fan.

"This is a broken sword I collected, but compared to your sword, its quality is indeed a little worse..."

When Su Fan saw the broken sword, his eyes suddenly lit up.

When he first saw the "Demon-Slaying Sword" in Shaoyang Market, it was almost the same as this broken sword.

As Su Fan used this sword to kill countless demons, the "Demon-Slaying Sword" slowly became its current appearance.

He took the broken sword from the other person and examined it carefully in his hand.

"Senior, when I first encountered this sword, its appearance was similar to this broken sword. Later, I used this sword to kill many demons and monsters, and the appearance of this sword became what it is now..."

After hearing Su Fan's words, the other party frowned and thought for a while.

"That's right. I read a passage in an ancient book. It is said that there was a tragic war between the human race and the demon race in several major worlds. At that time, the human race was not strong enough to resist the offensive of the demon race, so they asked for help from the human race in the upper world and received support from the big bosses of the human race in the upper world..."

Having said that, the other party picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"When this sword is used against demons, does it have a significant increase in power?"

Su Fan didn't expect to hear such a classic story from the other party today. He immediately became excited.

"No wonder. I have searched through ancient books on the runes on this sword, but I have never seen anything similar..."

The old man laughed and said, "Not only the runes on the sword, but even the material of this broken sword, I have never seen it in this realm..."

After hearing what the other party said, Su Fan smiled and said, "I wonder if you would like to give up this broken sword, Senior..."

(End of this chapter)