I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Not only them, but everyone in the audience also started arguing about the name of the magic sword.

Although he couldn't hear clearly what they were discussing, Xiao Wuyou could tell that people's opinions were completely inconsistent.

Just now they were talking about the Great Dao Alliance, and now a group of people are arguing over the name of a sword.

It’s really strange, this sword is too evil!

Xiao Wuyou was a little confused for a moment.

You know what, from a different angle it really does look a bit like sugar cane...

What the hell! Was I brainwashed by Momo?!

Xiao Wuyou shook his head, shook off all distracting thoughts, turned around, and had to place his last hope on the young master.

"I wonder what the young master means?"

Upon hearing this, the young master looked deeply at the magic sword.

Those originally cold amber eyes gradually became tender like melting spring snow.

"No worries."

"Young Master?" Xiao Wuyou squeaked.

"I think this sword is like you." Bei Ming Long Yue unconsciously said what was in his mind.

"Glittering but not tacky, crystal clear but not fragile, seemingly elegant but sharp and tough..."

She was also like this when she first met Xiao Wuyou. She was stunned by Xiao Wuyou at first sight, not only because of his appearance, but also because of the indescribable spiritual energy in his eyes.

Xiao Wuyou, like the Glazed Sword, seems gentle, calm, and untainted by worldly disputes, but in fact he sees everything clearly. He obviously doesn't like to practice and fight, but he always draws his sword to protect the people he cherishes and sticks to his own heart of Tao.

Colored glass is fragile, but its brilliance is so dazzling.

"So, I like it very much."

After these words were spoken, Bei Ming Long Yue was stunned and realized that he had spoken out of turn.

When I looked up, I saw Liu Feiyan covering her face and staring at me, Su Lanyu smiled without saying a word, Tu Shan Momo was wagging her tail excitedly, and Ye Qingmeng had a playful look on his face.

Xiao Wuyou still had that gentle face as in the spring breeze, but there was an unconcealable smile in his eyes.

Bei Ming Long Yue was inexplicably nervous, her eyes dodged for a while, and her voice softened: "What do you think?"

"I love so much."

"......!" The fingertips of the young master's hand, which was about to reach out for the tea, suddenly trembled.

"I mean the name of the sword. I like the name given by the young master."

"...As long as you like it."

Bei Ming Long Yue seemed to calmly pick up the spiritual tea and put it to his lips, trying to hide his confusion.

But that pretty snow-white face was already stained with a faint blush.

To outsiders in the audience, the Sword Immortal Longyue was just naming his disciple's sword. Only Xiao Wuyou knew how adorable his little master was.

Moreover, Wuyou and Longyue, the Sword God and the Sword Immortal, are a pair, aren't they a perfect match?

"In that case, the name of this sword is..."

Unfortunately, before Xiao Wuyou could finish his words, he was hit by Liu Feiyan's punch.

When I looked back, I saw that the four girls had different expressions, but they all gave me sour looks.

Chapter 27: Drinking under the Moon

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"You don't like the name I gave you?"

"Brother Wuyou, you really do look down on me..."

"So what's wrong with sugar cane?!"

"Anyway, Wuyou is a good disciple who only cares about the Grandmaster. Sisters, please stop teasing him."

There is no way. Based on the principle that Taoist partners are like wings, Xiao Wuyou cannot be partial.

Finally, this peerless divine sword, which was made up of five divine swords and many rare treasures in the world, was named by Xiao Wuyou as Cang Tian Huang Duan Jin Mie Ren·Jiang Nan Yu·Da Bao Gan Ze·Lu Hun·Wu You.

Its external abbreviation is Wuyou Sword.

The whole place was filled with sounds of admiration, but one could obviously hear people saying different names.

No matter how good a banquet is, it must come to an end. The Divine Sword Ceremony came to an end. After the guests left one by one, Xiao Wuyou also stood up.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a soft hand silently grabbed his sleeve.

Looking back, I saw that the young master had lowered his eyelashes, as if trying to pretend to be calm as usual, but his long, white eyelashes were trembling slightly like snowflakes floating in the wind.

"That...night..."

"What happened last night?" Xiao Wuyou asked with deliberate malicious intent.

"......It's okay." The fair little hand gradually loosened.

But Xiao Wuyou did not give her that chance, and gently caught the fairy's hand when it was about to retract.

"That's perfect. I have something to ask Junior Grandmaster." Xiao Wuyou said happily.

"Hey, we're not shy tonight... um!"

Liu Feiyan and Su Lanyu, one holding the tail and the other covering the mouth, stopped the Fox Team from causing trouble and dragged Momo out together. Ye Qingmeng, leaving a meaningful look, followed closely behind.

No one could disturb the master and disciple anymore.

"Leave?" Xiao Wuyou asked softly.

The young master clenched his fingertips slightly, then nodded slightly: "Let's go."

The master and the disciple left the hall and then stepped straight into the sky.

The young master slowed down his pace, looked down at the night sky, and a look of enlightenment appeared in his eyes.

Since there was no rush anyway, Xiao Wuyou slowed down and strolled in the night mist with his junior master.

The Absolute Sword Sect was as quiet as a painting at night, but the lights were still on. The mist was like a fairyland, with towering mountains stretching endlessly. In the gaps between the clouds and mountains, sword energy or sword accidents occasionally emanated, stunning like a meteor for a moment, and then dissipated into nothingness, without any ripples.

"Do you like it?" a cold voice sounded suddenly.

Xiao Wuyou was slightly stunned, and then said as a matter of course: "I like it."

"That's good." Bei Ming Long Yue stroked his chest gently, feeling much more at ease.

She would never tell Xiao Wuyou that when she founded the Juejian Sect, she thought that if one day she was gone, there would at least be another sect to accompany Xiao Wuyou and make him less lonely.

"Young Grandmaster, what do you think of the Juejian Sect? Has it become what you like?" Xiao Wuyou turned his head and asked.

Bei Ming Long Yue couldn't answer for a moment.

She had never imagined that this sect would become so bustling, and that Xiao Wuyou would be able to thrive in it and become a sword god.

On the contrary, I have been secluded in the secret realm for many years, and I feel that the scenery before my eyes is so unfamiliar.

Bei Ming Long Yue thought about it seriously again, and then said vaguely: "I don't know."

"It's just that the Absolute Sword Sect is no longer the same as it was before."

"There are so many new faces and so many old friends have left... maybe I don't know as much about Juejian Sect as you do." Bei Ming Longyue shook his head helplessly.

"It doesn't matter."

"If you don't understand, why don't you let me take you around?" Xiao Wuyou's voice became a little higher, dispelling the depression in Bei Ming Longyue's heart.

"Not only the Juejian Sect, but also Tianhuo City, the East China Sea, the Demon Realm... Little Master, you don't know much about these places, right? It's just so happens that I can take you around to have fun." Xiao Wuyou's eyes lit up.

It has always been the little master who taught this and that. It is rare that there is something she doesn't understand, so Xiao Wuyou naturally wants to show off.

"I've been to some of these places." The young master pouted awkwardly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"I don't know you, little master? You just went there to do things, but you never had any fun, right? There's the Lantern Festival in Tianhuo City, the Coral Bay in Dragon Palace, the Peach Blossom Cake in the Demon Realm, and the Qing in the City That Never Sleeps..."

"What's green?" the young master asked curiously.

"Ahem, anyway, there are a lot of delicious and fun places." Xiao Wuyou quickly glanced past the bad things.

"We monks have such a long life span, and we spend most of our time traveling around. It's a pity to be in seclusion all the time!"

"I just wonder what Young Master thinks?" Xiao Wuyou looked over and asked cheerfully.

Under the clear night light, there are three thousand stars, but none of them is as bright as the smile of the young man in front of me.

The amber eyes, which were originally somewhat dim, were also stained with a layer of brilliance.

"Yes. I promise."

"That's settled, then."

The two of them passed through the clouds and returned to the familiar secret place. They walked on the moonlight and landed on the balcony on the second floor.

The secret realm was even quieter than the original night sky, free of all noise, as if it was a world that belonged only to the two of them.

They sat facing each other as usual.

"You said before that you had something to talk to me about?" The young master mentioned it casually, still not forgetting it.

Xiao Wuyou said without any shame: "Well, my job is to accompany you, Little Master."

Bei Ming Long Yue was a little embarrassed and annoyed at first, but when he saw the clear eyes of his disciple, he was speechless and could only hum softly in the end.

This lovely scene was of course within Xiao Wuyou's expectations.

In return, Xiao Wuyou prepared to make tea and pour water in a familiar manner.

"Wait, let's drink tonight."

The young master waved his hand, and a bottle of quaint and elegant fairy wine appeared on the table. On the bottle, a faint green light was seen flowing, entwined with an extraordinary Taoist rhyme.

Even Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "This wine is of high quality, isn't it?"

"The immortal wine of ten thousand years, given by an old friend." The young master paused and said with some emotion: "It was originally prepared for your wedding."

The fairy's eyes turned resentful: "Who would have thought that you would marry so many without realizing it..."

Xiao Wuyou scratched his head awkwardly.

This cannot be blamed on me. I can only say that when God wants to bestow a great mission on a person, he will surely have many fellow Taoists.

"This wine is so expensive, isn't it inappropriate to drink it like this?"

"Why not? Today is the day you named the sword, and it is also the day you became the leader of the Great Dao. It is a double happiness, so you should celebrate."

Although Xiao Wuyou really wanted to complain about the position of the Great Dao Leader, which sounded troublesome, he held back when he saw that the young master was quite interested, his eyes were lingering, and he even started to pour wine himself.

Apparently, this sword master rarely served others, so his movements were a little unfamiliar.

She didn't notice at all that the silver thread was hanging down, like a ray of bright moon reflected in the wine in the glass, causing shallow ripples.

But Xiao Wuyou noticed it.

So he decisively picked up the cup that had contained the moonlight.

Chapter 28 It's All Your Fault

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They gently clinked their glasses and sipped the fine wine.

After all, it was a thousand-year-old immortal wine, of higher quality than any immortal wine Xiao Wuyou had tasted before, and it was mellow and fragrant when it went down his throat.

The hot Dao rhythm flowed through his body. Even though he tried to dispel the effects of the alcohol, he still felt his heart and soul stirring, and he couldn't help but indulge in this wonderful taste.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but even the young master’s eyes became a little blurry after taking a sip of the immortal wine.

"Can you bear it?" The young master looked at her straightly, and there was a concern that belonged only to her in her cold tone.

"Young Master, I'm not a child anymore. Even if we put aside my luck, I have already reached the level of a Spiritual Transformation. I won't get drunk after one or two glasses of wine, right?" Xiao Wuyou shrugged, indicating that he was fine.

"That's good." The young master took another sip, his amber eyes becoming more blurry.

Bei Ming Long Yue has never liked drinking. Drunk people always behave ugly without realizing it, which ruins the image they have accumulated in their daily lives.

But it’s not a bad idea to have a drink occasionally with close people.

"Unconsciously, you have grown to this point." Bei Ming Long Yue looked at the bright moon in the night and suddenly felt inspired.