A certain inn.

Looking at the old face of the Sword Saint, Xue Xinluo couldn't help but burst into tears.

She shouted at the crowd angrily:

"Why, why didn't you tell me earlier that he was dead!"

"If I had known this, how could I not have come out?"

"Why, why? Why!"

...

Xu Mochao and Wuming said nothing. Jian Chen finally couldn't help but speak when he heard this, "When we mentioned the Sword Saint, you were like crazy, what else do you say?"

Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing beside him, couldn't see it anymore, "That...aunt, you knocked me away before I could speak..."

"So what?" Miyamoto Yuriri took Miyamoto Musashi's collar and raised him high, "Will you beat me out and force me over?"

"That... Nie Jun and Wuming Jun... cough cough... have already done this... cough cough..."

"Will you be more ruthless when you attack? Beat me halfway and then come over. Wouldn't it be faster?"

"Ahem...I...ahm..."

Seeing Miyamoto Xueling bringing his nephew Miyamoto Musashi to his grandson, Xu Mochao said to Wuming, "What are you like, senior, am I right?"

Wuming was speechless, "Fortunately I didn't bet five taels of silver with you."

"What are you talking about?"

Xiao Xiao asked curiously when he heard the conversation between the two.

Xu Mochao smiled slightly, "I bet with my senior that Xue Xinluo would definitely blame us for not beating her earlier after seeing the Sword Saint, but unfortunately the smart senior did not bet on this game with me."

Xiao Xiao: “…”

What are these and what!

By the way, don’t you understand the hearts of women?

Why do you guess so accurately at this time?

"Since he is dead, it's not interesting for me to live in this world." Xue Xinrao scolded Miyamoto Musashi so much that she was so angry that she let out a breath and finally threw him aside.

Miyamoto Musashi, who was gasping and coughing desperately, looked at the Sword Saint again and said without looking back, "Musashi, when I die, bury me and him together, otherwise I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"ah?!"

Miyamoto Musashi had a bitter face, don’t you, aunt?

With a bitter look on his face, he could only turn his eyes to Xu Mochao.

Xu Mochao was not used to her problem: "Hey! We brought you out not to let you and the Sword Saint be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same life!"

"Then what else do you want to do?"

Xue Xinluo looked at Xu Mochao vigilantly, "Don't think of separating us any longer."

This mentally retarded...

Judging from her appearance, Xu Mochao knew that this guy didn't listen to what he said to her in prison before.

"Okay, good guys do it to the end, I'll say it again." Xu Mochao cleared his throat, pointed at the sword saint who was lying in the coffin with ice spirit, "I have a way to resurrect him, but if you need your help, will you help?"

"help!"

To Xu Mochao's surprise, when he heard his words, Xue Xinluo did not say something like "You lie to me", "I don't believe it", "You get out", but directly spit out the word.

Seeing her eyes as round as an apricot, Xu Mochao was a little curious, "Do you believe me?"

Xue Xinluo withdrew his gaze from the Sword Saint, looked at Xu Mochao and said indifferently, "Although I don't know who you are, I know you won't lie to me."

"Why?"

Xiao Xiao couldn't help asking.

"Because there is no need for someone like him to take me out to cheat me."

You made sense, but I was speechless.

The problem is...

Girl, your IQ is normal, so why did you act like a mentally retarded just now?

"I am willing to do anything for him," Xue Xinluo continued, "Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will try it."

Everyone was touched by the deep feelings between the Sword Saint and Xue Xinluo, and only Xu Mochao snapped his fingers with a "splash":

"Then try."

“…”

The great resurrection technique requires 90% of the new sword saint's body, and store a green flute, a dragon vein, and a woman who loves the sword saint deeply.

Put the sword saint's body in the coffin, and the woman he loves deeply plays the flute for him, storm the dragon veins to subdue the power of sentient beings, and force his soul to return to his body, and then complete it.

"Did you understand?"

Xu Mochao briefly introduced the operation process and asked Xue Xinluo again.

Xue Xinluo held the spoils he got from Wei Chibing tightly and nodded, "I understand."

"Anyway, my ugly words are coming first: If you don't do what I say in a while, as long as you make a slight mistake, he will never have a chance to be resurrected!"

Hearing Xu Mochao's words, Xue Xinluo's body trembled again.

"Young Master, don't scare her..."

Xiao Xiao saw that Xue Xinluo's face, which was originally like an ice sculpture, turned three more white again under this situation, and his face showed an unbearable look.

"I'm telling the truth!" Xu Mochao said seriously, "Anyway, if the Sword Saint cannot survive, she will die with her. It doesn't matter whether she is scared or not."

It's true, but the question is, don't you look at the occasion when you speak?

Xiao Xiao wanted to say something else, but Xue Xinluo nodded slightly to Xu Mochao, "Jun Nie said it right. If the sword dies, I don't have to live alone. I hope Mr. Nie will bury us together at that time."

"This is simple, don't worry!"

Xu Mochao's chest slapped, "A real man, it's definitely!"

"In this way, I thanked Mr. Nie in advance."

Seeing Xue Xinluo bowing to Xu Mochao, Xiao Xiao didn't want to say anything anymore.

That's the saying:

I often feel out of place with you because I am not perverted enough.

"Senior, I'll leave the matter of the Dharma Protector to you."

"no problem."

Wuming said, then took out his erhu and walked outside the door to find a place to sit down.

Soon, the song "The Lonely Star" that he often played appeared outside the house.

OK, I know you're full of blood now.

Xu Mochao shrugged and turned to Xue Xinluo, "Let's start!"

Xue Xinluo nodded and looked at the Sword Saint put the flute next to his lips.

The melodious sound of flute sounds and the nameless erhu sounds are complementary.

Although Xiao Xiao, Jian Chen, Miyamoto Musashi were all very nervous at this moment, I still couldn't help but burst into tears when I heard the melodious sound of the erhu and flute.

They were involuntarily brought into the story of Wuming and Xue Xinluo.

They saw Wuming and Jieyu, Sword Saint and Xue Xinluo, two couples met, got to know each other, and fell in love.

Then I thought of my own love.

Miyamoto Musashi remembered the girl who had been silently following her more than 20 years ago. For the sake of Kendo, she blatantly rejected her even though she knew her intentions.

What Jian Chen thought of was that he was suffering and questioned when he poisoned Wuming.

Xiao Xiao originally thought that she would think of the scenes of Ye Chen's childhood sweetheart, but what came to her mind was the little things she had with Xu Mochao this year.

Why is this happening?

Xiao Xiao was stunned. Her knowledge of music theory was not bad.

Whether it is Wuming or Xue Xinluo, the songs they play reflect the love between men and women!

Since that's the case...why do I...

Could it be...

Xiao Xiao looked at Xu Mochao.

At this moment, Xu Mochao moved!

He held the dragon vein in his hand and drew it in the air. No one could understand what he was doing. Of course, in Xiao Xiao, Xu Mochao seemed to be outlining the curve of the cosine function...
To be continued...