One person: I will give you one of the Shining Fruits.

Chapter 403: The Demonic Sword of the Foot Basin Chicken?

The night breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

Xiao Muyang lay quietly on the extremely familiar wooden bed, staring at the two energy pillars of different sizes in his mind.

The first smaller energy column had been full for some time, and through it, Xiao Muyang successfully exchanged for a new ability.

However, now, Xiao Muyang's mind is more focused on the larger energy column.

He slowly closed his eyes and focused all his thoughts on the large energy column deep in his mind that was almost at the top.

Judging from the current situation, it will only take about another month for this energy column to be fully charged.

But when it is really full of energy, what will it bring him?

Is it a power beyond imagination? Or?

Xiao Muyang pondered for a long time, but still seemed to have no clue.

Unable to figure out the reason, Xiao Muyang had to put aside these chaotic thoughts for the time being.

As he relaxed his body and mind, it didn't take long before he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

As for whether there are immortals in this world, Xiao Muyang already had a plan in mind.

He decided to wait for the day when the large energy column was fully filled with energy.

He will go to Mount Longhu.

Perhaps in Tianshidu, he can learn more about the truth about immortals.

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In this way, Xiao Muyang quietly accompanied Uncle Jiu and several other elderly people on the mountain, and spent more than half a month of leisure time together.

During these days, he seemed to have completely escaped the hustle and bustle of the city and the complicated troubles, and devoted himself completely to this peaceful and comfortable life.

Over the past half month, Xiao Muyang would sometimes enthusiastically tinker with his newly acquired abilities, and would also stay by the side of Uncle Jiu and the others, taking care of their daily lives and diets.

As time passed, dawn broke the next day.

Xiao Muyang brought Li Xiaoxiao and other people of the same age to Shenzhen.

He first took Li Xiaoxiao, Tie Niu and others out for a good day, and after a few big meals, he took them to a large supermarket and carefully selected a variety of easy-to-chew and nutritious foods.

Then, they went to several stores and purchased many practical daily necessities, ranging from soft and comfortable quilts to exquisite and durable tableware.

Finally, all the purchased supplies were carefully packed and entrusted to Li Xiaoxiao and others to take back to the mountain.

Looking at the full package, Xiao Muyang felt extremely happy.

Because he knew that these things would greatly improve the daily living conditions of Uncle Jiu and his companions.

When the people sent by Liao Zhong sent Li Xiaoxiao and others back to Luofu, night had already fallen quietly.

Although Xiao Muyang felt a little tired at this time, he was in a particularly good mood.

Just as he returned to his residence in Shenzhen, before he had time to sit down on the sofa, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Jingle Bell--

Taking out his cell phone and looking at the incoming call notification, Xiao Muyang frowned slightly and picked up the call:

"Director Zhao? What's the matter?"

"Mu Yang, how was your rest over the past half month?" Zhao Fangxu's gentle voice came from the phone.

"It would be even better if I didn't have your call..."

On the other end, Zhao Fangxu laughed awkwardly and said, "Muyang, something tricky happened in the Northeast today, otherwise I wouldn't have called you while you were on vacation."

"Northeast? Difficult?" Xiao Muyang raised his eyebrows and said to the phone: "Just tell me, Mr. Zhao, what is the mission?"

"If everyone in the company was as conscious as you, I wouldn't have to be so tired as a leader..."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, let's get straight to the point, okay?"

"Um... Mu Yang, have you heard of the demon sword Hirumaru?"

"Demon sword? Hirudo? What the hell is that?"

When Xiao Muyang heard this word, he had a slight impression, but not much.

Just as Xiao Muyang was thinking about his memory, Zhao Fangxu directly told him the origin of the leech pill.

......

In Jiaobenji, there is a famous demon sword - Hirumaru.

Legend has it that the swordsmith of this magic sword has shown an extraordinary obsession and love for swordsmanship since he was a child.

Although he was born into a sword-making family, this sword-making master's talent in swordsmanship is truly amazing.

Whenever a swordsman came to him to customize a sword, he would always humbly ask them for one or two exquisite sword techniques.

Day after day, year after year, he not only inherited the exquisite sword-making skills handed down from generation to generation in his family, but also held the sharp sword he carefully forged in his hands, constantly honing and improving his swordsmanship.

The years passed quickly, and neither the experienced swordsmiths, nor the many swordsmen who had come to ask for advice, nor even himself, noticed it.

A "monster" in the field of swordsmanship has been quietly born.

As time went by, the swordsmith gradually felt that his swordsmanship seemed to have reached a bottleneck that was difficult to break through.

In order to seek a higher level of swordsmanship, he resolutely embarked on the journey of going out to seek advice.

At first, he humbly thought that he was just a novice swordsman who had only practiced for about ten and a half years. The main purpose of this trip was to gain knowledge and humbly ask for advice from various masters.

But when he actually walked out of the house and experienced one fierce battle after another, he was shocked to find that the strength of many so-called famous swordsmen in the outside world was far inferior to his own!

In that turbulent era, an unknown newcomer defeated one swordsman after another with his amazing strength.

This person's sudden appearance was like a shining meteor across the sky, instantly breaking the originally peaceful situation in the world.

After hearing this, the swordsmen of Jiaobenji were shocked but also filled with anger and fear.

They realized that this mysterious newcomer had threatened their position and reputation in the kendo world.

As a result, these usually arrogant and conceited swordsmen put aside their prejudices and began to work together to discuss countermeasures.

After some secret planning, this group of swordsmen set numerous traps and laid a tight net, waiting for the young swordsmith to take the bait.

Finally, in a seemingly ordinary competition, the swordsmith accidentally fell into a trap carefully designed by the powerful swordsmen.

Although he fought hard, he was outnumbered and unable to turn the tide.

In the end, this swordsmith who could have become a legend died with hatred in his heart.

However, what was unexpected was that just as he took his last breath.

His soul, filled with resentment and unwillingness, actually separated from his body and attached itself to the sword that he regarded as his life.