Chapter 1733 The Sword Ancestor is for me and forgot his home.

This sound...

The voice seemed quite old.

But it is full of energy, strong and penetrating.

Xu Xiaoshou had never heard of this sound in the past, and he did not know the master of the sound at all.

But that tone...

"Who dares to call Hua Weiyang's name like this? Is this his master, that's..."

When Xu Xiaoshou thought of this, his heart was a little hot.

He didn't expect to see the sword ancestor in such a special way?

And although it is a bit outrageous to say this, just listening to the sound does not look like a bad ancestor, or an ordinary old man?

At least it doesn’t give people a kind of evil god, ghost ancestor, or something like that, but it feels gloomy when you hear the name.

“The wooden house…”

The wooden house looks normal.

It doesn’t look like the 33rd heaven of the god’s ruins, and the ghost on the throne of the god.

It's not serious at all, it's like a school. What if the old man teaches swords in a wooden house, can he listen to it?

Rush and rub!

Xu Xiaoshou's pace was speeding up, chewing the dead grass in his mouth, grabbing the peach branches around his waist, and jogging towards the wooden house.

Sword God, I'm here!

Wait for me, wait for me to arrive, and then class starts!

...

"Pu"

With one step, I climbed over the yellow wooden fence that could only block chickens and ducks. Before I could rush inside, I felt someone pulling the cuffs.

"Senior Brother Weiyang!"

A low cry sounded in my ears.

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head suddenly, his eyes drenched for a few moments. The portraits overlapped for a while before a very anxious face condensed.

His facial features are extremely three-dimensional and very handsome. He looks about in his twenties, wearing a white robe, making his figure look very upright.

"Senior Brother Weiyang, you ran to drink again!"

"Your smell of alcohol and this vulgar rouge... Yes, where did you come out?"

"Just go to see Master like this, you are looking for a blow, right?"

The man in white cursed and felt a sense of regret, as if he was the master of the family, and the one who was calling people in the wooden house was insignificant.

Weiyang...Senior Brother...

Xu Xiaoshou was temporarily stunned.

But he reacted very quickly, and immediately realized something and pointed his hand at himself.

"I?"

Qi rises from the stomach.

As soon as he blurted out, Xu Xiaoshou's Adam's apple rolled away and burped that almost made him faint.

After a tugging, his stomach became cramped, and his feet became weak and he was slapped in front of him.

"Hao—"

The man in white vomited numbness on him, and his white clothes were even more dyed with yellow shit, and his face turned blue and white.

He finally sighed and pulled out a water bag from his waist, "You rinse your mouth first, Senior Brother Weiyang, you are so disgusting..."

nausea……

No, the point is...

I became Hua Weiyang?!

After Xu Xiaoshou vomited, he felt much more comfortable.

He was sober, he was vomiting rationally, and he found that he seemed to have been substituted for Hua Weiyang and jumped into his childhood memories?

Wow ~

Shen Yi had a stick, where did he stab it? How did this happen?

Calm, calm down, don't be too excited. Even if this is the origin of history, it's no big deal...

After wiping your mouth, raise your head.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were clear for a while, and shadows were repeated for a while, as if he was switching back and forth between himself and Hua Weiyang.

He then carefully looked at the person in front of him with his perception...

Don't know each other!

Yes, people from the Hua Weiyang era and people from the Sword God era, how could I know them?

"Who are you?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked directly.

The man in white is also a strong man. While supporting his senior brother to walk to the well, he blurted out:

"My father!"

Bang!

Xu Xiao was slapped and shouted over.

The man in white staggered and fell a few steps, but he only dared to cover half of his swollen and red marks, and walked back embarrassedly to support his senior brother and said:

"Senior brother is still awake. I just tried it, try..."

"Who are you?" Xu Xiaoshou was half drunk.

"Me, Xiaoxue!" The man patted his chest, feeling sad and angry, "Senior brother, are you really drunk or pretending to be drunk!"

"Xiaoxue...Fengchengxue?"

Click!

The man in white stopped and his body froze when he heard the sound.

wrong.

You have a story!

Xu Xiaoshou is not Hua Weiyang, and he has never been drunk. He could see the embarrassment that surged from the man in front of him, but he still asked:

"Fengchengxue, who is Feng Wuhen you are?"

Feng Chengxue, a man in white, was stunned for a long time. He stared at his senior brother, as if he was identifying something.

He sighed last, just like he hadn't had an attack before, just said:

"Senior Brother Weiyang, don't make me happy."

"I have long left the Feng family. Master's swordsmanship is the swordsmanship I really yearn for. My father and his Feng family have no connection..."

So Feng Chengxue is Feng Wuhen’s son?

So after he worshipped under the Sword God's seat, he claimed to be "Chengxue" and took off the "wind"?

Xu Xiaoshou felt thoughtful.

The two of them came to the well and caught a bucket of water.

Xu Xiaoshou never washed his face, but Feng Chengxue thought it was dirty, so he took off his clothes and started rubbing it.

But the yellow shit sticks to his body and it really can't be washed away. He quickly gave up and collapsed on the wooden bench weakly, with his feet wide open: "I'm done..."

"Yes, you not only vomited, you also vomited yourself."

Xu Xiaoshou stabbed him with a word, causing Feng Chengxue to break the defense on the spot, "You are the senior brother, you vomited. I have never been to that kind of place. Master will not believe your nonsense!"

This person is so lively.

He was almost so angry that he was about to jump.

Such a pure person was killed by his senior brother or junior brother with one sword. The only thing that was passed down to future generations was a tombstone and a famous sword?

The heavy and desolate feeling that originated from history made Xu Xiaoshou sigh, but it was just a sigh... He asked again:

"What's our master's name?"

"Ah?" Feng Chengxue opened her mouth wide, and her eyes burst into disbelief, "You dare to forget this too! Are you really forgetting or fake..."
To be continued...