1949: C1949 Dao Name Is Wuyou

C1949 Dao Name Is Wuyou

Whether a Spiritual Treasure had an artifact spirit or not was actually just that.

The key was whether the owner of the medicinal Spiritual Treasure could match the artifact spirit's will and awaken it.

An artifact spirit that could not wake up was of course the same as nothing. It was not worth mentioning at all.

However, once the Weapon Spirit awakened, the might of such a Spiritual Treasure would not be much different from a treasure of the heavens and the earth.

It was just that wanting to merge with the Weapon Spirit's will was not easy. At the very least, Chang Xu had never heard of it before, and he had even seen it with his own eyes.

But now, Mo Nan had awakened the Weapon Spirit?

Not only old rascal himself, even he was shocked.

What kind of dog luck did this Stinky have?

Taking a few deep breaths, he tried his best to hold back the thought of taking back the large greenish-black saber. Chang Xu held his breath for a long time. His face turned red, and only then did he say:

"Then what, let me see the blade again..."

Mo Nan immediately held the blade and took a few steps back vigilantly.

What does a shrimp mean?

Do you still want to regret the things that an old man gave you?

Fortunately, Chang Xu was also embarrassed. He cleared his throat and put away his other thoughts. However, his eyes were still red. He said bitterly,

"Forget it. It seems like this knife is destined to be with you. Give it a name."

Name it?

Mo Nan shook his head.

Although he loved naming, he was the one who got the names Pang Hu and Little White.

It was his first time naming a saber.

Chang Xu rolled his eyes in anger. He stroked his beard and explained,

"Kid, you don't have any common sense about Spiritual Treasures. I'm afraid this artifact spirit is also a fool. That's why I'm satisfied with you."

Mo Nan didn't mind curling his lips. He only said this because he thought that the old man was jealous.

After that, Chang Xu's eyes turned red enough. Finally, he said seriously.

Awakening the artifact spirit is only the first step. If you really want to match the artifact spirit's heart, you must give it a name as well. Serve the days and protect it, patiently communicate with it..."

Mo Nan listened patiently. Two words popped up in his heart and he blurted out:

"Don't worry."

Chang Xu frowned.

Compared to the simple and heavy shape of the black and green saber, the name "Don't worry" was a little too gentle.

However, it was useless if he was not satisfied.

Almost as soon as Mo Nan finished speaking, the long blade began to tremble violently. The word "Worry-free" quickly appeared on the handle of the blade.

Perhaps the artifact spirit also understood that the naming ability of its master was extremely terrifying. If it didn't want to have a simple and crude name like Pang Hu and Little White, it would be best to agree immediately.

Naturally, Mo Nan didn't think that the artifact spirit was forced to agree. He thought that it was really "Wuyou" who was in cahoots with him.

"Little Worry-free..." He lowered his head and lovingly stroked the hilt of the saber in his hand.

The green and black saber immediately trembled like a human.

Chang Xu, who was standing opposite him, was shocked again when he saw this scene.

One must know that even if an ordinary Weapon Spirit were to awaken, it would only be an unconscious existence.

Only by being protected by its master day after day, after a long time, would it be able to develop intelligence.

But right now, the Weapon Spirit of the greenish-black broadsword was clearly able to communicate smoothly with Mo Nan the moment it woke up.

Damn it, this old man has suffered a great loss!

Afraid that if he stayed, he would sooner or later snatch the blade back from Mo Nan's hands. Chang Xu felt dizzy as he bid farewell to the old man. Immediately, he swiftly left like a gust of wind.

After he left, Mo Nan put away the knife and prepared to wake Miao Yuv and the other two girls up and discuss leaving Liehyang City.

- -

Half a month later.

West of Zhong Prefecture, Yunzhou City.

After entering the city, Mo Nan asked the guards at the city gate where the Qih family was located.

The guards knew Mo Nan, so they immediately told him where the Qih family was located.

After thanking the guards, he took out a few herbs to express his gratitude. Mo Nan led Miao Yuv and Lee Qing along the way.

About two hours later, they arrived at the Qih family.

Clearly, City Lord Yun Mou had taken care of this family. Otherwise, no matter how strong or powerful the Qih family was, it would be impossible for them to have a mansion on the main street in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

"The one inside, open the door."

After knocking on the door, Mo Nan shouted inside.

Not long after, the door was pushed open. A person immediately walked out, but he didn't know what to do.

The man was probably the same. After the Qih family came here, the newly-recruited guards did not know Mo Nan. Instead, old rascal had rudely called the door. When he came out, he put his hands on his waist and said,

"Get lost. Do you know where this is? You don't even know some rules."

"If you dare to argue again, believe it or not, I will call City Lord's personal guards over right now..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Another person walked out of the door. old rascal immediately recognized him. This person was a warrior who had been the commander of the Qih family's guards when the Qih family was still in Lanhai City.

When the latter came out, he immediately recognized Mo Nan. His expression changed as he kicked at the former's waist.

After receiving the kick for no reason, the unfamiliar martial artist turned his head and called out, "Qu.

Brother Qi, why did you kick me? "

"If you should, kicking you is light!"2

The guard commander hurriedly walked in front of Mo Nan, bowed respectfully, and greeted him. After that, he turned his head fiercely, gritted his teeth, and said,

"This is our Qih family's Eldest Young Master. Do you think you should be kicked?"

Eldest Young Master?

The martial artist guard was stunned. He muttered to himself and finally reacted. In an instant, he broke out in a cold sweat.

After all, the entire Yunzhou City knew that the Qih family's status in this place was all thanks to that son-in-law...

Mother! This young man is the legendary son-in-law?

With a sullen face, the guard's expression was uglier than crying, not daring to raise his head.

Mo Nan smiled after a while, then waved his hand at the guard commander and said,

"Forget it. He is also responsible. If he does not know me, you can't blame him."

"Look at him alone. I knew that after you guys came here, you guys wouldn't be bullied. You guys can be at ease..."

"Isn't that because you have a lot of face, Young Master?"

Seeing that Young Master was not angry, the guard commander heaved a sigh of relief and raised his head with a bright smile on his face.

Mo Nan then clasped his hands behind his back and stayed outside the door. He asked him about what happened after the Qih family came here.

The commander told him everything.

A month ago, the Qih family came to the Yunzhou City. With City Lord's help, they managed to settle down quickly. They tried a lot of business, but none of them were able to open up any connections.

Now, the entire clan was still worried about this matter.

After all, this matter concerned the livelihood of everyone in the Qih family.

Mo Nan said, "Yes, yes." He asked this because he wanted to help Lee Qing understand the situation. After a short while, he turned around and saw Lee Qing nod her head. He then greeted the commander and brought the two girls into the manor.

Very quickly.

As he entered the manor, the news of Young Master's return spread throughout the Qih family.

Qih Meimei was one step ahead. She ran out of the backyard and welcomed Mo Nan with a smile on her face.

However, when she saw Lee Qing and Miao Yuv by old rascal's side from afar, her smile gradually disappeared and her pace also slowed down a lot. Her thoughts were filled with hesitation and hesitation.

Mo Nan saw it and knew what she was thinking. Although there was no need, he still felt that it was necessary to explain.

Who would have thought.

In the next moment, Lee Qing held old rascal's arm as if she was trying to show off.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Mo Nan blinked and turned his head.

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