The scene that went against common sense in front of him made Chang Hao feel a little overwhelmed.

He did hear his grandfather say that some ancient divine objects would have a spiritual charm. The one whose body is a stone is called Shi Ling; the one whose body is a mirror is called Jing Ling; the one whose body is a toilet is called... Anyway, this sword spirit, which claims to be Yuehong, is definitely an old antique that is thousands of years old, but why has a pink and tender baby face? Shouldn't it be an old man?

"Your eyes are a little strange. You don't think there is an old man hidden in the ring of the hero in the novel, right?" the little boy said with his eyes jokingly.

Chang Hao touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "After all, I heard from my grandfather that he and this sword were from the same period, so I naturally thought that the sword spirit would also be an old man."

"The spiritual charm is born and raised in the earth. The body shape is determined by oneself, and it has nothing to do with the passage of time." The sword spirit, who looked like a little boy, glanced at the noble dress hanging on the wall, and the same style was also transformed into the same style. However, the little guy obviously felt that such high-necked and thick-lined clothes were uncomfortable to wear, and soon changed it back.

"We've met before?" Chang Hao said with some uncertainty: "I should have seen your...'s body in the basement of the old house."

"To be precise, this should be our third meeting."

The little boy sat on the edge of the bed and said with his fingers, "I saw you five thousand years ago when you were born. At that time, you were still in your infancy and were quickly hidden by ice sealing. The second time was when you were young, you ran into the basement to play and had a hurry."

"A few thousand years have passed in a blink of an eye, and time has passed so quickly." The sun shone on the little boy's side face, his faint smile, and traces of vicissitudes appeared on his tender face.

Chang Hao looked at his smiling face that had been a thousand years ago, and for some reason he felt a heartache.

The little guy shook his head, jumped out of the bed and turned around Chang Hao, and looked at him carefully, his eyes as sharp as invisible swords. Chang Hao only felt that he seemed to be lying under the scanner of the CT machine, and the secrets inside and outside were seen by someone.

"The cultivation level of the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, the cultivation of Destruction and Yan Hui, the mental method should be the Qingjing Sutra, and the physical fitness is still pretty sloppy." Yuehong Sword Spirit's pair of fiery eyes and golden eyes quickly turned out all Chang Hao's old foundation, which was exactly the same.

Chang Hao smiled flatteringly on his face and rubbed his hands, "Good sword spirit, good sword spirit, since you called me a little master just now, you should teach me some powerful methods to defend yourself, right? I was bullied enough when I was at the bottom of the Yangtze River."

"Teaching is good at teaching. After all, your qualifications are much better than your father of the same period back then. Not only did you have a natural sword spirit root, you can still accept the five elements spiritual power." The little boy with a tender face but an old tone recalled the interesting things from thousands of years ago and smiled: "Your father was not as lucky as you. He was born to be an insulator of the five elements spiritual power. If you want to use the five elements magic, you have to borrow it from others."

"Sword Spirit Root?" Chang Hao did not understand what these three words mean.

As for the five elements spiritual power, he knew that he could master the five basic spiritual powers of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and be supplemented by corresponding methods, and he could use five elements magic with different power and functions. When Chang Hao was a child, he often saw his grandfather too lazy to clean up. He made the house clean with a "dust rolling technique" with a blink of an eye, which was very magical.

"Every monk has spiritual roots in his dantian, and there are many types of spiritual root attributes, including common gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and mutated light, dark ice and thunder wind." The little boy stretched out his fingers and knew it. "Most monks have multi-attributed spiritual roots, such as the two-type spiritual roots of the earth and wood system or the three-type spiritual roots of the gold, fire and water system. The more single the spiritual root attributes, the speed and height of the cultivation of the miscellaneous spiritual roots will be significantly improved."

The little boy suddenly changed his mind, "But there are always some guys in the world with deep blessings. Their spiritual root attributes are neither within the five elements nor mutated bodies."

"I will teach you the method of looking at yourself, you can take a look at it yourself."

According to the sword spirit, Chang Hao calmed down his mind and used spiritual power to condense into his own appearance to wander around himself. Looking inside the position of the Dantian, he found a strange thing like a high platform. Several wisps of clouds floated on the built platform.

"If it is the fire spirit root, the high platform will be burned with flames. If it is the thunder spirit root, it will be lightning and thunder, each with strange phenomena, which can be seen at a glance."

Chang Hao was so scared to death by the sudden sound around him that he turned his head and realized that it was the sword spirit who followed him into his body.

Chang Hao muttered angrily: "This is my body at least, so I have to say something to me before coming in."

"Anyway, you have to come in often in the future, so just be used to it." Jian Ling wiped the long hair on his forehead back, making it a treacherous big back, and smiled proudly.

The sword spirit pointed to the quietly floating clouds and mists and said, "Those clouds and mists are the prototypes of the sword spirit roots. As your cultivation continues to improve, these clouds and mists will gradually condense into the shape of a sharp sword. When you enter the Golden Dan realm, your entire dantian will become a sharp sword."

Seeing Chang Hao seemingly wanting to say something, the sword spirit with a sympathy immediately stopped him and said, "Do you want to say it just like those who hold swords in the TV series opened their mouths and squirted them, and the flying sword turned from their mouths to three feet of killing the enemy by themselves? It's too low."

Chang Hao felt a whisper in his heart and stared at him, "You are quite fashionable."

"Sword Spirit also needs to keep pace with the times? Besides, I have watched more fairy tale TV series than you have eaten." Jian Ling curled his lips disdainfully. He thought he also expressed strong condemnation for those fairy tale bad movies that have recently been increasingly breaking the lower limit.

"The reason why I asked you to go to the Yangtze River to find me is to test you, and the other is to let me follow you to guide you in the future." Jian Ling said with the corner of her mouth bent, "After all, the old man is a dragon, and it is one thing to have a strong cultivation level. Whether he can use a sword is another thing. You must know that before your father became the Human Emperor, he also learned advanced sword skills from me. You are content."

Chang Hao blinked, "Then should we recognize the master if we have a bloody look?"

"Why do you believe everything you play in those bad TV series?"

"Is it a rumor that the blood of the Lord was recognized in ancient times false?"

"I am a magic sword! Do you know the magic sword? Do you think a mere drop of blood can bind a magic sword?" The little guy felt that he was underestimated, jumped up and made a ruthless sound on Chang Hao's knees. The latter suddenly burst into tears and howled.

The sword spirit, a small man and a big ghost, snorted, "The most urgent task now is to find a place that is not noticeable to continue practicing. Since the old man is going thousands of miles away, the girl named Hathaway should have another way."

"Wow, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here." The sword spirit muttered to himself and sank into the sword again. The Yuehong sword turned into a sword light in the wind and escaped back into the storage ring.

The door of the room opened after two buckles. Hathaway, who pushed the door in, looked at Chang Hao holding his knees and gasping for air conditioning, and said carelessly: "Did you fall?"

Chang Hao naturally wouldn't say that he was beaten by his sword spirit just now. He just found a reason to make excuses and looked up and asked, "Is there any new arrangement today?"

"There is no arrangement." Hathaway pulled up the hair on his temples and apologized: "Because Windsor Castle is the core place of the British royal family after all, it is inevitable that there are many people and eyes, and there are bodyguards and servants everywhere. I think this should have a considerable conflict with the retreat that the Oriental monks often talk about. This is my negligence, please forgive me."

"So, please allow me to recommend a school you and Miss Chang Ge to you and I have attended. I have contacted the school professors, and they are very happy to provide a training ground for both of them. The environment is quiet and I think you will definitely like it."

Chang Hao's eyes lit up suddenly. It was not because someone gave him a pillow because he was sleepy, but because of the school that Hathaway mentioned, he had already vaguely guessed who it was.

In the long history of Great Britain, that college has left so much glory that that school is qualified to appear in historical texts written by Grandpa himself.

Seeing the light flashing in Chang Hao's eyes, Hathaway understood that he already knew what the "that school" in her mouth meant. She smiled proudly and stretched out her hand.

"Hogwarts welcomes you."
Chapter completed!