The sword rises

Chapter 1547 The memory deep in my heart

The first thousand and five hundred and fifty-three chapters of deep memory

Moreover, as Gu Hengsheng eagerly wanted to capture the flashing sword intent before his eyes, he felt that his memory was rapidly losing and becoming more and more blurred.

Why is it so vague?Is that the ultimate and eternal sword intent?

Gu Hengsheng kept deducing it in his mind, time and time again, but he couldn't imitate the charm of that ray of sword intent.

Void cracks appeared all around him, all caused by deduction of sword intent.After exhausting all means, Gu Hengsheng could not find the way to the depths of the path of swordsmanship.

Finally, Gu Hengsheng vaguely saw a figure, which was the shadow of Hentian Sword Immortal.

Gu Hengsheng saw his past as the Heaven-hating Sword Immortal, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Soul wandering, where is this leading me?"

Gu Hengsheng closed his eyes, his body remained motionless, but his thoughts went to another place.

In the traces of more than [-] years ago, Gu Hengsheng saw a middle-aged man who came to the lakeside with a baby in his arms, and said to himself: "My child, your family is in great trouble, and your parents and relatives have died tragically. I Back then, I inherited a favor from your Wu family, so I can only protect you here, I hope you have a good chance and can grow up safely."

"Wow..." The baby in the swaddle burst into tears.

"Son, your Wu family is gone, and your previous name can no longer be used. In the years to come, you will be called Hongchen! Wu Hongchen."

The middle-aged man slowly placed the swaddled baby beside the Bibo Qingtan, with a look of sadness flashing across his face.

Who is the baby?

Hate the sky sword fairy, understand the world of mortals.

The middle-aged man left the baby by the lake, injured and left.

"Whose doll is this thrown here?"

Not long after, a grizzled old man in his nineties came to the lakeside and held the baby in his arms.

This scene was very clear, Gu Hengsheng's spirit flew into the baby's body involuntarily, and what he saw was the baby's perspective.

Although Gu Hengsheng inherited the memory of his previous life, it has never been as clear and real as it is now.Every object is so real and within reach.

This old man is the person who raised Hentian Sword Immortal, and it is also the regret of Hentian Sword Immortal's life.

"Grandpa, there is no water at home. I'll go to the river to get some water back."

In a simple small courtyard, a five-year-old child held a palm-sized bamboo and wooden ladle and said to a gray-haired old man in a thatched hut.

Gu Hengsheng seemed to have personally experienced these years, and he remembered everything before very clearly.

"Son, don't be so busy, come and talk to grandpa."

The old man looked at the child kindly, his eyes full of pampering.He was lonely and helpless all his life, and with the company of his children these years, many smiles appeared on his face.

However, the old man is just an ordinary person without cultivation.Therefore, as Wu Hongchen grows up, the old man is gradually getting older, his body movements are getting slower and slower, and it is even difficult to get out of bed.

Today, the old man seemed to have sensed his own limit, and with a little more strength in his body, he walked slowly in front of Wu Hongchen, gently stroking his pink cheeks with his old wrinkled hands.

"Son, I'm going to talk to grandpa today, and I'm not going anywhere." The old man sat on the ground, gently hugging Wu Hongchen, his voice hoarse and low.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Wu Hongchen seemed to sense something was wrong with the old man, and asked in a childish voice.

"Grandpa is fine." The old man rubbed the child's head and said kindly: "Son, grandpa knows that you don't belong here. When grandpa is gone someday, when you grow up, go to the big world outside to see Let's see! Maybe, you can become the cultivator who can fly into the sky and escape from the ground."

"Grandpa, is there really someone who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth?" Wu Hongchen's eyes lit up, his heart was pure, and he was yearning.

"Yes, Grandpa has seen it before, it's amazing." The old man replied seriously.

Wu Hongchen seemed to be very greedy for the feeling of being in the old man's arms, so he couldn't help but rubbed his body in it, and said seriously, "Grandpa, then I will work hard to become a monk in the future, and bring Grandpa with me when the time comes." Go to the sky to see the moon."

"Okay, grandpa is waiting." The old man coughed lightly and said with a weak smile.

After a while, Wu Hongchen seemed to feel the old man's breath weakening: "Grandpa, are you tired? Would you like me to help you go to bed and rest for a while?"

The old man's eyes were blurred, his head sank, and he vaguely heard Wu Hongchen's call in his ears: "Son, grandpa may be leaving."

"Go? Where are you going?" Wu Hongchen immediately raised his head to look at the old man's face, and said very seriously, "Where is Grandpa going? Will you take me with you?"

"Silly boy, grandpa is going to a far, far away place, so he can't take you with him." The old man's eyes were instantly covered by tears, and he said in a choked voice.

"Why?" Wu Hongchen blinked his crystal clear eyes and asked solemnly.

"Because you are still young, grandpa can't take you away." The old man drooped his head, trying his best not to fall asleep.

"Then I will grow up soon, and then I can go with grandpa."

Wu Hongchen was extremely serious, as if he had sensed something, tears fell from his big watery eyes, soaking the coarse cloth clothes in front of him.

"Don't cry, child, grandpa just went to the place where he should belong." The old man raised his old hand with all his strength, and wiped away the tears on Wu Hongchen's pink cheeks.

"Then...then where can I find grandpa in the future? Can I see grandpa again?" Wu Hongchen asked.

"Hmm..." The old man pondered for a long time, looked up at the endless sky, and said something that he thought could never be done: "When will you become the most powerful person in the world, and when will you be able to be in the world?" I saw Grandpa."

"Really?" Wu Hongchen's eyes were full of simplicity.

"Of course, when did grandpa lie to you?" The old man forced a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, then I will definitely become the most powerful person in the future."

Wu Hongchen nodded heavily, a seed took root from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay." The old man made a hoarse voice.

Then, the old man wanted to reach out and rub Wu Hongchen's head again, but when the old man's hand just reached his soft head, he didn't have the strength to rub it anymore.

pat!

The old man's hand suddenly fell from the air and slapped it on the yellow mud floor, his cloudy and sunken eyes were closed, and there was still a kind smile on the corner of his mouth.

This memory was deeply buried in Gu Hengsheng's heart, and now it was brought up again, causing unbearable pain.

"You, go all the way."

Gu Hengsheng could only say from the bottom of his heart, seeing off the old man after a hundred thousand years.

(End of this chapter)