Hidden Blade

"Master! Open the door Meng Liang came to the dilapidated cottage at the gate of Jianling and yelled loudly.

There was a dead silence in the door, and no one responded to Meng Liang.

Meng Liang was a little strange. After knocking for a long time, no one answered.

He turned his head and looked at Xu Han and others behind him. He saw that they were also frowning. Therefore, at that time, he had some doubts.

"Master, you can't be a liar. I'll help you drive away those barbarians! You can't refuse to pay, can you? "

"Master! We are all the disciples of Jianling. If we have something to do with it, don't do it with righteousness

"Old man!"

"The old man

Meng Liang broke his voice, and the hut was still dead. He was worried, and even set up his posture to try to kick the door of the hut.

When the foot was about to be kicked to the wooden door of the hut, a strong but gentle force suddenly rushed to Mengliang. The force stopped Meng Liang's kick and lifted his whole body to the ground. On the path leading to Jianling, an old man in white stepped out slowly at that time.

Meng Liang, who fell to the ground in a hurry, got up. He didn't look angry at all. On the contrary, after seeing the old man's appearance, his face was happy, and he approached him and said, "master, are you willing to come out at last?"

The old man glanced at Meng Liang and said unhappily, "my sword mausoleum has been cold for thousands of years. Since you came here, I haven't stopped for a day. I wash my sword in the mausoleum, and you just yell and cry. You have to tear down my hut. Yes? Do you want to learn to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors? "

Meng Liang was stunned. Then he remembered that the old man seemed to have such a habit. Every morning, he would go to Jianling to clean up the dozens of swords left by the ancestors of Jianling to show his respect.

Reading this, Meng Liang's face turned red. He reached out to scratch the back of his head and grinned a few times, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Fortunately, after saying this, the old man did not want to pursue Meng Liang any more. He turned his head and looked at Xu Han. His eyes stopped at that time and began to look up and down at the young man.

Xu Han also felt the old man's eyes. He quickly and respectfully saluted the old man and said, "see you, disciple Xu Han..."

speaking of this, Xu Han was stunned and his face was a little strange.

In front of him, this old man is naturally the last guardian of Jianling, Wang Yangming.

Cang Hailiu once told him that all the masters of Kendo in the world are the three men from the ancient times of Jianling.

Ink naturally is ink dust son, flow is the sea flow. Although this last ancient word does not take the word in Wang Yangming's name, it is undoubtedly pointing to Wang Yangming. In the story that Mr. Wei told him, Wang Yangming was the ancestor of Lishan sword clan thousands of years ago. If we really talk about it, he must be more than one generation higher than Mo Chenzi and others. In this way, Xu Han did not know how to address him for a while.

"I have always been equal to my peers. You can call me a master." Wang Yangming seemed to see Xu Han's mind. He spoke lightly, but his eyes suddenly stopped on the wooden box on Xu Han's back.

Although Wang Yangming tried his best to suppress it, Xu Han still felt something flickering in the eyes of the old man at that time. Even the voice he made again began to carry a slight trill: "can... Let me have a look..."

Xu Han was stunned and suddenly woke up. He quickly nodded and said, "please."

Then he took off the wooden box on his back and handed it to Wang Yangming respectfully.

Wang Yangming stretched out his withered hands like an old tree and wanted to pick it up. Xu Han subconsciously wanted to remind him that the wooden box was as light as nothing to Xu Han, but as heavy as it was to others.

Unfortunately, before the words were spoken, Wang Yangming's hand touched the wooden box, and Xu Han's worries were all in vain at that time.

The old man gently lifted the wooden box and put it in front of him. He began to look at the thing carefully. There was no abnormality in the whole process. Xu Han was a little frightened when he saw that Wang Yangming was all right, so he did not say much. He waited for the old man quietly.

Then the old man reached out his hand and stroked the wooden box. His old hand scratched the mottled lines on the wooden box, as if he were talking to his old friend whom he had not seen for thousands of years.

"He did it after all..." Wang Yangming sighed and said softly. "Walking alone for thousands of years, he walked farther and harder than me..."

he said some words that Xu Han and others could not understand, but his eyes gradually deepened. It was as if he had gone through the thousand years and returned to the era that belonged to them.

As the saying goes, the most hateful beauty is white hair in the mirror, and the worst hero is late in the grave.

Even if only heard a little about their story, see this scene of Xu Han still can't help but feel a little depressed.

Perhaps it was also affected by such an atmosphere that even nineteen, who had always been jumping off, was quiet at that time.

However, such silence did not last long. Wang Yangming suddenly raised his head and handed the wooden box back to Xu Han.Xu Han took it and was about to say something, but Wang Yangming's voice rang before him.

"Follow me to Jianling." Wang Yangming did not give Xu Han a chance to react. After saying this, he turned around and walked along the path into Jianling.

One side of the Meng Liang Wen Yan hastily pointed to himself and asked, "what about me?"

"Cooking." Wang Yangming did not return.

Xu Han looked at the lonely Meng Liang beside him and patted him on the shoulder. He kept up with Wang Yangming and walked into the sword tomb.

...

just after entering the sword mausoleum, a powerful sword spirit came to my face.

But perhaps it was because of practicing the Dayan sword formula in his body that those sword ideas didn't attack Xu Han. Instead, they just blew Xu Han's body like a breeze. Xu Han felt refreshed.

At this time, Xu Han finally had a chance to take a good look at this famous sword mausoleum in the world for a long time.

There are a lot of yellow sand and wasteland in the sword mausoleum. On the yellow sand and the wasteland, there is a long sword. Half of their swords are buried in the earth, while the other half is still shining. They are like dormant beasts waiting for the day when they can break the cage.

"No matter how deviant the world's Kendo is, it can't escape from the unity of sword and man in the end. Therefore, when the master of Kendo finally cultivates sword, so does sword."

And also at this time, the words of Wang Yangming who walked in front of Xu Han.

"But it is inevitable that people die, but the sword gives birth to its spirit. If you leave it outside, if you lose the master's sword spirit, it will last for a hundred years, if it is short, it will disappear. The sword has been with people for decades before it can give birth to the sword spirit. How can you bear to see it dissipate? Therefore, anyone who sees the master dying will come to Jianling in person and send his sword into it, in order to preserve the spirit of the sword by the sword meaning overflowing from the three fierce swords in Jianling. "

Although Xu Han did not understand why Wang Yangming would say such a thing to him, he still nodded to show understanding.

"The spirit of the sword is the spirit of the sword."

"Of course, the so-called spirit is a kind of will. The weak one can only be a mysterious and mysterious thing that lives on the body of the sword. It can't be touched or seen, but the person holding the sword can feel his existence."

"And the strong? It can as like as two peas, and the shape of the human body is almost the same as before.

"Not only its shape, but also his words and deeds are the same. Even because some of his obsessions are too heavy, many swordsmen will regard themselves as their masters..."

Wang Mingyang spoke slowly, but Xu Han, who was still calm just now, was shocked when he heard this place, and his eyebrows were filled with horror.

Xu Han has already arrived in the fairyland. No matter in his cultivation or in his vision, Xu Hanyuan is an extraordinary man, and there are few things that can make him so shocked in a moment.

But at the moment, he was unable to suppress his surprise at the bottom of his heart, and wrote his fright on his face.

He stopped, staring at the old man with his back to him and murmured: "you mean..."

the old man also turned his head and looked at Xu Han. Although Xu Han's words just started, the other party seemed to have guessed his mind. So the old man nodded faintly and said, "yes, in fact, you see him is the sword spirit... Well, just the sword spirit."

The old man's eyes darkened a little, and continued: "since the day he was sent back to Jianling, the sword spirit in Mo Chenzi's Sabre has been in a very irritable state.

"He is very guilty, suffering from pain and obsession all the time..."

"in his whole life, he can't say how heroic he is. Sometimes he is more muddleheaded, but somehow he has not done anything heartless. He only remembers you, so that his sword spirit after his death is still troubled by it, and he can't tell whether he is really himself ”

"so I finally asked Meng Liang to take him out of Jianling and went all the way north to find you. Thinking that if you can save your life, you can also calculate his wish, so that his spirit under the spring can rest in peace. "

Xu's face was calm and silent for a few minutes. Just then he digested the sudden news, and then he said again, "well, his sword spirit..."

"is he dead?" The old man raised his eyebrows, and a little smile appeared on his face at that time: "for the sword spirit, it is a great honor to die for the sword master. Man and the sword are complementary to each other. Although sending it back to the sword tomb to keep the sword spirit is a kind gift from the sword owner to the sword spirit, for a sword, without the person holding the sword, the sword itself will lose its significance of existence. "

Hearing this, Xu Han frowned.

He couldn't agree with Wang Yangming's logic. Since the sword was born with its spirit and had its own will, the sword would no longer be a simple tool. Wang Yangming made a conclusion so easily that Xu Han didn't like it.

It seemed that he could see his mind. The smile on Wang Yangming's face was a little heavier. He said, "your sword has no spirit, right?""Well?" Xu Han didn't understand this, and his face was puzzled.

Wang Yangming continued: "so you don't understand."

"But it doesn't matter. One day you give birth to the spirit of the sword, you will understand that there is nothing wrong with what I said today."

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