Hidden Blade

Three days later, Qin Keqing was sitting on a hill with his elbow on his knees and his face on his palm. He was staring at the two figures flying in the sword mausoleum.

Xu Han's eyes were like torches. The majestic sword of Jianling was intended to be moved by Xu Han and stabbed at Mengliang with a cunning angle. At that moment, Mengliang's purple fierce sword also made a long sound, stirring up the yellow sand all over the sky, and it was like a dragon. The sword moves of Xu Han hit hard together.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

After more than ten minutes, the sword spirit and the yellow sand are scattered.

Xu Han and Meng Liang stand opposite each other and smile.

"Younger martial brother is good at Kung Fu." Meng Liang took back his sword and returned to his scabbard.

"Yield." Xu Han also said with a smile, but his heart was secretly surprised. Although he had hardly used any physical strength, he saw that his cultivation had reached half a step of the immortal realm. In terms of his strength, Mengliang, who was stronger than Dayan realm, was not even a little bit. However, Rao was able to achieve the victory of the same school's competition, and he also used his whole body's solutions.

From this point of view, we have to admit that Meng Liang's talent in kendo is several times stronger than Xu Han's.

Xu Han thought of these, Meng Liang also felt that as a senior brother, he was defeated by his younger brother. His face was a little too much, so he said again: "come again?"

Xu Han thinks a little, and then he wants to accept it. The sword tomb is full of sword spirit, which is the resort of practicing kendo. This martial art is no better than Confucianism and Taoism. Building a car behind closed doors is ultimately the inferior method. Only the actual combat side can promote rapid progress. Although there is suspicion of temporary cramming, if one point is stronger, there will be more vitality. There is no reason for Xu han to refuse.

Thinking of this, he was about to nod his head, but at that time, an old man suddenly walked from the depths of Jianling.

The two quickly stopped their movements and turned to look at the old man.

"Is the old man awake?" Meng Liang's words with a smile were obviously better after Xu Han's night talk with him three days ago.

"Xu Han met his master." Xu Han also said at that time that he had always been such a man, and seldom had fun, especially in the face of his elders.

Wang Yangming nodded, in response to their greetings. Then he glanced at them and said, "within three days, the army of the dead Chu will arrive, and the war is imminent. You must have good life and practice."

Meng Liang hears the words in the bottom of his heart, can you still make a flower in three days? But his mouth was smiling, and he replied, "that's natural. Don't worry about it."

"Well." Wang Yangming nodded and looked at Xu Han on one side. He said, "you can go with me."

When he said this, Meng Liang was not happy. He stood up straight and asked, "master, your bowl of water is going to be even. How come it's Xu Han's turn every time. Even if the wheel is my turn, it's my turn to be a senior brother."

Wang Yangming, who has already taken steps to turn around, stops at Wen Yan. He turns his head and looks at Meng Liang with a disgruntled face. His eyes are calm in his turbid eyes.

Most of the reason is that silence is better than thunder. Meng Liang's momentum is weak and his voice is much lower: "then you have to tell me what you are going to do?"

This is a casual remark, and no response is expected. But surprisingly, after a silence for a while, Wang Yangming said: "teach him to practice sword."

"Why don't you teach me! I have stayed with you in Jianling for more than a year! How can you be so oblivious to the old love that you forget the old one when you have a new one! " Meng Liang asked with a sad face.

But facing such indignant Meng Liang, Wang Yangming just calmly vomited out four words: "teach students according to their aptitude."

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the depth of the sword mausoleum. Xu Han shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Then he reached out and patted Meng Liang's body in a comforting way, which kept up with Wang Yangming's pace.

Standing in the same place, Meng Liang was stunned for a long time, knowing that Xu Han and Wang Yangming disappeared in his eyes, and he just woke up like a dream.

"Old man! What do you mean? Do you mean that this young master can't be of great use

"I'm a good apprentice from the mountain. I've come here with dignity and dignity."

...

the great ape is a real demon king.

His speed is so fast that ordinary people can't imagine. From the southern wilderness to the junction of Qingzhou and Liangzhou, the great ape has been rushing for three days and arrived here.

According to Xu Han's letter from the little monk Yu, Niutou village is located about 30 Li west of Yanxia City, the junction of Liangzhou and Qingzhou. But the giant ape circled around the Yanxia city for 50 miles, but he did not find the so-called Niutou village.

In desperation, Xiao nineteen and Zhou Yuan could only jump off the giant ape's body and let it stand on the shoulder of nineteen in the shape of a yellow monkey. Originally, they wanted to enter the city to inquire about the specific location of Niutou village. However, it was very close to Liangzhou. After careful observation, Zhou Yuan found that most of the people in the city were bewitched by the holy drug. In addition, nineteen was too young to be a saint Zi's candidate was forcibly abducted by the garrison in the city, so they gave up the idea.They stayed outside the city gate for more than an hour. Finally, they came to a farmer who sold mountain products. Seeing that he looked ordinary and did not have the sombre look of those who had taken the holy medicine, Zhou Yuan took the courage to buy the mountain goods he had and then inquired about the whereabouts of Niutou village.

"Niutou village? Haven't you heard of this place? " The farmer took the silver and looked at them confused.

"How? Think about it again? " Zhou Yuan said and took out a heavy silver from his arms and looked at the farmer.

The silver glittered in Zhou Yuan's hands, which made the farmer's eyes straight.

Youdao is that there must be brave men under the reward. The farmer racked his brains for a long time and suddenly clapped his hands as if he had been impressed by others.

"Remember?" Seeing this, Zhou Yuan asked in a hurry.

"There is no Niutou village, but there is a Niutou mausoleum thirty miles to the west of Yanxia city!" The farmer said that, in his heart, maybe niutoucun and niutouling are not very different.

After saying this, the middle-aged farmer looked at Zhou Yuan with expectation, but the rest of the light from the corner of his eyes fell on the glittering silver. It was not too much to say that he was salivating.

Zhou Yuan smell speech, at this time also is to return to God, his eyes in the anxious color, at that moment is turned into anger, he put out a foot to severely kick in the farmer's body, mouth curse: "little rabbit, you dare to fool your grandfather Zhou?"

"Let me find the village! But you show me the mausoleum. Is that where people go? "

Although the farmer was greedy for money, he did not have the intention to deceive others. He rubbed his knee which was kicked and swollen by Zhou Yuan. He argued: "I don't mean that. I have lived outside the city for 40 years. There is no place called Niutou village within 30 Li. There is only one niutouling. That place is really rare, and I think it is A few days ago, when I went to collect herbs on the mountain, I saw a little monk and a little girl going there. I just remembered that there was such a place

Zhou Yuan has never been a kind person. When he heard this, he frowned and wanted to scold him again. However, without saying this, Xiao nineteen jumped up and said with excitement: "that's where, there you are. Take us."

"Nineteen, we are going to Niutou village, not niutouling." Zhou Yuan smell speech immediately don't understand to look at 19, say in a low voice.

"Master, why are you so stupid! Haven't you heard aunt Ziyu say that before? Niutou village has been slaughtered. There have been no living people in the village for a long time. If we are buried there, it will naturally become niutouling. Besides, we are looking for a young monk and a girl. " Zhou Yuan was taught a lesson from his old age. These stories were also told to nineteen when fangziyu was bored. The little guy's memory was quite good, and he could remember the details clearly.

Zhou Yuan was stunned by his speech, but he couldn't find the fault in nineteen.

"Yes, that's the truth. The little guy is very smart." Zhou Yuan touched nineteen's head, doting words.

Xiao 19 is known for her poisonous tongue to people, but she is considerate to Zhou Yuan, just like a cotton padded jacket. At that time, she said with a smile: "it's all taught well by master."

The farmer who stood up on one side listened to the conversation and carefully wanted to remind him of something.

"Ah, you take these silver as compensation for kicking you just now. You take us to find the niutouling, and we will give you another five Liang silver!" But he did not have the opportunity to speak out. A heavy silver was put into his hand by nineteen.

Feeling the heavy weight of the silver, the middle-aged farmer was pressed back to his mouth.

"Really?" He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked expectantly.

From Xu Han there took a lot of silver nineteen heroic spirit, dry cloud patted his chest, said: "only more than a lot!"

...

in the depth of the sword mausoleum, the meaning of the sword is vast and continuous, like the surging river.

Wang Yangming fluttered in his white clothes, stretched out his hand to his opposite Xu Han, and said with a smile, "can you lend me your sword just now?"

Xu Han was stunned when he heard the speech. He was also a little confused about what Wang Yangming called him here, but he did not doubt him. After counting the information, he called out the black sword given to him by the watcher from the wooden box behind his back and handed it to Wang Yangming.

Then Xu Han reminded: "this sword is extremely magical. It has been worn by Su mu'an before, but it can't be pulled out. It hasn't been seen in the world. After the watcher came and gave me this sword, I was able to use it. But others still can't use the sword. Even Su mu'an has no way. If the master wants to have a look, I can inspire the 3000... "

Xu Han said that it was so common, but suddenly stopped at that time.

After touching the painted black sword, Wang Yangming grasped the handle of the sword. With a shock in his hand, a sword rushed out of his body. Then the sword body of the black long sword made a clear sound. At that time, 3000 golden sword shadows rushed out of the black sword, standing around the black magic sword like a soldier. Only the burning golden light and the mighty sword spirit pervaded the whole sword mausoleum. Xu Hanneng clearly felt that at that time, the long swords buried in the sword mausoleum began to tremble, like jubilation and fear."This..." Xu Han Leng Leng looked at Wang Yangming holding a long sword, and then looked at the golden sword shadow all over the sky. His heart was shocked beyond measure.

Of course, he has enough right to speak about this sword. He once lent it to Mr. Wei. However, he could not use the sword because of his accomplishments. He once said: "only when one can use this sword can he break the prohibition of the sword if he is recognized by the watcher, and if he is trained beyond the watcher."

Of course, Xu Han can't measure the strength of the watcher. However, although Wang Yangming can be traced back to the same period as Mr. Wei, Xu Han doesn't think he can match the watcher. As for why he was able to activate the black sword, it is a mystery for Xu Han.

But at the moment, Wang Yangming didn't seem to realize how earth shaking thing he had done. He looked at the golden sword shadow in the sky with a look of awe, and the light in his brow seemed to recall.

He reached out his hand and slowly touched those golden swords, one by one. Each touch would make the sword quiver, as if he were telling something to the old man.

In a trance, Xu Han had an illusion that Wang Yangming could really talk to these swords.

"Each sword has its own story, just to see if you can understand it." It seems that in response to Xu Han's illusion, the old man's words suddenly.

"Well?" Hearing this, Xu Han could not help but be curious: "did the master hear the story of this sword?"

Wang Yangming shook his head, and his hand shaking slightly with the handle of the sword. At that time, all the golden shadows of the sword were scattered and incorporated into the body of the black magic sword. Then the sword meaning of the whole sky disappeared. He reached out his hand and returned the sword to Xu Han, saying: "this sword has no story..."

this answer is somewhat unexpected to Xu Han, he asked "What do you mean

"The spirit of this sword is dead." Wang Yangming responded.

"Dead?" When Xu Han heard such a thing for the first time, he felt a little surprised, but he soon came back to his senses. Judging from the powerful fighting power of the sword, if he had the spirit of the sword, it must be a spirit that ordinary people could not control. In fact, he did not have any intersection with it in the process of using the sword. Therefore, Wang Yangming's words were reversed It is quite reasonable.

"It should be a good thing for you." Wang Yangming said again.

"Why?" Xu Han is puzzled.

"As a swordsman, if you want to reach the peak of perfection, cultivating a sword spirit is not a must, but if there is a sword spirit, the strength of sword cultivation will be more than one level higher. There is no sword spirit in this sword, but it is comparable to the three fierce swords. If you can cultivate the spirit of the sword, its power will be several times stronger than that of the fierce sword. " Wang Yangming explained patiently.

Although Xu Han understood Wang Yangming's meaning, he could not help but smile bitterly: "it's easy to say, but hard to do."

When Xu Han left Chang'an for the summer, he wanted to cultivate his own true spirit. For many sword practitioners, it was the prototype of the sword spirit. However, for some reasons, it was not difficult for most of the monks in the same place, but for Xu Han, it was several times more difficult than going to the fairyland. So far, Xu Han has not cultivated the true spirit.

"I know. That's why I called you here just now. I want to use the majestic sword in the deep of the sword mausoleum to repair this for you." Wang Yangming said calmly.

Xu Han then understood what Wang Yangming meant. But he hesitated and asked, "if there is a big war, more strength will lead to more vitality. Since this sword mausoleum has this effect, why doesn't the elder martial brother come here together?"

"He has a high level of understanding. He is a good child to cultivate the sword. It is good to nourish him with external force, but it is better than that. If he can understand it slowly, the sword spirit he has cultivated will be unparalleled in the world." Wang Yangming said calmly, and then he glanced at Xu Han: "but you are not the same. Your Kendo talent is ordinary. You can go to this realm by adventure and tenacity. If you don't have this majestic sword spirit infusion, you will be able to cultivate your internal skill to the immortal realm, and I'm afraid you can't cultivate a sword spirit."

"Teach students in accordance with their aptitude. If you are stupid, you should teach more."

Wang Yangming came to a conclusion lightly, but Xu Han was stunned. It turned out that after a long time, he was the useless disciple...

...

the farmer spared no effort to pick up the withered grass which was half human height in front of him, pointed to the wasteland nearby and said, "this is it."

After two hours of walking with the farmer, 19 and Zhou Yuan breathlessly looked through the pile of withered grass and looked back. There was a more barren plain. Of course, they don't know whether the desolation here is always like this, or because the dragon spirit is swallowed up.

"Here?" Zhou Yuan pointed to the place with withered grass and asked in doubt.

"Yes, here it is." The farmer nodded and answered firmly.

"What the hell are you doing with me?" Zhou Yuan was furious. There was no one to find in the wasteland, and there were no thatched cottages in the wasteland. I'm afraid no one has been here for decades at least. It doesn't look like a village. Even if the village was slaughtered a few years ago, it should not look like this. How can there be some broken houses? Thinking of Zhou Yuan here, he became more and more convinced that it was the farmer who deliberately deceived them: "where is it that someone has lived here?"Faced with Zhou Yuan's question, the farmer was somewhat aggrieved. He said, "I said this is niutouling, which is the place where no one lives."

"How to say that it was still a village a few years ago, and there was no trace of it?" Nineteen took over with a frown.

The farmer was puzzled by the words of nineteen. He firmly said again: "what years ago, I was born here like this. There has never been a person."

"Is that possible?" Zhou Yuan obviously didn't believe the farmer's words. He even equated the farmer with the liar in his heart: "don't you say that you have seen a little monk and a girl come here? Since they are here, it should be Niutou village. Or did you make up such a statement to deceive us after hearing the conversation between me and my disciple before

The farmer was obviously an honest man, and such an honest man could not be wronged. He immediately stamped his foot in a hurry. He pointed to a nearby place and said, "when I went to collect herbs a few months ago, I really saw a monk and a little girl. They were sitting in front of the tomb not far away. The monk was shouting something, as if she had been ill, and the girl had been there all the time Comforting him, they made a terrible noise, so when you mention the word "Niu tou", I think of it

Nineteen saw that the farmer's face was sincere, and the monk and the girl were no doubt Guanglin ghost and Liu Dingdang in her eyes, so he said, "where is the tomb? Take us to have a look."

...

the three people once again crossed a short mountain road. The farmer in front of them dug up the dead grass piled on the mountain road, and then a mass grave suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Well, this is niutouling."

"It is said that when the great Chu destroyed the state, a princess who fled here was besieged by the army of Dazhou. All the guards she brought with her died in battle. She killed herself here. At that time, her bones were piled up on the cliff, and then an eminent monk came here to find someone to bury them... Here, since I was born, there has never been any Niutou village, only niutouling!"

The farmer spoke in such a way that his words were so burning that he did not seem to lie.

Nineteen and Zhou Yuan have a strange look at each other, and then look at the hill full of wasteland.

Probably due to disrepair for a long time, most of the tombstones here are damaged. Some of them are only half of them, and some have been completely dumped. Only one tombstone in the middle is still intact.

The nineteen polar eyes barely recognized the handwriting on the tombstone.

Princess Jingyuan of the great Chu, Tomb of Fang Qingqing, the fool's husband Li Dongjun.

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