Hidden Blade Chapter 54: Sword Spirit

"Master! Open the door!" Mengliang enthusiastically walked to the dilapidated thatched hut at the gate of Jianling and shouted loudly. Apex novels update fastest

There was dead silence in the door, and no one responded to Mengliang.

Mengliang was a little strange, but after knocking for a while, no one answered.

He turned his head and glanced at Xu Han and the others behind him, and saw that their brows were also frowned, so doubts arose in his heart at that time.

"Father, you can't speak for nothing, I have helped you drive away those barbarians! You can't get rid of the bill anyway, right?"

"Master! We are all disciples of Jianling. Let's take care of anything together, don't be loyal!"

"Master!?"

"Master!!?"

Mengliang roared and broke his throat, and there was still silence in the hut. He was a little anxious, and even set up his posture and tried to kick open the door of the hut.

Just when that foot was about to kick to the wooden door of the hut, a powerful but soft force suddenly rushed to the Mengliang, and that force stopped Mengliang’s kick, and even more so. His entire body flew to the ground, and on the side road leading to Jianling, an old man in white also walked out slowly at that time.

Mengliang, who fell to the ground in an embarrassed manner, hurriedly stood up, not the slightest irritation, but after seeing the old man's appearance, his face was happy, and he leaned forward and said: "Master, you finally Are you willing to come out?"

The old man glanced at Mengliang, and said displeased: "My Jianling has been cold and cold for thousands of years. Since you came, I haven't stopped for a day. I washed my sword in the tomb with great ease. You yelled too. That's it, I have to demolish my hut. Why? Do you want to learn from others and deceive your ancestors?"

Mengliang was taken aback, and then he remembered that this old man seemed to have such a habit. Every day in the early morning, he would go to Jianling to clean up the dozens of swords left by the ancestors of Jianling. Show respect.

Thinking of this, Mengliang's face flushed, he stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, gave a dry smile in his mouth, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Fortunately, the old man had no intention of pursuing Meng Liang after he said this. He turned his head and looked at Xu Han, his eyes stopped at that time, and he began to look at the young man up and down.

Xu Han also felt the old man’s gaze. He hurriedly bowed to the old man respectfully, saying: "See you, disciple Xu Han..."

Speaking of this, Xu Han paused, his face turned a little weird.

The old man in front of him is naturally Wang Yangming, the last guardian of Jianling.

Cang Hailiu once said to him that the world's kendo masters are nothing more than the three of Jianling Moguliu.

Mo is naturally Mo Chenzi, and Liu is the flow of the ocean. Although this last ancient character does not take the word from Wang Yangming's name for some reason, it is undoubtedly pointing to Wang Yangming. In the story that Mr. Wei told him, Wang Yangming was the ancestor of Lishan Jianzong thousands of years ago. If it is true, he must be more than a generation taller than Mo Chenzi and others. Xu Han didn't know how to call each other for a while.

"Mo Chenzi Canghailiu and I have always been equal to our peers, you can call me uncle." Wang Yangming seemed to see Xu Han's mind, he said lightly, but his eyes stopped suddenly on Xu Han. On the wooden box on the back.

Although Wang Yangming tried his best to suppress, Xu Han still felt something flickering in the eyes of the old man in front of him at that time, and even the voice he made again began to have a slight trill: "Could... Let me take a look..."

Xu Han was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses. He nodded and said: "Please."

Then the square wooden box on his back was dropped, and it was handed to Wang Yangming respectfully.

Wang Yangming stretched out his hands that were asered as an old tree, and was going to pick it up. Xu Han subconsciously wanted to remind him that this wooden box is as light as Xu Han, but it is as important as others. .

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

The old man gently lifted the wooden box and put it in front of him, and began to look at the thing carefully. The whole process did not reveal the slightest abnormality. Xu Han was a little surprised when he saw it, but he saw that Wang Yangming was unharmed. He didn't say much, and waited quietly for the old man.

Then the old man stretched out his hand and stroked the wooden box. His old hand traversed the mottled lines on the wooden box, as if he was talking to the old man he hadn't seen in a thousand years.

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

He said something that Xu Han and others didn't quite understand, but his eyes gradually deepened, as if he had traveled through a thousand years and returned to the era that belonged to them.

People in the world often say that the most hated beauty is white hair in the mirror, and the most evil hero is late in front of the grave.

Even if I have only heard a little story about them, Xu Han can't help feeling a little unhappy after seeing this scene.

Probably because of this atmosphere, even the nineteen who had always escaped was quiet at that time.

However, this silence did not last long. Wang Yangming suddenly raised his head and handed the wooden box back to Xu Han.

Xu Han took this thing and was about to say something, but Wang Yangming's voice rang before him.

"Let me go to Jianling for a walk." Wang Yangming said so, he didn't give Xu Han a chance to react at all. After saying this, he turned around and walked into the trail. Jianling.

Meng Liang on the side quickly pointed to himself and asked: "What about me?"

"Cooking." Wang Yangming said without looking back.

Xu Han looked at the lonely Mengliang beside him with some amusement, reached out his hand and patted the other's shoulder, and then followed Wang Yangming's pace and walked into the sword tomb.

......

Just before stepping into the sword mausoleum, an awe-inspiring sword intent rushed toward his face.

Fortunately, perhaps because of the "Dayan Sword Art" practiced in the body, those sword intents did not attack Xu Han, but instead blew Xu Han's body like a breeze, Xu Han felt pure and clear. Refreshing.

At this moment, Xu Han finally had the opportunity to take a good look at this long-famous Southern Wilderness Jian Mausoleum.

There is a lot of yellow sand and wasteland in the Jian Mausoleum, and on top of the yellow sand and wasteland, there are densely inserted long swords, half of their swords are in the soil, and the exposed half is still the sword light. Flashing, like a dormant evil beast, waiting for the day when it can break out of the cage.

"No matter how deviated the method of the world of swordsmanship, but in the end, they can not escape the realm of the sword and man. Therefore, when the sword master cultivates to the end, people also raise swords, and swords also raise people."

At this moment, Wang Yangming, who was walking in front of Xu Han, said.

"But people inevitably die, but the sword gives birth to its spirit. If it is placed outside, the spirit of the sword will be a hundred years if it loses its owner, and within a few years, the spirit of the sword will disperse. The sword is with people for decades. Just before the sword spirit can be born, how can I bear to see it dissipate, so anyone who sees the grandmaster will visit the sword tomb before he is dying, and send his sword into it, in order to rely on the overflow of the sword tomb’s three fierce swords The sword intent preserves the sword spirit."

Although Xu Han didn't understand why Wang Yangming would say such a thing to him, he nodded to express understanding.

"The spirit of the sword is called 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 is intangible and invisible, but the person holding the sword can feel his existence. ."

"What about the strong? It can be transformed into a human form, and its form is almost exactly the same as that in front of the owner."

"Not only in its form, but also in its words and deeds. Even because of certain obsessions, many sword spirits will regard themselves as their masters..."

Wang Mingyang spoke slowly, not eagerly or slowly, but Xu Han, who was still calm just now, suddenly shook his body when he heard this, and a look of horror came out of his eyebrows.

Xu Han has already entered the fairyland. Whether it is cultivation level or vision, Xu Han now is far from being comparable to ordinary people, and there are few things that can make him so shocked in an instant.

But at this moment, however, he couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart, and he wrote amazement on his face.

He stopped, looked at the old man with his back facing him blankly, and muttered: "You mean..."

The old man also turned his head at that time and looked at Xu Han. Although Xu Han's words had just begun, the other party seemed to have guessed his thoughts a long time ago. So the old man nodded faintly and said: "Yes, in fact, you see him as a sword spirit... well, just a sword spirit."

The old man's eyes dimmed a little, and he continued: "Since the day he was sent back to Jianling~IndoMTL.com~, the sword spirit entrusted in Mo Chenzi's sword has been in an extremely irritable condition.

"He is very guilty. He is tormented by pain and obsessed with obsession..."

"He can’t say how heroic he is in his life, and sometimes he is a little bit muddled, but at least he has never done anything wrong with you. Troubled, even can’t tell whether I’m the real me..."

"So I finally asked Mengliang to take him out of Jianling, all the way north, and found you. I thought that if I could save your life, I would forget his wish so that the spirit of the spring could rest in peace. ."

Xu Han was silent for a few breaths with a calm face, before digesting the news that came suddenly, and then he said again: "But this way, his sword spirit..."

"Did you die?" The old man raised his brows, and a little smile appeared on his face at that time: "For the sword spirit, it is a supreme honor to die for the sword master, man and sword. They complement each other. Although returning to Jianling to preserve the sword spirit is a kind gift from the sword owner to the sword spirit, for a sword, without the sword holder, the sword itself loses the meaning of existence. "

Xu Han frowned when he heard this.

He could not agree with Wang Yangming’s logic. Since the sword gave birth to its spirit and possessed its own will, the sword was no longer a simple weapon. Wang Yangming made the conclusion so easily, which really made Xu Han not convinced. happiness.

It seems that he can see his mind, and the smile on Wang Yangming's face is a little heavier. He said: "Your sword has no spirit, right?"

"Huh?" Xu Han was puzzled by the words.

Wang Yangming continued to say: "So you don't understand."

"But it doesn't matter, one day you give birth to a sword spirit, you will understand what the old man said today, there is nothing wrong with it."