When the stone came to his eyes, a slender stone box flew out of the pile of stones, and the honest monk reached out to take the stone box.

After the stone box flew out, the stone crate quickly returned to its original position, and the sword mound returned to its original appearance.

The honest monk hugged the stone box and flew out of the sword mound.

Except for some strange pattern decorations, there is not a trace of gaps on the stone box, as if it is carved from a whole stone. The honest monk looked carefully again, and there was a depression on the side of the stone box, and his fingers pressed down hard.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, the lid popped open!

A three-foot long sword lay quietly inside, the sword body was old and ancient, like a burning stick.

The honest monk held the scabbard in his left hand, the hilt of the sword in his right hand, the sword in front of his chest, and his arms pulled vigorously to both sides...... I go, but I can't pull it?

Is it rusty?

Shouldn't it be, isn't this a magic weapon?

I don't know when, Xuanyuan Sanjian has walked in front of the honest monk, his eyes are slightly condensed, and he can't take his eyes off the long sword.

Zhanlu sword, the blade of the sword is three feet three, the net weight is six catties and six taels, it is cast by the sword master Ou Yezi, according to legend, the day the sword is completed, the light penetrates the sky, the sun and the moon shine, and the ghosts and gods cry out.

The honest monk couldn't help but sigh and said, "This burning stick is rusty. ”

Rusty burning sticks?

Xuanyuan Sanjian resisted the urge to whip him and said, "This is the Zhanlu Sword. ”

The honest monk asked incredulously, "What the master is talking about is the Zhanlu sword of 'one sword swinging down the boulder'?"

"Or else?"

The honest monk shook his head and said: "Since Yue Fei's death, the Zhanlu Sword has been lost since then, Master's words must be lying to me." ”

Xuanyuan Sanjian smiled slightly: "Then do you know that after Yue Fei's death, a jailer named Kui Shun in Lin'an Mansion carried Yue Fei's body out of the city overnight?"

The honest monk didn't understand what he meant.

Xuanyuan Sanjian continued: "Kui Shun is a disciple of my Xuanyuan clan, and he brought out not only Yue Fei's body that night, but also this Zhanlu sword. This Zhanlu sword has been buried here for nearly nine hundred years and has never left the sword mound. ”

The honest monk saw that he was extremely serious, and he couldn't help but believe it a little in his heart.

"Then why can't this sword come out of its sheath?"

Xuanyuan Sanjian shook his head and said, "It's the first time I've encountered this kind of thing, how would I know?"

……

Xuanyuan Sanjian continued: "Now that you have obtained the sword, I will pass on a set of sword techniques to you, and you listen attentively. He paused for a moment, and then read in his mouth: "The Great Dao Qianyuan, the sun and the moon are Zhenguan; Yin and yang seek each other, take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, and the debate of the six qis, so as to swim in the infinite ......"

Xuanyuan Sanjian read all the way down, and there were more than 3,000 words.

The honest monk waited for Xuanyuan to finish reading the three swords, and said aloud: "I see that this set of swordsmanship seems to be related to the changes of the sixty-four hexagrams, such as this Gen Zhen is excited, is it stepping on the 'Yi' position, and the vertical sword is struck, which seems to be a real move, but it is actually a false move?"

As he spoke, his feet were already on the 'Yi' position, and the sword in his hand had been swung.

Xuanyuan Three Swords Daqi: "Have you learned this set of 'Vertical and Horizontal Seven Swords'?"

"I didn't learn it, I just understood it in my heart according to the mantra. ”

Xuanyuan Sanjian raised his eyebrows and said, "What else?"

"The Great Dao Qianyuan, the Sun and the Moon Zhenguan, should be flying and jumping up, falling in the 'Qian' position, when the body falls, the sword is stabbed out from top to bottom......;

Xuanyuan Sanjian's face was full of joy, patted his thigh, and said: "If you can understand the changes in the sword technique, this set of sword techniques will be very easy to learn, now you just need to remember the mantra and go back and slowly comprehend." Immediately, he recited the mantra again, and after reciting more than 200 words, he said, "You try to memorize it again." ”

The honest monk recited according to his words, and only made three mistakes.

The three swords of Xuanyuan were corrected, and the honest monk recited it for the second time, and there was no further mistake.

Xuanyuan Sanjian was even more pleased, and he thought in his heart: "Xingdian, there is such a good apprentice, even if you kick me, I won't bother with you." ”

So he passed on another 200-word mantra, and after the honest monk memorized it, he passed on another 200 words......

Rao is an honest monk and very intelligent, and it took more than an hour to remember exactly what he wrote.

Xuanyuan Sanjian asked him to recite it twice from beginning to end, and when he saw that he remembered everything, he nodded and said, "After you leave the valley, you must recite it every day until you understand all the changes." ”

The honest monk heard the meaning of his words and asked, "Won't Master go down the mountain with me?"

"I can find a successor for this swordsmanship in my twilight years, and I am worthy of the ancestors, as long as you have me as a master in your heart, don't come to see me again in the future. My Xuanyuan clan was born to protect the sword mound, and after you leave, I will fall down the Broken Dragon Stone, and I will never leave the valley in this life. ”

The honest monk felt a sour feeling in his heart, although he had been in contact with Xuanyuan Sanjian for a short time, he could also see that the other party was a person with a true temperament, and the most important thing was that this old man was shameless, which suited his appetite.

Xuanyuan Sanjian saw his gloomy expression, and said with a smile: "People are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or a hair, I can die in the sword mound, it is also a great joy in life." ”

Don't change your original intention and stick to sincerity, this may be the real Jianghu people.

The honest monk knelt on his knees, kowtowed three times in succession, and shouted respectfully, "Master." Then he picked up the sword and the stone box on the ground, stood up, and left without looking back.

The sky turned pale, and an eagle fell from a cliff.

This is fate, and it is a matter of dignity.

The fall of the swordsman must have been so tragic.

Tears crossed the corners of the honest monk's eyes.

Watching the honest monk leave, Xuanyuan Sanjian showed a faint smile on his face.

Xia Qianxue woke up from her sleep, the warm sun shining over the towering canopy on her pink cheeks, her long, curly eyelashes leaving two shadows on her eyelids.

She slept a little long, and it was almost noon.

Looking around, there was no trace of an honest monk, and there were no waves on the water. No matter who it is, it is impossible to stay underwater for so long, it must be an accident, right?

Thinking of this, Xia Qianxue stood up, walked to the edge of the pool, and shouted loudly: "Little monk, little monk......"

Xia Qianxue was in a hurry.

I'm in a hurry.

Without saying a word, she jumped into the water with a thud.

Just wanted to dive three or four feet underwater, she felt a tightness in her chest, so she had to surface again.

Just when she was about to dive in for the second time, there was a sudden splash on the water, and the honest monk came out of the water, and he said with a hippie smile: "With such a big beauty as you martyred for me, I am dead, and it is worth it." ”

Xia Qianxue's pretty face instantly turned red, and she said in a coquettish voice: "Who wants to die for you, I just look at the tribulation last night, otherwise, I will be happy to drown you bastard." ”