The old man's voice suddenly became very peculiar, and he said coldly: "The fate of a swordsman is that once he picks it up, he can't put it down." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wu Hanjiang said gloomily: "Yes."

The old man stared at him deeply, "So you have no choice."

Wu Hanjiang said: "So I have to practice this set of swordsmanship."

The old man said, "You seem to be looking forward to it?"

Wu Hanjiang stopped talking, his expression didn't look any happy, but his hand was moving, as if he was ready to take the sword.

The old man suddenly turned around and said, "Follow me."

Wu Hanjiang walked over slowly, and the old man said as he walked: "If you suddenly find that one day you can't control it anymore, or you have completely become another person, or even not quite like a person, will you regret it?"

Wu Hanjiang stopped at this time, couldn't help but glance at Xiaohong, closed his eyes and sighed: "I don't regret it."

The old man's pale face showed a flush again, and he smiled: "You are just like me when I was young."

Wu Hanjiang gently supported him and listened respectfully, the old man's tone seemed to be mocking, and he laughed self-deprecatingly: "A martial idiot doesn't care about anything, as long as the sword in his hand can kill people, it's enough, but I really don't want you to become a ......."

Wu Hanjiang lowered his head and didn't say anything, but he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and these thoughts were not the same as the master's.

He found that after going outside and seeing a lot of scenery, many of his thoughts would change, and he would become different from his previous self.

He said silently: "I may not have lived as long as I thought, maybe life is in the middle of nowhere, so I can't care about many things at all."

The old man finally stopped, and when he stopped, he came to a house made of dead branches and dirt.

The room couldn't have been simpler, with a stove, a broken wooden table, and a green lamp on it.

The oil in the green lamp is almost burned out, like the life of an old man.

The old man walked into the room, sat down at the table, and said in a deep voice, "What do you want to tell me when you come back this time?"

As soon as Wu Hanjiang's words came out, he suddenly stopped again, he had a lot of things to say to the master, and he wanted to tell the old man everything he had seen and heard on the rivers and lakes.

But he suddenly found that he could no longer speak, and when he came back from outside, he found that everything had changed in his house.

The words that originally came to his mouth were all blocked in his throat all of a sudden, everything in this world was changing every moment, and he found that his rivers and lakes were different from the world that the old man talked to him about every day.

The storm of the last era has long passed in a hurry.

He was afraid that what he said would be different from what the old man had in mind, so he simply shut up.

The old man was not reluctant, and said with a smile: "You don't know where to start?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "I ......."

The old man said, "Okay, I'll just ask you one thing."

Wu Hanjiang said: "You say."

The old man suddenly became very solemn, stared at the Wuhan River, and said in a deep voice: "How are you doing on the rivers and lakes?"

Wu Hanjiang raised his head, met the old man's burning gaze, and said, "Do you want to ask who I have defeated so far?"

The old man's gaze became even more enthusiastic, and he found that the apprentice of Mu Ne, who was brought up in one hand, suddenly became much smarter, and he said with a smile: "This is nature, what men pursue is under one person, above ten thousand people."

Wu Hanjiang was silent for a while, and said, "But I still heard a word outside."

The old man said softly, "What words?"

Wu Hanjiang suddenly said: "Hero".

The old man looked at him, as if he had just known this person, and frowned: "Hero?".

The old man looked at him and said, "You want to be a hero?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "I don't want to."

The old man said, "Then why are you ......?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "But I have seen people become like that, since I participated in the world martial arts according to your instructions, I have met many people of all kinds."

The old man coughed lightly and said, "I only ask if you have defeated the Long family in the world martial arts?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "I have defeated everyone, but I have not defeated the people of the Long family."

The old man suddenly said, "Why?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "Because he is a hero".

The old man glared at him coldly, his teeth chattering, "Who is he?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "He is the leader of the martial arts alliance today."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but twitch, a touch of bitterness on his face, and said, "I really don't want to duel with him."

The old man suddenly said, "What kind of person is he?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "He is a hero, I have never seen a person so great."

The old man said, "Great?"

Wu Hanjiang carefully organized the words and chuckled: "Yes, because although he is also a strong swordsman, he never holds a sword."

The old man was moved and pondered, "A swordsman never holds a sword?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "Yes, he is that kind of person."

The old man said, "Why?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "Because he is afraid of wrongful killing."

The old man suddenly laughed, his laughter was full of ridicule, and he said leisurely: "I have seen a lot of people like this, but they are just pretending, and they are not on the surface."

Wu Hanjiang said: "I also had doubts, but I didn't."

The old man snorted coldly and said, "Just imagine how a compassionate person can practice such strong martial arts, and the person who practices martial arts is originally to kill people."

Wu Hanjiang said: "But his martial arts are often used to stop killing", gradually seemed to say a lot, although he knew that the master might not like to hear these words, but he still couldn't help but say it, "His name is Longxi, there seems to be only such a person in this world, at first I would also think that he was a rotten person, a fake person, and after getting along for a long time, I found out that it was not like that."

The old man's face became heavier and heavier, and he snorted coldly, "It seems that you have become friends with him."

The pain on Wu Hanjiang's face was even worse, and said: "This is what is really painful", he sighed helplessly, and continued: "I found that after getting along with him for a long time, I have changed."

The old man straightened up suddenly, his face was not angry, but surprised, the effort he had spent in his life was just trying to turn Wu Hanjiang into a ruthless killing tool.

Now that he finds that this tool has been changed by someone else, it cannot but be said to be a huge failure.

He wanted to draw his sword, but his body was no longer at his beckon, and his life seemed to be coming to an end soon.

Wu Hanjiang hurriedly stood up to support him, and said softly: "Master, that's all I have to say, even if you let me die, I have no complaints."

The old man blurted out: "Then you go to die......", and suddenly stopped, calmed down and said: "That's it, that's it."

Wu Hanjiang still listened respectfully, he knew that this might also be the last time he would listen to his master in his life.

The old man was silent for a long time, only to feel a surge of qi and blood, he couldn't bear it anymore, and said anxiously: "Do you really want to learn the ghost sword?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "I am the way I am now, I have no choice."

The old man said, "I know you want to avenge me, but how do you know that I am worthy of you?"

Wu Hanjiang said: "Master, you ......."

The old man interrupted with a sneer: "You go and take out the contents of the box".

Wu Hanjiang walked over, the house was not big, and there was only such a wooden box, which was already full of dust.

Wu Hanjiang actually knew the things in the wooden box, it was a cyan blanket, and the blanket was full of mold, but he could still clearly see a golden dragon neatly embroidered on it.

Wu Hanjiang carefully took out the blanket, and when he took it in his hand, he found that the blanket was wrapped in a thick book.

The old man's eyes slowly closed, and his thoughts quickly stopped, and before leaving, he muttered out two words: "Ghost Sword".