Gu Ming was secretly happy in his heart, silently sensing the surging sword intent around him, after a while all the swords quieted down, Gu Ming woke up from the immersion, and he was a little unsatisfied, but he was almost very satisfied, and this moment of understanding was enough to be worth ten years of hard work. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A vague sword shadow appeared in front of Gu Ming, this sword shadow was the familiar sword of Gu Ming in the sword pool, and he withdrew his gaze from the young sword shadow, and the voice sounded again, "You are very good, it turns out that you triggered the newborn sword soul, so that the sword mound appeared in advance." ”

Gu Ming clearly identified that the voice was actually from the sword this time, so he was surprised, but he didn't know why he said that he had triggered the sword soul, Gu Ming said suspiciously: "Senior, I didn't do anything." ”

"Hehe, this is fate, you can understand the sword intent at such a young age, it's really amazing, there is no shortage of such geniuses in my fairy sword lineage, but you can realize the sword intent at such an age in a world without strong sword rules, it is incredible, it is no longer a genius who can be summarized, it is not worse than my master, what is even more strange is that you have not cultivated, a person who has not cultivated has practiced sword intent, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Just now I briefly probed your state, it's really weird, now you relax your body, I will attract the soul source to check it for you. ”

Gu Ming nodded, relieved, a little apprehensive and a little expectant.

"Ah, why do you have the breath of God in you, someone who has erased your connection with the past, but can't see your future, such a vagaries of fate...... Don't......? ”

At this moment, the power in Gu Ming's body suddenly became agitated, and soon subsided like a tide, Gu Ming found that the breath of exploration had withdrawn, and he couldn't wait to look at the sword shadow.

"Alas, the wish of the heavens, the fate of the people, the destined burden, you go, I can't help, it seems that I'm leaving here." The voice of the vicissitudes of life exudes endless sadness.

Gu Ming's heart was cold, and he felt sad in his heart, couldn't such a powerful existence help me?

"Child, do you feel discouraged and hopeless? Do you want to be strong? Jian Ying asked kindly, like a kind elder at this moment.

Gu Ming raised his head firmly and said, "Well, I want to be stronger." ”

"In the era when the gods were raging and the demons were rampant, there was once a person who led the sword fairy to rise in the vast troubled times, like the star of the nine heavens, shining through the ages, and the power of one person lost the color of the heavens and the earth, the gods retreated, and the demons surrendered, he is my master."

Gu Ming thought of that scene, and his heart was surging, life should be like this, and he was a hero.

"But do you know how many desperate situations he has experienced, never give up while living, even if you take the end of the road, you have to go on, go out of your own way, just like your master, he also found his way in a desperate situation, if he does not die, sooner or later he will be a strong man who shocks the heavens."

"Thank you seniors for teaching, I know, what do you mean by the wish of the heavens and the destiny of the common people, Gu Ming doesn't understand."

"You'll understand this one day, and there are many things that I can't say right now."

"Where did the master of the predecessor go?"

After a long silence, Sword Shadow said, "He's fallen." ”

"Ah, so powerful will fall, who is it.... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. Gu Ming must have been sad when he thought of Sword Shadow.

"It's rare for you to be so kind, little one, I don't know how many years have passed, and what else is there to be sad about. After the war, I woke up with a crippled sword body, and I don't know who was buried in this sword mound, maybe there are still masters in my sword immortal lineage, but then I didn't find the slightest trace, and the sword immortal lineage can be said to have withered away.

I broke off the connection with my master's spirit, and I knew that my master's battle had fallen, and I didn't even find his body, and then a strong enemy was born, and I hid everywhere, and in order to hide the breath, we would always be silent in a hidden place for a long time, and only when someone was discovered would it be transferred. This sword mound buries nearly all the immortal swords of my sword immortal lineage, and most of the brothers' remnant souls are broken, but relying on the immortal faith, we have used the eternal years to nurture new hope. The master said that the sword soul is immortal, and there will be descendants, and one day the sword immortal will once again resist the sword in the sky of all worlds.

As for the enemies of the master, do not say, do not think, well, I should go. ”

Gu Ming wanted to ask again, but found that he had unconsciously arrived outside the sword mound, he turned around and waved his hand and shouted, "Goodbye." ”

"I put a sword mark on you, this is the inheritance of our sword immortal lineage, when you reach a certain realm, the inheritance will be automatically opened, the sword mark can also allow you to mobilize the power in your body once, remember not to use it with caution when you have to do it" The voice sounded in Gu Ming's mind, Gu Ming silently said thank you, and at the same time, the sword mound began to slowly turn into a virtual shadow until it completely disappeared.

The young sword shadow in the sword pool sounded softly, and the sword shadow sighed and said: "It seems that you like that kid very much, originally I also wanted to hand you over to him, but he has his own way, you are the last hope of my sword immortal lineage, and there may be a chance to fight together in the future." But now we're going to find that real descendant. ”

"How is the kid, come and see it to the master" Mo Wentian saw that Gu Ming came out, and hurriedly put down the wine jug on the side of his mouth and said.

Gu Ming's eyes flashed and said: "The master is already okay, and I can also occasionally use the power in my body, the seniors have to take everything slowly, and it will get better and better in the future." I've been here for a long time, so let's go back, master. "Master will be sad if he knows that he is still unable to cultivate, don't tell him for the time being, maybe after a long time I will be able to find my own way as the Sword Shadow predecessor said.

Mo asked Tianxi and said: "Okay, good, I have benefited a lot from coming out this time, and this good thing has been encountered by your kid." ”

After coming back, Gu Ming has been pondering his own path, he has cultivated harder, and the perception of sword intent has a certain heat, which makes Mo Wentian very pleased, but at the same time, Mo Wentian also began to wonder why Gu Ming still has no spiritual power, but the power in his body has indeed not occurred for a long time, and Mo Wentian has not asked much, but Gu Ming is anxious to cultivate.

At this time, it is already dusk time, deep in the maple forest on the top of Fenghuo Peak, there is a bamboo pavilion faintly on the shore of a bay lake, the distant mountains are as misty as fire, the water near the water is faint and faint in autumn, the sound of the guqin seems to be far away and close to the sound of the ancient maple fire tree is fluttering, under the ancient maple fire tree covered with autumn colors, especially see the red leaves like butterflies, flying and blurry, at this moment the sword shines on the sunset, the sword light flickers and blurs, like the wind and thunder run, and like the flying phoenix dances lightly. Sweat ran down the tips of his soaked hair across his cheeks, and then wet his clothes, Gu Ming seemed to be unaware, his pale yellow cheeks were embarrassed with dirt stains, and his chapped lips trembled slightly, perhaps because his teeth were too dead. Wielding a black iron heavy sword as long as his height, his dark eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky.

With a soft drink, Gu Ming retracted his sword and swirled, jumped up in the air, stood in front of his chest with the sword in his right hand, and pointed at the auxiliary sword in his left hand, a slight cold light flashed on the tip of the sword, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, "Slash!" The childish shouting voice has a terrifying perseverance and perseverance, at this moment, it seems that the human sword is one, and it is one, this is the realm that many sword cultivators dream of, who would have thought that it would be displayed on a child who can't help but look weak, a sword light flashed, and it split the red iron rock under the ancient maple tree, "Boom!" With a bang, the sound of gold and iron clashing was accompanied by sparks, Gu Ming only felt a terrible concussion force from the tiger's mouth in his right hand, and the tiger's mouth with the scar was torn apart instantly, and Gu Ming's thin figure was directly bounced out, although he held the hilt of the sword, but the sword still flew out of his hand, and the descendants fell to the ground fiercely.

The sound of the piano in the bamboo pavilion trembled slightly, stagnated for a moment, and sighed faintly, Mo Wentian sat quietly on the window in the bamboo pavilion, the small window faced the center of the lake, although he could not see the ancient Ming martial arts, Mo Wentian seemed to be like a mirror, everything was clear in his heart, he habitually grabbed the wine jug on one side and drank a few sips, looking at the white-clothed girl who had been hidden in the center of the lake for a long time, frowned, shook his head slightly, and drank violently, put down the wine jug, and resumed the uninhibited and frivolous smile.

Gu Ming struggled to get up from the ground, looked at the undamaged red iron rock, and didn't even leave a road mark, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and finally turned into perseverance, and the blood of the tiger's mouth was torn unconsciously, and the thin body staggered to the sword, and picked up the sword on the ground with difficulty, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he took a painful breath "hiss", and then raised the sword again. The girl in white in the middle of the lake, her body trembled slightly, the peerless face, two lines of tears quietly dripped into the lake, she couldn't hold back anymore, Ling Bo tread water like a breeze and quickly approached the lakeside, this girl in white was Xianyun.

Mo Wentian whispered: "If it is really a heavenly immortal, the aura is extraordinary, such a terrifying talent is enough to shock the ancient and modern, maybe it can break the ban of the immortal clan, hehe, immortal emperor, immortal emperor, my good virtuous brother, am I really wrong." Mo Wentian flicked his fingers at will, and when his fingers fell, a burst of energy instantly hit the sword in Gu Ming's hand, and the sword body let out a wail, and came out of his hand, and he didn't even have time to react, the boy waved half a move before he realized that there was no sword in his hand, and when he turned around, he saw that the sword had been deeply pierced into the incomparably hard red iron rock.

Xianyun, who had just come to the lakeside, stopped, looked at the red iron rock incredibly, his eyes were full of horror, the red iron rock was extremely tough, and it was difficult for ordinary people to cut the immortal weapon, and some people wanted to use it to refine the magic weapon, but it turned out that it was extremely difficult to smelt, and it could not be shaped so he had to give up, but a black iron sword, easily pierced deep into the red iron rock, could it be that he had already returned.

"Master, I'm 。。。。。。" Gu Ming didn't notice the immortal Yun by the lake, and looked ashamed, he must have disappointed the master, they were right, I was really just a waste.

A Mo Wentian's voice sounded in Gu Ming's ears, "Do you kid don't want to die, how can I put your mud on the wall and can't support the wall" The middle-aged Mo Wentian in the bamboo pavilion said as if he remembered something, shook his head, raised the wine jug and drank again, drank the last drop, shook the wine jug, seemed not to believe that the wine was finished, and then looked at the mouth of the wine jug, and threw the wine jug aside in a boring manner, and then said: What's wrong with being a waste, I am an old waste, of course my apprentice is a little waste, you look down on your master and meOr do you look down on waste like them? ”

Gu Ming lowered his head, there seemed to be a bright light in his heart, and he didn't know how to answer: "Master, I ......"

Mo Wentian asked again: "Okay, then you tell me what waste is, do they say you are you, and they say you are not, you are not?" "Then what do you live for, so that others don't call you waste?"

Gu Ming only felt a thunderbolt flash in his mind, and he was stunned for a moment, a glimmer of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Master, I was wrong. ”

Mo Wentian nodded with satisfaction, his figure was in a trance, he was already leaning on the ancient thick maple branch next to the boy, holding the wine jug in his hand, his eyes were slightly focused, and he muttered to himself, "A good pot to cross the red dust, a drunken years to forget the river, like a dream for eternity, now this wine is exhausted, whether the dream has woken up, whether it is drunk or drunk, hahaha!" ”

Mo Wentian looked at the master who came to his side in a daze, and had a different illusion, the master has changed more and more obviously over the years, but it seems that there is no difference when he observes it carefully, there is a feeling that he can't explain clearly, and the master is sober up.

"Boy, what are you watching me do, are you wondering if this drunken maniac will be sober today" Mo Wentian looked at the boy playfully.

Gu Ming's face flushed, and he couldn't help it, "Huh? After thinking about it, he hurriedly said: "No, no" After thinking about it, he hurriedly said: "I mean the master has always been very sober." ”

Mo asked Tianxin to say that if this stupid boy hadn't experienced a catastrophe and misery at a young age, and his heart was too obsessed, it would be quite interesting, and Xianyun who was hiding in the forest on the side couldn't help but smile. Mo Wentian stroked his beard and said matter-of-factly: "You kid listen, people can't only live in their own world, let alone in other people's worlds. ”

Gu Ming thought for a while and asked, "Oh, master, then how should I live?" ”

Mo Wentian smiled, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "This is what I just said that you live for, life is so simple, just to understand how you should live?" ”

Gu Ming only felt that it seemed to make sense, "Then master, I want to be a strong man." "Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a trace of memory, so similar words, as if seeing his childhood self, although it is too far away, but still so clear, I swear, one day I will become a strong man...... "Strong, very good, but if you want to be a real strong person, you don't rely on hatred and anger, they can give you strength, they can also give you destruction, if you want to be strong, you must have a strong heart, this is the beginning of the road to the strong."

Gu Ming's mind echoed his master's words over and over again, as if some baggage had been opened in his heart, this was his ninth year in the fairy world, and he still didn't know where his parents and his family were. Who the hell are they? He has experienced too many sad sufferings, maybe it is a miracle to be alive, maybe it is better to die, he has endured too much that he should not bear at this age, but for Sister Xian'er, for the master, for those who are good to him, and for himself, he told himself that he must live well, find his own way, and become a strong man. (To be continued)