"Father!!"

To be honest, looking at Hou Yuchun's hissing shout, Lin Ning was a little envious.

Even in his previous life, neither he nor his father had ever shown such an outgoing relationship.

The relationship between father and son in Chinese always seems to be deeper.

It's a pity that Hou Yuchun's hissing and shouting did not make the silver-white sword qi in the valley stronger, but seemed to become more and more gloomy as the sky became more and more gloomy.

Perhaps, when this valley is completely restored to tranquility, it will be the time when the Heavenly Sword Marquis will return to the Yuan and be martyred.

Lin Ning's mood was also a little heavy, he asked Jiang Taixu beside him: "Brother Jiang, winter is coming, there is a big gap in grain and rice in the cottage, if I kill some evil families at this time and open some killing rings, will it make you embarrassed?" ”

Jiang Taixu's face changed when he heard this, and he hurriedly persuaded: "Lin Langjun, don't kill people, especially the matter of destroying the door, it is too taboo, it is related to the majesty of the imperial court, even I can't calm the anger of Linzi." Lin Langjun, the imperial court will never tolerate Qingyunzhai killing the family without permission, and the Jixia School Palace will not allow this way. ”

If it could be directly killed so brutally, why did the Three Holy Lands bother to arrange for some families that needed to be eliminated to be involved in the war and consumed?

The Maison is not only the foundation of the three great dynasties, but also the foundation of the three holy places.

Whoever dares to defy the condemnation of the world is digging the foundation of the Holy Land!

Hearing this, Lin Ning smacked his mouth and said in a solemn voice: "Brother Jiang, is there really no means to help the old marquis?" I, Qingyunzhai, am willing to pay any price to save the old marquis. Even if he can't fulfill the holy path, as long as he can survive. ”

A thousand years ago, the Sword Saint was able to resist the Martial Saint with the body of a grandmaster, and Hou Wanqian's Sword Dao was already blue and better than the blue, even if he couldn't achieve the Martial Saint, he could also shield Qingyun Village from most of the wind and rain.

Jiang Taixu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The path of the Holy Dao is only indomitable, and there is no possibility of giving up halfway. is still the crux of the matter, unless the obsession in Hou Wanqian's heart is shaken, otherwise, even if the master and son are in person, there is nothing they can do. The path of the Holy Path can only be relied on by oneself. ”

Xingyue Bodhisattva suddenly said: "Since the Heavenly Sword Layman misses his deceased wife, why not make a poem?" If he can impress the heart of the Heavenly Sword Lay Monk and let him wake up from his predicament, there is no hope, after all, His Excellency the Heavenly Sword's own martial arts cultivation is enough to enter the Holy Realm. You see, the Heavenly Sword Monk was obviously immersed in the memories of the past and did not want to wake up, preferring to abandon the Holy Path...... If there is a poem that shocks him and can understand the deceased people, I think it can be useful. ”

As he spoke, Xingyue Bodhisattva's gaze looked at Lin Ning.

Huang Hong'er is also average.

Dongfang Yiren and Master Fake were inexplicable, Hou Yuchun looked left and right, immediately understood something, stepped forward and grabbed Lin Ning's arm, and choked up: "Brother Lin!" ”

Lin Ning blinked, looked at Hou Yuchun, and then at Xingyue Bodhisattva, and said uncertainly: "Really fake?" ”

Xingyue Bodhisattva shook his head and said, "Except for this method, I don't know any other method. How difficult is the path of the Holy Path......"

Lin Ning looked at Jiang Taixu again, Jiang Taixu hesitated, nodded slowly, and said, "It is indeed a method, if it can really wake up Hou Wanqian...... There is still hope. ”

When Lin Ning heard this, after getting rid of Hou Yuchun's arms, he looked at Tian Wuniang.

It's just that the time at this glance is a little long......

Hou Yuchun was already anxious, seeing how much this scene was, but he didn't dare to force it.

Fortunately, after Lin Ning stepped forward and gently hugged Tian Wuniang, when Tian Wuniang was slightly ashamed, he turned around and protected her behind him, and then carried the "Soul Shifting Method", and recited aloud to Hou Wanqian in the valley in a very deep voice:

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable."

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

In the first sentence, Xingyue Bodhisattva and Jiang Taixu were greatly shaken.

Both of them are full of poetry and books, so they can naturally understand the deep meaning of crying blood in these thirteen words.

But in the valley, Hou Wanqian did not have any obvious movement, and still closed his eyes tightly.

However, when the second sentence was recited, Xingyue Bodhisattva, Dongfang Yiren, and Huang Hong'er even shed tears, and even Jiang Taixu looked worried, and Hou Wanqian in the valley finally moved, and his body trembled obviously.

How does this poem match him?!

Jiang Taixu looked at Hou Wanqian's temples with some shock, and then looked at Lin Ning.

Lin Ning had always said that the poems he wrote were all taught by heaven and man, not written by him, and Jiang Taixu originally believed it.

But how should today's poetry be interpreted?

Could it be that the celestial man was in Lin Ning's mind at this moment, teaching him to compose lyrics?

"The night comes and the dream suddenly returns home. Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. ”

"It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka."

The second half of the words were recited aloud by Lin Ning in a mournful voice, and he heard Dongfang Yiren crying and exclaimed loudly: "Look, the old marquis is crying!" ”

Needless to say, everyone can also see that at this moment, Hou Wanqian's handsome and miserable face, how can there be thousands of tears?

The silver-white sword yuan, which had already dimmed, flourished again little by little at this time.

Xingyue Bodhisattva wiped away the tears on his face, and hurriedly reminded Lin Ning: "Recite it again, quickly." ”

Lin Ning did not refuse, and read aloud again.

And with his first sentence of "Ten years of life and death", countless silver and white sword yuan in the valley began to "tremble and tremble" and slowly floated, and even the grass, trees, sand and stones also rose.

By the time Lin Ning finished reciting it for the second time, thousands of sword yuan were all over the entire valley.

When Lin Ning only thought it was spectacular, Tian Wuniang, Xingyue Bodhisattva and Jiang Taixu all changed their faces!

Lin Ning and Hou Yuchun were startled, thinking that something had happened again.

Just listen to Dongfang Yidao: "The old marquis has begun to enter the sainthood, this sword, contains endless sorrow, the rest of the martial saints are mostly into the Tao, but the old marquis has entered the Tao with a sad sword." Entering the sanctification with extreme affection, after entering the sanctification, only this sadness, who in the world can stop it? ”

Not only Jiang Taixu has an understanding of the Holy Dao, but the Dongfang Yiren are actually authentic saint second generations.

As soon as Dongfang Yiren's words fell, Lin Ning, Hou Yuchun and Master Fake were also stunned, and great compassion surged into their hearts in an instant, and they couldn't resist it at all.

Tears flowed involuntarily, Lin Ning remembered his parents and relatives in his previous life, and his heartbreak was almost difficult to hold on, which made him go straight to the road of depression, forcing Lin Ning to call "Heavenly Dao......

It took a full five hundred merit points to dissolve the threat brought by the aftermath of this martial saint, and after Lin Ning recovered his emotions, he saw that although Tian Wuniang and Huang Hong'er were in tears, they were not lost, and they breathed a sigh of relief, and the others begged for more blessings.

Countless sword elements with grass, trees, and sand crystals converged into a huge giant sword above the valley.

The sword is amazing!!

It was the real sword power that was shocking, Lin Ning saw it with his own eyes, the sword was facing the sky, and even the dark clouds above the valley slowly dispersed.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a thunderclap exploded, and the sorrow in the sky was dissipated, and everyone woke up to see a lightning bolt that pierced the sky, and its tail slashed on the giant sword.

For a time, the grass clippings and sand blew up.

Before everyone had time to watch Hou Wanqian's situation, several lightning bolts and thunderbolts struck down in a row, crashing on the giant sword, and the power of heaven was amazing!

The giant sword was originally made of grass, trees, mountains and stones, and at this moment, the grass clippings that were bombarded turned into ash, the sand and stones turned into pulp, and the size continued to shrink, and in the end, the giant sword that was originally ten zhang high was reduced to a short blade of no more than three feet.

However, when it reached the three-foot short front, it was no longer reduced by lightning and thunder, not only did it no longer shrink, but as time spread, it bloomed with more and more silver-white light.

And in the silver-white sword gang, there was gradually a touch of purple......

"Ten years, life and death, two vast."

"Don't think about ......"

"Unforgettable ......"

Some hoarse voices came from the valley, and although the voice was soft, every word seemed to sound in people's hearts.

At this moment, the three-foot short blade suddenly flourished in purple and formed a huge sword gang, breaking through the sky.

For a while, it seemed that between heaven and earth, there was only one purple giant sword!

Within a radius of ten miles, the dark clouds dispersed, the thunder disappeared, and the sky was clear and clear.

However, the endless sadness struck again. In heaven and earth, all living beings are surrounded by a deep sense of sorrow.

Qingyun Village and the Seven Camps are crying.

Even in the mountains and jungles, there are wolves wailing, tigers and bears wailing, and strong winds......

It wasn't until the purple sword that penetrated the sky and the earth slowly faded away and reclassified it into an ancient and unpretentious stone sword that peace was restored between heaven and earth.

Everyone saw Hou Wanqian walking out of the grass house step by step and stepping into the air.

"Father!!"

Hou Yuchun's mood fluctuated several times today, and the tears on his face were not dry at the moment, so he stepped forward and knelt down to say goodbye.

Men don't flick when they have tears, but when it comes to their loved ones, who can be indifferent?

Hou Wanqian bowed slightly, and an invisible force supported Hou Yuchun to get up.

However, Hou Wanqian didn't say anything to him, but walked in front of Lin Ning and bowed slowly.

Lin Ning didn't feel anything, don't care what you are, I saved you just now, you worship me, what's the matter?

But everyone else was surprised, throughout the ages, there were saints who worshiped mortals?

Hou Wanqian stood up again after a salute, looking more handsome than before, which made Lin Ning slightly dissatisfied.

Hou Wanqian's voice said abruptly: "I thought that I would only save you once in this life, but I didn't expect that even the Holy Dao would be awakened for you." This favor is so heavy that I don't even know how to repay it......"

Lin Ning was startled when he heard this, and said: "Old Marquis, you don't thank you for your great kindness, and your deep kindness is more than hatred, you won't want to kill me, right?" ”

Everyone was stunned, Hou Wanqian smiled slightly, stood with his hands in his hands, and after groaning for a while, he gently stretched out his hand, and the stone sword in the valley came instantly.

Hou Wanqian held the stone sword and said lightly: "This sword is the sword of my holy way, the one who enters the Tao with a sword in the world, I am the only one in ancient and modern times, this sword is worthy of the first sword in the world, I will transfer it to you, how about it?" ”

When Lin Ning heard this, his heart was instantly moved.

Although he doesn't use a sword, Tian Wuniang uses a sword.

But it was only an instant heartbeat, after all, he still practiced martial arts and knew some common sense.

Although they are all sword cultivators, Tian Wuniang's sword path is brilliant and domineering, and Hou Wanqian are clearly two different things.

Moreover, Tian Wuniang used Tianzhu just right, and replacing the sword may not be a good thing.

Therefore, he said righteously: "The old marquis is too outward, I and Brother Hou hit it off at first sight, the old marquis is my elder, it is a matter of course to help a little favor, how can I trade the sword of the holy way of the old marquis?" In this way, don't you despise the righteousness of me and Brother Hou? ”

The other people's faces were faintly strange, it was natural for Lin Ning to help Hou Wanqian, so if Lin Ning was in trouble in the future, was it also natural for Hou Wanqian to help him?

But the father and son of the Hou family obviously didn't think so, Hou Yuchun said loudly: "Father, although Brother Lin and I don't have the same surname, when it comes to love, it is better than blood brothers, you don't have to be like this." ”

Hearing this, Hou Wanqian looked at Lin Ning's sincere face, and said with a faint smile: "Since this is the case, in the future, I will set up a sword mound in this valley." ”

When Lin Ning heard this, he was instantly overjoyed!

turned around and said in a low voice to Jiang Taixu: "Brother Jiang, I'm sorry, last night, we wiped out the Guangyang Mao family, you can bear more." ”

Jiang Taixu: "......"

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