"Another purpose?" Xu Yan suddenly realized Zhu Lao's answer, and one of the possibilities came to mind. "Could it be that the people of the royal capital have found out the whereabouts of you and the sword?"

When Xu Yan said these words, everyone was silent, and even the sound of falling dead leaves could be heard clearly.

The Weiyang tribe, eighteen years ago, was just an ordinary tribe of human beings, and since ancient times, they have lived in groups next to the Jingshui Lake in the Gucheng Mountains.

After the lake was dried by a fire from the sky, it stretched for hundreds of miles, and the fire burned all over the wilderness, destroying the lives and starving all over the wilderness.

When Hua Yin passed by here and extinguished the fire, saving the people of the Gucheng Mountain Range from the sea of fire, everyone respected him and regarded him as the head of a clan.

Those tribesmen who fled the Lonely City Mountain Range have depicted the tragedy of the natural disaster to the world, so after a long time, the outside world believes that the fire has spread throughout the Lonely City Mountains, and the tribesmen have long disappeared in that disaster.

For decades, the Weiyang people have taken in many hermits who want to live in seclusion. They come from different places and live here with their own stories. Hua Yin led his people to be self-sufficient, and gradually isolated from the outside world, making Weiyang a paradise that no one knows.

But even the truly isolated Peach Blossom Land will eventually be discovered by the world, not to mention a small tribe in the human world, the Weiyang tribe?

The phantom shook his head, his eyes revealing a hint of sadness, and said in a deep voice: "This is exactly what I am worried about, although this Sword of Returning to the Spring of All Living Beings cannot be used to identify the level with seven colors, but it has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the number of creatures it has slaughtered has increased, and the anger of the sword itself has become heavier. ”

"In this way, not only will your grandson Zhu Lin not be able to control this domineering sentient being's Guiquan Sword, but it will also make the strong people of the royal capital find this magic sword because of this sky-high anger, right?" Hua Yin looked at the phantom and asked thoughtfully.

The reason why Hua Yin wants to isolate the Weiyang clan from the world is not only that he guessed that these hermits have the unspeakable ability to escape from the world, but also that he wants to give Hua Feng a chance to grow, because whether it is the human world or the demon god world, there are forces that the Weiyang clan cannot easily contend with.

"What the patriarch said is extremely true, if this can protect Zhu Lin's safety, it will be worth it for me to make a sword spirit with this old bone!"

The phantom was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Hua Feng again, his amiable face bloomed on his pale face, and said to Hua Feng: "Feng'er, your strength has really improved by leaps and bounds in the past few years, and now you will no longer be chased by such beasts and have no way to escape, right?"

Looking at the phantom of Zhu Lao is a sword spirit at this time, Hua Feng was a little touched, and the vicissitudes of life were just a moment. See you again, but the old people of the past have been like this. He nodded and replied, "Grandpa Zhu, you said you would wait for me to come to you to make tea and have a long talk!"

"Ahem, the wind, time passes, the world is impermanent, you have to understand that life is full of many uncertainties, and what will happen in the next second is not something that we mortals can control. The phantom coughed dryly twice, and instructed Hua Feng and Zhu Lin. "However, Zhu Lin Huafeng, you have to promise me that if you have the opportunity to practice unifiedly, you must remember to share blessings and difficulties, and you must not meet each other again!"

"Well, Grandpa Zhu, we promise you!" Hua Feng replied, and Zhu Lin also nodded.

Xu Yan patted Hua Feng's shoulder, interrupted Hua Feng's thoughts, and said softly: "Let's go, their grandchildren still have something to say!"

On the way back, Hua Feng recalled that three years ago, when Zhu Lao swung his sword to cut off the head of the giant python, the sword shadow was silent, like a light hung floating past him. "Is that sword really that powerful?" Hua Feng asked as he turned his head to Xu Yan.

"That sword is originally called the Sword of Returning to the Spring of All Beings, and there are already countless creatures that it has sent to the Yellow Spring, but even if it is a divine sword, if it kills too many evil things, it will eventually become a magic sword that will devour its master, and the resentment will be entangled, and the anger will be indulged. The corners of Xu Yan's mouth trembled slightly, and his voice was a little excited.

Hua Yin also sighed on the side and said, "Unless there is an artifact holder who has reached the fourth dimension of the realm, he can use the spirit to sacrifice, conclude a contract, and turn into a sword spirit to let the next successor control the divine sword. ”

"Could it be that their family has spread this sword of returning to the spring of all beings, and there will be a generation that will turn into a sword spirit for the sake of the sword?" Although he saw Zhu Lao, who had turned into a sword spirit, Hua Feng's heart was still full of doubts, "Isn't this no different from a curse?"

"Why not?" Hua Yin's eyes narrowed slightly, he pondered for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes again, as if he thought of something: "No, this divine sword that looks down on everything, it should be a curse in itself, maybe it is not a mortal thing that belongs to the human world." ”

Xu Yan had been silent beside Hua Feng, and when he heard Hua Yin mention the curse, his eyes also flashed, and he continued: "In this world, there is a punishment for violating the way of heaven, which is the curse. When there are people and things in the lower worlds, they are cursed by eternal life until the disobedient thing dies in the world that does not belong to him. ”

"Behind the strong there is always blood blooming, isn't it?" Hua Feng exhaled his emotion, "The path chosen by Zhu Lao is a voluntary and unwilling, helpless move!"

Hua Yin rubbed Hua Feng's cherry red hair, and said kindly: "If you integrate all the choices you have made, there is life over there!"

In front of the thatched hut in the mountains and forests, the Sword of the Spring of All Living Beings stood in the air, and Zhu Lin knelt on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, listening to the phantom teaching.

"This sword of returning to the spring of sentient beings is actually not a thing in the human world, it was obtained by our ancestors in a great opportunity and has been passed down to this day. The swordsmanship I taught you is also the swordsmanship that my ancestors evolved from the sword. The essence is that you have to learn to become one with your sword, and even more so to be split into two!" the Phantom snapped, fully integrated into his own world.

Zhu Lin gradually realized that he knew too little about this ancestral sword, and all along, it was his grandfather who was helping him to control this sword of returning to the spring, not that he was gifted and could fit this sword.

"Why did you turn a spirit into a sword spirit?" Zhu Lin clenched his fists, tears in his eyes, and said to the phantom, his voice full of endless rebuke and powerlessness. "Isn't there any other way to dissolve the anger of the Returning Spring Sword of all beings?"

The phantom began to become blurred, and the energy particles could not exist between heaven and earth for a long time, and they would eventually dissipate.

Zhu Lao was silent, as if he was thinking about something, and said with difficulty: "This method is not the only one, but it ......"

"But what?" Zhu Lin looked at the phantom that was about to disappear, and the pain in his heart was unbearable like a knife, and he wanted to watch his grandfather who raised him forever immersed in the sword of the return of all beings.

The phantom voice gradually disappeared, and the expression began to solidify, and before the mouth could be closed, layers of frost spread on the phantom formed by the energy particles, freezing it in mid-air.

Zhu Lin didn't understand what his grandfather wanted to express in the end, but he suddenly found that the air around him was also covered with frost, and the ghostly speed was approaching, freezing Zhu Lin's body.

"Ignorance, don't you see this?" At this time, a young man wearing a black satin brocade robe and a red ribbon around his waist walked out of the forest, with a hint of triumph on his face, and said to Zhu Lin jokingly. "Your grandfather's last expression is to let you run for your life!"

"Is that you?" Zhu Lin couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw the person who came, and before the words were spoken, the whole person had already been sealed with ice crystals by the person waving his hand. "...... you?"

At the exit of the Lonely City Mountains, at the end of the small bend of the tree, is an indigo-colored void door. A few dozen meters away from the door, stands a stone tablet covered with moss, on which there are ancient words that have been imprinted, quietly telling the prosperity and prosperity of the Gucheng Mountains in the past.

The Void Gate is the gate of the enchantment set by Hua Yin, only by stepping into this Void Gate is to truly enter the Weiyang Clan, and those who can find this door must be guided by the messenger of the clan, otherwise they will be lost in the Lonely City Mountain Range forever.

Shen Lingxuan held her chin and was alone under the giant tree in front of the Void Gate, her eyes were empty and confused, beating the thick trunk aggrievedly, and she kept muttering something in her mouth.

"Yo, what is my eldest lady talking about?" Yu Lotian walked towards Shen Lingxuan with a jade flute trimmed with gold wire. "I've been looking for you in the clan for a long time, why did you come here, are you going to leave without saying hello?"

Shen Lingxuan sniffled, handed a letter in his hand to Yu Letian, and Pear Blossom cried with rain and said, "It's my brother who left without a sound, okay?"

Yu Lotian took the letter that had been ravaged countless times and slowly opened it:

"Xuan'er, don't pursue the matter of Jing'an Mansion for the time being, the outside world is too complicated, and with the current strength of you and me to avenge the killing of my father, it is nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg. I will pursue the power I desire, and you must also stay away from the royal capital and live an ordinary life!

- Brother Shen Han"

It turned out that Shen Lingxuan rushed here in a hurry after receiving Shen Han's letter, and she was at a loss for what to do.

was reading the letter, but Yu Lotian didn't expect a black shadow to pass behind him, sensing the aura of danger, Yu Lotian raised his head but had already met Zhu Lin's scarlet eyes.

"What are you doing, are you crazy!" Yu Lotian saw that Zhu Lin's right hand was already like an eagle's claw, grabbing Shen Lingxuan's slender jade-like neck, his eyes widened angrily, and it seemed that he would break it in the next second.

Zhu Lin added another bit of strength to his hand, and yelled at Shen Lingxuan: "Tell me quickly, where did that guy Shen Han flee to!"

Shen Lingxuan's eyes were full of surprise, and she shook her head inexplicably, but she couldn't spit out a single word.

"Buzz!"

Zhu Lin suddenly let go of his palm, covered his head, and a tingling sensation suddenly spread to his divine consciousness, like a Sanskrit sound outside the sky, which made him a little more reasonable.

Yu Lotian took advantage of this to support Shen Lingxuan, let her sit back under the giant tree, took out the jade flute in his arms and flashed to Zhu Lin.