"I want to learn swords!"

From this moment on, a seed was planted in Su Heng's heart, learning swords.

"Learning a sword? I remember that Zhang Hu, the head of the village, uses a sword, and if you really want to learn a sword, I can take you to him. ”

Uncle Zhang didn't expect that Su Heng would not be able to take a fancy to his ability, but he was not displeased, after all, he also came from this age.

So he took Su Heng to Zhang Hu's house at the head of the village.

Su Heng, that is, the little stone, has no father and no mother, was picked up in the mountains and has been living with Uncle Zhang.

"Little Stone, you want to learn a sword? Come, pick up the sword first. ”

Zhang Hu is burly, and his arms are bulging alone, which is as thick as Su Heng's waist, and when he stops there, he will be breathless.

And Su Heng looked at the big sword in front of him blankly, even if a part of it was inserted into the ground, the part that could be exposed outside was taller than him, at least thirty centimeters wide, in his opinion, this was not a sword at all, it was clearly an iron plate.

"What? Don't you want to learn a sword? If you can't even pick up a sword, what sword do you learn? ”

Zhang Hu condescended, looked at Su Heng and said.

Su Heng stretched out his hand, almost stepping on his feet to reach the hilt of the sword, even if he used all his strength, he couldn't make the sword shake, let alone lift the sword.

"What kind of sword the child learns, it's better to go home and learn some boxing and kicking from your uncle, and polish the body first." Zhang Hu smiled slightly and said.

And Uncle Zhang also showed a smile on his face, he brought Su Heng here, not really to ask Su Heng to learn swords from Zhang Hu, but to let him retreat.

Su Heng's little face turned red, and the originally vague thoughts in his heart became clearer and clearer.

"It's not a sword I'm going to learn."

"Shout, what sword do you want to learn?" Zhang Hu asked jokingly.

"I want to learn to fly a sword, and my mind moves, and the sword light spans three thousand miles." Su Heng blurted out.

At this moment, Uncle Zhang and Zhang Hu were all stunned.

"I want to learn the flying sword of the Sword Immortal."

Su Heng made a loud noise, echoing in this small courtyard.

"Sword Immortal? Where are the sword immortals? ”

It wasn't until a long time later that Zhang Hu let out a breath of turbidity, and his expression seemed to be a little lost.

"Don't talk nonsense, little ones."

Uncle Zhang's face was a little serious, and he pulled Su Heng and left.

"Uncle Zhang, is there really no sword immortal in this world?"

On the way, Su Heng couldn't help but ask.

"Immortals only exist in legends, they are made up by the ancients, how can there be any immortals." Uncle Zhang shook his head and said.

It's just that Su Heng felt that the other party was obviously a little insincere.

But no matter how he asked, Uncle Zhang just shook his head.

For the next period of time, Su Heng kept asking the old people in the village, and finally learned a secret from his mouth, or rather, a secret that was not a secret.

It turned out that in that big mountain, there was a legend of immortals.

It is said that as long as you can climb the mountain, you can become a disciple of the immortals and learn immortal arts.

Whether it is Uncle Zhang or Zhang Hu, he has been there when he was young, and even many people in the village have been there, but no one can succeed, and after he comes back, he will never mention what he has experienced in the mountains.

And that mountain, called the Immortal Mountain, is said to have a fairy hall on it, and only when you enter the fairy hall will the immortals appear and teach supernatural powers.

After learning the news, Su Heng seemed a little impatient.

He didn't know why he was in such a hurry, it seemed, it was his mission.

Finally, after everything was ready, Su Heng took advantage of Uncle Zhang's inattention to go home again, and went up the mountain alone with dry food and a short sword.

According to Uncle Zhang, when he first picked him up, the short sword was placed by his side.

It's just that the short sword looks swarthy and inconspicuous, and even the blade is so blunt that it can't even cut the flesh, so he lets Su Heng stay by his side.

Su Heng thought that he was unaware, but he didn't know that after he left, a figure quietly appeared, it was Uncle Zhang.

At this moment, Uncle Zhang watched his back disappear at the end of the road.

It's just that there is a trace of sadness on his face, or rather, pity.

Not long after, Su Heng got up from the bed again and watched Uncle Zhang come in with a bowl of medicine.

"Drink it."

I don't know why, Su Heng always felt that this scene was familiar, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with me?" Su Heng asked.

"You're sick." Uncle Zhang said.

"Sick? No wonder so many things are forgotten. Su Heng nodded.

In the next few days, Su Heng was always in a trance, and even the number of times Uncle Zhang appeared was significantly reduced, and most of the time, Su Heng was in a daze looking at the short sword in his hand.

"Uncle Zhang, I want to learn swords."

Su Heng found Uncle Zhang again and said seriously.

"Why do you want to learn a sword?" Uncle Zhang asked.

"I don't know, but I just want to learn the sword." Su Heng said.

It seems that learning swords has become his indelible obsession.

In this life, I was born only to learn swords.

"Come with me." Uncle Zhang said.

"Where are you going?" Su Heng asked.

"Go learn the sword."

As the sun set, the two figures gradually disappeared, the small mountain village remained the same, there was no change, it seemed that these two people were just passers-by, like a dream, never appeared.

"Little stone, if you want to get the inheritance of the Sword Immortal, you need to complete the test left by the Sword Immortal, Da Meng asked is only the first level, only with concentration, determination, and death without regrets, can you pass, but it is only qualified.

You have dreamed nine times and forgotten the past in this life, but you have always been obsessed with learning swords, so that you can condense a true sword heart.

And this second level is to make you clear and understand what a sword is. ”

On the Immortal Mountain, Uncle Zhang said while leading Su Heng up the stairs.

"Uncle Zhang, how can I make my sword heart clear?" Su Heng couldn't help but ask.

"It's very simple, as long as ten thousand swords pierce the heart, it will naturally make the sword heart clear."

Uncle Zhang smiled slightly, and before Su Heng could react, he suddenly grabbed him and threw him into a huge stone forest halfway up the mountain.

In other words, the sword forest is more appropriate.

Because those stone pillars are simply huge stone swords, densely packed, at least hundreds.

Before Su Heng could react, his feet had already begun to shake, and those stone swords also shook one after another, and some mottled gravel rolled down.

"Zheng!"

Faintly, Su Heng seemed to hear a sword roar, and then a subtle sword qi suddenly appeared in front of him, piercing into his chest before he could react.

"Ahh

If at the beginning, Su Heng didn't understand what Uncle Zhang meant by the so-called ten thousand swords piercing the heart, then at this moment, he had really realized it.

The sword light seemed to shatter his heart, and there was a sharp pain.

But he didn't die.

And at this moment, another sword light flew in.