Xia Yan nodded, thoughtful.

Although she didn't quite understand a sword, what was there to be surprised, but after thinking about it, her husband had indeed not used the sword in his hand for a long time.

Therefore, Xia Yan didn't ask any more.

"Here we are."

Fang Mu searched left and right, and finally stopped in an area where birds don't.

It's a desolate place with little to no one touching.

This is almost the most marginal area of this mountain range, whether it is from Mount Wu or the nine peaks, there is a short distance, so there is no trace on weekdays.

"Do you think that Yun Changsheng is around here? In case it is discovered......"

Xia Yanliu's eyebrows tightened, only to feel that this matter was still a little inappropriate, too risky.

Fang Mu glanced at her and said with a smile: "After the big battle, the winner also needs to clean up the mess, maybe he is busy mourning his children and grandchildren, heh!" ”

Yun Yuan's death is enough for the Yun family to drink a pot.

"He's going to have to be busy after that." Xia Yu also smiled coldly.

It's not that she won't avenge Zhuge Song, Yun Changsheng won't let go of Fang Mu, and she naturally won't let go of Yun Changsheng, an ever-present threat.

Fang Mu was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but say, "Lingxu is not in your eyes anymore?" ”

Xia Yu's face turned red.

Her current cultivation is only in the late stage of Qi refining, and she can't even build a foundation, let alone a distant spiritual void.

"Let's go, go down."

At this time, Fang Mu had already cast a spell and opened the underground passage.

"Awesome! Husband, are you a rat? ”

Xia Yan asked in a daze.

She obviously couldn't understand how Fang Mu found it, and how ...... What is the place down here, and there is a passage deliberately left?

"Do you still know the zodiac?"

Fang Mu only felt a little funny.

He took the lead in exploring the way, and as he walked down the stairs of the passage, he said, "If you want to say that the nose is spirited, it should be a dog and not a rat. Dragon? ”

What came out of the dragon egg was not a dragon.

"Me? I belong to ......"

Xia Yu counted it with his fingers, and he didn't hold back a result for a long time.

Fang Mu, who was walking in front, had a flash of truth in his eyes.

This little girl is full of mysteries, and her background is vague, which is a little pitiful.

He was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "Have you ever thought about looking for your family in the future?" ”

Xia Yan paused for a moment.

"It's good to have you."

Her voice was soft, rather low in the dreary catacombs environment.

Fang Mu paused, didn't say anything, waved his sleeves, and opened the stone door of the tomb.

Very ordinary tomb.

Without any measures to defend against the enemy, the organs, the Dao method, and even the formation no longer existed, and Fang Mu trusted Zhuge Song so much that he used to take a word before he came, instead of taking it.

"Who's buried in this?"

Xia Yan poked his head inside.

There are sword platforms everywhere, and there is a completely different sword on each sword platform, but there is no trace of the coffin.

Fang Mu smiled and said, "This place is not used to bury people, but to bury swords." ”

"Huh? Does the sword also have a tomb? ”

Xia Yan was unbelievable, and he didn't understand this kind of behavior at all.

In her mind, death is equivalent to losing value, just expose the corpse in the wilderness, how can there be any need for a funeral.

reluctantly accepted such a concept, and now there is another one who buries the sword.

Xia Yu said innocently: "Most of these swords are good and decent, and they are not broken, why should they be buried?" ”

"That's how the sword mound is."

"Sword Shrine?"

Seeing that Xia Yu was still puzzled, Fang Mu patiently explained: "The sword mound is the tomb of the sword, this is not unusual, the sword cultivators who have always had a head and a face, when they are about to die, they will bury their swords, because in their eyes, the sword is equal to life, and naturally it also needs to be buried." ”

Speaking of this, he changed his words: "But there are most exceptions, if you die violently, and there is no descendant, Taoist friend to help deal with the aftermath, or directly pass on your lifelong love sword to future generations, there will be no sword mound." ”

In general, sword shrines are not unusual, but they are rare.

Xia Yu didn't seem to understand, and asked again: "Then whose sword shrine is this?" ”

"The master of the Qingfeng Gate."

After dropping these words, Fang Mu began to look at the sword platforms around him.

He saw so fast that he didn't even need to step in and touch it, and with just a glance, he could almost tell the quality and specialty of a sword.

Rao is like this, just to look at the sword in the entire sword shrine, it will take a long time.

Fang Mu couldn't help muttering, how much did the previous master of this Qingfeng Sect love swords, I'm afraid that most of these swords are collected in his life.

"Why is the husband so picky? It would be nice to take them all away. ”

Xia Yu saw Fang Mu standing in place, his hands behind his back, vaguely understood something, and asked himself: "Could it be that I don't understand the sword?" ”

She really couldn't understand what there was to be about a sword.

Fang Mu smiled and shook his head: "It's because you don't understand sword cultivation. ”

It's no better than burying gold and silver jewelry.

In the eyes of the deceased Qingfeng Sect Master, these swords are his hard work, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are his closest existence.

Otherwise, it will not be sad to bury the sword.

When Xia Yu heard this, he didn't say anything more, for fear of disturbing Fang Mu to choose the good sword in his mouth.

She couldn't see it, it didn't mean that Fang Mu couldn't tell what a good sword was.

Among these swords, there are long and short, wide and narrow, and Xiujian and heavy swords abound, but everything is the same-

The sword walks dexterously.

Among them, a sky-blue hilt attracted Fang Mu's attention, and its scabbard was Junzi White.

"Stinging ——!"

Fang Mu stepped forward and pulled this sword out of its sheath, and Leng Feng's sword body reflected his cheeks.

"Good sword!"

He couldn't help but praise it.

The location of this sword burial is very particular, the highest and most central area, it is obviously the favorite sword of the sword owner's life, and the other swords are more funeral goods, collected and hobby, and it is estimated that they have hardly been used.

After all, no sword cultivator would be so bored that he would take turns using his sword to show his stupidity.

"Even the scabbard is made of Xuan Jing, it's really willing to spend your blood!"

Fang Mu couldn't help but sigh that he was rich.

Xuanjing Sword, it's not that he hasn't seen it, Ye Xingyu's sword is.

It is also made of Xuan Jing, and it is also divided into good and second, the sword in front of him, whether it is the skill of the swordsmith, or the sharpness, or even the spirituality of accepting aura, has completely exploded Ye Xingyu's sword.

No matter how talented Ye Xingyu is, he is never a spiritual void, and it is impossible for the Ye family to live a long time, and put all their efforts into him.

Thus

It is not difficult to guess how much price and effort it took to forge this sword by the young man who sealed the door.

"The sword is a good sword, but unfortunately it has never been called a divine soldier."

Fang Mu put it back on the sword platform and walked towards the other side of the sword mound, and did not stop until he was close to the corner.

Randomly placed in front of him was a pitch-black sword.

This sword, without a scabbard.

There is a little dust in the sword body, whether it is external or internal, no matter how you look at it, it is more like a sword mound, it is lying quietly on the sword platform, obscure.

"In a hundred years, there will be no need to think about changing swords."

Fang Mu picked it up, shook off the dust on the sword, turned around and strode away, treating countless swords as scrap metal.

As if in his eyes,

Except for this sword, the other swords are the ones that make up the number.

It's so inconspicuous, so sharp, and so hideous.

……