Airplanes!

The moment Mo Li's right hand touched the Heavenly Soul Bead, Mo Li's mind seemed to shake slightly.

The light of the Heavenly Soul Bead slowly converged, and in the end, it was like an ordinary transparent glass bead.

And Mo Li's eyes slowly closed little by little.

Mo Li closed his eyes quietly like this, the light of the Heavenly Soul Bead had disappeared, the entire spiritual spring was pitch black, and Mo Li was completely submerged in darkness.

But in Mo Li's sea of knowledge, it has been turned upside down.

A mysterious aura gradually rose in Mo Li's mind.

The next moment, in Old Man Ji's sight, a faint white mist slowly appeared above the golden sea of knowledge.

"It's ......"

Old man Ji's eyes froze, and this faint white mist actually made his soul body tremble slightly.

This faint white mist brought him a feeling that was a little like the feeling brought to him by Mo Li's golden sea of knowledge, a little warm.

But strangely, in the midst of this warmth, he also sensed a trace of extreme coldness.

This cold feeling made a faint sense of crisis rise in his heart.

The white mist suspended in the sea of golden consciousness gradually expanded.

The feeling of warmth, and the hint of coldness hidden in it, was also enhanced by the expansion of the white mist.

"Don't leave, limit it!"

Old man Ji's voice was a little solemn.

He didn't know what this thing was, but what he couldn't control, he must not let it grow at will, especially in Mo Li's mind, above the sea of knowledge.

This kind of place is extremely fragile, and there can be no mistakes.

However, after waiting for a while, Old Man Ji did not get Mo Li's answer.

Old man Ji's face changed: "Don't leave!

The voice of Old Man Ji echoed in the sea of knowledge, but there was no response from Mo Li.

"What's going on!"

Old man Ji's face was gloomy, knowing that something was not quite right.

His gaze suddenly fell on the face of Mo Li.

His brows were furrowed, Mo Li's eyes were closed, and the aura on his body was extremely calm.

It's just that he can clearly see that Mo Li's brows are sometimes furrowed, sometimes soothing, as if he is in a dream.

"Illusion?"

Old man Ji muttered, and glanced slightly at the Heavenly Soul Bead that had already converged its light.

The Heavenly Soul Bead is the treasure of the soul path, and it is too simple to let Mo Li enter the illusion realm.

"Damn, how can a treasure like the Heavenly Soul Bead be so easy for people to get!"

Old man Ji scolded himself secretly, and some blamed himself for his carelessness.

However, the reason why Mo Li and Old Man Ji were a little careless was because of the Sword Venerable Sword Master.

After all, this Heavenly Soul Bead has been in the hands of the Sword Master for so many years, and the aura of the Heavenly Soul Emperor must have been erased by it, and the danger on the Heavenly Soul Bead should also be erased.

But the two forgot that treasures such as the Heavenly Soul Bead are the same as the Zhanlu Sword, they all have their own spirituality and will choose their own masters.

Returning to his gaze, Old Man Ji looked at Mo Li's golden sea of knowledge, and the white mist was expanding at a slow but firm speed.

"Damn, boy, wake me up!"

He scolded secretly, and could only watch the white mist slowly expand.

There was nothing he could do to limit the growth of the mist, but if it came to the end, he wouldn't sit idly by.

At this time, Old Man Ji's scolding, of course, Mo Li couldn't hear it.

......

A small inn, a few tables in front of it, there was no one.

In front of the old counter, an old man in coarse linen clothes was lying on it, his eyes slightly narrowed, resting leisurely.

At this moment, a thin figure appeared at the door.

A swarthy young man dressed in tatters and carrying a broken sword behind his back stepped over the threshold and walked towards the door with a hint of joy in his steps.

"Old Li Tou, take out the best wine in your store for the master!"

The boy shouted, and sat down at a table in front of the counter.

The old man lying on the counter was disturbed to rest, his dry skin wrinkled, and he slowly raised his head.

The boy's familiar face met his eyes, and a hint of impatience appeared in his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

The young man didn't seem to see the impatience in Lao Li Tou's eyes, and happily patted the table: "Lao Li Tou, quickly take out your daughter Hong, who has been treasured for twenty years!"

Lao Li waved his hand impatiently: "Go out, don't disturb my business." ”

With that, he lay down again, as if trying to rediscover the interrupted dream.

The young man hurriedly slapped the table, and the already small room was filled with the sound of knocking and knocking.

"Hey, old Li Tou, I'm leaving, master, didn't I miss you before I came to see you for the last time!"

The sound of banging on the table and the shouting of the young man made Lao Li Tou sigh, knowing that he couldn't live this dream.

He raised his head and looked at the young man angrily: "Do you still want to drink like this?

The young man's face froze, and he coughed lightly, without the slightest embarrassment on his dark face: "Isn't it just a tael of silver, when the master is rich, I will pay you back ten times!"

The young man didn't seem to care about the two pieces of silver in his words, but in fact, in their small city, one or two pieces of silver was the living needs of a family of three for a month.

And the inn in front of him is so dilapidated, the price in it must not be high, this young man can actually owe a tael of silver here, I don't know how many meals I have eaten here for nothing.

Lao Li Tou also seemed to know the young man's temperament, and looked at him mockingly: "When you have money, you might as well buy a better dress to wear first." ”

After a pause, he sighed, walked into the kitchen, and turned around and brought out a plate of fennel beans and peanuts and placed them on the table.

The young man's eyes lit up, saliva was already secreted from his mouth, and he grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them into his mouth.

But after thinking about it for a while, I still save some food for these two plates.

Then one by one, they were thrown into their mouths with enjoyment.

Lao Li Tou also threw a peanut into his mouth, and asked indifferently: "You said you were leaving, where are you going?"

The young man stopped what he was doing, with a hint of eagerness and anticipation on his face: "Ten Thousand Swords Mountain!"

Lao Li Tou suddenly paused and raised his head in surprise: "You want to go to Wanjian Mountain?"

The young man smiled proudly: "Of course! In two days, it will be the time for Wanjian Mountain to recruit disciples, and when I enter Wanjian Mountain, when I enter Wanjian Mountain, I will soar to the top, and I will not forget Lao Li Tou!"

Lao Li Tou sneered: "Do you still want to enter Wanjian Mountain, with the broken sword behind your back?"

The young man's face turned red, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Lao Li's contempt, the dream in his heart was trampled, and he suddenly pressed the sword behind him on the table.

"Lao Litou, you wait for the master, this sword is pressed on you, just as my account, but don't sell it, when Lao Tzu comes back from Wanjian Mountain, the master will use the money you have never seen to redeem this sword!"

The young man slammed the table and glared at Lao Li.

Then he turned his head and walked towards the door, Lao Li Tou looked at the young man's back in a daze, as if he was a little confused by the young man's actions.

Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, the boy's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Pedal Pedal Ped

The young man turned around and ran back to Lao Li Tou, glared at him fiercely again, and then put a plate of peanuts and a plate of fennel beans on the table into his pocket, and then left the inn angrily.

Lao Li Tou suddenly laughed, a little ridiculous.

Shaking his head, he was not optimistic about the boy's dream.

Wanjian Mountain, in their eyes, is a holy place, and anyone in it is an immortal they worship.

He looked at the sword on the table and sighed.

This sword has a lot of chips on the blade, and some places are even rusty.

Its material is the most ordinary iron, and it is only ten cents on the market, plus this sword has been damaged, and even rusty, I don't know if anyone will buy it for a penny.

"Loss, loss, loss......"

Lao Li shook his head helplessly.

This broken sword, throw it away.

Lao Li Tou picked up the sword and wanted to throw it away.

However, the boy's face and the boy's words suddenly appeared in his mind.

He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

On the tattered hilt of the sword, two words were crookedly engraved.

Don't leave.

For some reason, he lowered his hand, turned and placed the sword in his counter, in an intact compartment.

The compartment slowly closes, hiding the sword.

The old man yawned, lay down again, and rested leisurely.

And the young man, after leaving the room, headed towards the Holy Land Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Countless people who have the same dream as him are heading towards Wanjian Mountain.

However, the result was cruel, 10,000 people went up the mountain, and 9,900 people had to go down.

And the boy is one of these nine thousand nine hundred.

Go up the mountain with anticipation and go down with loss.

This blow did not silence the boy, and he chose to become a miscellaneous disciple.

There is still endless hope in my heart, as long as I stay in Wanjian Mountain, I will have a chance.

However, he never lost hope here, but in his later life, he was gradually smoothed out.

Day after day, enduring the white eyes and contempt of others day after day, the young man's heart gradually cooled down.

He couldn't see hope.

Finally, one day, the heart that was full of hope was completely cold.

I'm gone!

He left the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

With good wisdom and the connections he had accumulated in the world during his time as a miscellaneous disciple, he began to enter business.

Resell spiritual materials and create a trading house.

Twenty years later, his firm joined the Tianxia Business Alliance, and he also became a small figure with a lot of net worth.

This is the ultimate he can do without even being congenital.

He knew he had reached his limits.

He finally remembered that he still owed money.

He returned to the town, with no one to follow, alone.

He found a sword in tattered clothes and stopped.

The inn was still the same inn, tattered, deserted, a few tables, empty.

"Old Li Tou, I'm back!"

has long lost his sharp voice, and he has a deep exhaustion.

No one responded.

He stepped over the threshold and into the room.

"Old Li Tou!"

He raised his voice slightly.

He's no longer as rude as he once was.

At this time, from the back of the room, a little girl in her teens came out, and she looked at him a little timidly: "Grandpa has passed away, are you his friend?"

He paused for a moment, and the joy in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he was a little empty.

He smiled: "I am an old friend with Lao Litou, he is not a bachelor, where did you come from to be such a lovely granddaughter?"

The little girl's face flushed, and her voice whispered, "I picked it up by my grandfather." ”

He smiled slightly, but his gaze suddenly froze.

It has already been replaced by a new counter, and there are several jars of wine.

In the middle of these jars of wine, there was a vertical box, and inside the box, there was a broken sword.

He involuntarily moved his steps and walked to the counter, his right hand reaching out to take the box down.

A small hand grabbed his robe.

The little girl's eyes were teary and she shook her head: "No, this is a very important thing for grandpa, and he said that a very powerful person will come back to pick it up in the future." ”

His eyes suddenly turned red, thinking of the past, and thinking of the food that Lao Li Tou threw to him every time he was so hungry that he couldn't hold on.

Thinking of Lao Li Tou, he looked at himself disdainfully and said his dream in front of him.

Thinking of Lao Li Tou is like thinking of ...... Father.

He gently rubbed the little girl's head, with a soft smile on his face: "I am that person." ”

"Really!"

The little girl looked surprised: "Grandpa was waiting for you every day before his death, and he never moved out of here, you are finally here!"

Then her eyes turned red: "But, grandpa can't see ......"

He gently rubbed the little girl's head again: "Let's go with my uncle, your grandfather told me that when I come back, I will take you to live a good life." ”

"Okay, okay, that's what Grandpa said!"

The little girl seemed to trust him very much, and did not hesitate at all.

He had a sour nose and nodded.

Then he carefully removed the box on the counter.

"Let's go. ”

He took the little girl's hand and walked outside.

Soon after, many people came to the inn to renovate it, but strangely enough, no one was allowed to approach.

Old Li Tou, I owe you a tael of silver, and I will repay it well.

"By the way, uncle, what's your name?"

The little girl asked, tilting her head back at him.

He frowned and didn't speak.

The little girl didn't care, and said to herself: "My name is Qianqian, and my grandfather gave me the name." ”

What am I and who am I?

A strange thought, a flash in his mind, did not affect him in any way.

As time passed, the little girl gradually grew up and became his beloved daughter.

Every year, the little girl asks him the same question.

What's your name.

A hint of strangeness came to mind, and then calm returned.

And just like that, time passed slowly.

After all, he is not a cultivator, and although he has inexhaustible wealth, his lifespan cannot be exchanged for wealth.

And it came to the end of his life.

The girl wept as he slowly closed his eyes, his withered right hand still holding the broken sword tightly.

At this time, a voice sounded in his heart.

Who am I?

His eyes gradually closed, his right hand slowly released, and the two words on the hilt of the sword came into his heart.

Don't leave.

I'm Mo Li.