"Old man, open the door!" Meng Liang walked to the dilapidated thatched hut at the gate of the Sword Tomb and shouted loudly.

There was a dead silence in the door, and no one responded to Meng Liang.

Meng Liang was a little strange, and knocked on the scene for a while, but still no one answered.

He turned his head to look at Xu Han and the others behind him, and saw that they were also frowning, so he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart at that time.

"Old man, you can't talk and don't talk, I'll help you get rid of those barbarian masters!

"Old man, we are all disciples of Jianling, if there is anything we have to do together, don't be angry!"

"Old man!?"

"Old man!?"

Meng Liang roared in his throat, the hut was still deadly silent, he was a little anxious, and even set up a posture to try to kick open the door of the hut.

And just as the foot was about to kick in front of the wooden door of the thatched hut, a powerful but gentle force suddenly surged towards Meng Liang, and the force stopped Meng Liang's kick, and even lifted his whole body to the ground, and on the path leading to the Sword Tomb on the side, an old man dressed in white also walked out slowly at that time.

Meng Liang, who fell to the ground in embarrassment, hurriedly stood up, but did not look the slightest annoyance, but after seeing the old man's appearance clearly, his face was happy, and he came up to him and said, "Old man, are you finally willing to come out?"

The old man glanced at Meng Liang and said unhappily: "My sword tomb has been cold for thousands of years, since you came, it has not stopped for a day, I wash the sword in the tomb in a good manner, you just shout and scream, and you have to demolish my thatched house." Do you want to learn from others to deceive teachers and destroy ancestors?"

Meng Liang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this old man did seem to have such a habit, and every morning he had to go to the Sword Tomb to clean the dozens of swords left by the ancestors of the Sword Tomb one by one to show respect.

Thinking of this, Meng Liang's face turned red, he reached out and scratched the back of his head, and laughed dryly a few times, trying to hide the embarrassment.

Fortunately, after the old man said this, he had no intention of pursuing Meng Liang again, he turned his head and looked at Xu Han on the side, his eyes stopped at that time, and he began to look the young man up and down.

Xu Han also felt the old man's gaze, he hurriedly bowed respectfully to the old man, and said, "Disciple Xu Han, please visit..."

Speaking of this, Xu Han paused, and his face turned a little strange.

The old man in front of him is naturally the last mausoleum keeper of the Sword Tomb - Wang Yangming.

Canghailiu once told him that the people who hold the bull's ear in the world are none other than the three of Jianling Moguliu.

Ink is naturally ink dust, and the flow is the current of the sea, although this last ancient word does not take the word in Wang Yangming's name for some reason, but it is undoubtedly directed to Wang Yangming. And in the story that Mr. Wei told him, Wang Yangming was the ancestor of the Lishan Sword Sect thousands of years ago, if it was really speaking, the other party would definitely be more than a generation higher than Mo Chenzi and others, if it was calculated, Xu Han didn't know how to call the other party for a while.

"I have always been commensurate with Mo Chenzi Canghailiu, you can call me a teacher. Wang Yangming seemed to see Xu Han's thoughts, he said lightly, but his eyes suddenly stopped on the wooden box on Xu Han's back.

Although Wang Yangming tried his best to suppress it, Xu Han still felt something flickering in the eyes of the old man in front of him at that time, and even the voice he made again began to have a slight trill: "Is it... Lend me a look..."

Xu Han was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses, he hurriedly nodded and said, "Please." ”

Then he took off the wooden box on his back and respectfully handed it to Wang Yangming.

Wang Yangming stretched out his hands that were as withered as old trees, and was about to pick them up, Xu Han subconsciously wanted to remind him that this wooden box was as light as nothing to Xu Han, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds to others.

It's a pity that before the words came out, Wang Yangming's hand touched the wooden box, and Xu Han's worries all came to naught at that time.

The old man gently lifted the wooden box and put it in front of him, and began to look at the thing carefully, the whole process did not show the slightest abnormality, Xu Han was secretly a little frightened when he saw this, but seeing that Wang Yangming was fine, he simply didn't say much, and waited quietly for the old man.

Then the old man stretched out his hand and stroked the wooden box, and his old hand ran through the mottled lines on the wooden box, as if he was talking to the old man he had not seen for a thousand years.

"He did it after all..."Wang Yangming sighed and said softly. "After a thousand years of walking alone, he has walked farther and harder than me..."

He said something that Xu Han and the others couldn't understand, but his eyes gradually deepened, as if he had traveled through thousands of years and returned to the era that belonged to them.

As the world often says, the most hated beauty has white hair in the mirror, and the worst hero is late in front of the grave.

Even if he had only heard a little story about them, Xu Han, who saw this scene, still couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart.

Probably infected by such an atmosphere, even the nineteen, who had always jumped out, quieted down at that time.

However, this silence did not last long, Wang Yangming raised his head suddenly, and handed the wooden box back to Xu Han.

Xu Han took the thing and was about to say something, but Wang Yangming's voice sounded before him.

"You can follow me to the Sword Tomb for a walk. Wang Yangming said this, not giving Xu Han a chance to react at all, and after saying this, he turned around and walked into the Sword Tomb along the path.

Meng Liang on the side hurriedly pointed to himself when he heard this, and asked, "What about me?"

"Cooking. Wang Yangming didn't reply.

Xu Han looked at Meng Liang beside him with a lonely face with some amusement, stretched out his hand and patted the other party's shoulder, and then followed Wang Yangming's pace and walked into the Sword Tomb.

......

As soon as he stepped into the Sword Tomb, a mighty sword intent rushed to his face.

But fortunately, perhaps because of the cultivation of the "Dayan Sword Technique" in his body, those sword intents did not attack Xu Han, but instead swept through Xu Han's body like a breeze, and Xu Han only felt refreshed.

And also took advantage of this time, Xu Han finally had the opportunity to have a good life and take a look at the Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum, which has been famous in the world for a long time.

In the middle of the sword tomb, there are yellow sand and wasteland, and on this yellow sand and wasteland, there are long swords densely inserted, half of their sword bodies are in the soil, and the exposed half is still flickering, like a dormant evil beast, waiting for the day when it can break out of the cage.

"The way of the sword in the world, no matter how deviated its method, but in the end, it can't escape the unity of the sword man, so the kendo master cultivates to the end, and people also raise swords, and swords also raise people. ”

And at this moment, Wang Yangming, who was walking in front of Xu Han, said suddenly.

"But people will inevitably die, but the sword gives birth to its soul, if it is placed outside, the sword spirit that loses its master will last for a hundred years, and the sword spirit will be dispersed in a few years. The sword can only give birth to the sword spirit after decades of companionship, how can I bear to see it dissipate, so whenever I see the grandmaster before he dies, he will personally come to the Sword Tomb and send his sword into it, in order to save the sword spirit by relying on the sword intent overflowing from the three fierce swords of the Sword Tomb. ”

Although Xu Han didn't understand why Wang Yangming would say such a thing to him, he still nodded to show his understanding.

"The spirit of the sword is called the spirit of the sword. ”

"Of course, the so-called spirit is a kind of will, and the weakest of it can only be a mysterious thing that resides on the sword body and is born with it, which cannot be touched or seen, but the person holding the sword can feel his existence. ”

"And the strong one, which can transform into a human form, and its shape is almost exactly the same as that of its master. ”

"Not only its shape, but even its words and deeds are the same, and even because some obsessions are too heavy, many sword spirits will regard themselves as their masters..."

Wang Mingyang said slowly without hurrying, but Xu Han, who was still calm, suddenly shook his body when he heard this, and a look of horror welled up between his eyebrows.

Xu Han had already ascended to the fairyland, whether it was cultivation or vision, the current Xu Han was far from being comparable to ordinary people, and there were even fewer things that could shock him so much in an instant.

But at this moment, he couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart, and wrote the horror on his face.

He stopped, looked at the old man with his back to him, and muttered, "You mean..."

The old man also turned his head at that time and looked at Xu Han, although Xu Han's words had just begun, but the other party seemed to have already guessed his thoughts. So the old man nodded lightly and said, "Yes, in fact, when you see him, he is a sword spirit... Well, just Sword Spirit. ”

The old man's gaze dimmed a little, and he continued: "Since the day he was sent back to the Sword Tomb, the sword spirit that was pinned on the sword of Mochenzi has been in an extremely irritable state.

"He is very guilty, he is tormented by pain all the time, he is haunted by obsessions..."

"He can't say how heroic he is in his life, and sometimes he is a little muddy, but he hasn't done anything unpleasant, but he can't forget you, so that the sword spirit after his death is still troubled by it, and he can't even tell whether he is really himself..."

"So I finally asked Meng Liang to take him out of the Sword Tomb, all the way north, and found you. Thinking that if he could save your life, he would forget his wish, so that the spirit of the spring could rest in peace. ”

Xu Han's face was silent for a few breaths, and only then did he digest the news that came suddenly, and then he said again: "But in this way, his sword spirit..."

"Are you dead?" the old man raised his eyebrows, and a slight smile appeared on his face at that time: "For the sword spirit, it is a supreme honor to be able to die for the sword master, and people and swords complement each other. Although it is a gift from the sword owner to the sword spirit that it is sent back to the sword tomb so that the sword spirit can be preserved, for a sword, without the person who holds the sword, the sword itself loses the meaning of existence. ”

When Xu Han heard this, he couldn't help frowning.

He couldn't agree with Wang Yangming's logic, since the sword was born with its own spirit and had its own will, the sword was no longer a simple weapon, Wang Yangming made up his mind so easily, which really made Xu Han unhappy.

As if to see his thoughts, the smile on Wang Yangming's face became a little heavier, and he said, "Your sword has no spirit, right?"

"Huh?" Xu Han was puzzled by this, and his face was puzzled.

Wang Yangming continued: "So you don't understand. ”

"But it doesn't matter, one day you give birth to a sword spirit, and you will understand that there is nothing wrong with what the old man said today. ”