There is a grave in the Southern Wilderness.

Do not bury visitors.

If you don't bury, you don't return.

The Southern Wilderness, though desolate.

But there was such a group of people.

The Central Plains call them barbarians, and they call the Central Plains aliens.

They live by hunting and herding, worship their ancient gods, and live a life that has not changed for thousands of years.

In the same way, the seemingly loose tribal life has a common royal court on it.

The changes in the power of the royal court have never stopped.

The replacement of the old king by the new king happened from time to time, and compared with the treacherous situation of the Central Plains power center, the change of power in the Southern Wilderness royal court was more bloody and straightforward.

The new king kills the old king, takes away the bone whip, which is said to be made from the backbone of the last true dragon in the world, and then enjoys the fruits of the people's favor.

But no matter how violent and bloodthirsty the rulers of each generation of royal courts are.

The tomb that stands in the depths of the Southern Wilderness will always be the forbidden place in the hearts of every king.

It was a song that every child in the Southern Wilderness would sing.

There is a grave in the Southern Wilderness.

Do not bury visitors.

If you don't bury, you don't return.

There are swords buried, but the rules are kept.

At this time, it was in a hut in front of this tomb.

An old man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes sat cross-legged, his face was resolute, although there was snow on the black silk on his forehead, but he could not find half a wrinkle on his face. The so-called crane hair and childish face is probably what it says.

At this moment, the door of the thatched hut was pushed open from the outside.

The hoarse sound was distinctly clear in the silent mound.

The man opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.

A man in black slowly stepped into it, the man was carrying a long sword, his waist was straight, even if he just stood there, without the slightest sword intent leaking, but he still looked so outstanding.

Even without the sword on his back, ordinary people can tell that he is a swordsman.

It's as if he was born with a sword.

Straight, resolute. Rather bend than bend.

"How's the injury going? The old man in the room asked.

The man with the sword on his back smiled.

"The internal breath is stable, and the wounds of the five internal organs are also suppressed with sword intent, and it should be okay to live for another seven or eight months. ”

The old man's eyes trembled at that time, and his voice was inexplicably dry. He looked at the man's outfit again, and finally asked.

"Are you leaving?"

"Hmm. The man nodded. "Mo Chenzi is gone, I'm afraid there will be no chance to see my senior brother again, and this sword tomb will be entrusted to my senior brother. ”

"The sword spirit of the sword tomb is full of endless circulation, if you can recuperate with peace of mind, and with the blessing of the sword intent, it will not be difficult to live for another year and a half..."The old man said at that time.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man.

"Nope. has been lonely in Jianling for sixty years, and there is no difference between one more year and one less year. After 60 years, Mo Chenzi wants to live for himself for the rest of the days. ”

When the old man heard this, he was silent for a while, and then he stopped his thoughts of continuing to persuade and asked, "Then where are you going?"

"Meet her, and find another mausoleum keeper to take my place. The man said in a deep voice.

"Is she?ghost Bodhi?, you still can't forget her?" the old man's brow furrowed.

"I'm not a ruthless guest, how can I forget my lover? She has fallen into such a field now, probably because of me, this is coming, after all, I still have to see and give an explanation. The man's tone was extremely flat, and he couldn't hear the hesitation and sadness of a dying person.

"Do you regret it?" asked the old man.

"At present, I dare not regret it. The man's response, like the way he had cultivated, was rigid to the point of stubbornness, to the point of being almost ruthless.

"Alas, we three brothers, you are the most calm in nature, if you are dependent on the temperament of the current...", the old man said, his eyes shining deeply, as if he had fallen into some memory.

"The junior brother has the younger brother's way of living, the senior brother has the senior brother's way of living, and I also have my own way of living. It doesn't matter what is right or wrong, only what you want. The man interrupted the old man, seemingly unwilling to dwell on something from the past.

"Hmm. The old man obviously saw it through, and he nodded, and said no more about it. "And then, where are you going to find the Tomb Keeper, or is it the seed left by the current?"

"Isn't the character of the junior brother very clear, how can the person he chooses be the character who is willing to be lonely in this Sword Tomb for a hundred years?" The man smiled when he heard this, as if he thought of the junior brother who had long since died. "In July and August, I think that if there is a fate, I should be able to meet the person I like, and I will pass it on with him at that time, and when the opportunity is ripe, he will come here, and I will ask my senior brother to take care of him at that time. ”

The old man looked at the man silently for a long time, and when he came to his mouth, he swallowed the advice and retention again and again.

In the end, he could only say sadly: "The Sword Tomb is lonely, and it has been waiting for sixty years..."

"Good work. ”

When the man heard this, he knew that it was time to say goodbye.

He raised his eyes and glanced deeply at the old man in front of him, and finally said, "This is a farewell, senior brother cherishes it!"

With that, the man turned and walked out of the hut with firm steps.

At that moment, the swords that had rested for thousands of years in the Sword Tomb broke through the ground, and they were lost to the sky, and the figures of white-clothed swordsmen emerged from the sword body.

They stared at the man's distant back and bowed to him.

They seem to be saying something, and they can't hear it clearly, but they can read it.

They said.

"The Sword Tomb is lonely, and it has been waiting for sixty years..."

"Good work. ”

Then.

Ten thousand swords roar in unison, like a hundred birds and a phoenix, and the stars arch over the moon.

The man who had decided to leave seemed to feel something at that time, and the corners of his resolute mouth suddenly appeared with a heartfelt smile.

He turned around, bowed to the long sword in the sky, and said respectfully.

"Sixty years of loneliness have been accompanied by all the kings, and you can talk about the way of the sword and bless the common people. ”

"What's the trouble. ”

With that, he raised his head and laughed, turned around again, and walked out of the Sword Tomb without looking back.

The old man in the hut watched in amazement as the figure disappeared into the horizon until he could no longer be found.

He finally let out a long sigh, his voice was gloomy, and he seemed to be much older at that moment.

"Ten thousand years of watching, the descendants of Jianling, see the white head, but after all, they can't see a good end. ”

"Ugh...."

That year, in the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb, only one person was still sitting in the Sword Tomb.

The people of the Southern Wilderness didn't know that Jianling was lonely, and they only thought that there were immortals in charge to protect the Southern Wilderness.

Only the children were still singing the nursery rhyme about the Sword Tomb in their young voices.

Like the mausoleum keeper, it has not changed for thousands of years.

There is a grave in the Southern Wilderness.

Don't bury the guests.

If you don't bury, you don't return.

There is a man in the mound.

Guarding the Thousands of Blades.

Defend it for eternity.

The sun rises, and the yellow sand sinks.

When the bright moon comes, the rivers roll.

He's waiting, he's waiting.

The nine-petal lotus blooms, and the immortals fall into the dust.