In the early morning three days later, Qin Keqing sat on a small hill, his knees propped up his elbows, his face resting on his palms, and he looked at the two figures flying in the sword tomb in a daze.

I saw that Xu Han's eyes were like torches, and the majestic sword intent of the sword tomb was moved by Xu Han at that moment, and stabbed at Meng Liang at a tricky angle, and the purple fierce sword in Meng Liang's hand also let out a long roar at that moment, stirring up the yellow sand in the sky, wrapped like a dragon, and the sword moves attacked by Xu Han slammed together.

Rumble!

A loud bang exploded.

The wind and clouds stirred in the Sword Tomb, and after more than ten breaths, the sword intent and the yellow sand all dispersed.

Xu Han and Meng Liang stood opposite each other and smiled.

"Senior brother is good kung fu. Meng Liang put his sword back into its sheath and said so in his mouth.

"Concession. Xu Han also smiled, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, although he almost didn't use the slightest bit of physical strength, but seeing that he had cultivated to the half-step immortal realm, Meng Liang, who was stronger than the Great Yan Realm in terms of strength alone, was no longer a star, but Rao was so victorious in this fellow sect that he also used all his strength.

From this point of view, I have to admit that Meng Liang's talent in this kendo is really several times stronger than Xu Han.

Xu Han thought about this, and Meng Liang also felt that it was a little unbearable to lose at the hands of his junior brother as a senior brother, so he said again: "Come again?"

Xu Han thought about it slightly, and he had to accept it, the sword spirit in the sword tomb was abundant, and it was a resort for practicing swordsmanship. And this martial arts is not comparable to Confucianism, behind closed doors is after all the next multiplication, only the actual combat side can promote rapid progress, although the war is imminent, this move will inevitably have the suspicion of temporary cramming, but can be stronger, there will be more vitality, Xu Han is not the reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, he was about to nod, but at that moment, an old man suddenly walked from the depths of the Sword Tomb.

The two of them hurriedly stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at the old man.

"Is the old man awake?" Meng Liang said with a grin, obviously after Xu Han's night talk with him three days ago, the depression in Meng Liang's heart has improved a lot.

"Xu Han has seen Uncle Shi. Xu Han also said at that time that he had always been like this, and he rarely laughed, especially when facing his elders.

Wang Yangming nodded, in response to the greetings of the two, and then his eyes swept over the two of them for a while, and he said: "In less than three days, the army of the dead Chu will arrive, and the big war is imminent, and you will have to live and practice." ”

When Meng Liang heard this, he slandered in his heart, can he still cultivate a flower in three days, but he responded with a smile in his mouth: "That's nature, old man, you can rest assured!"

"Hmm. Wang Yangming nodded, looked at Xu Han on the side, and said, "You go with me." ”

When these words came out, Meng Liang was suddenly unhappy, he stood up straight and asked: "Old man, your bowl of water is going to be leveled, why is it Xu Han every time, even if it is my turn to be a senior brother!"

Wang Yangming, who had already turned around, stopped when he heard this, he turned his head to look at Meng Liang, who was scolding and scolding, and his eyes were calm in his cloudy eyes.

Probably because silence is better than thunder, Meng Liang's momentum is a little weaker, and his voice is much quieter: "Then you have to tell me what you want to do, right?"

It was already a casual remark, and I didn't expect any response. But what is surprising is that after Wang Yangming was silent for a while, he actually said: "Teach him to practice swords." ”

"Then why don't you teach me! I've been with you for more than a year in the Sword Tomb! How can you be so unreminiscent of the old feelings, and forget the old ones when you have a new person!" Meng Liang asked with a look of resentment.

But in the face of such an indignant Meng Liang, Wang Yangming just calmly spit out four words: "Teach students according to their aptitude." ”

Seeing this, Xu Han shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and then stretched out his hand and patted Meng Liang's body as if comforting, and then kept up with Wang Yangming's pace.

Meng Liang, who was standing in place, was stunned for a long time, knowing that the figures of Xu Han and Wang Yangming disappeared in his eyes, and he was like waking up from a dream.

"What do you mean, old man, do you mean that Young Master Ben is useless?"

"I'm a disciple from the mountain, and I deign to come here!"

......

The giant ape is a real demon king.

How fast his speed is, naturally it is not something ordinary people can imagine, from the Southern Wilderness to the junction of Qingzhou and Liangzhou, the giant ape only ran day and night for three days before arriving here.

According to Xu Han's correspondence with the little monk, Niutou Village is located about thirty miles west of Yanxia City at the junction of Liangzhou and Qingzhou. But the giant ape circled around this Yanxia for fifty miles outside the city, but did not find the so-called Niutou Village.

In desperation, Xiao Nineteen and Zhou Yuan could only jump off the body of the giant ape, let the giant ape turn into a yellow monkey and stand on the shoulders of Nineteen, originally thinking of entering the city to ask about the specific location of this Niutou Village, but this place is very close to Liangzhou, Zhou Yuan carefully observed, and found that most of the people in the city were bewitched by the holy medicine, and Nineteen was too young, so Bao Buqi would be forcibly taken away by those city defenders as a candidate for the Holy Son, so the two gave up such an idea.

They lingered outside the city gate for more than an hour, and finally waited for a farmer who entered the city to sell mountain goods, Zhou Yuan saw that his appearance was quite ordinary, and he did not have the gloomy color of those who had taken the holy medicine, so he had the courage to take the money to buy the mountain goods in his hand, and then asked about the whereabouts of this Niutou Village.

"Niutou Village, haven't you heard of this place?" the farmer took the silver tael and looked at the two of them in confusion.

"How come? think about it again?" Zhou Yuan said, and took out a heavy piece of broken silver from his bosom and looked at the farmer.

The silver glittered in Zhou Yuan's hand, and the farmer's eyes straightened.

There is a way that there must be a brave man under the reward, the farmer racked his brains and thought for a long time, and suddenly clapped his hands as if he had been enlightened.

"Remembered?" Zhou Yuan hurriedly asked when he saw him like this.

"There is no Niutou Village, but there is a Niutou Mausoleum thirty miles west of the city!" said the farmer, and in his heart, perhaps there was not much difference between Niutou Village and Niutou Mausoleum.

After saying this, the middle-aged farmer looked at Zhou Yuan expectantly, but the corner of his eye fell on the shining silver broken silver, looking at that appearance, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is salivating.

When Zhou Yuan heard this, he came back to his senses at this time, the urgency in his eyes turned into anger at that moment, he stretched out his kick and kicked the farmer fiercely, and scolded in his mouth: "Little rabbit cub, you dare to fool your Grandpa Zhou?"

"I'll let me find a village! But you show me the tomb, is that place for people?"

Although the farmer was greedy for money, he didn't have the mind of a fool, he immediately rubbed his swollen knee that was kicked by Zhou Yuan, and argued: "The little one doesn't mean that, I have lived outside the city here for forty years, and the radius is not thirty miles, even if there is no place called Niutou Village in a hundred miles, there is only one Niutou Mausoleum, and that place is indeed inhuman, and I suddenly remembered that when I went to the mountains to collect medicine a few days ago, I saw a little monk with a little girl going there, and I remembered that there was such a place." ”

Zhou Yuanke has never been a good person, and when he heard this, he immediately frowned, and he was about to scold something more, but before he could say this, Xiao Nineteen on the side jumped up and said excitedly: "That's it, that's there, you take us there." ”

"Nineteen, what we're going to is Niutou Village, not Niutou Mausoleum. Zhou Yuan looked at Nineteen in confusion when he heard this, and said in a low voice.

"Master, why are you so stupid! Haven't you heard what Aunt Ziyu said before? Niutou Village was slaughtered, and there were no living people in the village for a long time, and it naturally became Niutou Mausoleum when it was buried there, and besides, aren't the people we are looking for just a little monk and a girl?" These stories are also stories that Fang Ziyu told to Nineteen when he was bored, and the little guy's memory is quite good, and he remembers the details clearly.

Zhou Yuan was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he couldn't find fault with the nineteen words for a while.

"That's right, that's the truth, the little guy is very smart. Zhou Yuan touched Nineteen's head and said dotingly.

Xiao Nineteen, who has always been known for her poisonous tongue to people, is considerate to Zhou Yuan like a little padded jacket, she smiled sweetly at that time and said: "It's all taught well by the master." ”

The farmer who stood up on the side listened to the conversation between the two, and cautiously wanted to remind him of something.

"Na, you take this silver and kick your compensation, you take us to find the Bull Head Tomb, and we will give you another five taels of silver!" But he didn't have a chance to speak, and a heavy piece of silver was put into his hand by Nineteen.

Feeling the heavy weight of the silver, the middle-aged farmer's words were pressed back alive.

"Really?" he asked, swallowing a mouthful of saliva and looking forward to it.

Nineteen Hao, who had taken a lot of silver from Xu Han, patted his chest dryly, and said, "It's just a lot!"

......

In the depths of the Sword Tomb, the sword intent is vast, and it is endless like a river.

Wang Yangming, dressed in white, fluttered, stretched out his hand to Xu Han, who was opposite him, and said with a smile: "Can you lend me your sword." ”

Xu Han was stunned when he heard this, he also couldn't understand what Wang Yangming called him here, but he didn't doubt him, and after a few breaths, he summoned the black long sword given to him by the watcher from the wooden box behind him and handed it to Wang Yangming's hand.

Then Xu Han reminded: "This sword is extremely magical, it has been worn by Su Muan before, but it can't be pulled out, and it has never appeared in the world." After the watcher arrives, I will be able to use this sword after giving it to me. But others still can't use this sword, even Su Mu'an can't do it, if the master wants to take a look, I can inspire the three thousand..."

Xu Han's words were normal, but he suddenly stopped at that time.

I saw that after Wang Yangming stroked the jet-black sword body, he held the hilt of the sword, and then there was a shock in his hand, and a sword intent rushed out of his body, so the sword body of the black long sword let out a clear sound, and three thousand golden sword shadows rushed out from the sword body of the black divine sword at that time, standing around the black divine sword like a soldier, not moving at all. Only the scorching golden light and the mighty sword intent permeated the entire Sword Tomb, and Xu Han could clearly feel that at that time, the long swords buried in the Sword Tomb around him began to tremble, as if they were jubilant and fearful.

"This..."Xu Han looked at Wang Yangming who was holding the long sword in a daze, and then looked at the golden sword shadow in the sky, and the horror in his heart was beyond measure.

Of course, he has enough say about this sword, and once he also lent this sword to Mr. Wei for a look, but Rao is unable to use this sword because of Mr. Wei's cultivation, he once said: "There are only two people who can use this sword, one is the person who is approved by the watcher, and the other is the person who cultivates beyond the watcher to forcibly break the prohibition on the sword." ”

How strong the monitor is is naturally not something that Xu Han can measure, but although the Wang Yangming in front of him can be traced back to the same period as Mr. Wei, Xu Han does not think that he can be compared with the monitor. As for why he was able to activate this black divine sword, it was even more a mystery to Xu Han.

At this moment, Wang Yangming didn't seem to realize what an earth-shattering thing he had done, he looked at the golden sword shadow in the sky with a solemn expression, and the light flashed in his eyebrows, as if he had a memory.

He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the golden sword shadows, one after the other, each touch made the sword shadows tremble, as if he was talking to the old man.

Xu Han suddenly had an illusion - Wang Yangming seemed to be able to really talk to these swords.

"Each sword has its own story, it's just up to you to understand it. As if in response to Xu Han's delusion, the old man said suddenly.

"Huh?" Xu Han couldn't help but be a little curious when he heard this: "Did the master hear the story of this sword?"

Wang Yangming shook his head, the hand holding the hilt of the sword shook slightly, and the golden sword shadow in the sky all dispersed at that time, and was included in the sword body of the black divine sword, and then the sword intent in the sky disappeared immediately at that time, he stretched out his hand and returned the sword to Xu Han, and said in his mouth: "This sword has no story..."

This answer was somewhat unexpected by Xu Han, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

"The spirit of this sword is dead. Wang Yangming responded.

"Dead?" Xu Han heard such a thing for the first time, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart, but he soon came back to his senses, judging from the powerful combat power shown by this sword, if he had a sword spirit, it must be a spirit body that was difficult for ordinary people to control like a fierce sword, and in fact, he did not have any intersection with it in the process of using this sword, so Wang Yangming's statement was quite reasonable.

"That's a good thing for you. Wang Yangming said again.

"Why?" Xu Han was puzzled.

"As a sword cultivator, if you want to reach the peak of the realm, although cultivating the sword spirit is not a must, but with the sword spirit in charge, the strength of the sword cultivator will be more than a notch higher. This sword does not have a sword spirit, but it is a divine object comparable to the three fierce swords, if you can cultivate a sword spirit for it, its burst of power may be several times stronger than the fierce sword. Wang Yangming explained patiently.

Although Xu Han probably understood what Wang Yangming meant, he couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face: "This matter is easy to say, but it is as difficult as climbing to the sky." ”

Xu Han had thought about cultivating his true spirit on the way out of Chang'an to Great Xia, this thing was the prototype of the sword spirit for many sword cultivators, but for some reason, this was not a difficult thing for most monks in the same realm, but for Xu Han it was several times more difficult than ascending to the fairyland, so that until now, Xu Han has not cultivated the true spirit.

"I know, that's why I just called you here, just to borrow the majestic sword intent in the depths of this sword tomb to cultivate this thing for you. Wang Yangming said calmly.

Only then did Xu Han understand what Wang Yangming's move meant, but he couldn't help but ask with some hesitation: "The big war is coming, one more strength will have more vitality, since this sword tomb has this effect in the depths, why doesn't the senior brother come here with him?"

"He has a very high level of comprehension, he is a good seedling for sword cultivation, it is good to be nourished by external forces, but it is too much, if he can slowly comprehend it, the sword spirit he cultivates will definitely be unparalleled in the world. Wang Yangming said calmly, and when he said this, he glanced at Xu Han again: "But you are different, your sword talent is mediocre, and you can get to this realm by relying on adventures and tenacity along the way, if you don't have this majestic sword intent infusion, you will not be able to cultivate a sword spirit even if you have cultivated your internal strength to the immortal realm." ”

"Teach students according to their aptitude, stupid nature to teach more. ”

Wang Yangming made up his mind lightly, but Xu Han was stunned, it turned out that he was the disciple who didn't make it after saying it for a long time...

......

The farmer diligently lifted the half-human-tall dead grass in front of him, pointed to the wasteland not far away, and said, "This is it." ”

Nineteen and Zhou Yuan, who had followed the farmer for two hours, panted and looked behind him through the pile of dead grass, where was an even more barren flat land. Of course, they didn't know if the desolation of this place was like this, or because the dragon qi had been devoured.

"Here?" Zhou Yuan asked suspiciously, pointing to the place where the grass was overgrown.

"yes, this is it. The farmer nodded, and replied firmly.

"What the hell are you fooling me?" Zhou Yuan was suddenly furious, there was no trace of anyone in the wasteland, and there was no thatched hut and thatched hut in sight, I am afraid that no one had been here for decades, and it didn't look like a village. Even if this village was slaughtered a few years ago, it shouldn't be like this, why must it be a bit of a dilapidated house, right? Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan became more and more sure that it was this farmer who saw the wealth and deliberately deceived them: "Where is this where someone has lived!?"

Facing Zhou Yuan's questioning, the farmer was a little aggrieved, and he said: "I said that this is the Niutou Mausoleum, and it was originally a place where no one lived!"

"How can you say that it was a village a few years ago, so there won't be any traces of it?" Nineteen took over with a frown.

The farmer was puzzled by Nineteen's words, and he said again firmly: "A few years ago, this place was born like this, and there has never been a person at all. ”

"Is this possible?" Zhou Yuan obviously didn't believe the farmer's words, and even equated the farmer with the liar in his heart: "Didn't you say that you had seen a little monk and a girl come here?

The farmer was obviously an honest man, and such an honest man was probably the most unjust, so he was so anxious that he stamped his feet, and he pointed not far away and said: "When I passed by here a few months ago to collect medicine, I really saw a monk and a little girl, and they were sitting in front of the tomb not far away, and the monk kept shouting something, as if he was sick, and the girl kept comforting him, and they made a great fuss, so when you mentioned the word bull's head, I remembered. ”

Seeing that the farmer's face was sincere and not fake, and that the monk and the girl should be Guanglin Ghost and Liu Dingdang in her opinion, she said again: "Where is that tomb, you can take us to see it." ”

......

The three of them crossed a small mountain road again, and the farmer who walked in front of them cut away the dead grass piled up on the mountain road, and then a mass grave suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Now, this is the Bull Head Mausoleum. ”

"Legend has it that when the Great Chu destroyed the country, a princess who fled here was besieged by the army of the Great Zhou, and the guards she brought were all killed in battle, and she herself committed suicide here. Here, since I was born, there has never been any Niutou Village, only Niutou Mausoleum!"

The farmer said this, and he spoke with a burning sound, and it was evident that he was not lying.

Nineteen and Zhou Yuan glanced at each other strangely, and then looked at the mountain full of barren mounds.

Probably due to disrepair, most of the tombstones here are broken, some are only half-cut, some have simply collapsed, and only one tombstone in the middle is still intact.

Nineteen looked at it and barely recognized the handwriting engraved on the tombstone.

Princess Jingyuan of Da Chu, the tomb of his beloved wife Fang Tianqing - the foolish husband Li Dongjunli.