"Why did the old gentleman say this? The two of us asked ourselves that we had not done anything unfavorable to the old gentleman. He Zichuan raised his eyebrows and said to the old man.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "You misunderstood, it's not that you did anything to the old man, but that the old man is clever and has become a pawn of the master." ”

"Master?" the three of them wondered.

The old man smiled and said, "Originally, being an outsider, it's comfortable to wander around with this kid." The answer in this ruined temple just now was only ordinary, until this girl said the prophecy on the wordless tablet in the East China Sea, the old man I woke up, it turned out that unconsciously, the old man I had entered the game. ”

He Zichuan was taken aback: "You mean ......"

The old man nodded helplessly: "Just now I and this kid inadvertently happened to fulfill the prophecy, at this time it has already been infected with cause and effect, if you see that natural disaster monument again in the future, I am afraid that within half an hour, you will suffer a flying disaster, and die tragically on the spot." ”

Mo Yanqi said: "But you are neither a true immortal nor an earth immortal, how can you fulfill the prophecy?"

The old man said: "Who knows about fate and circumstance, the old man is not now, what about the previous life? What about the future life? Besides, I am good at looking at qi, this green-shirted boy is prosperous, and he will become a great weapon in the future, even if he becomes an earth immortal or a true immortal, it is not surprising, isn't this a prophecy?"

"Really, I will become a great weapon in the future?" was asserted by the old man, and the green-shirted young man was pleasantly surprised, but he deliberately hid most of it in front of others, but he still couldn't help but ask.

No one paid attention to the excited green-shirted youth, and He Zichuan asked again: "But in the end, you neither gambled nor gave away treasures, how can you fulfill the prophecy?"

The old man smiled bitterly again, carefully took out a book from the inner lining of the padded jacket, stroked it a few times, stared at it reluctantly for a long time, and then handed the book to He Zichuan, and said: "This is the old man's family heirloom sword book, I have studied it for most of my life, and I have not been able to see anything famous." I see that you are full of sword energy, you must be an expert in making swords, today the old man will give you this sword book, one to answer the prophecy, and the other to find a good home for this sword book. ”

Seeing this, the green-shirted young man hurriedly said: "Old man, you are really not interesting, I have been with you for so long, how many things I have done for you, you don't even show me, now you are generous and give it away directly." ”

The old man glanced at the green-shirted young man, and said angrily: "If you see it, you will be exposed to cause and effect, you are not so hard to die, be careful that you can't escape the fate of death after watching it, are you sure you want to watch it?"

When the green-shirted young man heard what the old man said so seriously, he waved his hand in disdain and muttered: "I know how to scare people all day long, and I don't know if it's true or false." ”

He Zichuan and Mo Yan glanced at each other, their expressions a little hesitant. But I heard the old man say: "The way of heaven is clear, if you don't take it, you will suffer from it afterwards, as for the rest, don't think about it too much, leave it to God." ”

He Zichuan laughed and said, "If you don't take it, you will suffer from it, so I will accept it." In Mo Yan's stunned and worried gaze, he took the sword spectrum in the old man's hand.

The old man nodded slightly, got up and picked up the basket, made a gesture to He Zichuan and the others, and said: "Since the prophecy has been fulfilled and the sword spectrum has been sent, then the old man has completed the destiny of heaven, the old man is just a mortal, and he can't continue to stay here to be contaminated with too much cause and effect, so don't leave it at that." ”

He Zichuan and Mo Yan were both stunned, but they saw the old man pull the green-shirted young man by, walk out of the broken temple as if he was running away, and rush into the wind and snow.

"Hey, old man, why are you running so fast?" shouted the green-shirted young man in dissatisfaction.

The old man pulled the young man and said lightly: "Shut up, if you don't want to die, hurry up." ”

"Pretending to be a ghost and scaring people all day long. ”

The old man suddenly stopped, looked at the ruined temple dozens of feet away, and then said to the green-shirted young man: "Old man, I know that you have an extraordinary background and excellent means, but there are always exists in this world that you can't imagine, if you don't believe it, you can go back now, but when the time comes, you will be contaminated with cause and effect, and you will die on the spot, don't blame me for not reminding you." ”

The green-shirted young man waved his hand and said: "You are talking nonsense, how dare I, a young monk who has just started, dare to wade into that troubled water, it's just talking, I'll go with you, why scare me again." ”

In the face of the gag of the green-shirted youth, the old man did not poke it, snorted, and continued to walk towards the snowfield.

"Hey, old man, why did you answer that prophecy and give away that sword book? Don't tell me it's just the right time, I won't believe it. ”

"Nonsense, do you think I want to? Since the host has arranged it, as an uninvited guest, of course I have to take advantage of the situation to send some greeting gifts, otherwise what if the host is annoyed and kicks me out?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all. ”

"If you don't understand, that's right. ”

The two of them were talking quite loudly, but the strange thing was that He Zichuan and Mo Yan, who were only a few dozen feet apart, didn't hear a word, and even as soon as the two of them stepped out of the broken temple, they disappeared from He Zichuan and Mo Yan's divine perception.

He Zichuan and Mo Yan were naturally able to guess that these two people had extraordinary backgrounds, but they were not too surprised. At this time, the two of them sat down again around the fire, and looked at the broken sword book in He Zichuan's hand together.

The appearance of the monk's book is like that of a mortal's book, but the book uses special materials to record information on special paper, which can only be read with a divine mind, and often a simple page of thin paper can record the contents of several large boxes of ordinary books. So generally speaking, books are thin and thin.

The sword book in He Zichuan's hand is only eight pages the size of a palm, but the content is indeed a lot, which describes a treacherous nameless sword technique, from the beginning to the cultivation method of the fairyland. He Zichuan deduced that there should be a lot of content after that, but the sword spectrum was broken and could not be traced.

"Only to the fairyland, I thought it was amazing, it turned out to be chicken ribs. Mo Yan briefly browsed and found that the swordsmanship only reached the fairyland, and he was immediately disappointed.

He Zichuan shook his head and said: "Otherwise, although there is only a cultivation method to the fairy realm, this nameless sword technique is treacherous, unexpected, and imaginative, almost opening up a new path for those who use swords." I really don't know which genius predecessor created this set of swordsmanship, it's simply breathtaking. ”

He Zichuan can be called an expert in using swords, and his understanding of the world's exercises is one of the best even in Jinchuan, since he said so, this sword book is naturally of great value.

"So, this sword book is very useful to you, can you practice?" Mo Yan was pleasantly surprised.

He Zichuan smiled bitterly, shook his head again, and said, "I think there is probably no one in this world who can practice this sword book." ”

"Why is that?"

"We know that the exercises in the world are divided into four categories: mental methods, body methods, techniques, and secret techniques. The mental method is fundamental, and the so-called cultivation realm is actually the degree of mental cultivation, such as the Origin Heart Sutra of Jinchuan, the Heavenly Punishment Demon Suppression Gong of the Demon Palace, etc. The body method is a method to increase speed, and it is used in conjunction with the mental method. The technique is a routine of moves against the enemy, and it is used in conjunction with mental methods, such as knife techniques and swordsmanship. Occult techniques are a type of method with a single function but miraculous effects, such as transfiguration.

No matter what kind of swordsmanship, it must be supported by the appropriate mental method to be effective, so most monks choose the appropriate swordsmanship according to the mental method. And this set of nameless swordsmanship requires the mental method to be yin to yang, to rigid and soft, not to interfere with each other, but also to protect and harmonize, it is simply incredible, how can there be such a mental method in the world?

Moreover, this set of swordsmanship from the beginning of the introduction needs to have a very deep understanding of the sword, sword intent, not the practice of more than a thousand years of sword cultivation will never comprehend the possibility, and every sword cultivator has their own sword and sword intent, the more profound the cultivation, the more difficult it is to give up, such as my realm, once you give up the original sword intent and sword will have no possibility of returning to the peak, to abandon what you have learned in your previous life, how easy it is to re-cultivate this set of swordsmanship.

Another point, if you want to give full play to the power of this set of swordsmanship, you need a very special sword, so special that I have never heard of it, and the best holy sword like the Qingfeng Sword is beyond the reach of the dust......

Therefore, although this set of swordsmanship is both offensive and defensive, powerful, treacherous, and unexpected, it is not suitable for beginners, nor for those who have a deep understanding of kendo and sword intent, and there is no matching mental method, and no one can practice it at all. Even if you are lucky enough to cultivate, there is no suitable sword that can fully exert the power of swordsmanship. ”

After He Zichuan's simple explanation, Mo Yan also understood that this sword book was not very useful except for giving He Zichuan some inspiration in his thinking, so he was disappointed, Mo Yan diverted the topic and said: "Xiao Qi, how much do you think what the old man and the two said is credible?"

I can't say how much it is credible, but the part about the prophecy should be true. ”

"Why?"

"I can't say why, it's intuitive, I always feel that this prophecy is not as simple as it seems, maybe the mysterious organization has something to do with the sudden appearance of the prophecy?"

"What's the connection?" Mo Yan asked.

He Zichuan shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but the mysterious organization and the prophecy appeared at the same time, it shouldn't be just a coincidence." ”

"What are you going to do next?"

"Go to Tianlong Villa to join the third senior sister and Long Xiangyi, the current situation is out of control, and you must have foreign aid to act. ”

"I'll go with you!"

He Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and said: "Senior Cen has fallen, and the Demon Palace is ......."

Mo Yan waved his hand and said, "No matter what happens to the Demon Palace, the crux is in the extreme north, the mysterious organization that attacked you must have something to do with the murderer who killed Uncle Cen, if I leave, who will avenge him?"

Seeing Mo Yan's sad expression and his words so firmly, He Zichuan was not good at persuading him again, and an inexplicable feeling of gratitude rose in his heart.

"Miss!" Hearing Mo Yan's decision to stay, Mu Qianqian walked out of the back hall quickly, made a blessing to He Zichuan, and then winked at Mo Yan, meaning that Mo Yan wanted to go to the side with her, as if she had something to say.

Mo Yan didn't see it, and said lightly: "Dead girl, if you have anything to say, what kind of grimace you make." ”

Mu Qianqian was angry, and said to Mo Yan: "Miss, the master has not come out of retreat, and Lord Qingtian has fallen again, and the Demon Palace must need you very much at this time." ”

"There is a father in the Demon Palace, and I can't afford to make any waves" Mo Yan glanced at He Zichuan as he spoke, and continued to convey the voice to Mu Qianqian: "And he only has me, and I can't leave now." ”

"You're really getting stupid...... Mu Qianqian muttered dissatisfiedly.

Mo Yan ignored her, seeing He Zichuan frowning, he seemed to be still worried, and his heart was uncomfortable. She lifted it with one hand, held a guqin in the palm of her hand, plucked the strings with her bare hands, and a melodious and beautiful sound of the piano immediately played, and the broken temple in the wind and snow seemed to be warm suddenly.

The sound of the piano was quiet and tactful at the beginning, making people feel as if they were in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and their mood quickly calmed down. Then the sound of the piano became melodious and cheerful, as if a lover had met. After a while, the sound of the piano became mournful and moving, as if telling the feeling of parting with his lover.

From the sound of the piano, He Zichuan woke up from complicated thinking, and saw the moving scene of Mo Yan's hand-tuned piano, he revealed a touch of tenderness, tight heartstrings, gradually stretched, with the sound of the piano ups and downs, sometimes happy, sometimes sweet, sometimes lost, sometimes sad. Until the end of the last syllable, I am still immersed in it.

"Does it sound good?" Mo Yan asked softly while holding the qin, looking shy and expectant.

He Zichuan nodded heavily, and said sincerely: "I have never heard such a beautiful piano sound, what is this piece called?"

Mo Yan smiled, revealing a touch of memory and said, "This is the song my father composed when he missed his mother, called "The Singing of the Night". ”

"No wonder it's so affectionate and so sad. He Zichuan said regretfully.

Mo Yan didn't care, Fuqin said: "This piece has not been finished yet, although the previous content is a little sad, but I believe that the ending will be successful." ”

He Zichuan raised his head, just opposite Mo Yan's smiling eyes, and a trace of warmth and scorching heat kept flowing.

"No matter what happens in the future, will you always be with me?" For some reason, He Zichuan suddenly wanted to ask Mo Yan such a question, but in the end he couldn't ask it.