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At this time, someone came in to report that the burial location had been chosen.

Because this coffin was personally ordered by the lord of the sword mound, the mausoleum keepers did not dare to be hasty, chose a good direction, and ran to pass after checking the soil quality.

Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly remembered that the White Horse Crossing Sword was following him, and hurriedly asked for advice.

Mu Jueyou drew his sword out of the sheath and watched for a long time, the solemn color on his face became stronger and stronger.

Yao Caiwei had been watching Zhuo Zangfeng carefully, and she was almost certain that the little boy back then was the teenager in front of her. But she wasn't sure.

The White Horse Gap Sword couldn't stop roaring in Mu Jueyou's hand, like an untamed divine dragon, swallowing and flickering, spewing clouds and spitting mist.

The old man of this land immortal realm frowned, and suddenly said: "Ordinary cultivators burying swords, they have all refined the sword of the sword yuan, that is, the magic sword. You've decided?"

Zhuo Zangfeng said: "I know what my predecessors meant, but this sword is Mr. He's beloved thing, and it must be buried with it." He looked at the old man sincerely and continued: "The predecessor just said that only magic swords have the need to bury them in the sword mound......

Mu Jueyou didn't wait for him to finish, interrupted him and said: "Although the old man doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, he can also see that this sword is a divine weapon, and he has never refined the sword element, it's a pity!

Zhuo Zangfeng said: "The divine sword is rare, but Mr. He's love for the sword is even more rare, so I also ask the seniors to fulfill it." ”

Mu Jueyou nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "This sword has extremely strong vitality, but it is not the vitality of Mr. He himself as you said. Moreover, the vitality on the sword was far more powerful than that of Mr. He, so he couldn't control this sword. ”

Then he stared at Zhuo Zangfeng carefully.

"This sword recognizes the Lord with vitality, and it is obviously you. I'm just wondering, your realm is only a first-grade martial artist, how can you overpower a great swordsman in terms of the strength of the number of vitality?"

Zhuo Zangfeng was surprised: "The predecessor said that this sword has my vitality on it, and because my vitality is stronger than Mr. He, this sword automatically senses and flies to recognize the master?"

Mu Jueyou nodded, "The old horse knows the way, relying on experience, and the sword knows the master, relying on the true yuan." In the cultivation world, the strength of the vitality is reflected on the sword, and this does happen. ”

He once again took the Baiju Gap Sword in his hand, gently stroked the blade, and said, "Although this sword has not been refined into a sword element, it is not weaker than a sword element. He looked at Zhuo Zangfeng and asked, "Do you know that you are called Sword Yuan, what is the name of the Sword Shrine in our world?"

Zhuo Zangfeng hurriedly asked.

Mu Jueyou said: "We call Jian Yuan the Sword Soul here. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng said in surprise: "Sword Soul?"

Mu Jueyou ignored his surprise, and continued: "A person has a soul, that is, a spirit spirit, and a sword has spirituality, and this spirituality is not only the quality of the sword itself, but also the nourishment of the cultivator's vitality, just like the soul of a person, so it is called a sword soul." ”

"The cultivation world narrowly thinks that only refining the sword into the shape of vitality is the highest realm, and they know that the soul on a sword is innate, and as the master's cultivation becomes stronger and stronger, it can perform the mission on behalf of the master, flying the sword to cut the enemy, and volley tens of thousands of miles, it is such a divine sword. ”

Yao Caiwei didn't want to listen to this old man and young man talk about Jian Yuan, and she just thought about whether Zhuo Zangfeng was the child back then.

The child took his hand, knitted a wreath for himself and put it on his head, told him stories, caught grasshoppers for himself, and showed himself the scars on his legs.

She could still remember that the child had a deep scar on his ankle, like the gaping mouth of a monster, and he joked that he would eat himself.

She still remembers falling asleep on his shoulder under the most beautiful plum tree, listening to the strange stories he tells.

Still under the plum tree, he didn't want to drink those very bitter medicines, but he coaxed him by himself, until he agreed to be his little daughter-in-law, he drank the medicine very happily.

It was her happiest and craziest time, and it seemed that her parents were so jealous of the old man named Duan Qianhua that they rarely interfered with her playing with the little boy.

Later, when she followed Duan Qianhua out, her parents actually gathered many cultivators to chase and kill the old man, which made her extremely angry at that time.

The past events have almost been forgotten as he gets older, but this child can never forget them. In recent years, as Bu Shishu approached her side, listening to the elders praising them as a match made in heaven, she always couldn't help but think of this little boy.

The little boy called himself his little daughter-in-law, and he called him Little Monkey.

Zhuo Zangfeng understood at this moment that the so-called sword soul of the sword mound was the same as the sword element, but the name of the sword soul was more suitable for the cemetery, and the name of the sword yuan was more suitable for cultivators, and it was originally a thing.

Mu Jieyou continued, "If you want to bury this sword safely next to that Mr. He, then you must first dissolve the vitality that has your own vitality on the sword. ”

The old man's eyes still had a puzzled look in his eyes, "I really don't know what method you use to dispel a great sword master's vitality?" Just like a dove occupies a magpie's nest, your vitality occupies this sword, so you are the master of this sword." ”

The old man was afraid that he would not understand, so he continued to consider the words.

"Legally, this sword belongs to that Mr. He, but from a cultivator's point of view, this sword should be yours. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng secretly said ashamed, "The younger generation has never meant to take the sword for himself?"

Mu Jueyou laughed and said: "The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless; ”

When he said this, the old man's gaze deliberately stayed on Yao Caiwei, and his gaze seemed meaningful.

Because at this time, Yao Caiwei kept looking at Zhuo Zangfeng.

And her gaze at Zhuo Zangfeng became more and more radiant, and there was an undisguised tenderness in her bright eyes.

Of course, the Lord of the Sword Shrine in the Land Immortal Realm was well aware of this gaze.

Zhuo Zangfeng's stupid boy was generally unaware, still looking at the old man and asking sincerely, "I don't know how to expel the vitality on the sword." ”

Mu Jieyou frowned and thought for a moment, and asked, "Tell me about the first time you touched this sword, or the first time you saw this sword." ”

At that time, the first time I met He Bikong, this white horse through the gap sword was flying next to the great swordsman, but at that time, he and the princess were not healed from poisoning, and they were like blind people.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Zangfeng looked at Yao Caiwei, but saw that the other party was looking at him, and there was a heart-warming look in his eyes.

He didn't think much about it, and quickly told him about the matter in the Heavenly Dao Divine Pool. It's just that he didn't say that he had a sword element in his body, but only said that he felt the vitality of his whole body surge, and struck the white horse through the gap sword in the low solid stone of the pool.

Mu Jueyou suddenly realized and said, "I should have seen that you are a sword path immortal, and the old man is not good at cultivation!"

Seeing that there were doubts in Zhuo Zangfeng's eyes, the old man explained: "The first time I saw you, I thought that you were a great vitality, I thought that the young man with such cultivation in the world must be the son of the Bu family, but later I found that your breath had an extremely strong sword intent of Duan Qianhua Kuaixue Sword, but I never remembered that there were still sword immortals in the world." ”

As he spoke, he approached Zhuo Zangfeng, put his thin palm on the top of his head, and activated his divine sense, sensing the incomparably abundant heaven and earth vitality in the sea of young dantian qi.

The old man of the Land Immortal Realm was shocked.

"There really are people in this world who can wash the body of a kendo immortal and change their life against the sky, it's really incredible!" he continued: "Kendo immortals can't practice, and they become weak in the cultivation world, just like a tree that can't build a house. ”

As he spoke, he removed his hand from the top of Zhuo Zangfeng's head, looking extremely excited, and muttered to himself, "I finally know what happened! I finally know the ins and outs of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight swords in this sword mound. ”

He looked out the window for a long time, his eyes full of admiration.

"The Ancient Sword Dao is long, this is really something that even the gods above the Heavenly Gate dare not try easily, I said that you are the first in the Ancient Sword Dao, I really don't exaggerate at all!" (To be continued.) )