Since ancient times, in the hearts of many swordsmen in the Great Wilderness, the Holy Sword Villa is a topic that can never be avoided. Because it represents the pinnacle of the Great Wilderness swordsmanship, it is not only a holy place in the hearts of many Great Wilderness swordsmen, but also a glory.

Because in the Great Wilderness, the word "holy" has the same meaning as the word "god" and "emperor". It represents the strongest, it represents the first, it represents the supremacy. Being able to be named "Holy Sword Villa" is enough to prove its status and influence in the hearts of the people of the Great Wilderness.

For tens of thousands of years, the Holy Sword Villa has produced countless swordsmanship, many of whom are famous and world-shattering. So much so that people even affectionately call the people of the Holy Sword Villa the Sword Clan.

However, it is regrettable that with the death of many masters of the Holy Sword Villa in the Eastern Wilderness War, the past glory of the Holy Sword Villa and the legends of the past will always remain in the memory of history. In the past three hundred years, the Holy Sword Mountain Villa has long disappeared in the Great Wilderness.

The green mountains are surrounded by green, and the palace is majestic. The bleak Holy Sword Villa, the scenery is still the same. It's just that the hustle and bustle of the past is gone, and the prosperity is no longer what it used to be.

Today, the gate of the villa is a rare lantern hanging color, red and prosperous, and the whole village is filled with a festive atmosphere.

"Move to the right again. It's a bit crooked now. Lin Bo of the Holy Sword Villa was engrossed in directing the workers on the wooden ladder.

"Great!" The worker at the top of the wooden ladder responded loudly, and at the same time waved the lantern in his hand slightly to the right.

"It's been five years, and before I know it, the young master has been away from Zhuang to study for five years." Limber wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but sigh.

As the only big butler of the Holy Sword Villa, he has dedicated his life to the villa, and he has watched the little young master grow up little by little, and he has long regarded this only young master of the Holy Sword Villa as his own grandson.

Yesterday, after receiving the letter that the young master was about to return, Lin Bo arranged the rectification of the villa in high spirits, and personally took up the work of monitoring.

Looking at the huge, empty mountain villa, although the Holy Sword Mountain Villa in front of him was thin and desolate, Lin Bo did not see any depressed look in his eyes.

The Holy Sword Villa may be silent, but it will not fall, let alone die. Because it won't be long before it will shock the world again, just as it once did. It will also return to its original status as the world's number one mountain resort. Limber often said this to the other workers of the cottage. As soon as he thought of the little master, Limber was very convinced.

It was precisely because of the little master's terrifying kendo talent that the old owner would give up his dignity and send the little master to study in a foreign West. This is also what the old man often said: "Master Yi's long skills to control it." ”

"It's coming! It's back! The little master is back! A neatly dressed worker came running quickly into the distance, shouting at the same time.

In a secluded, quaint courtyard.

"Grandpa, my grandson is back!" Li Muran knelt on his knees, prostrated himself and kowtowed.

In front of him, behind a beautifully carved wooden door, there were two gazes, staring at him quietly.

In the middle of the night, an old figure slowly walked out from behind the door.

It was an old man with white hair and a pale face, he walked up to Li Muran, and his eyes stayed on Li Muran, as if time had stood still.

After a long time, the old man in front of him said lightly: "The man has gold under his knees, a good man, there is no need to make this gesture." ”

"Yes, Grandpa." Li Muran got up slowly.

"In the past five years, I have also heard about the things you have done under the Sword Saint Callant. You're doing a great job. Don't be arrogant, practice is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. ”

"Yes, Grandpa. In the future, the child will carefully cultivate to regain the prestige of my Holy Sword Villa and set foot at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Li Muran replied with a firm face.

"With great power comes great responsibility! Remember! The old man said cordially.

"Yes, Grandpa."

"When you came back, your father and mother were very happy to come. Go and worship them first. The old man nodded with a smile.

"Yes, Grandpa." After finishing speaking, Li Muran turned around and left.

The old man looked at Li Muran's distant back and said softly, "Sheng'er Yu'er, do you see it?" Your son has grown up. I have finally lived up to your promise. His talent is really good, and his swordsmanship is far stronger than I thought. Back then, I was far inferior to him. ”

Suddenly, the old man said faintly: "Back then, if I had such a talent as him, my Holy Sword Villa wouldn't have been... ”

Immediately, the old man turned to sigh.

"Master Yi's long skills to control it." The old man looked up at the distant figure.

Then, the old man slowly walked into the room, and at this time, the sunlight shone on his gray hair, and it was slightly dazzling.

On this day, the entire Holy Sword Mountain Villa was shrouded in a lively atmosphere. In the sound of colorful lanterns singing and dancing, everyone in the Holy Sword Villa gathered together and drank happily.

For the retainers and disciples of the Holy Sword Villa, the future lord of the Holy Sword Villa returned after five years of traveling, how could he not celebrate such a moment.

In the afternoon, in the quiet and elegant corridor, a handsome figure slowly walked by, and the person who came was Li Muran, who had just returned to the village. I saw him casually shuttling between the corridors, and the delicate and gorgeous stone pillars of the building kept flowing on the tips of his hands.

The past time is gently flipped in the sound of slow walking footsteps. The old memories of his youth kept echoing in his mind as they circulated among the stone pillars of the building.

I vaguely remember the scenes of running, fighting, playing, and falling in this courtyard corridor when I was a child.

That's what home tastes like! Li Muran closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Five years ago, in order to pursue the pinnacle of swordsmanship and practice supreme swordsmanship, under the maneuver of his grandfather, he entered the door of the "Tempest Sword Saint" Calante to practice swordsmanship, and made a commitment to return from the five-year practice.

I still remember that year, the weather was just like today, the sky was clear and cloudless.

Under the gate of the Holy Sword Villa, in front of the carriage.

"Revitalize the Great Wilderness!" Before parting, grandpa said solemnly to himself.

"Tempest Swordmaster" Calant is one of the strongest people in the world today, and he is also the first-class swordsman in the world today. What's more, unlike other Western continent powerhouses, Callant is not fond of fighting, peace-loving, and not racist. This is also the reason why Li Muran chose to worship him.

Fortunately, now he can be regarded as a small swordsman, and he finally lived up to his grandfather's expectations.

"As the protagonist of the banquet, it's good for you to sneak out alone." A voice came to my ears.

Li Muran looked up and found that his grandfather was standing not far away.

"Come out and breathe!" Li Muran said with a chuckle.

"I remember when you were a kid, you were very fond of excitement, especially festivals. I didn't expect that now that I've grown up, it's different. The old man sighed.

"Actually, when I was a child, I didn't like to be lively, and it was only because of the lively festivals that my grandfather would be by my side." Li Muran said softly in his heart.

"People will always grow up." Li Muran was silent for a while and replied.

"You went to the foreign west for five years, how is the foreign west compared to the Eastern Wilderness Continent?" The old man asked suddenly.

Li Muran thought for a while and said, "On the way back, the Eastern Wilderness Continent was full of desolation, turmoil, and people were displaced, which was unbearable. Unlike the Eastern Wilderness Continent, the Western Continent is prosperous, and people live and work in peace and contentment. If the Eastern Wilderness Continent is a land of turmoil, then the Western Continent is a paradise on earth. ”

When the old man heard this, he said indignantly: "A kind of bandit behavior that achieves oneself by plundering other countries is not a paradise on earth. No matter how beautiful the appearance and speech are, they can't hide the ugly behavior. ”

Once, the Eastern Wilderness Continent was also thriving, and the country and the people were safe. Once, the Great Wilderness was also prosperous, and all nations came to court. Just because a despicable and shameless war changed all that.

The old man stood in the corridor illuminated by the faint sunlight, quietly watching everything in this courtyard, flowers, rockeries, and fountains.

In this quiet, beautiful and elegant Holy Sword Villa, who would have thought that three hundred years ago, there was also a shocking battle here.

Three hundred years ago, many strong soldiers from the Western Exotic Land approached the imperial capital of the Great Wilderness, and at the critical juncture of breaking through the imperial capital, many swordsmen of the Holy Sword Villa miraculously appeared on the wall of the imperial capital, fearless of life and death to block the group of invaders, and finally unbelievably guarded the last dignity of the Great Wilderness.

After the battle in the imperial capital, the world knew that if you want to destroy the Great Wilderness, you must first pass the Holy Sword Villa. As a result, there was also the later Battle of the Holy Sword Villa.

After the war, many strong men of the Sword Clan died in battle, and only a few remained. What's even more unfortunate is that the few members of the Sword Clan who survived were all hit by the most vicious and vicious heart-devouring palm.

Since then, in the past three hundred years, under the influence of the Heart-Eating Palm, the Sword Clan has begun to have a dilemma of thin people and no successors. What's even more terrifying is that the Sword Clan not only lost the supreme swordsmanship that has been treasured for tens of thousands of years in this battle, but even the sword clan's proud sword talent has never been reproduced in future generations, and even one generation is not as good as the next. By the time Li Muran's father's generation arrived, he was no different from ordinary people.

But there is no endless road to heaven, maybe the heavens also feel that the sword clan has suffered enough, and maybe the heavens can't bear to see the sword clan wither. When everyone in the Holy Sword Villa was desperate, the sword clan's sword talent, which was proud of the world, actually reappeared on Li Muran's body.

After a long time, the old man slowly turned his head and said to Li Muran: "After the spring next year, you will go to join the army." ”

When Li Muran heard this, he was taken aback, and immediately knelt down: "Grandpa, please forgive your grandson for being unfilial." The grandson has no intention of serving in the military in this life, and the grandson hopes to pursue the peak of swordsmanship like Teacher Calant. ”

When the old man heard this, he said angrily: "You really want to be angry with me!" ”

Then, Li Muran said: "Teacher Callante once said that real swordsmanship is a pursuit of strength, and should not be used as a tool for killing, let alone a reason for war. ”

For the first time, the old man felt that sending Li Muran to the Western Continent to practice swordsmanship was not entirely a good thing. The old man froze and said, "The swordsman should hoe the strong and help the weak, protect the family and defend the country." As a member of the Holy Sword Villa, you should have this awareness. ”

Li Muran shook his head and said firmly: "There are many ways to hoe the strong and help the weak and protect the family and defend the country, and you don't have to join the army. Once you join the army, you can't help yourself. When the country is in trouble, the grandson will come forward, but at the moment, the grandson hopes to devote himself to studying swordsmanship. ”

The corners of the old man's mouth moved, and then he said slowly: "That's it, you have no will, I don't ask you to do it." ”

After finishing speaking, he crossed Li Muran's body and walked in the direction of the ancestral hall.