In the distance, in the breeze, there seemed to be a sigh of disappointment.

The old man walked step by step into the ancestral hall of the Holy Sword Villa. In the middle of the ancestral hall, there are countless spiritual seats of the ancestors of the sword clan. In front of the altar, incense and candles are lit, surrounded by smoke, and the faces of the people illuminating are cloudy and uncertain.

The old man slowly walked to the altar, picked up three brand-new candles and incense sticks from it, lit them, and inserted them on the incense table of the altar.

Then, the old man took a step back, knelt on his knees, and bowed his head: "The unfilial descendant Li Youran has failed to live up to the expectations of his ancestors, failed to revive the prestige of my Holy Sword Villa, and failed to revitalize my Great Wilderness. Now, he has failed to educate his descendants well, and he is ashamed of his ancestors. ”

There was silence in the main hall, except for the old man who was prostrating on the ground.

After a long time, the old man raised his head, his face was incomprehensible, as if he had made some kind of determination, and then got up and left the ancestral hall.

The north wind is dashing, and the cold night is silent.

The faint candlelight in the room, flickering and flickering, illuminates the thoughts of people who are full of thoughts.

"I believe that after a while, my grandfather will be able to understand me." Li Muran sat in front of the window, quietly pondering.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by the window, and at the same time, it also alarmed Li Muran, who was thinking. Seeing this, Li Muran immediately grabbed the sword on the table, climbed out of the window, and chased after him.

I saw that Li Muran was moving like a rabbit, as fast as the wind, flashing and jumping, and he had already appeared in front of the man in black.

"Friend, why rush to leave the Holy Sword Villa uninvited? Why not stay and talk? Li Muran pressed the top of the hilt with his right hand, the sword body was on the ground, and he turned his back to the man in black and said.

The man in black was obviously stunned when he saw Li Muran appear in front of him. Immediately, he pulled out the long sword from his back, and without saying anything, he rushed towards Li Muran.

"Hmph." Li Muran snorted coldly, and then the sword was unsheathed, only to see Li Muran swinging the sword out without hurrying.

"Wind Wounds. Break" Li Muranwei shouted, and the famous sword skills of the sword saint Calante came out.

Suddenly, a blazing white light quickly struck the man in black. Before the sword qi arrived, the surroundings were already frightened by the wind and clouds, and lightning flashed and thundered.

In the face of this terrifying attack, the man in black did not hurry, raised his sword to block, and a force of Origin Enchantment quickly generated outside his body.

As a loud explosion sounded, the man in black was shocked and took a few steps back. Seeing that the injury of the famous wind was not completed, Li Muran then swung his sword to attack, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the vital point of the man in black. For a while, the sword light was everywhere, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

But seeing that the man in black had lost the opportunity, although he was in a downwind, he still kept his body impermeable, like grass in a storm, the rain and the wind blow, but it still grew tenaciously. The battle was at a stalemate for a while.

Li Muran was not in a hurry, he replaced defense with offense, and he was slow with speed, like a white lightning bolt flying up and down the body of the man in black.

Just a few moments after the other party fought, the man in black suddenly showed a lack of physical strength. Li Muran saw the moment of opportunity, and in an instant, the figure was divided into four, and at the same time, he rushed towards the man in black from the east, south, west, and north.

After the four figures passed through the body of the man in black, they became one again. It is the highest meaning in the Sword Saint Calant's Phantom Sword Technique, the "Phantom Sword Dance".

As the name suggests, the essence of this phantom sword technique lies in the unpredictable, transforming into three clones, disturbing the opponent's mind, so as to slash the opponent under the sword when the opponent is distracted. Obviously, judging from the battle just now, Li Muran has already exhausted the essence of the phantom sword technique. It seems that even in the face of Li Muran, who is from the Great Wilderness, Sword Saint Lante is dedicated to teaching him and has no national prejudice.

As a streak of blood dripped from the blade of the sword, the man in black suddenly fell to the ground, and then a patch of blood stained his chest red.

"The strength is not bad, no wonder you dare to come to the Holy Sword Villa to make trouble." Li Muran shook a sword flower in his right hand and said chicly.

The "Illusory World Sword Dance" just now, Li Muran was extremely satisfied in his heart. You must know that this style of "Illusory World Sword Dance" has been performed several times since the teacher taught it, but it is far less smooth than this time. Only this time did the sword convey the heart.

"This should be the unity of human and sword that teachers often mention." Li Muran recalled the sword intent just now.

However, there is more important things ahead. In the next moment, Li Muran looked at the man in black in front of him with a cold look. During the battle just now, Li Muran had already stabbed the man in black in the heart with a sword, but he was not dead. In addition, it is also necessary to find out if the man in black has other accomplices who have come to the Holy Sword Villa to cause trouble.

Under the moonlight, Li Muran held his sword horizontally and slowly walked towards the black-clothed man who was half-kneeling on the ground. Then, Li Muran pulled his left hand and directly ripped off the mask on the face of the man in black.

At this time, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the night sky, illuminating the Holy Sword Mountain Villa pale.

In front of me, it was the most unbelievable scene. Beneath the mask was an old but familiar face. was so shocked that Li Muran retreated again and again, shocked Li Muran trembling, and shocked Li Muran unable to stand.

"Grandpa!" Li Muran knelt on his knees, and the black-clothed man in front of him who was half-kneeling on the ground turned out to be Li Youran, the old owner of the Holy Sword Villa.

Li Muran threw away the sword in his hand and crawled towards Li Youran while crying bitterly.

"Grandpa, I'll take you to the doctor." Li Muran hugged Li Youran, crying bitterly to pick up the old man, "Someone!" Come on! ”

The old man grabbed Li Muran's hand and said in a weak voice: "No need, my heart has been pierced." ”

For the first time, Li Muran hated his swordsmanship.

"Ran'er, no words, no need to be annoyed, revitalize the Great Wilderness." The old man seemed to use his last strength to hold Li Muran's hand tightly.

"Yes, Grandpa. Grandson promises you. Your grandson will promise you everything. Li Muran burst into tears and cried bitterly.

"Ran'er, grandpa hasn't listened to you for a long time." The old man called faintly.

"Yes, grandpa, my grandson will recite it to you right away. My grandson will recite it to you. Li Muran replied crying.

Suddenly, the hand holding Li Muran suddenly let go, and then fell.

Li Muran knelt on his knees and took a step back, then bowed to the ground, crying and reciting: "As a swordsman of the Holy Sword Villa, you should be dressed properly, abide by the law, be diligent in swordsmanship, salute the law, respect the elderly, do not kill the loyal and good, do not violate the promise, if you meet a righteous person, you should treat him with courtesy, if you encounter adultery, you should kill him... ”

A very simple sentence of revitalizing the Great Wilderness contains the wishes of many people in the Great Wilderness, and the expectations of many people in the Great Wilderness, which is the dream in the hearts of generations of people in the Great Wilderness.

You don't see, how many soldiers of the Great Wilderness died in the border field, and the horse leather shrouded in the body. You don't see, how many great wilderness strategists wept blood, did their best, and turned their hair white.

Nobody likes war, and no one wants war. Gu Youyun: Soldiers, the major affairs of the country, the place of death and life, and the way of survival, must not be ignored.

It is only because war can we sweep away the haze that has shrouded the Great Wilderness for 300 years; Only because war can wash away the shame of the defeat of our ancestors; It is only because of war that the world will see the despicable war that took place in the Eastern Wilderness three hundred years ago.

Where you fall, you will get up. This is an eternal truth.

That winter, the snow was falling and the plum blossoms were full of branches.

In the winter of that year, the Holy Sword Villa on Taihang Mountain left too much regret.

Winter goes to spring, and peach blossoms are flying.

Holy Sword Villa, Houshan Cemetery.

New graves, old dreams, lonely swords, lonely shadows.

"Young Master!" Limber led the horse and walked slowly from a distance.

"Limber, thank you!" Li Muran stood up from the grave and bowed deeply to the old man.

"Young master, don't torture the old slave, these are what the old slave should do." Lin Bo hurriedly stepped forward to support Li Muran.

Li Muran knew the character of the old man in front of him, not to mention that since he grew up with his grandfather, Li Muran had already regarded him as a relative and elder in his heart, so he didn't say much. Just thinking of his grandfather, Li Muran couldn't help but look at the grave in front of him in a daze.

"Young Master!" Limber wanted to speak and stopped.

"Limber, you and I are like relatives, if you have anything to say, just say it." Li Muran came back to his senses.

Lin Bo said with a worried face: "Young master, the Northwest Yumen Pass Border Plug is known as the meat grinder, and it is the military camp with the highest fatality rate in the Great Wilderness. The old slave knew the young master's determination to revitalize the Holy Sword Villa, but was it too risky for the young master to choose to go to the Yumen Pass to join the army? ”

Looking at Lin Bo's worried expression, Li Muran smiled lightly: "Lin Bo, Yumen Pass is located between the Hanhai Western Desert and the Linhai Northern Plains, and the purpose of setting up the Yumen Pass Border Fortress in the Great Wilderness was to calm the Hanhai barbarians and the Northern Plains ghost clan. ”

"The soldiers guarding the Yumen Pass are always facing the plundering of the Hanhai barbarians, the invasion of the ghost tribes of the Northern Plains, and the rampant horse bandits, and the fatality rate is the highest among all the frontiers of the Great Wilderness, which is extremely normal. But we also have such an old saying that the stronger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish. ”

"The Yumen Pass is extremely dangerous, it is dangerous, it is a dangerous opportunity, but it is also a military merit, a heavy military feat."

Li Muran clenched his fist with the five fingers of his right hand and said heroically.

Hearing that his young master was so confident, Lin Bo's expression finally stopped being tense: "The young master is a high-flying eagle in the sky, the old slave is just a small bird, and the old slave doesn't understand the young master's ambitions." Let the old slave lead the horse to the foot of the mountain for the future famous general of the barren clan, and wish the young master to open up territory for the barren clan in the future and create immortal military achievements. ”

"Haha!" Li Muran rarely blushed.

At the foot of Taihang Mountain, Li Muran knelt on the ground, and after respectfully kowtowing three times in the direction of the Holy Sword Villa, he rushed all the way north in Lin Bo's reluctant farewell gaze to explore his own future.

At this time, the wind suddenly rose, but the wind in the early spring of Taihang Mountain was still cold.

Going north with enthusiasm, how can my generation be mediocre people!

Perhaps many years later, he has established immortal military exploits and become a generation of famous generals of the Desolate Clan, and then he will return to his hometown and revitalize the Holy Sword Villa. Or maybe he will die in battle, stay on the way forever, and become an eternal regret in the hearts of his loved ones.

Because in this troubled era, unless you have absolute strength, the power to crush everything. Otherwise, life and death matters are so powerless in most cases, even if you have superior force, far superior wisdom, and a cautious style of action.

And to be successful, especially the dazzling kind of success, it takes a great deal of luck.