"I didn't expect that the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, which had not been born for a long time, also sent someone over!"

Lin Chongxiao looked at the figure that was gradually moving away, he bent down and picked up the folding fan that had just fallen to the ground, without saying a word.

He was thinking about the sword.

Not only Lin Chongxiao, but no matter who was among the people present, they could see the true meaning contained in Crazy Xiaosheng's sword.

The sword intent was very light, like a wind without taste.

Lin Chongxiao asked himself while thinking about it in his heart.

There was no obstacle to that sword, and there were no strong fluctuations.

He stabbed it like that, perhaps not thinking about why he was swinging his sword.

Crazy laughing boy just fell.

It's all so ridiculous.

But no matter how ridiculous things are, they are also reality.

It's like the one who has become a saint in his thirties.

Who would have believed it at first?

But Lin Chongxiao still felt that this would not be a scam to himself.

"If it were me..."

Thinking of this, Lin Chongxiao shook his head again and denied the idea just now, from the moment he saw that sword, he already knew that he would never be able to take it now.

From childhood to adulthood, this is the first time that Lin Chongxiao has felt his powerlessness from his body.

This made him recall what the elders in the sect had said many times.

"The Fuzhong Sword is the sword of people, the Wudang Sword is the sword of seeking the Tao, and the Qingshan Sword is the sword of righteousness. ”

"These three kinds of sword intent can represent the sword intent used by people in this world. ”

Lin Chongxiao still remembers that the elder who said such a thing at that time, his eyes flickered and he was full of pride.

Until now, Lin Chongxiao is also proud to be a disciple of Nishibeppu.

But there are always some wonderful coincidences in this world.

On the summer solstice four years ago, that elder met the Sword Heavenly Son.

Since that encounter. The elder was never shut down, he broke his sword, drank all day, stopped practicing swords, and was driven out of Nishibeppu.

"The sword of the Son of Heaven is a heavenly sword. ”

That was the last thing Lin Chongxiao heard when he left Nishibeppu.

Lin Chongxiao had never seen that elder again, and he had never seen the sword of the Sword Heavenly Son, and he couldn't understand what the elder said.

Until today, Lin Chongxiao saw Wujisheng's sword.

He somewhat understood the elder's mood at that time.

It is very difficult to frustrate a young and vigorous man.

Every sentence is not as good as the inside, and how much helplessness does it have?

"I can only say that I am worthy of being the disciple of that saint. ”

After being silent for a long time, Lin Chongxiao still sighed, with a trace of regret in his tone.

"Brother Xiaolin, you're okay. ”

Miss Zhao on the side heard the frustration between Lin Chongxiao's words, and couldn't help but ask.

Lin Chongxiao shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm fine, but I feel a little ridiculous." ”

What's so ridiculous?

Lin Chongxiao couldn't help but ask in his heart.

He looked at the young man in white who had long since passed away, he wanted to see it thoroughly, he wanted to see it clearly.

Even he began to be a little jealous of Wuji.

Lin Chongxiao smiled bitterly and whispered to Miss Zhao on the side, "Let's go." ”

"Well, good" Miss Zhao saw Lin Chongxiao's frustration, she responded obediently and followed behind Lin Chongxiao.

"Lin Gongzi, wait for me. ”

Xiao Fangzi saw that the two were about to leave, and hurriedly followed.

When Lin Chongxiao left, the two women who were standing next to Crazy Xiaosheng didn't know when they left here, but they didn't take Crazy Xiaosheng's body with them.

Lin Chongxiao didn't pay attention to the departure of the two women, maybe everyone didn't pay attention.

"I'm afraid this corpse will rot if it's placed here. ”

At this time, someone in the crowd finally spoke.

"Hurry up and call the Sword Casting Villa to deal with it, this crazy laughing life is not good, but I met that person's apprentice. ”

"Let's go, let's go, hurry up and go to the Sword Forge Villa and call someone to deal with it. ”

None of the onlookers around wanted to be next to the corpse, and when they saw that the excitement had dispersed, they also left, and there was a new topic between the words.

"Hey, you said that this Wujisheng swordsmanship, I'm afraid that the sword emperor has really passed it on. ”

"I don't know about the Hanmei sword debate at the end of this year, and Wuji Shengshen will not participate. ”

"I'm afraid the three little sword saints will become the four little sword saints. ”

Don Juan glanced at the sun in the sky, and the sun was still dazzling, which made him can't help but squint.

In Don Juan's ears, everyone seemed to be speaking of the same person.

"Wujisheng, who is it?"

When Don Juan and the others arrived here, only a pale young man was lying in a pool of blood, and from his lifeless eyes, Don Juan seemed to see surprise.

"This must be what they are talking about, and they are laughing at the mass graves. ”

Don Juan thought back to what he had heard.

Then, he looked at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, and couldn't help but sigh: "A sword pierced the heart, this person is extraordinary."

The demon boy walked up to Don Juan, she looked at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, she frowned in disgust, and did not speak.

"The mass grave was stabbed to death by Wuji Sheng under the Sword Heavenly Son's sect, this is really a big deal. ”

The old storyteller on the side saw the corpse, and his face showed a little surprise.

"There's a new story to tell. ”

The old man then said with a smile.

"Just seeing a corpse can have a story to tell?"

Don Juan asked with some curiosity.

"How many people who listen to the story know the truth?"

"Who cares?"

The storyteller said to Don Juan with a smile.

"The rivers and lakes are used to death, and so are the people. ”

Don Juan nodded, agreeing with the old man's words.

"Didn't you say that there were two women with that crazy laugher? Why aren't they here?"

The demon boy asked.

"There are too many corpses crawling out of mass graves, who cares. ”

Don Juan smiled at the demon boy and quipped.

"Just because it came out of a mass grave, the body will be carried back to the mass grave. ”

The demon boy replied lightly.

"What do you think?"

Don Juan turned his head and asked the old storyteller.

"This saint created a mass grave. ”

The storyteller stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This mass grave, I have heard it a few times when I go south and north, whether it is life or death, it is indeed true."

The old man continued to stroke his beard, and said as he recalled: "But on this mass grave, it is said that there are no living people, only dead people, or only people who have died once, can enter the mass grave.

......

Don Juan listened to the old man's words, and he asked with some tears and laughter: "And then?"

The old man also knew that what he said was a little strange, and he also opened his mouth to explain: "It is said that in this mass grave, there is a magic technique that brings people back to life, and you seem to be dead, but the next day, this person will immediately jump in front of you."

Don Juan listened to the old man's words, and he looked at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, and his face showed a bit of thought.

The demon boy on the side didn't believe these nonsense, and said: "According to your words, uncle, the person who falls in front of us now will be able to appear in front of us alive the next day?"

The old storyteller shook his head and said, "I'm just hearsay. ”

"After all, the old man is just a storyteller. ”

Listening to the old man's words, Don Juan smiled and said, "People are talking about Wujisheng, and we are the only ones talking about this dead crazy laughing life, which is a little out of place." ”

Listening to Don Juan's words, both the demon boy and the old man smiled.

"I came too late and seemed to have missed a good show. ”

The demon boy said helplessly.

"No, is this Wuji Sheng really the apprentice of the Sword Heavenly Son?"

"I've never heard that the Sword Heavenly Son has an apprentice. ”

The demon boy said with some doubts.

The words of the demon prince made Don Juan and the old man silent.

Tang Juan looked at the old man, and then asked, "The old man went south and north, and he must have heard a lot about the Sword Prince. ”

The old storyteller nodded and said, "Say too much, say a lot less." ”

"But. ”

The storyteller's voice changed, and he continued: "Although Jian Tianzi is famous, what people love to hear the most is his discussion with the saint of Wudang to become holy. ”

"No one wants to hear the story of fighting people. ”

The demon boy asked suspiciously, "Why is this?"

The storyteller said: "There are not many stories about the Sword Son himself, although the story of fighting with people is rare, although the old man knows a few, but the ending of the story is too similar, and the old man himself feels bored, how can he tell it?"

"The story is monotonous, will the story of the Sword Son be boring?"

The demon boy asked with a puzzled face.

"Because no matter who it is, the Sword Heavenly Son only has one sword. ”

Tang Juan looked at the demon boy, his face was solemn, but his eyes were as hot as fire.

Or rather, no one could catch his sword. ”

After Tang Juan finished speaking, the demon prince was silent.

The old man nodded silently and agreed with Don Juan's words.

The girl in the green dress looked down at the ground, and didn't seem to hear Don Juan's words.

The Finger King looked into the distance, as if remembering something.

The demon boy didn't speak, she looked at Don Juan, and her beautiful face was a little more annoyed.

Tang Juan also happened to look at the demon boy, he smiled, and there seemed to be a little more smug in his smile.

"What about the saint of Wudang? he didn't take the sword of the Son of Heaven?"

The demon boy didn't seem to be able to stand Don Juan's smile, and couldn't help but retort.

"How do I know this, how many years ago was this. ”

Don Juan shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"Moreover, the saint of Wudang has never been out of the mountain so far, who knows what happened that day?"

Don Juan added.

"When this kind of thing is heard by the people of Wudang, you are afraid that you will get into trouble. ”

The demon boy said.

Tang Juan smiled strangely, and then said, "I'm afraid that few people in Wudang have seen that saint." ”

Listening to Tang Juan's words, the storyteller seemed to remember something, and then said: "I think of a person, he seems to have fought with the Sword Heavenly Son. ”

"Who?"

The demon boy hurriedly asked.

"A young man with a knife, who seems to be a person from the hidden dragon of the imperial city, seems to be the great lord, but it doesn't seem to be. ”

The old man said as if reminiscing.

"It seems like it was three years ago, on a rainy day in the Imperial City.

"Because the ban on knives was abolished in the early years, there are relatively few people who use knives"

Hearing this, Don Juan turned his head to look at the old man, and found that the old man was also looking at him, Don Juan smiled and said, "I don't know if he still has a life." ”

Listening to Don Juan's words, the old man also responded with a smile: "Maybe he won the Sword Heavenly Son." ”

"Huh. ”

Don Juan smiled, as if he didn't take the old man's words to heart.

The demon boy noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

At that moment, the demon boy spoke: "There is still a way to go from the Sword Casting Villa, let's hurry up." ”

Don Juan smiled and nodded, and walked over to the old storyteller.

"Uncle, can you tell me more about that story? ”

Don Juan regained his old expression and asked with a smile.

The old storyteller nodded and said, "This is also my hearsay." ”

"It's not like my husband made it up again. ”

Don Juan said with a smile.

Listening to Don Juan's words, the storyteller also smiled.

"I can't remember the details, it's still a long way, let's have fun. ”

The demon boy also walked up to Don Juan, and it was obvious that she was also very interested in Fang Cai's story.

The King of Finger Hearts and the girl in the green dress walked side by side in the back, both of them without saying a word, and they were also waiting for the old man to speak.

The old storyteller, recalled, and opened his mouth in the way of storytelling: "I remember the time of this story, it was a rainy day three years ago..."

The old man's voice was vicissitudes, and soon the demon boy was fascinated by it.

Don Juan listened silently, his eyes sinking into memories.