"It's finally almost here!"

Liangchen looked at the pavilions and pavilions that seemed to be outside the world, and his spirit was lifted.

With a flick of one hand, several thin swords spiraled out, flying and twisting in front of them, instantly cutting down the miscellaneous trees and thorns that blocked the way.

After a cup of tea.

Liangchen stood in front of a row of small buildings.

"This is the Sunset Sword Master's Cave?"

Liangchen looked around, a pair of white jade chessboards on the stone table of the triangular pavilion, and a pair of endgames were placed, I don't know what year and month it was left, and I don't know who played it with whom. Hundreds of years later, the chess pieces are already covered with dust, as if they are footprints left by time.

The steps of the courtyard are covered with moss, and occasionally small yellow and white flowers emerge from the cracks in the stones, like a carpet of flowers and plants.

There are large pieces of white jade railings around the attic, a half-moon pool in the field, the spring water in the pool is clear, the aura is dense, the dead leaves and twigs float left and right, take a closer look at the spring water in the pool is still gushing out, I don't know whether it is the mountain stream gathering, or the bottom of the pool is connected to the underground spring.

The night seemed to be a little tired, and then felt the aura of this spring water, and immediately happily rushed to the edge of the pool to hold water and sprinkle noodles, and then buried his head in a big gulp of drink.

The rainbow flapped its wings and flew to a towering ancient tree next to it, and there were a few chirped kingfishers on the tree.

Such a clean cave house makes people feel like home, and they feel quiet, and they just want to find a stone chair to lie down.

"I finally have my own cultivation mansion!" The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, his heart was already full of joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't close for a long time.

Thinking about it, I walked to the attic, and saw two words written on the attic: Guangda.

With a slight push, a sharp gaze mixed with a vast sword intent rushed towards him, and Liangchen almost suffocated, and suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe.

He was startled, his whole body flashed with light, his body jumped back rapidly, and he had retreated outside the house in an instant, and with a wave of one hand, several swords flew in front of him to resist.

When I looked at it, I found that the room was empty, and a dark yellow ancient painting hung on the wall in front of me.

In the painting, a long-bearded old man holds a shining sword in the form of opening a mountain, and the mountains and rivers in front of him are divided into two. And the sword intent was still not exhausted, and it actually sprayed out through the back of the paper!

A few words were written on the corner of the painting: Sword points Zhongzhou map!

"It turned out to be just a painting!"

Liangchen couldn't help but feel a little ashamed because he was shocked by a painting.

"Could this be the Master of the Four Sword Saints, the Sword Ancestor?!" Liang Chen looked at a few small words, and suddenly thought of the legend that the Angry Sky Sword Saint had said about his master before.

Liangchen stepped into the room again, and saw that the sword intent was pervasive, and the eyes of the person in the painting were restrained and restrained, like a living person, which made people dare not look directly.

"Master's master is also my master!" Liangchen thought in his heart, then bowed respectfully, and shouted softly:

"Disciple Ye Liangchen visits the master!"

With this worship, I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or if the person in the painting has a feeling, the boundless sword intent seems to have faded a little.

Walking through the court, there is a study on the east side, and there is a large empty piece of wooden shelves in it, I don't know if it was taken away by the master when he left, or if it was taken away later.

Liangchen flipped through briefly, and then walked to the other side.

The door was opened, and a strong smell of wine came to my nose.

All kinds of bottles and cans are piled up in half of the room, but most of them are bottles and jars that have been drunk. Only some of the jars still had some turquoise liquor left.

"Wineroom?"

"No wonder Master was so kind to him back then, it turns out that he is really a lover of wine!"

"If you let him know that the first tank was used by himself, I don't know if it will be interrupted and retreated!" Liangchen thought of the scene that day, and suddenly a smile floated.

After a while, I found that there was no rest in the clean room, which couldn't help but be a little strange.

I suddenly remembered that my senior brother had said that the master's cultivation cave was behind the cliff.

How do you walk behind the cliff? Do you still have to go around?

He pondered, walking around the courtyard, but he couldn't see the ancient road that went around the back mountain.

Surrounded by towering ancient trees, it doesn't look like there is a road at all.

He went back to the attic again, searched for it, and found a secret door under the portrait. Before, because he was shocked by the sword intent and was in awe, he didn't look closely.

As soon as the secret door was pushed, there was a soft sound, and a few squeaks of the mechanism appeared, revealing a passage.

The passage was pitch black, and with a wave of one hand, a firebird flew to lead the way, and stepped in.

The walls around are all craggy bluestone, which should be made of hewn mountains, and the space is not large, which can accommodate two people to walk.

After walking for about three or four miles, I finally saw a faint bright light in front of me, and there was a faint sound of rushing water.

He quickened his pace and continued on his way, the sound of the water growing louder and louder, and finally almost rumbling into thunder echoing through the passage.

After three more miles, you will see a sudden opening in front of you!

A platform more than a dozen zhang square stretches out of the cliff

, two waterfalls on the left and right sides rushed down from the cliff, like the Milky Way falling into the dust.

Directly in front of it is a monstrous white river, winding and circling in the lofty mountains. In the distance, twilight blurs the sky, like seven-colored brocade hanging in the sky.

Liangchen looked at the water and sky in the distance, the waterfall on the left and right, the cliff at his feet, and the colorful clouds and the sky above his head, and suddenly a sense of pride arose!

"Roar!" Liangchen roared, and the sound echoed in the mountains, and the waves gradually disappeared.

Pacing around, a carved stone chamber on the left side of the platform, two words are outlined with a sword on the top of the stone chamber: Hanhong!

The place is not big, three zhang square, and a stone table and a stone bed are placed.

Other than that, there is nothing.

"The Sunset Sword Saint was here to look at the morning light, watch the starry sky at night, practice for thousands of days, and break thousands of miles with his sword!"

"I also want to be like him, practice to be proud of sword intent, and leave a name for eternity!"

"But if there is one more figure around, it will be here for the rest of the year, and I am willing!"

Liangchen suddenly resurfaced in his mind,

"Meng'er, where are you?

Contemplatively, he sat at the very edge of the cliff, and the waterfalls on both sides splashed on his clothes, spreading little by little, and connecting in the blink of an eye.

Liangchen didn't even cast a spell to resist, and let the mist fill his body.

After a long time, he took out a piece of jade slip, and a wisp of divine thought was immersed in it:

"What is the sword intent? The sword man, the king of a hundred soldiers!

The sword intent is the integration of the spirit, qi and spirit, supplemented by the release of the sword shape.

Essence is the law, qi is the potential, and the god is the thought, with the powerful divine thought as the mainstay, the fusion of momentum, and then supplemented by mana, and cultivation.

Practice to the fullest, meaning can be a sword, the sword is the meaning, Yida is the sword!"

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