It stands to reason that non-inner disciples of the Sword Sect would definitely not be able to enter the Hidden Sword Pavilion for half a step, but the one-armed veteran in front of him was not only not bound by these rules at all, but even some disciples had extra respect for him.

But Long Haotian couldn't understand that it was such a small sweeping veteran, where was there anything outstanding, and there would be such a high status and treatment!

Although Long Haotian is not the kind of person who judges people by their appearance, no matter who he is exchanged for, when he sees this one-armed veteran for the first time, he will not see him as a hidden master.

So there was no way, Long Haotian could only be very curious, turned his head and asked a senior brother beside him: "Senior brother, what is the origin of that old sweeper, why do I think you seem to have great respect for him?"

Hearing Long Haotian's words, the senior brother who was holding a spiritual skill scroll and reading it carefully on the side also put down the spiritual skill scroll in his hand, and after looking back at Long Haotian, the junior brother, he also explained: "Senior brother, you don't know about this, don't look at that one-armed old Taoist who is missing an arm, but I heard that his arm that day could be broken because of Wanjian Mountain, so all my disciples have extreme respect and even admiration for him." ”

After the senior brother finished speaking, Long Haotian also understood a little in his heart, and he also respected this one-armed old man a little bit in his heart.

Long Haotian then smiled at this senior brother and said, "So that's the case, thank you senior brother!"

Seeing Long Haotian so polite, the senior brother also smiled at him, but soon, the senior brother looked at Long Haotian and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Senior brother, how can I see that you are a little familiar, is it possible, you are that Long Haotian?"

Seeing the sudden appearance of the senior brother, Long Haotian also nodded dumbly.

Seeing Long Haotian admitting, the senior brother's expression also changed from initial surprise to surprise, and said: "I just looked at you from a distance, I didn't expect it to be really Senior Brother Haotian, you know, Senior Brother Haotian, although you haven't been in the beginners for too long, but in terms of popularity, among our senior brothers, I'm afraid there are only sixteenth senior brothers and Zeyu senior brothers, and of course, there are seventeen senior brothers who can compare." ”

But as soon as this senior brother said this, he realized something, and his face became slightly worried, and then he looked at Long Haotian.

I have to say that the moment Senior Brother suddenly mentioned Little Seventeen, Long Haotian's heart was indeed stabbed, and even in his mind, he couldn't help but recall the tragic death of Little Seventeen in Heavenly Sword Valley.

But seeing the senior brother looking at him with a worried face, Long Haotian also tried his best to hide the sadness and pain in his heart, waved his hand and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, I'm fine." ”

Hearing Long Haotian say this, the senior brother sighed, patted Long Haotian lightly on the shoulder, and said earnestly: " But junior brother, you don't have to be too sad, after all, people can't be resurrected after death, Xiao Seventeen is dead, those of us who are senior brothers, no matter which one they are, are very painful, and even can't wait to pick up arms now and run to those extraterritorial evil clans to settle accounts, but we also know how big the gap between the two sides is now, so only if we are alive, one day in the future, can we avenge Xiao Seventeen and comfort his spirit in the sky. ”

After the senior brother's words were finished, Long Haotian nodded very painfully, and forcibly held back the tears from the corners of his eyes, because he knew that the words of the senior brother were right, if even his own body collapsed, then what was there to talk about revenge, and what was there to talk about protecting others.

Talking about this, Long Haotian couldn't calm down anymore, and stayed here to learn the Spirit Array Diagram and the Spirit Power Scroll.

So after a few words of greeting with his senior brother, Long Haotian casually found a reason, sneaked to a corner where no one was, and sat down alone.

He looked at the neatly arranged scrolls and books on the shelves, but no matter which one he picked up, he couldn't calm down, and he always made mistakes.

In desperation, he could only swing them back in order, and finally sat down on the ground.

At this time, Long Haotian, who could no longer control his emotions, finally shed tears of pain.

This was the second time, and the second time he looked at the person closest to him, and it was bloody in front of his eyes.

The first time was in Sandin City, where Yun Jiaoyan sacrificed himself and pushed himself out of the sea of fire.

The second time was Heavenly Sword Valley, Xiao Seventeen ended his young life like this for the sake of his irresponsible brother Haotian.

Long Haotian hated, hated himself for not being able to protect the people around him, hated himself for being incompetent, hated himself for being weak, and hated himself even more, why didn't he die himself, why, he wanted others to die for him.

In this way, in the lonely corner of this Hidden Sword Pavilion, a young man with remorse and pain vented his emotions like this.

I don't know how long it took, just when Long Haotian was still remorseful, an old man's voice suddenly sounded from the side: "What do you look like, what are those eyes, what are the tears, can these tears of yours save the world?

The old man's sudden words, although they were a bit direct, had to say that these words were indeed said in Long Haotian's heart, and even scolded him awake.

So, Long Haotian almost instinctively raised his head and looked towards the source of the voice, but when he really saw the owner of the voice, Long Haotian was surprised, because that person was none other than the one-armed old man he had learned from his senior brother before.

Seeing Long Haotian's gaze at him, the one-armed old man glared at him fiercely, signaling Long Haotian not to make a noise, and then, he also took his broom, slowly moved to Long Haotian's side, and sat down next to him.

Only then did he continue to speak: "Sometimes crying may make you feel a lot more comfortable in your heart, but is it really useful to blindly shed tears? He may be able to reduce the pain in your heart, but it cannot be a reason for you to escape!"

Hearing the philosophical words of the one-armed old man, Long Haotian was stunned, because he knew that although the old man's words were scolding himself, his scolding was indeed reasonable.

Because, don't you want to escape?

Just like when he escaped Yun Jiaoyan's death, now, he wants to use his tears to repeat his old tricks, and then escape the fact of Xiao Seventeen's death.

"Senpai, I..."

Before Long Haotian could say the words in his heart, the one-armed old Taoist directly interrupted him and continued: "Sometimes, we regard these pains and sins as some negative emotions, and we all think that they are unfavorable to us;

Although the one-armed old man's words were very direct, Long Haotian understood, he looked at the one-armed old man, first wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and then adjusted his inner emotions, and then said: " Seniors, thank you, your words, can be regarded as a complete scolding of the younger generation, yes, the younger generation did not want to continue to escape, because the younger generation did not dare to face, did not dare to face the fact that the beloved around him, has died, but from today on, the younger generation will not continue like this, because sometimes, instead of living in the shadow of guilt, it is better to continue to live with these guilt and pain, to face the future. ”

Seeing that Long Haotian had swept away his previous depraved appearance, the one-armed old man nodded with great satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Shuzi can be taught, it seems that you are not a piece of rotten wood, and the disciple of Sword Fifteen is not wrong." ”

Hearing that the one-armed old man actually called his master by his name, Long Haotian couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart, because he originally just thought that the one-armed old man was just respected by their disciples, but now it seems that not only them, but even the current several elders of the Sword Sect, and even the Sect Zheng Sword Fourteen, have to call out their seniors when they see him.

But the one-armed old man seemed to see what Long Haotian was thinking, and he actually said directly: "You don't have to guess what my identity is, in the end, I just have lived a little longer, but if you really talk about status, those masters and uncles of yours are this." ”

As he spoke, the one-armed old man also gave a thumbs up with his only arm.

"However, I heard from Senior Brother that this arm of yours was broken for the sake of the Sword Sect, so in Haotian's eyes, you are a senior, and you deserve my respect. ”

After Long Haotian finished saying this, the one-armed old man just shook his head helplessly, and then said helplessly: "Forget it, you can call me whatever you like, but if you don't want to call me senior one day, just call me a miserable person!"

"Hard-working people?" Hearing these three words, Long Haotian was also very puzzled, so he also continued: "Senior, I don't know what the truth of your three words is a hard-working person?"

But the one-armed old Taoist didn't want to continue to delve into it, just shook his head and said very perfunctorily: "Forget it, it's all in the past, so I won't mention it." ”

Seeing that the one-armed old man didn't want to say more, Long Haotian naturally didn't want to ask any more, so he could only say: "Okay!"

But at this time, the one-armed old Taoist suddenly turned around, and then said with Long Haotian on his back: "Okay, let's talk about it here today, old man, I will continue to sweep the floor, as for you, if you can still calm down, stay here and read the book carefully, if you are really upset, go to your master to chat, after all, he can really speak." ”

The one-armed old Taoist said this, and without waiting for Long Haotian to make any reply, he turned around and left again just like he had just come, changed to the next place, and continued to disturb.

Looking at the one-armed old man leaving, Long Haotian wanted to say something more several times, but every time, he held back what he wanted to say.

In the end, after Long Haotian stayed in the Hidden Sword Pavilion for a while, he finally put the "Miscellaneous Records of the Sword Sect" in his hand back on the shelf.

Subsequently, he also left the Hidden Sword Pavilion alone.

Seeing Long Haotian leaving, the one-armed old man on the side raised his head, he looked at the back of Long Haotian leaving, nodded, showed a satisfied smile again, and then said to himself: "It's really good, the bastard boy of Sword Fifteen also picked up a big bargain, but the bastard boy and the bastard boy, no matter what, this combination makes people feel quite strange." ”

After saying these words, the one-armed old man's gaze suddenly stayed on the several spiritual skill scrolls on the small wooden table on the side, and then he also said softly again: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Zeyu's kid for a long time, and I don't know, how he has been doing recently, after all, no matter what, I picked him up in the first place..."