Although it is now close to summer, the weather is still a little cool, but the old man is only wearing thin clothes, holding a broom to sweep the fallen leaves intentionally or unintentionally, which makes people look very uncomfortable.

After Ling Jiang pulled Ya'er away from the cliff for a few feet, Ya'er's uncomfortable expression improved a lot.

The young man stepped forward and said, "Dare to ask this old man, what is the falling sword you are talking about?"

The old man didn't look up, and said while sweeping the fallen leaves, "It's the mountain cliff you just wanted to approach, these days, every day, there are two or three tired foreigners who want to go inside, and the powerful sword intent like Luo Jianya can they withstand it?" Although I'm just an old man sweeping the floor here, isn't it actually to remind you not to get close to Luo Jianya?"

"Falling Sword?" Ling Jiang looked back at the cliff that left a long seven sword marks, "Falling Sword Fall......"

Each sword mark on the falling sword is very different, but it can be seen that there are seven sword marks that appear one after another.

"Old man, why are there seven sword marks on the fallen sword path?" Ling Jiang asked curiously.

"What, are you interested in this thing?" the old man looked up at Ling Jiang with a broom in both hands, his face was very old, his face was full of wrinkles, and he said with a slight smile.

Ling Jiang nodded and said, "The junior is just a little curious, since Luo Jianya is so dangerous, why do you want him to be placed in the middle of this road?"

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but smile sarcastically, "Because this fallen sword is a big deal left by seven powerful monks ten years ago before they died, so easy to say and take away?"

"Seven powerful cultivators?" Ling Jiang exclaimed, "No wonder there are seven sword marks. ”

"This is all the old Huang calendar of Chang'an City, if you didn't mention it, the old man, I wouldn't bother to think about it. The old man sighed, "I remember that ten years ago, the old man was the same as you, a hairy boy who just came to Chang'an and wanted to make a move, he didn't know anything, he plunged into Chang'an, and happened to pass by this falling sword on the same day, and seven flying swords fell straight down, and the movement almost didn't bury me alive." ”

The old man paused, and then said, "This falling sword is the scene left by the seven flying swords falling from the sky, which is also called by the world, the seven swords falling in Chang'an." ”

"Seven swords fall to Chang'an?" Ling Jiang and Ya'er said in unison.

When Ya'er heard this, she hurriedly took Ling Jiang's hand, and said excitedly, "Childe, it turns out that what is said in the book is true. ”

She had already seen the so-called Seven Swords falling into Chang'an in the book, and she didn't believe it at first, how could anyone be able to drop the sword in Chang'an City? That's Chang'an!

Now I know that this Chang'an refers not to Chang'an City.

"Old man, did you just say that those seven powerful monks died in the end?" Ling Jiang's heart was shocked, and he was eager to know the story that happened ten years ago.

"Dead, of course. The old man said, "These seven flying swords all contain their lifelong cultivation, which can be said to be sacrificed here by this nature, and they will die together with these seven flying swords, otherwise why do you think this falling sword will have such a powerful sword intent? ”

Ling Jiang couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when he heard the old man's calm words.

He looked back at the fallen sword in front of him, and under the majesty and magnificence, there was an inexplicable sadness.

"Those seven monks must be pitiful...... Ya'er echoed softly.

"Pity?" the old man sneered when he heard this, "They have violated the Holy Scales, which is a capital crime. Death is death, you have to make such a big mess in Chang'an, do you know how many innocent people died under those seven flying swords? The seven swords fell in Chang'an, which is called the true character of a man, but to say it ugly, it is a demon who slaughters the world. ”

"The ...... who slaughtered the world Demons?"

At first glance, there seems to be a shallow evil aura around the sword, which is daunting.

"Why did they shoot down the flying sword here?" Ling Jiang asked in a low voice.

"Who knows. The old man shook his head and said, "Maybe it's because you're full, or maybe it's ...... There's something hidden in the secret. Ten years later, everything will eventually become loess, and even if this fallen sword is left, it is just a shallow notch in the long and more ancient years. How many people still remember what happened back then, and how many people don't talk about it?"

Ling Jiang didn't know why, this old man seemed to be very sarcastic, even uncut, but his words revealed an extraordinary feeling, Ling Jiang always felt that he was hiding some secret in his heart.

"Let's go, let's go, there's nothing to see in this falling sword. The old man simply picked up his broom, turned and left, and said, "If you don't hurry into the city, you will have to wait in line until the evening to get in." ”

Ya'er watched the old man leave, only to find that his son-in-law was still staring blankly at the fallen sword in the distance.

The leaves are scattered, the grass is green, and the silence is incomparable.

It seems that even the sky is mourning for this fallen sword, and the sun does not know when it has escaped into the clouds, and the sky is dim.

"Childe, aren't we leaving?" Ya'er asked softly as she stood beside Ling Jiang.

Ling Jiang stared at this falling sword for a long time, and then exhaled a long breath.

The vicissitudes of time, the end of the song is scattered.

"Let's go. He took Ya'er's hand and turned and walked a few steps.

Whew!

Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly blew behind the two of them, and the fallen leaves on the ground swept up the nine heavens, and the wind blew the treetops, making a rustling sound.

Ling Jiang wanted to look back, but the eye of the wind was too violent, and it was difficult for him to open his eyes.

But I found that the withered yellow leaves that were swept up to the sky at this moment vaguely converged into the shape of seven swords, as if someone had deliberately done it.

Whoosh ......

One after another fallen leaf sword shadows shot down, scattered everywhere on the ground, Ling Jiang and Ya'er's hair, the corners of their clothes left fallen leaves everywhere, like a heavy snow in the sky, although there was no white bleakness, but also left a trace of solemn sorrow.

It seems that this gale swept away the leaves, and it was born to mourn the seven souls under the fallen sword. The old man is right, ten years have passed, how many people still remember such a remarkable deed that happened in Chang'an?

Or, only when they see things and think about people, some people can't help but sigh in their hearts: "Oh, it's been ten years." ”

Ten years is enough time to dilute a lot of things.

Ten years is enough time for many people of the generation who should have aged to withdraw from this stormy river and lake and become history forever.

Ten years have passed, and there have been too many changes in the world.

The wind cleared, and the place was calm again.

The ground that the old man had just swept before was once again carpeted with dead leaves.

"Ya'er......" Ling Jiang said softly.

Ya'er opened her eyes and asked suspiciously, "Childe, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you hear anything?" Ling Jiang asked suspiciously.

"Voice?" Ya'er was stunned and shook her head, "No, Ya'er didn't hear anything." ”

"That's it......" Ling Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, "That's fine, let's go." ”

The boy stepped onto the leaf-covered road and couldn't help frowning.

He really heard it, a cry, and it was a bit like a song, this sound came from Luo Jianya, and he heard it very clearly!

Walking two or three miles along the mountain road, a black and oppressive city wall stood in front of the two of them, leaving traces of time on the city wall, still standing and announcing its grandeur to the world!

Under the city pass in the distance, there was a long queue of people entering the city, no wonder the old man asked Ling Jiang to come over early, there were really a lot of people queuing up to enter the city every day, looking at this, I am afraid that I really have to wait until the evening to enter the city......

"Ya'er, we're here. Ling Jiang chuckled softly.

Looking at Chang'an, his nervous mood finally calmed down. It's just that he doesn't know, here, will there really be the answer he wants?

This is the first city in the world, Chang'an!

Stop and go all the way, and now half a year has passed.

"Chang'an, I'm here. ”

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The Seven Swords fell to Chang'an, which was the initial starting point of this book. This is where this book was conceived.