Thousands of miles to come here, but hit a void, Xiao Shu was not entangled, turned around and went to the saddle to find the old man of Sword Mountain, the heavy snow kept falling, there was no end, the snow on the official road was three feet deep, and there were only two or three snowsweepers along the way to no avail.

After inquiring all the way, it took Mo Yo ten days before Xiao Shu came to the so-called Sword Mountain, towering into the clouds, standing thousands of walls, it is really like a sword pointing straight at the vast sky, surrounded by peaks, only it stands, stands tall and tall, and is in it, like a silent, full of spiritual charm of the world.

The mountain wind is unstoppable, the ancient pines are singing shallowly, under the heavy snow, white as crystal, white as clouds, walking around the sword mountain for a whole circle, deserted, can anyone really live here?

Xiao Shu wondered in his heart, whether he had found the wrong place or the swordsmith had already left, just when he turned around to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of the sword, and someone sang.

"A sigh, the frost falls and the leaves fall, the old people are strangers to the end of the world, and the flowers bloom and Xie is blurred. Two sighs, the snow covers the lonely pine, the mirror flowers and the moon become empty, looking back on the hundred years of payment and singing. Three sighs, a life is short, half a night red dust dreams, I don't know the people under the umbrella back then. ”

The old man's voice echoed in the mountains, Xiao Shu followed the sound and looked, the song actually came from the top of the Sword Mountain, and he didn't look closely, only to realize at this moment that the Sword Mountain was densely covered with all kinds of swords.

"Is the predecessor the sword elder?" Xiao Shu asked in a deep voice, relying on the inner yuan, the voice did not disperse for a long time, like the ringing of a bell, deafening, reaching the top of the mountain, shaking the green pines on the mountain and falling one after another.

But the old man didn't answer, and still played and sang by himself, only to hear his voice disappear.

Xiao Shu put away the red umbrella, put it on his back, and relied on the sword inserted in the mountain, one vertical and three zhang, but even so, it took a quarter of an hour to reach the top of the mountain, and the top of the mountain was a round land the size of two zhang, as smooth as an axe and a knife, and an old man with a bright head sat cross-legged, playing the sword and singing.

"Is the predecessor the sword elder?" Xiao Shu asked respectfully.

The singing stopped abruptly, the old man put his hands on the sword, closed his eyes and said, "Is Zihan also gone?"

"Seniors know Sword Monarch?" Xiao Shu asked out loud.

"When I gave him and Qingwu a sword, it was only a weak crown year, and when he called the sword king, I had already lived in seclusion in the mountains and didn't care about the world. The old man smiled, and there was a touch of sadness in his smile.

"The swords are in pairs, but the beauty has a thin life, even if he slaughters the Demon Sect, it will be difficult to save his soul. The old man stroked the long sword in his hand, there were a little snowflakes on the cyan sword, and the red umbrella on Xiao Shu's back seemed to feel something, trembling slightly.

Xiao Shu listened silently, the red leaves on his back echoed with the cyan long sword in the old man's hand, and without waiting for a reaction, the red leaves actually came out of the sheath on their own, and the old man threw the sword in his hand and said, "I have a heart for the world, but I lose a lot of affection, the three-foot Qingfeng is still the same, and I will never see the old man again." ”

Two swords, one red and one green, are like dragons, shuttling through the mountains, chasing and chasing.

In a trance, the white head is green silk, the beauty style is vaguely in front of you, and then you come back to your senses, a sword roar, resounding through the vast world, only to increase loneliness.

The blue and red swords finally fell, standing in front of the old man, this was their last farewell.

The old man handed the red leaves back to Xiao Shu, and slapped his backhand on the hilt of the cyan long sword, and the rock-solid sword mountain couldn't stop the sharp blade, and it was instantly submerged in it, leaving only half an inch of the hilt exposed.

"Why is the predecessor like this, how can the sword be innocent?" Xiao Shu asked.

"Qingwu is dead, Zihan is leaving, there is no more acquaintance in this life, and it is not what I want to hide the sword, but what can I do. The old man laughed, but it was indescribable pathos.

Xiao Shu didn't know what to say, so he silently put the red leaves into the umbrella, but the old man opened his mouth first, "Say, what are you doing here, didn't Zihan, the old ghost, let you come to report the funeral?"

"The junior Xiao Shu wants to ask the senior to cast a sword. Xiao Shu thought about it and still said what he meant.

"Don't you already have red leaves, why do you need his sword?"

"Don't hide it, the junior ruined someone else's sword...... I want to compensate her. Xiao Shu touched the tip of his nose and said with some embarrassment.

"Haha, your little doll is really interesting, then I will tell you, the old man has not forged swords for several years, you might as well pick one at random on this sword mountain." The old man smiled dumbly.

"This ......" Xiao Shu hesitated a little, most of the swords on the Sword Mountain were defective, although they were much better than ordinary swords, but it was indeed a little inappropriate to use them to compensate people.

"Are you Zihan's disciple? No, the sword intent on your body is completely different from him, although Zihan is lonely, but his sword is so vast and empty, why did he leave the red leaves to you?" said the old man with a frown.

"The younger generation doesn't know. Xiao Shu replied truthfully.

The old man's eyes were cold, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Xiao Shu's shoulder, the color in Xiao Shu's eyes was suddenly swept away, turning into the purest hollow, and the killing intent burst out like a cold wind, this is the most instinctive reaction in the realm of selflessness, the sudden threat, let him sink into the realm in an instant, with the fastest reaction, one step back, pulled out the red leaves and pointed directly at the old man.

Seeing this, the old man slowly withdrew his hand, he knew that if he had any threatening moves, it would inevitably cause the young man in front of him to fight back, and he would not have any scruples, even if it was the closest person, it was the same in front of him.

"Why do young people suffer like this, selflessness is the most sad. The old man sighed.

Xiao Shu put the sword back and said indifferently, "The juniors have their own plans, and the seniors don't need to say much." ”

Indifferent feelings, vague memories, Xiao Shu wanted to try to recall, he tried his best to imitate his former self, like a person who was about to sink into the water, holding the last straw in his hand, knowing that he couldn't go ashore, but he still didn't want to give up.

The old man looked at Xiao Shu's expression and sighed in his heart, "Zihan, Zihan, do you think that the sword intent you left in the red leaves will make him turn back?"

"Well, come with me. The old man got up and jumped down, Xiao Shu followed, until halfway up the mountain, Xiao Shu found that in the north of Sword Mountain, a grotto was hidden under the pines and cypresses, no wonder he couldn't find it just now, it was all blocked by snow.

The old man took out a black box of black iron and said, "This sword is called Yan Shan, and it was my last cast, and it was originally a thought, but now it is not necessary." ”

Xiao Shu was just about to take the sword box, but the old man received it with his hand, "The old man has a fate to give the sword, but you have nothing to do with this sword, so the old man has a request." ”

"Senior, please speak. ”

"I want you to find someone. The old man said indifferently.

"Who?" Xiao Shu asked in a deep voice.

"Linzhou laughing swordsman, when Zihan was kind and let him go, the old man was not so kind. The old man said fiercely, he still doesn't understand why Yu Zihan let him go.

"What grievances does he have with his predecessors?" Xiao Shu only felt that this name was a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he remembered that he was not one of the masters who was close to the realm of heaven and man that Fang Jin said.

"You don't have to ask, the grievances of the previous generation, I hate that I haven't been able to find him all these years, and he is already dying. The old man sighed.

"Did the senior want me to kill him?, a master of the near-heaven realm?" Xiao Shu felt that this request was a bit excessive, was it necessary for him to fight to the death with such a master for a sword?

"The term Heavenly Human Realm? is novel, you mean Heavenly Xuan Realm, could it be that you don't need to kill him, you can just give this thing to him. The old man took out an old wooden comb from under his pillow and handed it to Xiao Shu.

"Okay, but I can't guarantee that I can find him, the senior just gave me the sword like this, so I am not afraid that the junior will delay it again and again?" Xiao Shu took the wooden comb and the sword box, and then realized that the sword box was so heavy, I am afraid that it weighs a hundred catties.

"He avoids me, avoids Zihan, but he won't avoid you, you hold this umbrella, you don't need to look for him, he will come to find you. The old man looked at the snowfall outside the grotto, and this life was like a dream, and in the end he was alone.

"I know that you are seeking to break through the heavens, this realm can be achieved without cheats and martial arts, you need to recognize your heart, you can break through the obsession, there is a possibility of breakthrough, how many geniuses in ancient and modern times, it is difficult for the white head to become a celestial, and the same was true of Zihan back then. The old man said.

"But the Sword Monarch seniors finally took that step. Xiao Shu recalled in his mind that day, the sword aura in the thunder sea was soaring, but just as the Taoist said, it is difficult for mortals to ascend to the sky, and the sword monarch does not know whether to turn into ashes or ascend to immortal in one step.

"What about ascending to the immortals, and what about dying? But when I dreamed, I had already woken up. The old man sighed, to say that he really didn't care about Zihan was a lie, he was powerless, since Qingwu passed away, he was already like ashes.

In this world, some people love the country, some people love the red face, and some people yearn for the way to ascend to the immortals, which is not right or wrong, but idealistic.

Xiao Shu left the Sword Mountain, looking back, the wind and snow are vast, there is a sword buried here, and there is a swordsman's heart, no one will play the sword to sing again, only a dying old man is left to wake up from the rivers and lakes.