A sword qi runs through the sea of clouds, and there is a charm that spans thousands of years and lasts for a long time, as if it is like a divine bridge across the sky, wanting to reach the other side. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Qingguan walked to the stele and saw that there was only a peculiar mark on it, twisting and turning, like a vine going straight into the sky, and like a big dragon with teeth and claws.

"A vine?" Ye Qingguan frowned slightly, not knowing what this vine meant.

Suddenly, he noticed a few lines of small writing under the stele.

"With my affection, I will transform your evergreen soul!"

The charm of these two lines of poetry is exactly the same as that of vines, and it seems that they are from the same person, but immediately after, Ye Qingguan noticed two other sentences.

"The long night is silent, the way of the sword is surging, who can live forever in heaven and earth, and Weier Muzi is evergreen!"

These words are completely different from the charm of Fang Cai's two sentences, obviously from the hand of another person, as if to remember the owner of this stone tablet.

"Muzi Changqing?" Ye Qingguan muttered to himself, "Could it be called Li Changqing?"

"Who is he?Could it be that he has also been in charge of the ancient sword, but he doesn't know how many generations of sword masters it is?" Ye Qingguan was curious.

When he was in Changbai Mountain, he met the twelfth generation sword master of the ancient sword and obtained the Nine Dragons Sword Technique, which was so powerful that it was almost tailor-made for him.

It's just that the head of the Fang Cun Dao also said that this sword is very ominous, and the sword masters who have obtained it in the past generations do not seem to have a good end, and the thirteenth uncle is the same, he has been raising the sword for ten years, exhausted his internal strength and vitality, and he is not fifty years old and sleeps in the East Corner Mountain.

"With my affection, I will turn you into an evergreen soul. What do these two sentences mean?" Ye Qingguan frowned and was puzzled, gently stroking the imprint on the stone tablet, and could only feel a charm that was evergreen and endless.

This reminded him of the legendary evergreen ivy, which grows between heaven and earth, and has been verdant for countless years, never withered or decayed, representing the meaning of eternal life.

"Immortal?" Ye Qingguan said softly, immortality has always only existed in legends, even for a character like the Sword Immortal Saint, he only has a lifespan of two or three hundred years at most.

However, the legend of the world, beyond the heavens, there is a magical world, gods and men are immortal, immortals are not old, it is said that the sword ancestor Lu Chunyang has opened the immortal gate three times, but he didn't go in, I don't know if it's true or not?

Ye Qingguan untied the ancient sword and pasted it on the stone tablet, and the evergreen vine on the stone tablet seemed to come to life, like a vine climbing, and like a big dragon leaping, bursting out like a flood of qi.

Ye Qingguan closed his eyes and carefully sensed the aura, there was no sword technique manifestation, just a vine, but it made him fall into a state of enlightenment and began to comprehend the inheritance.

The ancient sword is ruthless, many killings, among the sword soul, there are sometimes unjust souls sighing, under the sword blade, there are dry bones like mountains, blood into rivers, if there is love in the sky, the sky is old, and the sword is rotten if there is love.

In a trance, Ye Qingguan saw a compassionate man, stroking the ancient sword in his hand, showing compassion on his face.

After the age of thirty, he walked the world with an ancient sword on his back, never used a sword to kill, never used a sword to save people, just walked among all living beings, helped people collect firewood, worked as a private school teacher, when walking on the path, he would pick up gravel to pave the potholes, and when crossing the river, he would also help the boatman catch a few fish.

Some people laugh at him for being stupid, some people laugh at him for being stupid, but he has no regrets, he tastes the seven feelings in the world, and there is a long affection brewing in his heart.

After the age of seventy, he was so old that he could no longer walk, and after forty years of doing good deeds and accumulating forty years of merit, he was called the Evergreen Venerable by the people, and he was enshrined in the temple, and almost stepped into Shinto.

Then, with forty years of long-term love, he dissolved the anger in the sword, and said softly: "May you be immortal and eternal." ”

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This is Li Changqing's life, a somewhat stupid and stupid swordsman, although he is in charge of a famous sword, he does not appear in the world, and after the age of seventy, he is known to everyone.

Whoever in the world can do good deeds for forty years without killing a single person, this is already the mind of a saint!

The ancient sword roared, making a whimpering and sad sound, he was a good person, a real good person, and with his long affection, he raised an immortal ancient sword soul.

The sword was once merciless, but now it is merciful.

"Evergreen...... ...... long-term affection" Ye Qingguan muttered to himself, a little incomprehensible to Li Changqing's actions, what did he go through to make such a ridiculous decision?

There is no doubt that when the ancient sword was in his hands, it underwent a radical change, and it was no longer the sword that was regarded as taboo by the world and no one dared to mention it.

After a long time, Ye Qingguan sighed and stood up.

I didn't get the gentleman's sword here, but it was a hundred times better than the gentleman's sword, a saint's mind, how many people in the world have it?

The benevolent man is invincible, he is the real benevolent, even if he doesn't make a move, he is already invincible in the world.

After bowing respectfully to the stone tablet, Ye Qingguan picked up the ancient sword and walked out of the cave.

When he came out, he couldn't see the old man, he didn't know where he went, Ye Qingguan didn't care, he returned to the room alone, and then sat there and was silent for a long time.

Since he practiced swords, he has always believed that swords exist for killing, from the trembling and fear when he first killed people, to now, he has no psychological burden to kill people, although he has not killed innocent people in vain, but after all, his hands are stained with a lot of blood.

Uncle Thirteen once said that he used to think that swords existed for killing, but after meeting a woman, his beliefs changed.

Uncle Thirteen said: The sword exists for protection.

That woman was his mother, and the thirteenth uncle called her Miss, the widow of the royal family of the Divine Dynasty.

Today, he saw another scene, a person who repented because of the killing, abandoned the sword for forty years, did good deeds for forty years, and made the ancient sword also affectionate with his own affection.

He began to be confused, what exactly is the sword for, and what is the swordsman for?

He had a stubborn disease, and if he hadn't recuperated on the East Corner Mountain, and he had no sword to recuperate, he would not live to be six or seven years old, so his greatest wish was to live.

Then, he embarked on a journey, wanting to visit those seven places, to cure his stubborn disease, to meet his mother, to meet his father, and to meet the woman who called him the little bamboo pole, so that he would have no regrets in his life.

But he carries the forbidden sword on his back, carries the blood of a god, and has the secret of immortality that countless people yearn for, and the whole world lies in him as an enemy, what else can he do except kill?

Hoping that others will let go of greed and put down the sword in their hands?

This is obviously impossible!

"Sword, what is it for?" Ye Qingguan began to really think about this question.

It's not that Kenshin is shaken, but it's thinking about a very fundamental question.

Since the appearance of the sword, it has been regarded as the king of weapons, and the swordsmen in those fresh clothes and angry horses on the rivers and lakes, whistling back and forth, have also become the envy of countless people, but why did the sword appear?

Ye Qingguan believes that I am afraid that most people have not thought about this problem, and he only started to face it today.