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The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords is the Lord of Swords.

Three thousand years ago, there was a sword master Li Taibai in Gutang, who fought wine in poetry and picked the stars in his hands, and his comprehension of kendo can be called the ultimate, and he was the master of the sword.

1,700 years ago, in the Chaoyin Cave of Putuo Mountain in the South China Sea, the chief disciple Wu Siyuan Lotus Pond enlightened, comprehended the sword intent of the lotus heart, and achieved the sword master.

Eight hundred years ago, someone in the Shu Dao Sword Pavilion achieved the last sword master, this low-key and mysterious sword master who could almost be ignored, never stepped out of the Shu Kingdom. Until the battle of the three families divided into Shu eight hundred years later, few people really saw his true face.

Xu Qingyun squatted on the threshold in some silence, he raised his head, looked at the leaves above his head with big dark eyes, and said in a somewhat low voice: "The last wish of the Sword Lord back then, I have always kept it in my heart, even more than my life. ”

"I'm glad you think so. The man's voice relaxed slightly.

Xu Qingyun held his chin in his hands and muttered to himself: "But I can't just watch Chiwu die because of this." ”

'Bang'

The sound of striking iron in the west wing paused, and the man roared with a little annoyance: "That stinky snake cultivates the Immortal Sutra, how can it die so easily?"

"It's impossible for the Book of Immortality to be really immortal. ”

Xu Qingyun lowered his head when he spoke, his mood was also a little lost, and he said softly: "Otherwise, Lord Sword Master would not have died back then." ”

"The matter of the Sword Lord is not as simple as you imagined. ”

The voice of the West Wing was a little excited, even after such a long time, there was still unspeakable pain in Lin Zaishan's heart. He roared in a low voice, like a wild beast suppressing its roar, and said, "You have to remember your mission, and don't make such low-level mistakes again without the guarantee of absolute strength." ”

Xu Qingyun thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I have my own ideas. ”

The man in the west wing did not speak, and the air seemed a little depressed, and after a long time, the muffled sound of striking iron finally sounded again.

"The rice is cooked, you can stir-fry it yourself. His voice was a little cold, but still caring.

Xu Qingyun had already eaten a lot, but he still came to the kitchen, he felt that he should find something to do, so that in his uncle's opinion, he would not seem so useless.

Although this kind of thing is still useless in the eyes of my uncle.

Cooking on a fire, the dry firewood left a few days ago was lit in the stove, and Xu Qingyun's clean little face was already covered with a layer of dust.

The rice is already cooked and hung on the table.

Xu Qingyun just beat two eggs, hesitated for a while, and cleaned the tomatoes he picked yesterday.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Holding a wooden shovel in his hand, he looked down at the egg flowers exploding in the iron pot, and suddenly remembered the magnificent picture of Chen Jiuli's sword opening Qishui that day, and couldn't help but think of Chiwu, who had sunk into the leyline, the 'Spring Silkworm' ancient sword in Luo You's hand on Xiaofoshan, and the extremely glorious King of Qinghe.

And my heart became heavier and heavier.

Without absolute power, it means that one's life and death will be in the hands of others like Xiao Foshan.

If you don't have the ability, you can only watch silently like today.

He thought about it a lot, from the Shushan Sword Pavilion back then, to the scene of Xiaofoshan today, until the black smoke floated from the iron pot in front of him, Xu Qingyun hurriedly put the dishes up, looked at the black eggs on the plate, and said a little dazed: "It turns out that it is not easy to live." ”

Being alive is certainly not an easy task.

When the moonlight falls at night, the cool breeze shakes the green willows in the courtyard, and also fades away the hustle and bustle of the day.

Xu Qingyun cleaned up the kitchen and came to the courtyard to enjoy the shade, because he had entrusted Uncle Zheng to guard the city, he bought this quiet and spacious courtyard at a very small price. The three wings are connected to the kitchen, and the two tall banyan trees in the yard are vibrant.

The stone tables and stone benches under the tree were all polished by his uncle Lin Zaishan.

Xu Qingyun held the books of the private school in his hand and began to review his homework under the tree, but what happened in the past few days had already made waves in his heart that had calmed him for seven years, and he couldn't look at it with peace of mind.

He thought about it, suddenly stood up, silently came to the west wing, and said, "Uncle, when can I start cultivating." ”

The sound of striking iron in the west wing continued.

Even though he was already familiar with the habit on weekdays, Xu Qingyun was already upset at this time.

He suddenly pushed open the closed iron door.

A wave of heat is blowing in the face, and the spacious west wing is the core of the entire blacksmith shop. A tall furnace of striking iron, with waves of heat surging on it.

The back of the man on the **** upper body is Xu Qingyun's uncle, Lin Zaishan.

He held a hammer in his hand and kept forging the iron tools in his hand.

"Uncle, I want to cultivate the Book of Immortality. Xu Qingyun plucked up his courage and shouted loudly.

"You're not qualified enough. ”

Lin Zaishan's hammer kept flying, sparks flew everywhere, and he said in a low voice: "You have finished learning the "Three Chapters of Daojia", "Nanhuai Xu Zi Benji" and "Guigu Tunaju?"

"I have learned the first seventy-two volumes of the "Three Chapters of Daojia", and they all talk about the way of battle formations and armor, which has nothing to do with me. "Nanhuai Xu Zi Benji" was originally a travelogue of Nanhuai that Xu Zi, but the whole article is about the customs and customs, and it talks about the basic common sense of some cultivation levels.

"Did you study back then?" Lin Zaishan suddenly turned around, his dark cheeks and his eyes stared at Xu Qingyun.

Xu Qingyun looked at the man in front of him, the ****'s sturdy upper body was covered with rough knife marks, you can imagine what kind of experience it was at the beginning. originally gave people a tall and powerful oppressive momentum, but because of the somewhat rickety figure, it always made people feel ridiculous that they broke their backbones.

He thought about it silently, a little unspeakable.

Lin Zaishan sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said with some mockery: "What you learned back then was not Yuanqi, but relying on the brute strength of your demon clan to achieve the Dao of Shushan Sword Pavilion." But today, the Dao body of the demon clan is no longer there, you can look at your strength again? The Dao of the Shushan Sword Pavilion, instead of using a sword, uses brute force, it was a kind of irony back then!"

Xu Qingyun clutched the ancient book in his hand tightly, and his fingertips turned white.

Lin Zaishan laughed, he smiled very arrogantly, and seemed to be free and easy, and said: "You can live, for the Shushan Sword Pavilion, it is a kind of hope." But for me, it was the irony of the Shushan Sword Pavilion back then, let alone today?"

"I understand this, you all wanted me to die back then, but the Sword Lord let me live. Xu Qingyun raised his head fearlessly and sneered: "This is really a kind of irony for you royal families who are loyal to the King of Shu!"