Hidden Blade Chapter 59: Floating life 1 dream is finally empty

In the early morning three days later, Qin Keqing sat on a small hill with knees propped on her elbows, her face leaning against her palms, staring blankly at the two figures flying in the sword mausoleum.

I saw Xu Han’s eyes like torches. At that moment, the majestic sword intent of Jianling was affected by Xu Han, and it stabs Mengliang at a tricky angle, and the purple fierce sword in Mengliang’s hand is also there. There was a long cry for a moment, stirring up the yellow sand in the sky, engulfing it like a dragon, and the sword strokes attacked by Xu Han slammed together.

Boom!

A loud noise exploded.

The wind and clouds in the sword mausoleum were stirred, and after ten breaths of sight, the sword intent and the yellow sand disappeared.

Xu Han and Mengliang stood opposite each other and smiled at each other.

"Junior Brother is very kung fu." Mengliang said so after taking the sword back into the sheath.

"Acceptance." Xu Han also smiled, but he was secretly surprised. Although he hardly used any physical power, he saw that his cultivation level was halfway through the fairyland and he was only stronger in terms of strength. The Mengliang of Yanjing is no longer a star, but he has also tried his best to achieve this victory in this competition.

From this point of view, I have to admit that Mengliang's talent in this kendo is indeed several times stronger than Xu Han.

Xu Han thought about this, Meng Liang also felt that he was a little bit unhappy when he was defeated as a senior, so he said again: "come again?"

Xu Han thought about it slightly, and then he had to accept it. The sword intent in the sword mausoleum was full of swordsmanship, and it was originally a resort for practicing kendo. And this martial art is no better than Confucianism and Taoism. After all, working behind closed doors is a multiplication method. Only the actual combatant can promote rapid progress. Although the war is imminent, there is suspicion of temporary embracing, but if you can strengthen it by one point, you will have an extra life. Xu Handuan has no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, he was about to nod, but then an old man suddenly walked from the depths of the sword tomb.

The two hurriedly stopped their movements and turned to look at the old man.

"Old man awake?" Meng Liang said with a smile. Obviously, after Xu Han had a night talk with him three days ago, Meng Liang's heart was relieved a lot.

"Xu Han has met his uncle." Xu Han also said at that time. He has always been like this, and he rarely laughs, especially when facing his elders.

Wang Yangming nodded, responding to the two's greetings, and then glanced at the two of them for a while, saying: "In three days, the army of the dead Chu will arrive, and the battle is coming. You will have a good life. Practice."

Meng Liang slandered after hearing this, can he still make a flower in three days? But his mouth responded with a grin: "That's natural, don't worry, sir!"

"Yeah." Wang Yangming nodded, then looked at Xu Han on the side, and said: "You follow me."

When these words were spoken, Mengliang suddenly became unhappy. He stood up straight and asked: "Master, your bowl of water is going to be leveled. How come it's Xu Han every time, even if it's your turn. I'm a senior brother!"

Wang Yangming, who had already stepped and turned around, stopped when he heard the words. He turned to look at the dissatisfied Mongolian beam, his eyes calm in his muddy eyes.

Probably because silence is better than thunder, Mengliang's momentum is a little weaker, and his voice is much lower: "Then you have to tell me what you are going to do?"

I spoke casually and didn't expect any response. But what is surprising is that after Wang Yangming was silent for a while, he actually said: "Teach him to practice sword."

"Why didn't you teach me then! I have stayed with you in Jianling for more than a year! How can you not remember your old love so much, and forget the old when you have a newcomer!" Mengliang asked with a grieving expression on his face. .

But in the face of such indignant Mengliang, Wang Yangming calmly spit out four words: "Teach students in accordance with their aptitude."

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the depths of Jianling. Upon seeing this, Xu Han shrugged helplessly, and then stretched out his hand to pat Mengliang’s comfortably. Body, this is to keep up with Wang Yangming's pace.

Mengliang stood there for a long time, knowing that Xu Han and Wang Yangming had disappeared from his eyes, and he just woke up like a dream.

"Old man! What do you mean! Are you saying that this young master is unbearable?"

"I am a high disciple from the mountain, come here!"

......

The great ape is a real demon king.

His speed is so fast, naturally not what ordinary people can imagine. From the Southern Wilderness to the junction of Qingzhou and Liangzhou, the great ape only rushed day and night for three days and arrived here.

According to Xu Hancong’s letters from the little monk, Niutou Village is located about thirty miles west of Yanxia City, the junction of Liangzhou and Qingzhou. But the giant ape circled around the city of Yanxia for fifty miles and did not find the so-called Niutou Village.

In desperation, Xiao Nineteen and Zhou Yuan could only jump off the body of the giant ape and let the giant ape turn into a yellow monkey and stand on the shoulders of Nineteen. They wanted to enter the city to ask the specific location of the Niutou Village, but This place is very close to Liangzhou. Zhou Yuan carefully observed it and found that most of the people in this city were bewitched by the holy medicine. In addition, at the age of nineteen, he would be guarded by those cities as candidates for the holy son. The army forcibly abducted, so the two gave up this idea.

They stayed outside the city gate for more than an hour, and finally waited for a farmer who entered the city to sell mountain products. Zhou Yuan saw that his appearance was quite ordinary, and he did not have the gloomy color of those who had taken the holy medicine. , He boldly took the money to buy the mountain products in his hand, and then asked about the whereabouts of the Niutou Village.

"Niutou Village? Haven't heard of this place?" The farmer took the silver tael and looked at the two in confusion.

"Why? You think about it?" Zhou Yuan took out a heavy piece of silver from his arms and looked at the farmer.

The silver gleamed in Zhou Yuan's hands, making the farmer's eyes straight.

There is a way to be rewarded, and there must be a brave husband. The farmer racked his brains for a long time, but suddenly he clapped his hands violently.

"Remember?" Zhou Yuan asked him hurriedly when he saw him.

"There is no Niutou Village, but there is a Niutou Mausoleum thirty miles west of Yanxia City!" The farmer said, in his heart, maybe Niutou Village and Niutou Ling are only one word apart. Too big a difference.

After saying this, the middle-aged farmer looked at Zhou Yuan expectantly, but the corner of his eyes fell on the shimmering silver body. Seeing that, he said he was coveted. Three feet is no exaggeration.

When Zhou Yuan heard this, he could be regarded as regaining his senses at this time. The rush in his eyes turned into anger at that moment, and he stretched out and kicked the farmer fiercely. He cursed: "Little bastard, do you dare to fool your Grandpa Zhou?"

"I wanted to find the village! But you pointed me to the mausoleum, did people go to that place?"

Although the farmer is greedy for money, he doesn't have the mind of that savage. He immediately rubbed his knee that was swollen by Zhou Yuan, and retorted: "The little one didn't mean that. I live outside the city here. For forty years, Fangyuan didn’t say thirty miles. Even in a hundred miles, there has never been a place called Niutou Village. There is only Niutou Mausoleum. That place is indeed sparsely populated. I also suddenly remembered that I went to the mountain a few days ago. When I was collecting medicine, I saw a little monk taking a little girl there, and I just remembered that there is such a place."

Zhou Yuanke has never been a good person. He frowned when he heard this, and he wanted to scold something more. But before he could say this, Xiao Nineteen on the side jumped up and said with excitement. : "It's there, it's there, you take us there."

"Nineteen, we are going to Niutou Village, not some Niutou Mausoleum." Zhou Yuan looked at Nineteen in puzzlement, and whispered.

"Why is the master so stupid! Haven't you heard what Aunt Ziyu said before? Niutou Village was slaughtered, and there were no living people in the village. If buried there, it will naturally become Niutou Mausoleum. Besides, let’s Isn't the person looking for just a little monk and a girl?" Zhou Yuan's lesson of nineteen old-fashioned Hengqiu began. These stories are also the stories Fang Ziyu told Nineteen when he was bored. The little guy's memory is quite good, and he remembers the details clearly.

Zhou Yuan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, but he couldn't pick out the faults in the nineteen words for a while.

"That's right, this is the truth, the little guy is very smart." Zhou Yuan touched Nineteen's head, and said in a doting manner.

Xiao Nineteen has always been known for her poisonous tongue to people, but she was considerate to Zhou Yuan like a little padded jacket. At that time, she smiled sweetly and said: "It's the master who taught me well."

The farmer who stood up on the side listened to the conversation between the two, carefully trying to remind something.

"Now, you have just kicked your compensation with these silver coins. You took us to find the Niutou Mausoleum, and we will give you fifty taels of silver dollars!" But he did not have the opportunity to speak, one The heavy silver was put into his hands by Nineteen.

Feeling the heavy weight of the silver, when the middle-aged farmer came to his lips, he was crushed back.

"Really?" He swallowed and asked expectantly.

Nineteen Hao, who has taken a lot of silver from Xu Han, patted his chest dryly, and said: "Just more and a lot!"

......

In the depths of the Jianling, the sword intent is mighty, endless like a river rushing.

Wang Yangming fluttered in a white robe, stretched out his hand towards Xu Han, who was opposed to him, and smiled: "Could you lend me the sword you just had just now."

Xu Han was taken aback when he heard the words. He also didn't understand what Wang Yangming called him here, but he didn't doubt him. After a few breaths, he called out the monitor from the wooden box behind him. The black long sword that the author gave him was handed to Wang Yangming.

Then Xu Han reminded: "This sword is very magical. It has been worn by Su Mu'an before, but it cannot be pulled out. It has not been seen in the world. After the watcher arrived, I gave this sword to me. It can only be used. But others still can’t use this sword. Even Su Mu’an can’t do anything about it. If the uncle wants to take a look, I can inspire those three thousand..."

Xu Han's words were normal, but suddenly stopped at that time.

I saw Wang Yangming stroking the black sword body and holding the hilt, then his hand was shaken, a sword intent rushed out of his body, so the black sword body made a clear sound. Ming, three thousand golden sword shadows rushed out from the body of the black sword at that time, standing around the black sword like a soldier, motionless. Only the scorching golden light and the mighty sword intent filled the entire Jianling. Xu Han could clearly feel that the long swords buried in the Jianling tomb around at that time began to tremble, like joy and fear. .

"This..." Xu Han stared blankly at Wang Yangming, who was holding a long sword, and then at the golden shadow of the sword in the sky, his heart was beyond horror.

Of course he has enough right to speak about this sword. He once lent this sword to Mr. Wei for a look, but he could not use this sword because of Mr. Wei’s cultivation base. He once said: "There are only two kinds of swords that can use this sword. One is the person who is approved by the watcher, and the other is that the person whose cultivation level exceeds that of the watcher can forcibly break the ban on the sword."

The strength of the monitor is naturally not something Xu Han can measure, but although the Wang Yangming in front of him can be traced back to the same period as Mr. Wei, Xu Han does not think he can match the monitor. As for why he was able to activate this black sword, it is even more a mystery to Xu Han.

At this moment, Wang Yangming didn't seem to realize how earth-shocking he had done. He looked at the golden sword shadow all over the sky with solemn expression, and the light in his eyebrows flickered, as if reminiscing.

He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the golden sword shadows, one after another, each touch would make the sword shadow tremble, as if he was telling something to the old man.

Xu Han had an illusion in a daze—Wang Yangming seemed to be able to talk to these swords.

"Every sword has its own story, just to see if you can understand it." As if to respond to Xu Han's illusion, the old man said suddenly.

"Huh?" Xu Han couldn't help being a little curious: "Has the uncle heard the story of this sword?"

Wang Yangming shook his head, and the hand holding the hilt shook slightly. At that time, the golden sword shadows scattered all over the sky and fell into the sword body of the black divine sword, and the sword intent over the sky was also there. Then he disappeared. He reached out his hand and returned the sword to Xu Han, saying: "This sword has no story..."

This answer was somewhat beyond Xu Han's expectation. He asked: "What do you mean?"

"The sword spirit of this sword is dead." Wang Yangming responded.

"Dead?" Xu Han was also a little surprised when he heard such a thing for the first time, but he quickly recovered from the powerful combat power displayed by this sword. Come, if he has a sword spirit, it must be a spirit body that is difficult for ordinary people to control like a fierce sword. In fact, the process of his use of this sword does not have any intersection with it. Therefore, Wang Yangming's remarks are quite different. As reasonable.

"This should be considered a good thing for you." Wang Yangming said again.

"Why?" Xu Han was puzzled.

"As a sword repairman, if you want to reach the summit, it is not necessary to cultivate a sword spirit, but if there is a sword spirit, the strength of the sword repairer will be more than that. This sword does not have a sword. Spirit, but it is a divine object comparable to the three major fierce swords. If you can build a sword spirit for it, its bursting power may be several times stronger than that of the fierce sword." Wang Yangming explained extremely patiently.

Although Xu Han probably understood Wang Yangming's meaning when he heard the words, his face couldn't help but show a wry smile: "This matter is easy to say, but it is difficult to do it."

When Xu Han left Chang'an to go to Daxia, he thought about cultivating his own true spirit. For many sword repairmen, this is the prototype of sword spirit, but for some reason, it is for most of the same level. Something that wasn't difficult for a monk, but it was several times more difficult for Xu Han than climbing into the fairyland, so far, Xu Han had not cultivated a true spirit.

"I know, that's why I called you here just now because I wanted to borrow the majestic sword intent from the depths of this sword tomb to build this for you." Wang Yangming said calmly.

Xu Han understood what Wang Yangming’s move meant, but he couldn’t help but hesitatingly asked: “The war is coming, and the more power will give more life. Since this sword has this effect in the depths of the mausoleum, why the teacher Uncle won't let the brothers come here together?"

"He is very savvy. He is a good seedling for sword repair. It is good to be nourished by external force, but it is too late. If he can slowly understand, the sword spirit he cultivates will be unparalleled in the world." Wang Yangming said calmly. When he said this, he glanced at Xu Han again: "But you are different. Your kendo talent is mediocre. You can get to this level by adventure and tenacity. If you don’t infuse this majestic sword intent, you will be able to gain internal strength. I'm afraid I won't be able to cultivate a sword spirit even if I cultivate in the fairyland."

"Teach students in accordance with their aptitude, so the stupid ones will naturally teach more."

Wang Yangming made the final conclusion lightly, but Xu Han was stunned. It was a long time since he was the ineffective disciple...

......

The farmer smashed away the half-person tall withered grass in front of him, pointed to the wasteland not far away and said: "This is it."

Nineteen and Zhou Yuan, who followed the farmer through the mountains and rivers for two hours, panted and looked behind through the pile of dead grass. There was a more barren flat land there. Of course, they didn't know whether the barrenness of this place had always been this way, or it was because of the dragon energy being swallowed.

"Here?" Zhou Yuan asked suspiciously, pointing to the withered grass.

"Yes, it's here." The farmer nodded and replied confidently.

"Why are you **** kidding me?" Zhou Yuan was suddenly furious. There was no one to be found in the wasteland, and there were no thatched cottages. I am afraid that no one has come here for decades. It's not like a village. Even if the village was slaughtered a few years ago, it shouldn't look like this. Why should there be a bit of a broken house? Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan became more and more sure that the farmer was intent on seeing the money and deliberately deceived them: "Where is the appearance of someone living here!?"

Faced with Zhou Yuan’s questioning, the farmer was a little aggrieved. He said: "I said that this is Niutouling, it was originally a place where no one lives!"

"How can I say that it was still a village a few years ago, and there is no trace of it, right?" Nineteen frowned and took the conversation.

The farmer was very puzzled by the words of Nineteen, and he surely said again: "What a few years ago, this place has been like this since I was born, and there has never been a person."

"It's possible?" Zhou Yuan obviously didn't believe what the farmer said. He even equated the farmer with the liar in his heart: "Don't you mean you have seen a little monk and a girl come here? Is it? Since they are here, it should naturally be Niutou Village, or did you hear the conversation between me and my disciple and deliberately made up such a set of rhetoric to deceive us?"

The farmer is obviously an honest person~IndoMTL.com~, and such an honest person is probably the most unpunished, so he stomped his feet in a hurry, pointing not far away and saying: "I passed by here a few months ago. Yaoshi really met a monk and a little girl. They were sitting in front of the tomb not far away. The monk kept yelling about something, as if he was sick. The girl kept comforting him. They made a lot of trouble. So when you mentioned the word bull head, I remembered it."

Nineteen saw that the farmer’s face was sincere and did not seem to be false, and the monk and girl seemed to her to be the ghost of Guanglin and Dingdang Liu, so she said: "Where is the tomb, you take us there. Check it out."

......

The three of them once again crossed a not-so-long mountain road. The farmer who was walking in front of him cut away the withered grass piled on the mountain road, and then a mass grave suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. .

"Now, this is Niutou Ling."

"According to legend, when Da Chu destroyed the country, a princess who fled here was besieged by Da Zhou’s army. All the guards she brought died in battle, and she committed suicide by herself. At that time, the bones were piled up on the cliff. A high-ranking monk came here to find someone to bury them...Here, this has been the case since I was born. There has never been a Niutou Village, only Niutou Mausoleum!"

The farmer said so, and his words were so scorching that he obviously didn't seem to be lying.

Nineteen and Zhou Yuan looked at each other with weird eyes, and then looked at the top of the hill full of barren tombs.

Probably because of disrepair for a long time, the tombstones here are mostly damaged, some are only half of them, and some have simply been dumped, only the tombstone in the middle is still intact.

Looking at the nineteenth pole, he barely recognized the handwriting engraved on the tombstone.

The tomb of Princess Jingyuan of Da Chu and his beloved wife Fang Qingqing-the foolish husband Li Dongjunli.