Hidden Blade Chapter 66: 0 years of enlightenment
The long sword in Wang Yangming's hand was tossing, and flesh and blood flew across the crowd.
He has been killing for a long time.
The sword in his hand was broken, and the blood covered the once-golden blade.
The remaining 40,000 saint sons and the army of saint soldiers, nearly 10,000 died under his sword, the corpses piled up into a hill, and blood overflowed outside the sword mausoleum, advancing like a stream.
"Aman." The Ksitigarbha King squinted at the figure struggling to fight among the purple monsters, and spit out two words.
The brawny man who was nine feet away behind him hesitated when he heard the words. He glanced at the Ksitigarbha King and did not act immediately.
"It's okay, I can't die, go and kill him, he... is tired too." The Ksitigarbha king said softly, and there was a surprisingly complicated respect in his cold tone.
Indeed, a sword spirit can conceal the people of the world and prop up the entire Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb alone, which in itself is a thing worthy of respect.
The man called Aman obviously doesn't have as much thought as a monk. After hearing what he said, a smirk appeared on the face of the brawny man, and he grinned and said: "Okay!"
So he walked up quickly, and every time his feet touched the ground, the ground vibrated once as if it could not bear his power, and his speed immediately increased by one point.
In a blink of an eye, his speed was elevated to the extreme by him.
The Saint Soldier Saint Child who stood in front of him was violently knocked away by him, his body leaped high, and with the mighty power of the mountains, he rushed towards Wang Yangming, who had just cut down the heads of the three Saint Soldiers.
Wang Yangming was shocked, and subconsciously wanted to draw his sword back to defense.
But he was really tired, and the speed of returning to defense was a lot slower than usual, and the master's tricks have always been too far away.
That lingering fist, with the power to break through the mountains and rocks, hit Wang Yangming's chest fiercely.
Boom!
It exploded with a muffled noise.
Wang Yangming's body retreated violently at that time.
At that time, the golden sword began to spread with lines like poisonous snakes.
Severe pain spread throughout Wang Yangming's body. He smelled death. He didn't feel pain. On the contrary, some doubts that had puzzled him for a thousand years were suddenly solved at that moment.
......
A thousand years ago.
Unwilling to reconcile the decline of the king's power, the old king of the Great Lichao led 200,000 remnants to the sword tomb.
They want to get the fierce sword and rebuild the rivers and mountains far away from the dynasty.
One party carries the hatred of the country and the family, and the other party follows the contract made in ancient times. So some things are inevitable...
On that day, the sword vibes outside the Jianling Mausoleum were vertical and horizontal, and the sword light was dazzling like stars.
On that day, 200,000 corpses were covered with the wasteland outside the Jianling Mausoleum, which was vast, like a bone purgatory with no end in sight.
Finally, after Yijian took down the head of the king of the dead, the old man also knelt down on the ground.
A boy phantom suddenly appeared in front of the old man. He looked down at the old man whose vitality was gradually weakening, and asked with a complicated expression: "Are you going to die?"
The old man raised his head and looked at the boy’s eyes that were exactly the same as when he was young, with a difficult smile on his face. He nodded and responded: "Yeah."
The boy frowned and thought for a while, but didn't know how to deal with this kind of separation of life and death, so he could only ask after thinking for a long time: "Then what should I do?"
The old man stood up from the ground with difficulty when he heard the words. The boy sensibly reached out his hand to support the old man. An old man and a pee slowly passed through the wind and sand of the Southern Wilderness and the tears of tears outside the Jianling Mausoleum. Walked into Jianling.
The old man sat down, then stretched out his hand and pointed to Jian Ling and said: "The mausoleum is full of sword intent. You can be nourished by sword intent here. Even without me, you can be well. Alive."
The boy was a little confused. He looked at the long swords lying quietly under the yellow sand in the mausoleum, and asked: "Is it the same as them?"
The old man's brows frowned, he realized something, but in the end he could only say truthfully: "Well, just like them."
After saying this, the old man seemed to be afraid of being asked by the boy again, so he said again: "I have asked two disciples from Lishan and Linglong Pavilion, who are pretty good, and they are probably already here. On the way, you have to teach them well in the future."
"As a sword spirit, you can tell them more about your perception of kendo. It should be helpful to them in the future..."
"I..." The old man's hand suddenly stretched out and gently leaned against the boy's shoulder, and said: "I'm a little tired, I can sleep..."
"From now on, I will trouble you... old man."
That day, the boy sat in Jianling all night, and the old man leaned against him and slept all night. And this sleep, the old man never woke up again.
Thirty-six thousand swords buried in Jianling, which means that there are thirty-six thousand sword spirits in Jianling.
But the 36,000 sword spirits are different from boys.
Yes, he is the one destined to be different.
Wei Changming took his sword and melted the sword to make money, and the copper plate was scattered all over the world. That small copper coin was almost circulating in the world.
It can be a vitality for beggars to survive, it can be a reward given by Longyan Joy, it can be a toy or a bunch of gourds for children's greedy eyes or lips. It can be many things. He has witnessed despair, joy, hope and anger in the world.
His sword endured this, and he felt it too.
So he sees more, thinks more, and feels more than ordinary sword spirits.
So after burying the old man’s body, he walked to the long swords buried in Jianling one by one, he talked to them, and he said his confusion: "What is a human?"
He used to cross the world with old people. When they were young, they wandered far away with swords, took their swords out of their sheaths in case of injustice, and sang and drank when they met fellow men.
The world is so big, although there are thousands of rivers and mountains, they all line up one line at a time.
He likes those days, walking step by step, looking at each place, it seems that there is no trouble in this world, if there is, draw the sword.
But as the days passed, the once high-spirited young man finally landed in the fairyland as he wished. He became stronger, but he also became older. His figure began to buckle, and his temples gave birth to hoarfrost. He no longer takes him across the world, but stays on the mountain all day long, sighing and drinking to ease his sorrows.
To be honest, boys don't like that day.
So he often flew and fell in front of him, handed out himself with an open hand, and said: "Now, let's go to the world for a walk."
The old man shook his head, touched his head and said: "I can't walk."
Then the old man put everything down, and after chatting with the old man who picked him up, he came to Sword Spirit by himself.
Jianling is lonely, but the boy doesn't think there is anything. As long as he is by his side, it is enough for the sword spirit. But the old man didn't feel happy because of it. He often sat alone outside the Jianling, looking north. There are his sects, his homeland, and many people like him.
The boy is very puzzled, why should he stay with Sword Spirit if he is unhappy. He remembers very clearly that when the old man was still a teenager, he once told him that in this life, in just a few decades, he must live a happy life, and all the people in the world and the inheritance of the sect are all his mother’s shit. , I have a sword and wine in my life. Who cares about Jiang Tao behind me!
But why do all the things the old man said when he was young are forgotten at this time?
He not only forgot about his happy life, but finally died here for Jianling. At that time, he was old and embarrassed and embarrassed, and the boy could no longer find that boy from him. shadow.
He was puzzled. He asked all the swords in the sword mausoleum, but none of them could give him an answer.
So he turned into the appearance of an old man and survived as him. He has seen the descendants of Jianling from generation to generation, he taught them to repair swords and led them to guard the Jianling. From generation to generation, the people who came to Jianling were generally unhappy, but they were all dead, and they all wrote the words guarding Jianling in their hearts. He watched them change from youth to middle age, and from middle age to old man, he watched them come and sent them to death.
He was puzzled by their persistence, and he couldn't understand their persistence.
What is a human being? This question has been haunting him for thousands of years. Until this moment, death finally came to him, and he had an understanding.
The body of the sword was covered with cracks. For thousands of years, what he saw and thought in the form of a copper coin also poured into Wang Yangming's mind at that moment.
The sorrow of the world, and the misery of the world are all at that time.
People are really stupid things. They know they are going to die, but they still have to work hard; he knows that when they get together, they will turn into life or death, but they have to meet desperately...
But maybe you can live hard and die calmly, so that a lifetime can be considered a real life.
Wang Yangming suddenly realized something. He understood the life of the old man and also understood what a person is.
"It's a wonderful world." He murmured, suddenly feeling that the guardianship of these thousand years is no longer as difficult as imagined. It is actually a blessing for him to be able to protect such a world. At least in the end he wanted to understand the problem, an inexplicable sense of comfort spread to his body, and he was full of tenderness and softness as if he had been empowered by humans.
If people say and hear the way, death can be done in the evening.
Thinking about this sentence, he suddenly laughed.
And his body that flew out at that time crashed to the ground and hit the ground fiercely.
"Dead?" Aman, who was nine feet away, looked at the fallen old man and shook his head a little displeased, as if he hadn't had much fun.
But soon he turned his gaze to not far away, closing his eyes and knees, Xu Han and Mengliang who were surrounded by swordsmanship. He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and said with a grinning smile: "It's your turn."
After saying this, he took a step, and the remaining 30,000 purple monsters beside him were also rushing to the place where Xu Han and others were, driven by the skinny monk.
Xuan'er got up, and her dark hair was erected like a sharp needle; with a long howl, her figure became huge again, and a low growl could not be heard from her mouth; Qin Keqing was also there at that time Stopped in front of Xu Han and Mengliang, her clothes fluttered, and a certain kind of black light appeared, killing intent.
But even though they set their posture and showed enough determination, Aman obviously didn’t put them in his eyes. Qin Keqing.
He can screw up the woman well, watching her struggle hard in his hands, gradually losing her breath, and finally dying.
He enjoyed this feeling so much, so there was a frenzy in his eyebrows at that time.
But the next moment, this frenzy suddenly solidified at that time.
A golden sword light flashed by, flashing by at an astonishing speed, and then his stretched arm showed a blood stain along the spot where the white light flashed, and the blood stain spread around him. Arm...
Then, with a soft sound, his arm fell off his shoulder in an extremely flat incision.
Aman was stunned. He stared blankly at his empty shoulder, and then at the arm that was on the ground, then he turned his head and still looked a little bit blankly away.
The owner of the sword light just now stood there—an old man with all white clothes and meticulous hair. The light between his brows and eyes shone like stars. He carried a long sword in his hand with golden light on the sword. Sparkle, like a dazzling sun.
He is Wang Yangming!
Aman was stunned. He didn't understand why the old man in ragged clothes suddenly had energy. He seemed to have never experienced the battle before, and he was as intact as before, like It has been carefully taken care of, and is about to participate in a grand ceremony. His sword that was supposed to be broken also became smooth and flawless at this moment, and there was no trace of damage.
"You..." Aman said so, but the words were only spoken, but he suddenly stopped.
No one interrupted him by doing anything, but the sight in front of him prevented him from uttering half a word.
It's really a breathtaking scenery.
The old man is covered in golden light, and the majestic sword intent rushes out of his body. They surround the old man with great vigor, circling and singing endlessly, like a bird of a phoenix, and like a bird The stars of Gongyue.
Then the awe-inspiring sword intent gathered more and more around the old man, and finally it almost became a substance.
But this is just the beginning of this vision.
Suddenly the sword intents gathered together seemed like they could no longer suppress the violent force in their own body.
Clang!
With a high-pitched sword sound, all the sword intent haunting the old man suddenly rose to the sky. The sword intents gathered together and turned into a golden beam of light. They tore through the rich night of the southern barren land like a bull in a dry land, and then turned into a golden dragon and rushed into the sky.
"This is..." Ksitigarbha King's eyebrows suddenly filled with a look of horror that he had never seen before, his mouth opened slightly, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. .
He looked at this sword spirit named Wang Yangming and his face bathed in the golden ocean. He was surprised to find that some changes were taking place in that face.
The wrinkles began to disappear, the sunken eye sockets began to bulge, a white hair spreading black from the roots, the rickety body gradually straightened, even...
His white dress also began to become golden from the inside out...
Suddenly, it was difficult for him to distinguish whether the sword spirit standing in front of him was a sword spirit that had lived for thousands of years, or a god!
Thinking of this, the Ksitigarbha king's body suddenly shook, and his opened mouth finally let out a sound at that time, but he roared in a hoarse and horrified manner.
"He is going to become a fairy!"
Skyrim drove the skinny monk of tens of thousands of monsters to frown, and Aman, who was nine feet away on the ground, had a gloomy eyebrow.
They don't quite understand what the Ksitigarbha king is talking about, but they can feel the aura overflowing from Wang Yangming. That momentum is not so violent, but with a majesty that suppresses the world. It's like a king looking down on his subjects, like a **** looking down on a creature.
After breaking through the layers of mist, the golden dragon rising up into the sky finally came to the dome.
But it seemed to have encountered some obstacles, unable to penetrate the last shackle, the dragon began to roar, began to roar, and began to hit the dome with its body constantly, as if to break through the trap of the cage. beast.
He tried again and again, but to no avail.
That is the last barrier set up by the immortals in the sky to prevent mortals from climbing into the fairyland. Over the years, so many talents have been defeated under this barrier. You can only take this final step by bowing your head to the immortals in the sky, bowing your head and waiting for his permission.
It seems that Wang Yangming has also encountered this kind of trouble...
"Mora!" "Mora!" "Mora!"
But at this moment, there was a pious shout on the Southern Wilderness. It was the barbarians scattered in the Southern Wilderness. They saw the golden dragon rising into the sky in the night. They felt That is a miracle from Mora. So they knelt down one after another, shouting to Mora, offering their most lofty and sincere respect.
And such a shout was drawn to the Southern Wilderness under a certain will, and a series of golden things overflowed from the barbarian body, and finally gathered the golden ocean and poured into the golden dragon.
The golden dragon gets this thing, like a fish in the water, like a tiger by the wind.
So, the real dragon rises from the clouds, and the sword intent rises to the ground.
The golden dragon, which was several times huge, made a long roar at that time~IndoMTL.com~The huge dragon's roar swayed from the tomb of the sword like Huang Zhong Dalu, resounding through the southern wasteland.
Then, its figure paused, and it rushed straight up to the dome again.
Boom!
In the golden light of the sky, the invisible but real barrier on the dome broke open, and the immortals in the sky shackled the people for tens of thousands of years and things collapsed at that time.
There seems to be a sound from the sky and the earth, like rain hitting the eaves, like the wind over the mountains, and like the river flowing eastward. You can’t tell what the sound is, but you can feel it. mysterious. And this kind of mystery is almost indescribable.
Then the powers that implied the heaven and the earth rushed from the heaven and the earth, and quickly poured into Wang Yangming's body.
Wang Yangming, who had turned into a youthful appearance, slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be stars twinkling in those extremely clear eyes, and there seemed to be the rotation of the sun and the moon.
"He...he succeeded..." Ksitigarbha King said, shaking his own voice.
His surprise is not a trivial matter. How many enchanting geniuses have pursued this way for thousands of years, but died in depression? There are countless bones buried on this road to heaven. Rao is a character like Wei Changming finally defeated by the layers of obstacles set up by those true immortals...
And today, in front of his eyes, a sword spirit broke through the shackles of the world and proved the way of immortality with his own strength.
As if to respond to his thoughts, a soft white light from above the dome shone on the top of Wang Yangming's head at this moment...
A figure bathed in white light fell in front of Wang Yangming. He smiled and looked at Wang Yangming, like an elder looking at the younger generation.
He stretched out his hand towards Wang Yangming and said softly.
"You have practiced hard for thousands of years, and you have obtained this great way."
"Thousand Years of Watch, this merit is earned."
"You Dao is awesome, and your heart is clear. If you teach you Dao today, you can be a true immortal."