Hidden Blade Chapter 74: There is a grave in the Southern Wilderness
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There is a tomb in the Southern Wilderness.
Do not bury the visitors.
Not buried or returned to others.
Southern Wilderness, although desolate.
But such a group of people live.
The Central Plains call them barbarians, and they call the Central Plains alien race.
They live on hunting nomads, believe in their ancient gods, and live a life that has not changed for thousands of years.
Similarly, the seemingly loose tribal life has a common royal court on it.
The change of the royal court has never stopped.
New kings replaced the old kings from time to time. Compared with the bizarre situation of the Central Plains Power Center, the power of the Southern Wilderness Court is more **** and straightforward.
The new king kills the old king and takes away the bone whip that is said to be cast from the last true dragon's backbone in the world, and then you can enjoy the fruit that is embraced by the people.
But no matter how violent and bloodthirsty the people in power in each generation of the royal court.
The tomb standing in the depths of the Southern Wilderness is always a forbidden place for every king.
That is a song that every child in the Southern Wilderness will sing.
There is a tomb in the Southern Wilderness.
Do not bury the visitors.
Not buried or returned to others.
The sword is buried there, but the rules are kept.
At this moment, he is in a hut in front of this grave.
An old man with sword eyebrows and stars sits cross-legged, his face is firm. Although Shirayuki has been born on the black silk on his forehead, he can't find any wrinkles on his face. The so-called Hefa Tongyan is probably what he said.
At this time, the door of the thatched house was pushed open from the outside.
The hoarse sound is particularly clear in the silent grave.
The man opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.
A black-clothed man slowly stepped into it. The man was carrying a long sword and his waist was straight. Even though he was standing there, his sword intent was not vented at all, but he still looked so outstanding.
Ordinary people can see that he is a swordsman even without the sword behind him.
It's as if he was born a sword.
Straight, fortitude. Would rather bend than bend.
"How is the injury?" the old man in the house asked.
The man with the sword on his back smiled.
"The internal breath is stable, and the injuries of the five internal organs are also suppressed by the sword intent. It should be no problem to live for another seven or eight months."
The old man's eyes trembled at that time, and his voice was inexplicably dry. He looked at the attire of the man before him again, and finally asked.
"Are you leaving?"
"Hmm." The man nodded. "Mo Chenzi will go here, and I am afraid that there will be no chance to meet the senior brother. This Jianling will be entrusted to the senior brother."
"The sword of Jianling is full of meaning, and the circulation is endless. If you can rest in peace and have the blessing of the sword, it will not be difficult to live for another year or a half..." the old man said at that time.
But he was interrupted by the man before he finished speaking.
"No. I have been lonely in Jianling for 60 years. It makes no difference if one year is longer than one year. After 60 years, Mo Chenzi wants to live for himself."
The old man heard the words and was silent for a short while before he stopped his thoughts of continuing to persuade, but asked: "Then where are you going?"
"When I see her, I will find another tomb guard to take my place." The man said in a deep voice.
"She? Ghost Bodhi? You still can't forget her?" The old man frowned.
"I am not a ruthless guest. How can I forget a lover? She has fallen into such a field now, and it is probably because of me. This is coming, and I still have to see the last one and give me an explanation." Man His tone was extremely flat, and he couldn't hear the hesitation and sadness that a dying person should have.
"Regret it?" the old man asked.
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"The righteousness is at present, I dare not repent." The man's response was just like the swordsmanship he had cultivated, almost stubbornly rigid, and almost ruthlessly stubborn.
"Hey, the three of us brothers, you have the most stable temperament, if you have a temperament that depends on the ocean current..." the old man said, the light in his eyes was deep, and it seemed that he was caught in some memories.
"The brother has the method of living of the brother, the brother has the method of living of the brother, and I also have my method of living. It has nothing to do with right or wrong, just ask the original heart." The man interrupted the old man's words, and seemed to be unwilling to dwell on the past. Certain things.
"Hmm." The old man clearly saw it thoroughly, and he nodded, not to mention it again. "What about after that? Where do you go to find the tomb guard? Or is it the seed left by the previous ocean current?"
"Senior brother's temperament is not clear, how can the person he chooses be the one who is willing to be lonely in this Jianling for a hundred years?" The man smiled after hearing this, as if thinking of the long-dead brother . "In July and August, I think if there is destiny, I should be able to meet the person I like, then I will pass on with him, and when the opportunity is ripe, he will come here, and then I will ask the seniors to take more care."
The old man looked at the man in silence for a long time, and then he swallowed it time and time again when he asked and detained him.
At the end, I can only say sadly: "Jianling is lonely, waiting for sixty years..."
"Thank you."
The man heard the words and knew that it was time to say goodbye.
He raised his eyes and took a deep look at the old man in front of him, and finally said, "Farewell now, brother cherish it!"
After that, the man turned around and walked out of the hut with a firm step.
At that moment, the swords that had rested forever in the sword mausoleum burst out of the ground one after another, lost in the sky, and a series of white-clothed swordsmen emerged from the sword body.
They stared at the man's back and bowed to him.
They seem to be saying something, they can't hear the sound, but they can read it.
They said.
"Jianling is lonely, waiting for sixty years..."
"Thank you."
At that time.
Thousands of swords cried together, like a hundred birds facing the phoenix, and the stars arched over the moon.
The man who had gone with determination seemed to feel something at that time, and a smile from his heart suddenly appeared from the corners of his resolute mouth.
He turned around, and also bowed to the sky full of swords, and said respectfully.
"Sixty years of loneliness, accompanied by the monarchs, can talk about swordsmanship, and bless the common people."
"Why bother."
After speaking, he raised his head and laughed, turned around again, and walked out of Jianling without looking back.
The old man in the hut stared blankly at the figure disappearing on the horizon, until he could no longer find a trace.
He finally let out a long sigh, his voice dull, and his appearance seemed much older at that moment.
"Wanzai watch, the descendant of Jianling, you can see the white head, but after all, you can't see a good end."
"Ugh..."
That year, in the Southern Wilderness Jianling, only one person was still sitting in the Jianling.
The people of the Southern Wilderness don’t know the loneliness of Jianling~IndoMTL.com~ only think that there is a fairy sitting in the town to protect the Southern Wilderness.
Only the young children are still singing the nursery rhyme about Jianling with their tender voices.
Like the guardian of the tomb, it has not been changed for thousands of years.
There is a tomb in the Southern Wilderness.
Do not bury the visitors.
Not buried or returned to others.
There is a man in the mound.
Guarding thousands of blades.
Stay forever.
The sun rises and the yellow sand sinks.
The bright moon comes, and the river rolls.
He is waiting, he is waiting.
The nine petals of the lotus flower open, and the immortal falls to the earth.