Hidden Blade Chapter 82: Don’t ask the spring breeze ask the young man

() With the words of the swordsman falling, under Ning Zhumang's dumbfounded gaze, the figure in the sky slowly fell.

Ning Zhumang looked at the man carefully.

Man, in his fifties, he has neatly combed black hair mixed with a little white snow. The years drew mottled marks on his face, but the expression on his face was as calm as a sculpture that has remained silent for thousands of years.

Ning Zhumang was unavoidably taken aback, he recognized the man.

The year.

Not back then, but in these short months, so many things have happened, so that in Ning Zhumang's heart, some things seem to be as long as a lifetime.

At that time, a little monk who claimed to be a ghost of Guanglin, said that he would slay demons and slay demons. With his own strength, he forced himself into the Linglong Pavilion. It was the man in front of him who helped Linglong Pavilion to subdue the little monk as if he was born out of the sky, and relieved Linglong Pavilion's danger.

"Guru." Ning Zhumang swallowed.

It's not because of fear, but it's just a bit surprised to see the world's best swordsman here.

He stepped forward and was about to say something.

"You are here at last." It's just that the swordsman next to him before he could speak, took the lead.

"Hmm." The visitor, Mo Chenzi, the tombkeeper of the Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum, nodded at that time, and replied with a calm expression: "Here."

Ning Zhumang glanced at the left and the right. One was a sword-dao immortal and the other was a sword-dao immortal. These two people almost represent the ultimate reach that the sword of the world can reach.

Is this going to demolish the Taiyin Palace? Such doubts inevitably came to Master Ning's heart.

"Are you ready?" Mo Chenzi asked, looking at the swordsman.

"Master, Uncle Lin, we have a good fortune today, look at what I caught!"

Before the swordsman could answer his question, a tender voice rang in the distance. I saw a young man standing on a hill with two poor pheasants in his hands, and his face looked at everyone with a smile like a spring breeze.

After hearing the shout of the boy, the swordsman's equally cold face suddenly smiled. He nodded and said: "Ready."

Mo Chenzi turned his head to look at the young man, he looked him up and down, then nodded, and said, "Very good boy."

"Does Master have any guests?" This is the boy who ran down the hill and came here, he also looked at Mo Chenzi, and then asked.

The knife man nodded. "Yeah."

"Then I'll catch a pheasant again." The young man didn't doubt he was there, and put down the pheasant in his hand, stood up and rushed to the hill again.

"Mu'an." But the swordsman stopped the young man at that time.

"Huh?" Su Muan turned her head and looked at her master in confusion.

"You don't need to bother, these are enough," the knife guest said.

Su Muan looked at these three people. Although a little confused, she nodded at that time out of trust in her master, and put away the idea of ​​going to the mountain to capture the pheasant.

......

Next, Su Muan quickly started a bonfire. In the mountains and forests where there is no shop in front of the village, Su Muan tried his best to make all kinds of delicious food for the swordsman and Ning Zhumang.

This meal is naturally no exception.

The roasted pheasant is delicious and fragrant.

Su Muan didn’t have much thoughts, he was very happy to eat, Ning Zhumang thought that this might be the last meal he had eaten in this world, so he opened his stomach too, but Mo Chenzi and the knife guest, Quiet words, just taste it.

"Why, master, is it not to your appetite?" Su Muan, who had eaten the last chicken leg, finally discovered the abnormality between the knife man and Mo Chenzi. He wiped the oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and asked, "Then Shall I go catch some hares?"

"No." The knife man shook his head at that time. , And then beckoned to Su Mu'an, "Mu'an, come here."

Su Muan didn't doubt that he had him, he stood up when he heard the words, walked to the knife man and sat down.

"What's the matter with Master?" the boy asked, his eyes widened.

The swordsman took a deep look at Su Mu'an. There seemed to be something flickering in Gu Bo's unsurprised eyes at that time, but he was suppressed by him for a moment. "How long have you been practicing swordsmanship with me?"

"Two months and seven days." Su Muan responded.

"How did you learn?" the knife man asked again.

"Familiar to the heart." The young man smiled. He has always been like this, his joy, anger and hatred are all on his face, not knowing how to hide it, and he will not be hypocritical.

"Hmm." The knife man nodded in satisfaction, and then spit out such a light and fluttering word.

"Then you can leave today."

"Huh?" Su Muan was taken aback.

Ning Zhumang on the side also looked sideways at that time, only Mo Chenzi was still sitting in place with his nose and nose, as if he had anticipated this.

"Why?" Su Muan reacted and asked in surprise.

The look on the knife man's face was still indifferent, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who asked you to come here to find me?"

Su Mu'an was taken aback again, but still truthfully responded: "The man who credits the knife..."

Ning Zhumang heard these three words, but Mo Chenzi, who was sitting quietly by the side, suddenly cast his gaze towards this place.

"I don't know how powerful your ancestors were, but the debts of the person who took the knife are not easy to pay." The knife man said softly, "The fate of the master and apprentice of you and me is that the person on the credit card is forcibly married, you If you accept his love, you have to pay this debt. Your path is destined to be harder than mine. And my path..."

The Swordsman stood up as he said, and looked up at the mountain not far away, where there was a majestic academy.

"We have reached the end..."

Su Muan is actually not stupid. In these days of getting along, from the words of the swordsman and Ning Zhumang, he probably heard that the two of them seemed to be doing something extremely dangerous, and it seemed that they were starting at this moment. Time is up.

Although the swordsmen who have been with him for two months have always been indifferent, apart from teaching the swordsmanship, they rarely have other exchanges with Su Mu'an. But this day, Su Muan understands the principle of being a teacher and a life-long father.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. When he raised his head again to look at the knife man, his eyes lit up.

"Master, Mu An wants to go with you. I can help you. I can definitely do it." As if to prove this, the boy stretched his hand behind his back when he said this and held it. The handle of a long knife that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"You can't help me. Even if you become an immortal one day, you won't necessarily be able to do anything for me, so remember, never think of revenge for me. You can live well and cut my little sword. Passing on is to be worthy of the bond between you and me as a master and apprentice." The swordsman gave the young man a faint glance and said. There was a touch of unquestionable determination in the calm tone.

Su Mu'an suddenly felt incredible when she heard this.

"Isn't it okay to become a fairy? What are the master and your uncle going to do?"

"Perhaps when you can pull out the sword behind your back one day, you will have the ability to avenge your master and me." Ning Zhumang saw that the atmosphere on the court was somewhat solemn, so he was there. When he took a step, said with a smile. "Go back, Xiao Mu'an, go to your Palace Master Xu and let him treat my daughter better. Otherwise, I'd rather be a ghost and I won't let him go."

"Yes!" Su Muan had to say something more, but at this moment, the silent Mo Chenzi suddenly took a step and walked in front of Su Muan. The man looked at Su Mu'an condescendingly, to be precise, he looked at the sword hidden in the sheath on Su Mu'an's back.

"This sword?" he asked, frowning, his eyes solemn.

Mo Chenzi's interruption was beyond the expectations of everyone present. They turned their heads to look at the guard of the tomb of the sword mausoleum, and there was no lack of doubt in their eyes.

But Mo Chenzi's gaze towards the people was as if he hadn't noticed it, and his gaze was still staring straight at the long sword behind Su Muan.

Su Muan was a little uncomfortable by him, and he took a step back subconsciously.

"Could you let me take a look." But Mo Chenzi still didn't notice Su Muan's strangeness, so he stretched out his hand and asked.

"This..." Su Mu'an suddenly hesitated. He turned his gaze to the swordsman and Ning Zhumang beside him as if asking for help.

Ning Zhumang's heart suddenly moved when he saw this situation, and he stepped forward and said: "Xiao Muan, you can lend it to Mo Jianxian to have a look. If Mo Jianxian can use this sword, we may not be able to return it. There is a silver lining."

Ning Zhumang's words are naturally true. The power contained in the long sword behind Su Mu'an can be said to be unheard of and unseen in his life. If Mo Chenzi could really use this sword, then the Taiyin Palace, which the people of the world respected and feared, would not necessarily be a dragon's lair for them.

Su Mu'an is kind-hearted. Although he is a little uneasy about this, in order to win a chance for his master and Ning Zhumang, he still handed the sword hidden in the sheath after he pondered slightly. come out.

Mo Chenzi, who took the long sword, said no more.

I saw him holding the sword in one hand, and gently rubbing the scabbard with the other hand. His eyes were also squinted at that time, as if he was feeling something carefully.

The people around him also held their breath, and cast their eyes on Mo Chenzi, looking forward to whether this kendo master would perform some miracles.

Mo Chenzi's hand moved slowly over the scabbard, and finally came to the hilt after a few breaths.

He did not hesitate at that moment, holding the hilt tightly. At that time, the seemingly plain scabbard seemed to sense his intention, and the sword body began to tremble crazily.

The divine light in Mo Chenzi's eyes condensed, and his body shook immediately. The aura of being an immortal gushed out like a tide at that moment, and everyone could clearly see that the veins in his hand holding the sword hilt were violent. He even began to sweat beads on his forehead.

Such a stalemate continued for countless moments.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, the blade of the long sword began to move slowly, and he was pulled out.

Although it is only **** wide, it is enough for everyone to see the dark blade.

Everyone's faces were filled with surprises, but such surprises will not spread on their cheeks in the future, and will turn into a strong shock in the next moment.

Zheng!

The Excalibur, which was drawn out **** wide, made a long sound at that time.

Like a king who has been overruled, and a **** who has been desecrated. The trembling of the divine sword was violent, so violent that even Mo Chenzi, who was an immortal, could hardly hold it tightly. The two-finger-wide sword body that was drawn out also exploded with a black light at that time, that light, It was extremely dark, with a breathtaking majesty.

Everyone hasn't recovered from such a change, the next moment, the change suddenly occurred again.

I saw that handle, which is common. In the scabbard, white lights burst out suddenly, rushing straight to the ink dust holding the hilt.

Mo Chenzi saw it really, those white glows were actually a long sword that flashed through the cold wind.

After feeling the majestic sword intent engulfed in the white light, he did not dare to hold it large, and hurriedly let go of the hand holding the hilt at that time.

Suddenly the dazzling black glow dissipated, the sky full of sword intent faded, and the few white glows also fled back into the scabbard.

Although everything was calm, everyone on the court was looking at me and looking at you. Their faces were full of horror, and they refused to disperse for a long time.

After a few breaths, Mo Chenzi turned the long sword in his hand, held it in both hands, and handed it back to Su Muan.

"The saint of the sage, please don't blame the little brother for the rash action." Mo Chenzi said so, with a solemn expression on his face.

Su Muan is also the first time he has seen the power of this divine sword on his back, and after hearing this, he came back to his senses. He took the sword in a daze, but didn't know how to respond to Mo Chenzi's words.

"Mo Jianxian can't be pulled out, boy, it looks like that person from your ancestor is really amazing." Ning Zhumang finally reacted, and he said in surprise.

"But if this is the case, wouldn't I be able to help Master and Uncle Ning." Su Muan didn't agree with Ning Zhumang's thoughts. The young man lowered his head at that time and spoke in frustration.

"It's okay." The icy knife man stepped forward at that time, and rarely reached out his hand to touch Su Mu'an's head, as he said. Although the tone was still indifferent, Su Muan felt something different from the past at that time. "Everyone has his own destiny and cannot be forced."

"This sword is really evil. The Mo Jianxian rumored that you have buried half of the world's famous swords in the Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum. Is there anyone who can compare with this sword?"

Ning Zhumang has never liked the solemn atmosphere, and interrupted at that time to put aside the original topic.

Mo Chenzi groaned slightly when he heard the words, and actually shook his head.

"The Jianling Hidden Swords are more than forty-eight thousand. If it is comparable to this sword, maybe there are only three fierce swords."

"Huh?" The words said, not to mention Ning Zhumang, even the indifferent swordsman who had always been indifferent was also slightly changed at that time.

"But this sword is different from the three fierce swords." Mo Chenzi seemed to know what the two people thought, and then shook his head again. "This sword is upright and upright, vast and long. It is not a fierce sword, but a real magic weapon. There is a way to watch the sword and know its people, but I can imagine that the former owner of this sword must be a man with a heart in the world and a strong spirit."

Hearing this, the annoyed Su Muan suddenly showed joy. He raised his neck and said with a smile: "That is, my father said, my father's father's father... Dad..."

The young man was extremely honest again after breaking his fingers and uttering a full seventeen daddy, then he said again: "But the great hero in the world."

Su Muan's stubborn and ridiculous appearance fell in the eyes of the swordsman on the side, making the corner of the man's mouth a rare smile, but it was fleeting. Afterwards, the look on his face was correct, and he said: "Okay, Muan, you should go now, we are also on the road."

The joy on the face of the young man who heard this suddenly disappeared. He lowered his head again and was silent, but his body stood still, and he didn't mean to leave at all.

The swordsman frowned somewhat displeased, Ning Zhumang hurriedly stepped forward when he saw this, and wanted to help persuade him.

Just before saying this, Mo Chenzi on the side said again: "Let him go with us."

When the young man heard the words, he immediately raised his head and his eyes were filled with joy, and his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Mo Chenzi.

It's just that the swordsman and Ning Zhumang's expressions changed.

"What does this mean?" The knife man turned his head and asked, Ning Zhumang was also quite puzzled.

He didn’t want to watch Su Mu’an go to death. Leaving aside Linglong Pavilion’s good destiny, the fact that this young man changed his dishes every day these days was enough to make Ning Zhumang like this simplicity in his heart. It's a silly boy.

"Brother Yuan also said that the debts of the person on credit are not well paid. His road is more difficult than you and me." Mo Chenzi smiled faintly, "So I want to go far. More, it’s always good."

Speaking of this, Mo Chenzi paused again, and then said: "Besides, people pay attention to being in the soil for safety in life. If we die, there will always be someone to help us take care of the funeral, so as to save the corpse and the wilderness from being taken by wolves. Food."

Mo Chenzi's words are of course somewhat reasonable, but this obviously can't convince the swordsman and Ning Zhumang to make Su Muan take such a risk for such a thing.

"Don’t worry, this kid has a good relationship with my nephew. You are reluctant to die. How can I be willing? Since I said this, I naturally have the confidence to save his life and let him see and see. , The abilities of the immortals in this world are beneficial to his future practice. Moreover, if we desperately get some news, it is good that someone will take it out, otherwise you and I will kill you in vain?"

The swordsman heard this, but he was still uneasy. He frowned, and he did not respond to Mo Chenzi's words for a long time.

"Yes, Master, please let me go, I..." Su Muan seemed to have seen hope and said at the same time, but he was not good at words, and at this moment, he was anxious and couldn't say anything. Decent reason.

It seems to feel the eagerness in Su Muan's words, and it seems to be the softness of the heart when the man is about to die. After a long time of pondering, the knife man finally nodded~IndoMTL.com~ But he was still uneasy, so he didn't forget. At that time, he exhorted: "If you really want to go, I won't be able to stop you, but you have to remember that you must listen to what I say when you go there. If I let you go, you can no longer be so arrogant. "

"Um! Um! Master is the master."

The young man who got the answer hurriedly nodded his head.

The majesty of early spring blew across the forest, the leaves rustled in the forest, and the hair on the young man’s forehead fluttered.

He smirked and looked at the swordsman in front of him.

Can't tell why, maybe it's because of his infection.

The knife man's mouth suddenly grinned, revealing the white teeth under it, and he laughed at that moment.

This is the first time that such an expression has appeared on his face, so why not be brilliant.

The spring breeze like this is like the boy in front of me