The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 51: 1 sigh

Liu Shisui is of course a person who talks a lot. Otherwise, how would Jing Jiu think of him when he met the young monk from Guocheng Temple who practiced the closed mantra.

Of course, his words are not as exaggerated as they are today.

In the past ten years or so, he has shouldered too many responsibilities and secrets, because he was worried about accidentally leaking his mouth, because of pressure, because he wanted to play a bleak disciple, and his words became less and less, and he was going crazy.

Until today, Jing Jiu’s bracelet turned into a sword to clear the way for him, countless passages of green mountains flying swords to the West Sea, he finally didn’t have to play that role anymore, he was relieved, and he wished to say all the things he hadn’t said in the past ten years. come out.

The cave was very quiet, and there was no sound for a long time. Xiao He hugged him and gently stroked his back.

Liu Shisui was a little moved and a little nervous. He didn't know where to put his hands. He froze in the air and his face became redder and red.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and said in a trembling voice: "I...I'm a little thirsty."

Xiaohe left his body, looked at him and laughed, and said, "Can you not be thirsty if you speak so much?"

Liu Shisui did not dare to look at her, so he drank the spring water in the teacup in one gulp, and then asked: "How are you feeling now?"

With the help of the pill, coupled with the meditation during this period, his injury has improved. The key is that Jian Yuan has recovered a lot, and he should be able to control the sword.

Xiaohe felt his body and confirmed that his injury did not improve much, but he should be able to move freely, and nodded.

Liu Shisui helped her walk to the cliffs and said: "When I said that the son and Zhao Layue had a lot of secrets, did you annoy me?"

Xiaohe thought you still know.

Liu Shisui said: "Actually, I also have a secret."

Xiaohe wants to come back?

"But that secret is my own, so I can tell you."

Liu Shisui took her to the nearby woods and blew a whistle.

Listening to the sound of the flying sword, he returned to his side, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, looking back from time to time, it seemed a little bit sad.

Liu Shisui walked to the slightly raised ground in the forest, grabbed the space with his right hand, and the soil broke through the air, revealing a sword inside.

The sword is long and slender, and the breath is cold and faint, and you can see it at a glance.

The first sword.

In the Chaoge Ye Palace, this sword was presented to Zhao Layue by Jin Mingcheng on behalf of the Emperor, and she gave it to Liu Shisui in Guihua City.

In a sense, Luo Huainan died under this sword.

Over the years, the Western King and Sun and many people have been searching for the whereabouts of this sword, but there is no result.

Because Liu Shisui has never used this sword.

Looking at the sword, Xiao He was a little surprised.

One of the most important tasks in the mission that Xi Wangsun entrusted to her was to find this sword.

Who would have thought that Liu Shisui would hide Chu Zijian in the forest hundreds of miles away from Haizhou City.

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Liu Shisui took the Chu Zijian out of the mud, wiped it clean with his sleeves, and stuck it around his waist.

The bright little sword trembled slightly, flying around his body non-stop, with a feeling of eagerness to try, as if he wanted to cut it down and try the hardness of the first sword.

Liu Shisui hurriedly stopped, holding Xiao He's hand to prepare to step on the flying sword, and stay away.

At this time, a sigh sounded in his mind.

When escaping from Haizhou City, he also heard a sigh when he ran with his sword in the sky.

That sigh was full of emotion, and there was a little melancholy and regret.

There is also emotion in this sigh, but the sorrow and regret have become satisfaction and comfort.

No matter what kind of sigh it means, it is the sigh of Xi Wangsun.

Liu Shisui's expression changed suddenly, and he did not hesitate to pull out the first sword from his waist, pulling out a sword flower in front of him.

The little sword also felt great danger, and the sword head lifted slightly before it flew away through the air.

Crack!

A flash of lightning suddenly sounded in the blue cloudless sky.

Thunder fell on the cliffs.

There was a loud bang.

The rocks splashed among the cliffs.

Liu Shisui and Xiao He fell to the ground, covered in blood.

A figure fell from the sky.

He is wearing a bright yellow shirt, with a bead curtain covering his face, his eyes are quiet, and his breath is unfathomable, like an emperor.

The Western King's Sun.

Chu Zijian had left Liu Shisui's hand, and with a whistling sound, he pierced the face of King Xi Wangsun.

The bead curtain is light.

Xi Wangsun stretched out his right hand.

It's easy.

He grabbed Chu Zijian.

Chu Zijian struggled for a while, and soon returned to calm.

Xi Wangsun glanced at the sky in front of him.

The small sword is hidden behind the rock, seeming to be preparing for a sneak attack.

Sensed Xi Wangsun's gaze, Xiaojian flew directly towards the back of the mountain without hesitation, disappearing instantly.

"It's really fast, good sword."

Xi Wangsun sighed, knowing that even if he wanted to subdue that small sword, it would take a long time, and he had no idea of ​​regenerating.

He looked at Liu Shisui, with disappointment and appreciation in his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, I would be fooled by you children."

"Why are you here?"

Liu Shisui said pale.

His heart is full of shock and confusion.

When he wants to come, this is impossible.

The strong men of the orthodox sect are besieging Yuntai, and the secret of the old forest is about to be revealed to the world. As the leader of the old forest, Xi Wangsun is not there to meet the enemy, but to chase himself? Even if what I did was the most hated rebellion of the old Lin, is it more important to kill himself than to keep the old Lin?

"Obviously, this is the killing you have prepared for many years. Even if I stay in the gimbal, what else can I do?"

Looking at Liu Shisui's expression, Xi Wangsun knew what he was thinking, and said calmly: "If this is the case, why should I stay there and wait for death?"

Liu Shisui said: "Then what you should do is run away, why are you chasing me?"

"Killing you is of course very important, but of course I am following you for other reasons."

Xi Wangsun looked at the Chu Zijian in his hand with deep eyes.

All it takes is a drop of blood, and this will be his sword.

The destruction of the Yuntai is indeed an unbearable price for Immortal Lin, but it is a compensation to retrieve the first sword—this is the true inheritance of the South China Sea. With this sword, he has stagnated for many years. It may be a breakthrough. When that happens, whether it is a senior fellow or those old guys from Qingshan and Zhongzhou faction, what are they afraid of?

"Just for this sword? The people in the Yuntai are your most loyal subordinates. You don't care at all? Isn't the life and death of those people more important than a sword?"

Liu Shisui was inexplicably angry.

Xi Wangsun retracted his gaze, looked at him and said, "Bulao Lin was originally a knife. What's important to care about, the real important thing is always the hand holding the knife."

The gimbal is destroyed when it is destroyed.

Those assassins and subordinates died when they died.

As long as he is still alive, and those hidden deepest are still alive, then the old forest will exist forever.

What's more, no matter how powerful Liu Shisui was, he still couldn't find those real knives~IndoMTL.com~ Liu Shisui understood what he meant, and his face became paler.

"The people who will die today are all knives, but you are not."

Xi Wangsun looked at him and said with emotion: "Real people admire you very much, and so do I. I originally hoped that you could be the next hand to hold a knife."

Liu Shisui said: "Sorry, I let you down."

"No, you actually killed Luo Huainan in order to win the trust of me. These methods are not a peerless man who cannot do it. I can only appreciate you like this, and I will never be disappointed."

Xi Wangsun said: "It's a pity that I had to kill you today, because I always have to give some people an explanation."

A sigh suddenly sounded between the cliffs.

The old scholar from Yimaozhai came out, looked at Xi Wangsun and said, "So I am just a knife."

Xi Wangsun looked at him with a little surprise, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Of course Mr. Yan is not a knife, you are a pen."