Chapter 193 Longyuan Reappears!

In the back mountain of the ancestral hall, the wooden houses in the depths of the dense forest are piled up with wood chips. The wooden sword hilts that used to be piled up like mountains have all disappeared, leaving the wood chips all over the sky and gradually falling on the ground to pile up. As long as the wind blows and the grass moves, the wood chips on the ground will dance and disperse everywhere.

In the middle of the wood chips, there were two people standing, an old man who stood up resolutely in ancient times, and a middle-aged man with a Lingran breath in his eyebrows. They held the same sword handle, the same material and the same shape in their hands. The blade part did not know where to go, leaving only an empty hilt. It was almost the same as the hilt piled up on the ground, but the hilt on the ground destroyed the fierce battle between the two, leaving only two hilts in their hands.

Raising the right hand holding the hilt of the sword, Lin Qingyun, who was a generation smaller than the old man, carefully looked at the hilt of the sword. The fracture was not flat, and the irregular cracks were irregular. Then he smiled and naturally looked at the old man standing opposite him. He began to realize something.

"Do you know where the hilt of the sword on the ground came from?" Throwing away the only remaining hilt of the sword in his hand, the arrogant old man returned to an ordinary appearance. The person he wanted to kill had to be seriously injured even if he couldn't kill him. There is no reason, just because he has no intention of killing Lin Qingyun.

"The Ye boy has been taught by his master, and he will become a great weapon in the future." Facing the old man's question, Lin Qingyun, who sighed and said with a smile, how could the Zen machine be understood by ordinary people? Smart people are often confused by outsiders, but people with a little vision can see at a glance that these words are really transparent and do not need too much explanation.

After the fierce battle, there was still some sword spirit echoing in the dense forest, with back and turns. The authorities had no intention, and naturally did not care about those trivial matters.

"I have only accepted an apprentice in my life. At the beginning, I just saw that you had a Huigen and pointed out to you. Unexpectedly, now you are also in the position of the head and would call me a master." For a while, he looked at the wine pot around his waist and carefully checked whether the corkplug at the mouth of the pot was compact. When he waved his sword just now, he should not have let the treasure inside overflow. Fortunately, he found that there was no trace of soaking in the mouth of the bottle. The old man was relieved that his appearance was completely different from the previous cold and killing expression.

"A teacher for one day, a teacher for a lifetime. The ancients said that the kindness of being dripping should be recomed with a spring. Qingyun has always kept the master's words in his ear. Standing opposite the old man with his hands on his face, Lin Qingyun, with a pious face, said slowly that the old man opposite him was one of the few people he admired in his life and the only one who benefited him.

"If you don't recognize me as a master, you can completely open a mountain and establish a school and become your own. At the beginning, I was wrong. I shouldn't have pointed you out. With your talent, it's not difficult to understand those things. The old man shook his head and did not agree with Lin Qingyun's statement. In his opinion, Lin Qingyun, who had his own swordsmanship, should not stay in Kunlun as the leader.

"Fate cause and effect have an inevitable relationship in the eyes of many people. I don't think so. In fact, I understand what you said. The vanity of the earth is lighter than nothing for me. It's not so much to put it down, it's better to say that I've never picked it up. In your heart, isn't it the same?"

Lin Qingyun said with a smile. What he said made the old man opposite pause for a moment.

"You have realized." The old man's deep eyes stopped on Lin Qingyun and said word by word.

"Just now." Lin Qingyun did not shy away from it. In front of the old man, he did not need to deliberately hide anything. In terms of the city, he would not be worse than the old man in front of him. He has been sitting firmly in the position of the leader for nearly 20 years. I don't know how much he has had with the old foxes of the Presbyterian Association. He did this all originated from two words, respect.

In front of a respected person, asking for advice with an open mind is what you should do.

"Hahahaha, I really didn't see the wrong person." The old man's bright smile echoed in the dense forest and lasted for a long time. It turned out that the roaring sword spirit suppressed most of the old man's loud voice. Suddenly, he disappeared and had a smile on the magnificence of the mountains and rivers.

I don't know when the white clouds rolling in the sky will disperse, and everything will recover as before. It's just that in the middle of the dense forest, it became silent, and with the dissipation of the old man's laughter, it was a little depressing.

"Does it have anything to do with him?" After taking out the wine gourd at his waist and taking a sip, the old man said lightly and said casually.

Lin Qingyun, who chose to keep silent, nodded, which was the default. Only a few people know the relationship between Song Zijian and the old man in front of him. There are many people in Kunlun who are still in the dark. Song Zijian's talent is good. The city government far better than his peers is not a simple disciple in Kunlun. It's just that Song Zijian's profound city government is a little worse than the two newly rising people in Kunlun in recent years. No matter how deep the strength is, I'm afraid it's not as good as the Ye boy who came out of the back mountain. Ye Hetu has a close relationship with the old man in front of him, but Song Zijian has no chance to step into the back mountain, even if he is the grandson of the old man in front of him.

"The child, like his father, insists on going on his own. After all, he will suffer losses."

The old man who took a sip of liquor sighed, and there were unspeakable emotions in his tone.

Lin Qingyun, standing in the distance, listened quietly. He was not qualified to comment. He should not interfere in other people's housework. Three generations of the Song family, generation after generation, two generations of leaders, and three generations of heroes. The brilliance made of blood cannot be questioned by outsiders.

"The Song family is the queen."

With a big laugh, the old man looked up to the sky and drank, threw away the wine gourd in his hand, and the wine inside still flowed to the ground. The fragrance of wine overflowed on this empty venue, and everything became indifferent. No longer taking care of the wine on the ground, even if he was most concerned about it, he turned around and walked into the simple cabin, leaving Lin Qingyun to stand and wait alone.

Seeing the old man walk into the cabin, Lin Qingyun squatted on the ground, picked up the thin sword hilt powder to watch, put it on his mouth, and gently blew a breath. All the powder in his hand dissipated, which showed the fineness of the powder. The powder on the ground continues to decrease with the sound of the wind, just like the air-dried memory. What remains here will no longer exist.

The power of the two wooden swords is just like this. The sword spirit in the sky turns the mountainled hilts into powder. If the wooden sword is replaced with an ordinary iron sword, the power should be increased by a few more levels. However, if it is a famous sword, the ups and downs of power cannot be objectively explained, because the famous sword is spiritual, Lin Qingyun Ken passed the second-ranked sword of benevolence to Jun Yifeng because Jun Yifeng was more adaptable to Zhanlu and more in line with Zhanlu's spirituality than him. The famous sword can only exert its ten-in-tenth power in the hands of the person who matches it.

The so-called top ten rankings are just the difference between innate qualities. If the first-ranked Shengdao Xuanyuan is held by unmatched people, I'm afraid that it can't even exert its power, and it can only be hidden in the dark corners as a collection all year round. Kendo is also humane. Everyone's understanding of kendo is different, and the effect is also different.

The old man who walked out of the wooden house again staggered a little. A peerless master like the old man should not have had this situation. Perhaps he recalled some memories in the depths of his heart, so every step, the pace seemed so heavy. In the old man's hand, there was a dark wooden box. The box was more than four feet long and square. The shape, the surface of the wooden box is covered with thick dust, and it seems that it should have not been opened for many years.

Lin Qingyun, who was quiet, looked at the old man holding the dark wooden box step by step. He wanted to step forward to pick up the box in the hand of the staggering old man, but finally gave up the idea. Some things may not be better than doing. This truth has been known since he stepped into Kunlun.

Judging from the shape of the dark box, Lin Qingyun roughly knew what was in the box. It should be a sword. From the old man's hand, the sword will not be ordinary. Judging from the dust on the box, the sword inside should have been sealed by dust for some years. Once the sword is sealed by dust, its sharpness will be preserved. Not only will it not be dull, but it will be sharper. As long as a famous sword is sealed for more than ten years, its quality will return to the sharpness it was when it was released. Of course, an ordinary iron sword cannot have this rare characteristic, so it will take at least decades to build a famous sword.

"This sword was used when I was wandering. I haven't opened this box since the retreat. More than 40 years have passed in a blink of an eye. It's time to let it see the sun again." The old man's hoarse voice narrated gently, and his cocoon-wrinkled hand stroked the black wooden box, as if he were touching the child. The wooden box made of red sandalwood is old, and the side still retains the bright luster, which is very soft.

The hand touching the box suddenly exerted force, and the top cover covered with dust was pushed away vigorously and turned into a black light to shoot into the distance.

Lin Qingyun, who was opposite, fixed his eyes. There was a simple sword lying in the center of the box. The scabbard was exquisitely carved, but the hilt was simple and natural. Lin Qingyun, who had rich experience, recognized the origin of the sword at the first sight of the sword.

"Seven Star Dragon Abyss."

Lin Qingyun, who quietly said the name of the sword, was as calm as before. Among the ten famous swords, there is a peerless famous sword with thousands of years of history. It is rumored that the sword body is like climbing a mountain and looking down at the abyss. It is ethereal and deep. There is a giant dragon lying in the Buddha, which is called "Dragon Abyss". The Tang Dynasty changed its name to Longquan to avoid the name of the high ancestor Li Yuan. It ranks fifth among the ten famous swords. Although it is the fifth, it is more mysterious than the previous famous swords. In ancient books, it is said that the dragon abyss is out of the sheath and the seven-star is misplaced, but only a few people have seen the rumored seven-star dragon abyss, and there is no way to know what is different about this sword.

"That's right, it's the seven-star Longyuan." The old man picked up the sword in the middle of the box. Before he opened the hilt, the sword body made a crisp roar, which showed the high spirituality. There are some unruly people outside who want to come and make trouble. Let's go out and have a look. We haven't seen them for many years, and now we can't calm down at a little thing.

Hearing a little complaining tone, Lin Qingyun, who smiled, naturally followed the old man and walked from the back mountain to the direction of the ancestral temple.

In one day, three famous swords all appeared in Kunlun, which is enough to see the background of this thousand-year-old faction.