Chapter 423 I'm...

The camel bell shook and made crisp sounds on the antlers.

This was a team that was different from most caravans. The things they used to drive were not horses that everyone was used to, but camels that were unique to the Western Region of Great Xia.

The Western Region of Great Xia was barren, The boundless yellow sand covered almost half of the land. The Cliff Race of Yingzhou did not choose to leave this land where their ancestors had lived for generations. They walked around the world, traveled long distances with goods on camels, and earned a lot of money. They built a prosperous town in that barren Yingzhou that was not inferior to Hengroyal City.

Guang Lingui and Liu Dingdang met this group of merchants in Qingzhou. When they heard that the other party was going to Great Xia, they received a special encounter after paying some money.

There weren't many Cliff Race clansmen. There were about a hundred thousand of them, but their footprints covered every corner of the world. It was a matter of relief to do business with them. This was the reputation that the Cliff Race ancestors had accumulated over the centuries. No clansman dared to desecrate their ancestors under such a reputation.

Therefore, Guang Lingui and Liu Dingdang could enjoy the journey in peace.

At this moment.

Liu Dingdang sat behind the cargo carriage. Her feet were suspended from the ground and she swayed back and forth. She tilted her head and looked at the little monk who was walking by the side with her head lowered. She laughed and said, "Little monk, come on up. Aren't you tired after walking for so long?"

Guang Lingui tilted his head and looked at the girl with a blooming smile. "I'm not tired," he said with a smile on his face.

"Why must I leave if I'm sitting?" Liu Dingdang was puzzled.

At that time, the little monk raised his head to look at the camel dragging the truck forward and said, "All living beings in the world bear its weight. They are unable to endure its hardship, and are unwilling to let it bear its weight again."

This was a bit too profound for Liu Dingdang, who was only fourteen years old.

The girl tilted her head in confusion and thought for a moment, but she suddenly jumped out of the truck and walked side by side with Guang Lingui.

Guang Lingui was slightly stunned by this. He looked at the girl in surprise and asked, "Do you understand?"

However, he couldn't help but secretly exclaim in admiration at that time. Ding Dang had quite a bit of wisdom roots.

But who would have thought that Liu Dingdang would shake his head and complain, "It's so sour, how can I understand it?"

The little monk was stunned and became even more curious, "Then why did you come down?"

The girl's eyes curved into crescent moons at that time. She smiled sweetly at the little monk, "Because, I want to go with you."

Guang Lingui 's calm eyes rippled. His face was a little red, and he had no choice but to cough before hiding his embarrassment. "You're in good health. You shouldn't overwork yourself."

The girl saw all of this in her eyes, but she did not point it out. Instead, the smile on her face was stronger than a breath.

"Oh right, little monk, what are we going to Great Xia for?"

"Treat the illness."

"Didn't I recover from my illness? It's just that I have to eat that demon pill every day. It's unpleasant. It's too bitter."

"So, you went to Great Xia and found the last medicinal ingredient. From now on, you should stop eating that thing."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"How kind of you!"

…

"There are three vicious swords in the Mausoleum of the Sword. They are left behind from ancient times."

"One day, Xingtian, you can offend me."

"One day, Evil Dragon can devour ten thousand spirits."

"One day in the Prison Abyss, you can open the Ghost Gate."

Sitting on a desolate hill of the Sword Mausoleum, Meng Liang looked at the sword wrapped in white cloth in front of him and muttered these words.

Beneath him was the Sword Mausoleum, where countless swords were stabbed, and every single one of them was a divine object that could make one's heart race.

Meng Liang's expression suddenly changed. Anger surfaced in his eyes. He reached out to retract the ground and forcefully pointed at the blade of the sword. He muttered, "You say you? What fierce sword? I can see that you're just a pile of scrap metal. What's so special about it? Young Master Meng has studied it for a few months, but he still can't figure it out."

At this point, Meng Liang's expression changed again. He looked suspiciously at the straw house not far away and said, "Could it be that Elder Wang tricked me?"

"Ah … what's the use of it? This Sword Mausoleum doesn't have a single ghost shadow. Even if it's invincible under the heavens, no one can compare it to it. It's really boring …"

"I wonder how the Emperor of Arcane Secrets is doing. However, with Grandfather's help, I don't think there will be any trouble."

"Ziyu should have seen the mystery. I wonder if they are married. According to the time, if they came faster, the child would have been born, right?"

Thinking of this, Eldest Young Master Meng's brain child instantly appeared. That family of three had a happy and harmonious appearance.

He shook his head repeatedly and hurriedly chased such thoughts out of his mind.

"Pei pei! Ziyu can't be so casual. No matter what, he has to delay for a few months. With the efficiency of those old men in the palace, it won't be difficult to delay for a year and a half."

As he thought this, a smile appeared on Young Master Meng's face once again. Of course, such a smile would inevitably turn into loneliness in a flash. What was the difference between dragging it out for a year or ten years?

He was in the Mausoleum of the Sword, and outsiders couldn't enter, so he couldn't leave…

"Sigh" Young Master Meng finally put away his unrealistic thoughts, stood up, and leapt into the Sword Mausoleum.

At that time, Meng Liang's eyes narrowed as boundless sword intent surged out of his body.

"Old men, stop sleeping. Come out and play with Young Master Meng!" Meng Lianglang said. Then, he stomped his foot violently. The yellow sand beneath his feet spread out like ripples. At that time, the swords inserted into the ground seemed to have received some sort of edict. The sword body trembled, and waves of sword sounds rang out from the sword body.

Afterwards, numerous shadows surged towards the swords. They looked at Meng Liang who was standing there.

Someone said angrily, "Little bastard, did you recover from your injuries last time? You dare to look for me again!"

"Respect the teacher and respect the dao. I am a granduncle from the seventeenth generation. Do you dare to be so blind?"

"The Dao of the Sword is like a sea. This brat is only a single-leaf boat, yet he dares to clamor?"

Meng Liang listened to the endless stream of angry curses in his ears, but his face was not gloomy. He chuckled and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. He said, "If I respect my teacher, I will defeat Grandpa Meng!"

After saying that, his body paused, and he wrapped himself in the sword shadows that filled the sky, and then killed his way out.

For a moment, the sword intent surged in the mausoleum of the sword, and the sword light was as bright as day.

The Sword Mausoleum was truly miserable. Young Master Meng was someone who could endure loneliness. When he discovered that the swords buried in the Sword Mausoleum were inhabited by sword spirits, Young Master Meng was like he had found a toy and wanted to compete with these sword spirits every once in a while.

As for the result…

Just like this, the swollen young master Meng kowtowed to the sword spirits one by one and called out to the grandfather, grandfather, grandfather, and grandfather before sending these heroes back to the sword.

As a result, the Sword Mausoleum once again returned to silence.

Meng Liang, who could not remember the hundreds of defeats, stood up. There wasn't much frustration in his eyes. After all, this was his only pastime here. Moreover, although these sword spirits had weird temperaments, they had more pointers in their exchange of moves with Meng Liang. Meng Liang was grateful. Of course, his next challenge would still be the same as before. It wasn't big or small.

Meng Liang packed up everything and looked at the sky. It was already dark. He yawned and listlessly thought that it was time for him to go to bed again.

It's not something to be happy about, especially when you know that the days after you wake up are still the same, boring, boring, and unchanging.

He sighed and walked helplessly towards the thatched cottage.

However, when he was about to push the door open and enter, the door was opened.

An old man with white hair was looking at him with a smile.

"Martial Uncle?" Meng Liang was slightly stunned, and then he came back to his senses. The big young master Meng's face once again revealed a cheap smile that was almost like a signboard, "Wake up?"

The old man looked at him, but did not take his words to heart.

"Follow me." After saying this, he walked towards the depths of the Sword Mausoleum.

Meng Liang secretly felt strange, but looking at the old man's appearance, he still didn't dare to ask any further and followed him forward.

…

The Sword Mausoleum was very large, and Meng Liang and the old man had also walked for a long time.

Meng Liang's pitiful patience was also exhausted at this moment. In the end, he couldn't help but approach the old man and say, "Martial Uncle, where are we going?"

"You're not asking me to show you the way, are you?"

"There are no outsiders in the Sword Mausoleum as I speak. What are you worried about…"

Meng Liang kept on talking, but the old man ignored him and continued to walk forward.

The more Meng Liang saw him like this, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart.

Just as he was about to ask another question, the old man suddenly stopped. He turned to look at Meng Liangyan and said, "I'll give you a good job."

"Huh?" Meng Liang was stunned when he heard this, "What kind of errands?"

"Let's take a walk outside." The old man said with a smile.

"Huh?" Meng Liang's eyes were wide open. He looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief, as if he was afraid that he had heard something wrong. He couldn't help but ask again, "What did you say?"

However, the old man did not intend to explain any further. He pointed not far away and said, "But before that, you have to see someone."

"Who?" Meng Liang asked again, but his gaze followed the direction the old man pointed. There was a sword, a sword that stabbed into the ground like the other swords in the mausoleum of swords.

"Don't you know when you go?" The old man smiled.

Meng Liang hesitated for some reason, but he couldn't resist the temptation to leave the Mausoleum of the Sword. He took a step forward and walked to the front of the sword. He couldn't help but look at the sword up and down.

He felt somewhat familiar, as if he had seen this sword somewhere before.

However, just as he reached out to stroke the sword's body, the sword's body suddenly trembled.

A phantom appeared on the sword and stood in front of Meng Liang.

Meng Liang fixed his gaze, but he could vaguely see that the shadow seemed to be an old man with a sloppy beard, but his eyes revealed a faint sense of unbridled arrogance.

The phantom also looked at Meng Liang at that time.

The two of them looked at each other for a few breaths, and the phantom's mouth suddenly opened.

He said in an extremely dull tone.

"I'm…"

"Vast Ocean Current …"

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