Chapter 636 Sword Spirit

"Old Master! Open the door!" Meng Liang walked to the dilapidated thatched cottage at the entrance of the Mausoleum of Swords with high spirits and shouted loudly.

The door was deathly silent, and no one responded to Meng Liang.

Meng Liang was a little strange, but after knocking for a while, no one answered.

He turned around and looked at Xu Han and the others behind him. Seeing that they were also frowning, he couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt in his heart at that time.

"Old Grandpa, you can't go back on your word. I helped you drive those barbarians away! You can't go back on your word, can you?"

"Old Master! We are all disciples of the Sword Mausoleum. If there's anything we need to do together, don't be so righteous!"

"Old Master!?"

"Old Master!!?"

Meng Liang's roar broke his throat, and the thatched cottage was still deathly quiet. He was a little anxious, and even put on a posture to try to kick open the door of the thatched cottage.

Just as the foot was about to kick the wooden door of the thatched cottage, a powerful yet gentle force suddenly surged towards Meng Liang. The force stopped Meng Liang's kick and sent his entire body flying to the ground. On the side path leading to the Mausoleum of Swords, an old man in white also slowly walked out.

Meng Liang, who had fallen to the ground in a sorry state, hurriedly stood up. He did not seem to be angry at all. On the contrary, after seeing the old man's appearance clearly, his expression became joyful. He leaned forward and said, "Old Master, are you finally willing to come out?"

The old man glanced at Meng Liang and said unhappily, "My Sword Mausoleum has been cold for a thousand years. Ever since you came here, it has not stopped for a day. I was washing my sword properly in the mausoleum. It's fine for you to shout and tear down my thatched cottage. What? Do you want to learn how to bully masters and annihilate ancestors?"

Meng Liang was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this old man seemed to have such a habit. Every morning, he would go to the Mausoleum of the Swords to clean the swords left behind by the ancestors of the Mausoleum of the Swords one by one as a sign of respect.

Thinking of this, Meng Liang's face turned red. He reached out to scratch the back of his head and laughed dryly, trying to conceal this awkwardness.

Fortunately, the old man didn't have the heart to pursue Meng Liang after saying this. He turned his head and looked at Xu Han, who was standing beside him. At that moment, his gaze stopped and he began to look at the youth up and down.

Xu Han also sensed the old man's gaze. He quickly bowed respectfully to the old man and said, "Disciple Xu Han greets you."

At this point, Xu Han paused for a moment, his expression slightly strange.

The old man in front of him was naturally the last guardian of the Mausoleum of the Swords, Wang Yangming.

Canghai Liu had once told him that the rulers of the world's sword dao were none other than Jian Ling, Mo Guliu, and the others.

Mo was naturally Mo Chen Zi, and the current was the current of the sea. Although this last ancient word did not take Wang Yangming's name for some reason, it pointed at Wang Yangming without a doubt. In the story Master Wei told him, Wang Yangming was the ancestor of Mount Li Sword Sect a thousand years ago. If it was true, he would definitely be more than a generation taller than Mo Chen Zi and the others. In other words, Xu Han did not know how to address him.

"Mo Chen Zi and I have always been on par with each other. You can just call me Martial Uncle." Wang Yangming seemed to have seen through Xu Han's thoughts. He said indifferently, but his gaze suddenly stopped on the wooden box on Xu Han's back.

Although Wang Yangming tried his best to suppress it, Xu Han could still feel something flickering in the old man's eyes. Even his voice started to tremble slightly, "May I borrow it?"

Xu Han was stunned for a moment before he instantly came to his senses. He hurriedly nodded and said, "Please go ahead."

Then, he took off the wooden box on his back and respectfully handed it to Wang Yangming.

Wang Yangming stretched out his withered hands and was about to pick them up. Seeing this, Xu Han subconsciously wanted to remind him that this wooden box was as light as nothing to Xu Han, but to others, it was as heavy as a thousand jun.

Unfortunately, before he could say anything, Wang Yangming's hand touched the wooden box, causing Xu Han's worries to vanish.

The old man gently lifted the wooden box and placed it in front of him. He began to carefully examine the thing. The entire process did not reveal the slightest abnormality. Xu Han was secretly shocked when he saw that Wang Yangming was fine, but he did not say anything else. He quietly waited for the old man.

Then, the old man reached out and stroked the wooden box. His old hand drew the mottled patterns on the wooden box, as if he was talking to an old friend he hadn't seen in a thousand years.

Wang Yangming sighed and whispered, "He did it in the end." "He has traveled a thousand years alone. He has traveled farther and more painstakingly than me."

He said something that Xu Han and the others couldn't quite understand, but his gaze gradually grew deeper. It was as if he had transmigrated through a thousand years of time and returned to the era that belonged to them.

As the saying goes, the most hated beauty in the mirror of white hair, the most hateful hero in front of the grave dusk.

Even though he had only heard a few stories about them, Xu Han couldn't help but feel a little gloomy when he saw this scene.

Perhaps it was also affected by this atmosphere. Even Nineteen, who had always jumped out, quieted down at that time.

However, this silence did not last long. Wang Yangming suddenly raised his head and handed the wooden box back to Xu Han.

Xu Han took the item and was about to say something, but Wang Yangming's voice sounded before his.

"Follow me to the Mausoleum of the Swords." After Wang Yangming finished speaking, he didn't even give Xu Han a chance to react. After saying this, he turned around and followed the path into the Mausoleum of the Sword.

Hearing this, Meng Liang hurriedly pointed at himself and asked, "What about me?"

"Cook." Wang Yangming said without turning his head.

Xu Han looked at the lonely Meng Liang beside him with some amusement. He reached out and patted Wang Yangming's shoulder before following Wang Yangming's footsteps and entering the Sword Mausoleum.

…

Just as he stepped into the Mausoleum of the Sword, a vast sword intent rushed towards him.

Fortunately, perhaps because he cultivated the Great Evolution Sword Technique in his body, the sword intent did not attack Xu Han. Instead, it brushed past Xu Han's body like a gentle breeze. Xu Han felt refreshed.

At this moment, Xu Han finally had a chance to measure up to the Sword Mausoleum of the Southern Desolation, which had been famous for a long time in the world.

The Sword Mausoleum was filled with yellow sand and the Wilderness. Above the yellow sand and the Wilderness were densely packed swords. Half of their swords were buried in the ground, yet half of their swords were still flickering with sword light. They were like hibernating beasts, waiting for the day when they could break out of their cages.

"No matter how deviant the world's sword dao is, in the end, it will not be able to escape the realm of Swordsman-Man Unity. Therefore, when a Sword Dao Grandmaster reaches the final stage of cultivation, he will also nurture his sword, and the sword will also nurture his people."

At this moment, Wang Yangming, who was walking in front of Xu Han, suddenly said.

"However, it is inevitable for a person to die, but a sword gives birth to its spirit. If placed outside, the sword spirit that lost its master will be long for a hundred years, and in a few years, the sword spirit will dissipate. The sword spirit could only be born after being accompanied by others for several decades. How could he bear to see it dissipate? Therefore, whenever he saw a Grandmaster, he would personally come to the Mausoleum of the Sword and send his sword into it, hoping to preserve the sword spirit by relying on the sword intent emanating from the three vicious swords in the Mausoleum of the Sword.

Although Xu Han did not understand why Wang Yangming would say such words to him, he still nodded in understanding.

"The Spirit of Sword Life is called the Sword Spirit."

"Of course, the so-called spirit is a kind of will. The weakest among them can only be a mysterious thing that resides on the sword. It can't be touched or seen, but the sword wielder can feel his existence."

"What about the strong ones? They can transform into human shapes, and their shapes are roughly the same as the ones in front of their masters."

"It's not just its shape, even its words and deeds are exactly the same. Many sword spirits even regard themselves as their masters due to some obsession."

Wang Ming Yang said slowly, neither hurriedly nor slowly. However, Xu Han, who was calm just now, suddenly trembled when he heard this, and his eyebrows gushed with astonishment.

Xu Han had already arrived at the Immortal Realm. Regardless of his cultivation or his horizons, Xu Han was far from being comparable to ordinary people, and there were even fewer things that could shock him in an instant.

However, at this moment, he could not suppress the surprise in his heart and wrote the horror on his face.

He stopped and stared blankly at the old man with his back to him. He muttered, "You mean…"

At that time, the old man also turned his head and looked at Xu Han. Although Xu Han's words had just begun, the old man seemed to have already guessed his thoughts. The old man nodded his head and said, "Yes, you are indeed the Sword Spirit when you see him … Mm, just the Sword Spirit."

The old man's gaze dimmed a little as he continued, "Ever since the day he was sent back to the Mausoleum of the Sword, the Sword Spirit that Mo Chen had entrusted to Mo Chen's sword has been in an extremely irritable state.

"He is very guilty. He is tormented by pain and obsession at all times."

"He can't be considered a hero in his entire life. Sometimes, he is even more confused. However, he has never done anything wrong. He only missed you so much that his sword spirit was still troubled by him after his death. He couldn't even tell if he was really himself."

"That's why I asked Meng Liang to take him out of the Mausoleum of the Sword and head north to find you. I thought that if I could save your life, I would forget about his wish and let the spirit under the spring rest in peace."

Xu Han remained silent for a few breaths before digesting the sudden news. Then, he said again, "But then, his sword spirit…"

"Are you dead?" The old man raised his eyebrows and a smile appeared on his face. "To a sword spirit, dying for the sword master is an unparalleled honor. People and swords are complementary to each other. Although returning the sword spirit to the mausoleum and allowing it to be preserved is a gift from the sword master for the sword spirit's goodwill, to a sword, without the sword wielder, the sword itself would lose its meaning of existence."

Hearing this, Xu Han couldn't help but frown.

He could not agree with Wang Yangming's logic. Since the sword gave birth to its spirit and had its own will, the sword was no longer a simple weapon. Wang Yangming's decision so easily made Xu Han unhappy.

Seemingly able to see through his thoughts, the smile on Wang Yangming's face became a little heavier. He said, "Your sword doesn't have any spirit, does it?"

"Huh?" Xu Han was puzzled.

Wang Yangming continued, "So you don't understand."

"But it doesn't matter. One day, when you give birth to the Sword Spirit, you will understand that there is nothing wrong with what this old man said today."

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