Chapter 641 A Dream of Floating Life Is Void

Three days later, in the morning, Qin Keqing sat on the hill, her knees propped up her elbows, her face leaning against her palms, staring blankly at the two figures flying in the Mausoleum of the Swords.

Xu Han's eyes were like torches. The boundless sword intent of the Sword Mausoleum was instantly pulled by Xu Han, and it stabbed at Meng Liang with a crafty angle. At that moment, the violent purple sword in Meng Liang's hand let out a long cry, stirring up the yellow sand that filled the sky. It was like a dragon as it fiercely collided with Xu Han's sword moves.

Boom!

A loud explosion erupted.

The wind and clouds in the Sword Mausoleum stirred, and after more than ten breaths of time, the sword intent and yellow sand completely dispersed.

Xu Han and Meng Liang stood opposite each other and smiled at each other.

"Junior Brother, good kung fu." Meng Liang sheathed his sword and said.

"Make way." Xu Han laughed as well, but he was secretly surprised. Although he did not use the slightest bit of his physical strength, seeing Meng Liang, whose cultivation had already reached the Half-step Immortal Realm, was no longer the slightest bit stronger than the Great Development Realm in terms of strength. However, even if he managed to obtain victory in this sect duel, he had also used all of his abilities.

From this point of view, it had to be admitted that Meng Liang's talent in the sword dao was several times stronger than Xu Han's.

As Xu Han thought about this, Meng Liang also felt that losing face to his junior brother as a senior brother was a bit too much, so he said again, "Again?"

Xu Han pondered for a moment before agreeing. The Sword Mausoleum was filled with sword intent, and it was originally a resort for cultivating the Sword Dao. And this martial dao was not like Confucianism and Taoism. In the end, building a car behind closed doors was a multiplication method. Only the actual combat method could promote people's rapid progress. Although the battle was imminent, it was inevitable that they would cram their feet at the moment. However, being able to gain a point of strength would give them more vitality. Xu Han had no reason to refuse.

He was just about to nod when an old man suddenly walked over from the depths of the Sword Mausoleum.

The two of them quickly stopped their movements and turned to look at the old man.

"Is Old Master awake?" Meng Liang smiled and said. It was obvious that after Xu Han had chatted with him three days ago, Meng Liang's heart had become much more depressed.

"Xu Han greets Martial Uncle." Xu Han also said at that time. He was always like this and rarely laughed, especially when facing his elders.

Wang Yangming nodded in response to their greetings. Then, his gaze swept across the two of them and he said, "In less than three days, the army of the deceased Chu will arrive. A great battle is imminent. You must cultivate properly."

Meng Liang cursed in his heart when he heard this. Could it be that he could cultivate a flower in three days? However, he smiled and replied, "Of course. Don't worry, Old Master!"

"Yes." Wang Yangming nodded and looked at Xu Han, saying, "Follow me."

When he said this, Meng Liang was immediately unhappy. He stood up and asked, "Old Master, this bowl of water must be even. Why is it always Xu Han? Even it's my turn to be a senior brother!"

Wang Yangming, who had already turned around, stopped when he heard this. He turned to look at Meng Liang, who was cursing with a face full of dissatisfaction, and his gaze was calm in his turbid eyes.

Meng Liang's aura weakened a little and his voice became much softer, "Then you have to tell me what you are going to do, right?"

He had already casually said this, but he did not expect any response. However, what was surprising was that after a moment of silence, Wang Yangming actually said, "Teach him how to practice swordsmanship."

"Then why don't you teach me! I've accompanied you in the Mausoleum of the Sword for more than a year! How can you not miss the past so much? Once you have a new person, you'll forget the old one!" Meng Liang asked with a resentful expression.

However, facing such indignant Meng Liang, Wang Yangming only calmly spat out four words: "Teach students according to their aptitude."

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the Sword Mausoleum. Seeing this, Xu Han helplessly shrugged his shoulders and patted Meng Liang's body as if he was comforting. Only then did he catch up with Wang Yangming's footsteps.

Meng Liang, who was standing on the spot, was stunned for a long time. He knew that Xu Han and Wang Yangming's figures had disappeared from his sight. Only then did he feel as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Old man! What do you mean? Are you saying that this young master is useless?"

"I am a disciple of Mount Li. I condescend to come here!"

…

The giant ape was a real demon king.

His speed was too fast for ordinary people to imagine. From the Southern Wilderness to the junction between Qing Zhou and Liang Zhou, the giant ape continuously attacked for three days and nights before arriving here.

According to Xu Han's letter from the little monk, Niutou Village was located about thirty miles west of Yanxia City at the junction of Liang Zhou and Qing Zhou. However, the giant ape circled around the city for fifty li, but couldn't find the so-called Niutou Village.

Helplessly, Xiao Nineteen and Zhou Yuan could only jump off the giant ape's body. He turned the giant ape into a yellow monkey and stood on Nineteen's shoulder. Originally, he wanted to enter the city to inquire about the exact location of Niutou Village, but this place was extremely close to Liang Zhou. Zhou Yuan carefully observed it and found that most of the people in the city were bewitched by the holy medicine. In addition, he was too young to be able to guarantee that they would be forcibly kidnapped by the city guards as candidates for the Saint Son. Therefore, the two of them gave up on this idea.

They waited outside the city gate for more than two hours before finally arriving at a farmer who came to sell mountain products. Zhou Yuan saw that his appearance was quite ordinary and did not have the gloomy expression of those who had consumed holy medicines. He took the courage to buy the mountain products in his hands and then asked about Niutou Village's whereabouts.

"Niutou Village? Haven't you heard of this place?" The farmer took the silver taels and looked at them in confusion.

"How could that be? Think about it again?" As Zhou Yuan spoke, he took out another heavy piece of silver from his bosom and looked at the farmer.

The silver sparkled in Zhou Yuan's hand, causing the farmer's eyes to turn straight.

The farmer racked his brains for a long time before suddenly clapping his hands as if he had been enlightened.

"Remember?" Seeing this, Zhou Yuan hurriedly asked.

"The Niutou Village does not have one, but it is a Mausoleum of Ox-heads thirty miles west of Yanxia City!" The farmer said. In his heart, perhaps Niutou Village was no different from Niutou Mausoleum.

After saying that, the middle-aged farmer looked at Zhou Yuan with a hopeful expression. The corner of his eyes landed on the silver shard. From the look of it, it was not too much to say that he was drooling.

Hearing this, Zhou Yuan finally regained his senses. The anxiety in his eyes turned into anger at that moment. He stretched out his foot and fiercely kicked the farmer's body. He cursed, "Little bastard, do you dare to fool your grandfather Zhou?"

"I told you to look for the village! But you pointed at the mausoleum. Was that a place that people went to?"

The farmer is greedy for money, However, he did not have the mood to deceive others, He immediately rubbed his swollen knee that had been kicked by Zhou Yuan. "The little one didn't mean that, I have lived outside the city for forty years. Not to mention thirty li, there is no place called Niutou Village within a hundred li radius. There is only the Ox-Head Mausoleum. That place is indeed uninhabited. I suddenly remembered that a few days ago when I was picking herbs on the mountain, I saw a little monk and a little girl going there. Only then did I remember such a place. "

Zhou Yuan had never been a kind person. Hearing this, he frowned and wanted to curse something more. However, before he could say anything else, Xiao Nineteen jumped up and said excitedly, "That's the place, that's the place. Take us there."

"Nineteen, we're going to Niutou Village, not Niutou Mausoleum." Hearing this, Zhou Yuan looked at Nineteen in confusion and whispered.

"Master, why are you so stupid! Didn't you hear Auntie Ziyu say it before? Niutou Village was slaughtered and there were no living people in the village. If we were buried there, we would naturally become the Ox-Head Mausoleum. Besides, weren't we looking for just a little monk and a girl?" Nineteen taught Zhou Yuan a lesson. These stories were also told by Fang Ziyu to Nineteen when he was bored. The little fellow's memory was quite good, and he remembered the details clearly.

Hearing this, Zhou Yuan was slightly stunned, but for a moment, he was unable to pick out the flaws in Nineteen's words.

"That's right. That's true. The little fellow is very smart." Zhou Yuan stroked Nineteen's head and said dotingly.

She was famous for her poisonous tongue to humans, but she was considerate to Zhou Yuan like a cotton-padded jacket. At that time, she smiled sweetly and said, "Master taught us all well."

The farmer who stood up on the side carefully wanted to remind him of something as he listened to the conversation between the two of them.

"Nah, take this silver as compensation for kicking you just now. Take us to the Ox-Head Mausoleum and we'll give you another five taels of silver!" However, he did not have the chance to speak. A heavy piece of silver was placed in his hand by Nineteen.

Feeling the heavy weight of the silver, the middle-aged farmer's words were pushed back.

"Really?" He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked expectantly.

The nineteen heroes who took a lot of money from Xu Han patted his chest and said, "There's only a lot more!"

…

In the depths of the Sword Mausoleum, the sword intent was vast and endless, surging like a river.

Wang Yangming waved his white robe and stretched out his hand towards Xu Han. He smiled and said, "Can you lend me your sword just now?"

Hearing this, Xu Han was stunned. He was also a little confused about what Wang Yangming had called him here, but he didn't doubt him. After a few breaths, he summoned the black sword that the surveillance gave him from the wooden box behind him and handed it to Wang Yangming.

Then Xu Han reminded, "This sword is extremely miraculous. Previously, it was worn by Su Mu'an , but it was unable to be pulled out. It was never revealed to the world. After the surveillance came and gave it to me, we were able to use it. However, no one else was able to use this sword. Even Su Mu'an had no choice. If Martial Uncle wanted to see it, I would be able to activate the three thousand."

Xu Han's words sounded like words, but he suddenly stopped at that moment.

After wang Yangming stroked the pitch black sword, He grasped the hilt of the sword and his hand trembled. A sword intent surged out of his body. As a result, the black sword let out a clear cry. Three thousand golden sword shadows surged out from the black divine sword at that time. They stood around the black divine sword like soldiers, motionless. Only the scorching golden light and vast sword intent filled the entire Sword Mausoleum. Xu Han could clearly feel that the swords buried in the Sword Mausoleum began to tremble, as if they were rejoicing, as if they were fearful.

"This" Xu Han stared blankly at Wang Yangming, who was holding a long sword in his hand, and then looked at the golden sword shadow that filled the sky. The shock in his heart was incomparable.

Of course he had enough say in this sword, He had once lent this sword to Master Wei, but even with Master Wei's cultivation, he was unable to use it. He once said, "There are only two swords that can be used. One is those recognized by the watcher, and the other is those whose cultivation exceeds that of the watcher. Only then can the restriction on the sword be forcefully broken."

Naturally, Xu Han was not able to measure how powerful the surveillance personnel were. However, although Wang Yangming could be traced back to the same period as Master Wei , Xu Han did not think that he could be compared to the surveillance personnel. As for why he was able to activate the black divine sword, it was a mystery to Xu Han.

At this moment, Wang Yangming did not seem to realize what a shocking thing he had done. He looked at the golden sword shadow with a solemn expression, and his eyebrows flickered with light, as if he was reminiscing.

He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the golden sword shadows one after another. Every time he touched them, the sword shadows would tremble, as if he was telling the old man something.

In a trance, Xu Han had the illusion that Wang Yangming could really talk to these swords.

"Every sword has its own story, just to see if you can understand it." Seemingly in response to Xu Han's illusion, the old man suddenly said.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Xu Han couldn't help but be curious, "Then did Senior Martial Uncle hear the story of this sword?"

Wang Yangming shook his head. The hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly. At that time, the golden sword image scattered and returned to the black divine sword. Then, the sword intent disappeared. He reached out and returned the sword to Xu Han, saying, "This sword has no story."

This answer somewhat exceeded Xu Han's expectations. He asked, "What do you mean?"

"The sword spirit of this sword is dead." Wang Yangming replied.

"Dead?" This was the first time Xu Han had heard such a thing. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised in his heart. However, he quickly regained his senses. Judging from the strength of the sword, if he possessed a Sword Spirit, it would definitely be a spirit body that was difficult for ordinary people to control like a fierce sword. In fact, he did not intersect with it in the process of using the sword. From this, Wang Yangming's words were quite reasonable.

"This should be considered a good thing for you." Wang Yangming said again.

"Why?" Xu Han was puzzled.

"As a sword cultivator, if you want to reach the peak of perfection, cultivating a Sword Spirit is not a must, but with the Sword Spirit in charge, the sword cultivator's strength will be more than one level higher. This sword does not have a Sword Spirit, but it is a divine object comparable to the three fierce swords. If you can cultivate a Sword Spirit for it, the power it will be several times stronger than the fierce sword." Wang Yangming explained patiently.

Although Xu Han roughly understood what Wang Yangming meant, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's easy to say, but difficult to do."

On the way to Great Xia from Chang'an, Xu Han had thought of cultivating his own True Spirit. To many sword cultivators, this was the embryonic form of a sword spirit. However, for some reason, it was not difficult for most cultivators at the same realm. To Xu Han, it was several times harder than ascending to the Immortal Realm. So far, Xu Han had never cultivated a True Spirit.

"I know. That's why I called you here. I wanted to borrow the boundless sword intent in the depths of the Sword Mausoleum to cultivate this for you." Wang Yangming said calmly.

Only then did Xu Han understand what Wang Yangming meant, but he couldn't help but hesitate to ask, "A great battle is imminent, and an additional portion of strength will increase one's vitality. Since the depths of the Sword Mausoleum have such an effect, why didn't Senior Martial Uncle let Senior Martial Brother come here together?"

"His perception is extremely high. He is originally a good seedling for sword cultivation. It is good to nourish him with external energy, but it is too late. If he can slowly comprehend it, the Sword Spirit he cultivates will definitely be unparalleled in the world." Wang Yangming said calmly. He then glanced at Xu Han, "But you are different. Your talent in the sword dao is mediocre. The reason you can reach this realm is because of your fortuitous encounters and tenacious temperament. Without this boundless sword intent, even if you cultivate your inner strength to the Immortal realm, I'm afraid you won't be able to cultivate a sword spirit."

"Teach students according to their aptitude. Those who are stupid naturally have to teach them more."

Wang Yangming gently came to a conclusion, but Xu Han was stunned. It turned out that he was the worthless disciple after saying for a long time…

…

The farmer pushed away the half-man-tall grass in front of him and pointed at the wasteland not far away, saying, "This is it."

Nineteen and Zhou Yuan, who had followed the farmer through the mountains and rivers for two hours, panted and looked behind them through the pile of withered grass. There was an even more barren flat land. Of course, they didn't know whether the barren land had always been like this, or whether it was because the dragon qi had been devoured.

"Here?" Zhou Yuan asked doubtfully as he pointed at the place where the grass was growing.

"That's right, this is the place." The farmer nodded and answered confidently.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Zhou Yuan was instantly enraged. There was no trace of anyone in the wasteland, nor was there any thatched cottage or straw cottage. It was likely that no one had come for decades. No matter how he looked at it, it did not look like a village. Even if the village was slaughtered a few years ago, it shouldn't look like this. Why should there be a bit of a dilapidated house? Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan became even more certain that this farmer was motivated by financial considerations and deliberately lied to them, "Where did anyone ever live here!?"

Faced with Zhou Yuan's questioning, the farmer felt somewhat aggrieved. He said, "I said that this is the Ox-Head Mausoleum. It was originally a place where no one lived!"

"What do you mean, a few years ago, it was still a village, so there weren't any traces left, right?" Nineteen frowned and accepted the conversation.

The farmer was puzzled by Nineteen's words. He said again with certainty, "What kind of a few years ago, I was born like this here? I've never seen anyone before."

"How is that possible?" Zhou Yuan obviously did not believe the farmer's words. He even equated the farmer with the swindler in his heart, "Didn't you say that you had seen a little monk and a girl come here before?" "Since they're here, this should naturally be Niutou Village. Or did you hear my conversation with my disciple and deliberately come up with such a story to deceive us?"

The farmer was obviously an honest man, Such an honest person was probably the one who could not be wronged the most, Immediately, he stomped his feet anxiously. He pointed not far away and said, "I really saw a monk and a little girl when I was picking herbs here a few months ago. They were sitting in front of the tomb not far away. The monk kept shouting something, as if he was sick. The girl kept comforting him. They were making a big fuss, so I remembered when you mentioned the word ox-head."

Nineteen saw the farmer's sincere expression and that the monk and girl should be Guang Lingui and Liu Dingdang in her eyes, so she said, "Take us to see where the tomb is."

…

The three of them crossed a short mountain path once more. The farmer who was walking in front of them dug open the pile of withered grass on the mountain path, and then a mass grave suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

"Nah, this is Ox-Head Mausoleum."

"Legend has it that a princess who escaped to this place was surrounded by Great Zhou's army when Great Chu destroyed the country. All the guards she brought were killed in battle, and she also committed suicide here. At that time, the bones were piled up all over the cliffs. Later on, an eminent monk came here to find someone to bury them … This is the place since I was born. There has never been any Niutou Village, only the Ox-head Mausoleum!"

The farmer said this. His words were so burning that it didn't seem like he was lying.

Nineteen and Zhou Yuan looked at each other strangely, then looked at the mountain top that was filled with wastelands.

Most of the tombstones here were damaged due to disrepair. Some of them were only half damaged, some had been completely dumped, and only the one in the middle was still intact.

Nineteen Extreme Eyes could barely recognize the words engraved on the tombstone.

Princess Jingyuan of Da Chu, Li Dongjun, the fool in the tomb of his beloved wife Fang Qingqing.

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