The brilliance of the Sword Sect Master's sword actually far surpassed those of his infinitely lethal sword moves.
Once upon a time, this sword sect leader believed wholeheartedly that the best sword in the world was one that no one could take, and that made everyone feel invincible with this sword.
But after handing out this sword, the Sword Sect Master seemed to realize in hindsight that the swords in this world do not necessarily have to be unacceptable to others. Some swords are just for people to see, and they can be so beautiful.
Looking at the countless sword lights swimming up the sky, the Sword Sect Master looked at those sword lights and devoted countless thoughts to record the swimming trajectories of those sword lights on the sky in front of him.
His whole life of swordsmanship is based on this sword. As for how much the young man can finally learn from these sword lights, how much he can comprehend, and how much he can use for himself, it is not his concern.
The leader of Jian Zong glanced at Chen Chao, turned around and left, returning to Jian Zong.
As soon as he appeared in Sword Sect, he saw the mountain of sword cultivators looking up at the sky. ??
The master of the Sword Sect stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the group of his disciples. He didn't know what he thought of, but when he was distracted, the sword cultivators all noticed their master, and they all looked away and looked at the master of the Sword Sect.
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Hearing the shouts of the sword cultivators, the master of the Sword Sect came back to his senses and looked at the sword cultivators of different ages and levels.
For a moment, the Sword Sect leader actually felt a little guilty.
He has been the leader of the Sword Sect for who knows how many years, but after so many years, has he really taken the Sword Sect's affairs to heart?
As a sect leader, apart from his unparalleled swordsmanship, can he really be considered qualified?
There is no doubt that he is the highest-level sect leader in the history of the Sword Sect. In terms of status, only the first generation sect master can be compared with him. In terms of swordsmanship, he may even be higher than that one.
But beyond that?
Has he really done anything for the Sword Sect these years?
The Sword Sect leader shook his head.
In the past few years, there has been a saying in the cultivation world that monks like them have always been the recipients of peace of mind for so many years, but have they really done anything for this world? The leader of the Sword Sect scoffed at this before
, but looking at it now, in fact, not only have they not done anything for this world, they have not even done anything for the Sword Sect.
Thinking of this, the master of the Sword Sect took a deep breath, pinched a sword finger, and waved it towards the sea of clouds. In an instant, countless seas of clouds were torn open by a sword light that was unparalleled in the world. From this, the sword cultivators could also see the sword.
The sword that the sect master had made before.
"Watch the sword carefully."
The Sword Sect leader smiled slightly.
Apart from that, he didn't say much and walked towards the mountains.
The sword cultivators looked up again and saw the figure hidden above the sea of clouds.
Thousands of sword lights, each with an excited look on their face, those with high enough talent have long sensed what is contained in these sword lights.
Everyone in the Sword Sect's sword practice has his or her own way of swordsmanship. Even if it is the way of swordsmanship passed down by the master, he will eventually tell his disciples that it is okay to learn my sword, but if you follow my path, there will definitely be problems.
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Therefore, swordsmen, everyone’s swordsmanship is different.
But kendo is different, which doesn’t mean you can’t learn something from watching other people’s kendo.
Just like now, the master of the Sword Sect shows his swordsmanship to everyone. Although they will not follow that path, they will definitely get a lot of inspiration.
The actions of the leader of the Sword Sect were tantamount to passing on the sword to the sword cultivators of the entire Sword Sect.
This is of great significance.
Not long after, the leader of the Sword Sect had arrived at the place where he had appeared before. Here, the young man Song Xun had left the place and rushed to a place with a better view, but the old sword cultivator was still there.
"Qingshan, why don't you go and have a look?"
The master of the Sword Sect took the initiative to greet the old sword cultivator. As for his nephew, the master of the Sword Sect did not actually have any connection with him. He just remembered that when his senior brother brought him up the mountain,
He happily came to tell him that he had a successor, and his sword skills would be passed down to him from now on. He also said that the sword sect would definitely have a great swordsman in the future.
But things went against expectations. Who would have known that after the old sword master had reached the end of the other side, he had been wasting his time at the other side, never being able to reach the end of Wangyou, let alone the end of Wangyou.
The old swordsman glanced at the sky, and said with some emotion, "If it had been one Jiuzi earlier, not to mention one Jiuzi, even half a Jiuzi, the sect leader's sword showed me, maybe I would have broken through that realm, but
It’s a little too late. It doesn’t make any difference whether I see it or not at this moment.”
When the old sword cultivator spoke, there was no resentment or resentment in his tone, but more of an easy-going and indifferent tone.
Some things have been entangled for sixty years, and they have been entangled for a long enough time. Naturally, they cannot continue to be entangled.
The master of the Sword Sect looked at the old sword cultivator and said calmly, "In the past few years, I only looked at the way of swordsmanship and wanted to reach the top of the way of swordsmanship. I have somewhat neglected you."
The old swordsman smiled and said, "Actually, I still care a little. After all, I have always thought that it is okay if the sect is just the sect master. But the sect master is not only the sect master, but also the master uncle. I often wonder, why can't the master uncle take care of us juniors?"
Uncle Master, to be honest, don't be angry. In the past, I and a few of my fellow apprentices who had a good relationship with each other had scolded you a lot, Uncle Master."
The Sword Sect leader smiled and said, "You deserve to be scolded."
Old Jianxiu rubbed his head, waved his hands and said, "We all understand a very simple thing.
The truth is, practicing swordsmanship is your own business. Even if your uncle takes care of you, you may have a chance to become a swordsman in the end, but you may not have a chance to become a great swordsman."
The Sword Sect leader said nothing.
"Uncle Master, at my age, kendo has come to an end a long time ago, and there is no hope. But my apprentice is still young and has a long way to go. If you have time, would you like to take a closer look?"
The old sword cultivator chuckled. At this time, what he cared about was no longer himself, but his disciple. If he could go further and go to a higher place, a place that he had never been to before,
Enough.
The Sword Sect leader thought for a moment and said, "That little guy's name is Song Xun?"
The old swordsman nodded and said happily, "It's okay if my uncle can remember him."
The leader of the Sword Sect hummed and said softly, "He will definitely go farther than you in the future. I will pay more attention to him."
The old swordsman saluted solemnly.
The leader of the Sword Sect wanted to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, he asked again, "Qingshan, what else do you want to do in this life?"
The old swordsman said without hesitation, "Uncle, I plan to go to the north to see. Even if I have to die in this life, I don't want to die alone in the mountains."
The leader of the Sword Sect asked, "Use your sword to kill the demon?"
Old Jianxiu nodded and said, "I'm not being pretentious, saying that I want to do something for the world. Let's not mention this. If I don't do something for the world, at least do something for my parents. At that time, I was also a citizen of Daliang."
The leader of the Sword Sect smiled and asked, "Isn't it true now?"
The old Jianxiu was startled, then smiled and said, "Of course it is the same now. I remember clearly that I am from Xinliuzhou. In front of the yard of my hometown, my father planted two osmanthus trees."
Speaking of this, the old swordsman couldn't help but look sad. He remembered that when he left home, the two sweet-scented osmanthus trees bloomed for the first time not long after they were planted. But after practicing swordsmanship for many years, he finally thought of his hometown and went back to see it again.
, my parents are no longer here, the yard has long since collapsed, and the two sweet-scented osmanthus trees have been dead for many years.
He originally thought that as long as he thought about his hometown, no matter how many years he didn't go back, his hometown would always be there, but that was not the case.
My hometown will not be there forever. With my parents leaving, my hometown has become a foreign land.
But without his hometown, he has lost his roots and has become a lonely ghost.
"Although my hometown is gone, I feel uncomfortable thinking that the people living in my home will turn into a group of beasts that drink blood. If that day comes, and the days pass by, and there are no traces of us, it will really mean nothing.
It’s all gone.”
There were tears in the eyes of the old swordsman, "What if I go underground and my father asks me what's the point of practicing swordsmanship for so many years? I don't know how to answer him. I have become a god in their eyes, but I can't even see my hometown.
Even if you can’t protect it, what on earth did you practice with this sword?”
The master of the Sword Sect looked at the old sword cultivator,
Listening to him talking, I started to recall what happened before I went up the mountain, but I don't know why. I tried hard to think about it, but I still couldn't remember anything.
I've been away from home for too long, practiced swordplay for too long, and haven't cared about things in this world for too long.
Many memories are destined to be lost so slowly.
If you don’t cherish it when you lose it, when you want to get it back now, you can’t get it back no matter how hard you try.
The leader of the Sword Sect laughed at himself. Death in the Sword Sect was his constant thought in the past years, but looking at it now, even if he becomes the leader of the Sword Sect, he is actually still a stranger in a foreign land.
The leader of the Sword Sect said, "Qingshan, kill more monsters."
The old swordsman sighed, "It's hard to say, uncle. I have been practicing this all my life. Maybe I go to the battlefield and be slapped to death by those big demons as soon as I show my flying sword. If that day comes, don't do it."
If you think I'm a disgrace to the Sword Sect, don't remove me..."
The leader of the Sword Sect shook his head and said, "No."
"But even if you want to get rid of me, uncle, it won't be a big deal. After I die, I will definitely return to my hometown and make a grass next to my parents' graves."
The eyes of the old swordsman were full of longing, as if he had already seen the day when he would no longer need to practice swordsmanship or worry about anything else, and he would become a grass standing beside his parents' graves, just like the one holding his father's hand when he was a child.
Like walking all over the fields with your hands.
The leader of the Sword Sect didn't speak, and just walked away.
But on this day, the Sword Sect had a mountain rule, and sword cultivators were free to go up and down the mountain and go wherever they wanted.
It is also under this mountain rule that many swordsmen who feel that they can't go any further in this life have come down the mountain to return home to see the hometown they have been away from for decades.
After seeing the hometown that was destined to be no longer in their memories, many swordsmen picked up their swords and headed north, rushing to the northern border.
This time, no one asked for anything, Jian Zong did not agree to anyone, and did not force anyone.
At this time, the sword cultivators and the people who have lived in New Liuzhou for generations agreed that the demon clan cannot go south, because once they go south, their hometown will suffer.
It is destined that after these sword cultivators go to the North, very few will return, but no one seems to regret it.
As for the leader of the Sword Sect, when he came to the highest point of the Sword Sect, he sat down on the edge of the cliff, looked at the clouds and mist in front of him, smiled and said, "I can't remember where my hometown is, so it's all my hometown."
Since they are all hometowns, once the demon clan breaks through the Great Wall of the North, it will harm his hometown.
This principle is very simple.
But it took the Sword Sect master a full hundred years to understand this truth.
Is a hundred years too long?
Yes, too long.
But is it too late?
It seems not too late.
This chapter has been completed!