He came here from afar, but it was a waste. Xiao Shu was not confused. He turned around and went to Que'an to look for the old man in Jianshan. The heavy snow continued to fall, and there was no end. The snow on the official road was three feet deep, and there was no use for only two or three snow sweepers along the way.

After inquiring along the way, it took Xiao Shu ten days to arrive at the so-called Sword Mountain, towering into the clouds and standing thousands of feet high. It was like a sword pointing straight to the vast sky, surrounded by mountains, only it stands tall, and is taller in the world. It is like a quiet world full of charm.

The mountain wind blew unstoppably, and the ancient pines sang softly. Under the heavy snow, white like crystals and white like clouds walked around Jianshan for a whole circle, deserted, can anyone really live here?

Xiao Shu was puzzled. Could it be that he had found the wrong place or that the sword-casting man had already left. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of the sword and someone sang loudly.

"A sigh, the frost falls, the leaves fall, the old friend has a strange road to the end of the world, and the flowers bloom and fade are confused. Two sighs, the snow covers the lonely pine, the mirror flowers and the water and moon turn into empty space, look back and sing for a hundred years. Three sighs, the life is short, half an evening, the dream of the red dust is clear, I don't know the people under the umbrella back then."

The old voice echoed in the mountains. Xiao Shu looked in the voice. The song actually came from the sword mountain. He had not been able to look closely. Only then did he realize that there were various swords densely covered with sword mountain.

"Are you the Sword Master?" Xiao Shu asked in a deep voice. With the inner Yuan, the voice never dissipated for a long time, like a loud bell ringing, which was deafening and reached the top of the mountain, causing the green pines on the mountain to fall in snow.

But the old man didn't answer, and he still sang on his own, only hearing the sound of it disappeared.

Xiao Shu put away the red umbrella and carried it on his back. With the sword inserted on the mountain, it was three feet long. Even so, it took him a quarter of an hour to reach the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain was a round ground of two feet in size, as flat as an axe and a knife. An old man with a long head sat cross-legged and played the sword to sing.

"Are you the senior Jian Lao?" Xiao Shu asked respectfully.

The singing came to an abrupt end. The old man placed his hands on the sword, closed his eyes and said, "Has Zihan left too?"

"Senior, know Sword Master?" Xiao Shu asked out loud.

"I gave Jian and Qingwu a gift, but I was only in my prime. When he was called Jianjun, I had already lived in seclusion in the mountains without caring about the world." The old man smiled, with a hint of sadness in his smile.

"The swords are originally paired, but the beauty is not alive. Even if he kills all the demon sects, it will be difficult to win the soul." The old man gently stroked the long sword in his hand, and there were snowflakes on the green sword. The red umbrella on Xiao Shu's back seemed to feel something, trembling slightly.

Xiao Shu listened silently, and the red leaves on his back echoed the green sword in the old man's hand. Without waiting for a reaction, the red leaves actually unsheathed themselves. The old man threw the sword in his hand and said, "I have the heart to the world, but I lose a lot of affection. The three-foot green edge is still there, and I will never see my old friend again."

Two swords, one red and one green, are like dragons, traveling through the mountains, chasing and chasing.

In a trance, my hair turned white and my hair was covered with black hair, and my beauty was still vaguely in front of me. When I came to my senses, I heard the sound of swords, which resounded through the vast world, only increasing my loneliness.

The green and red swords finally fell down and stood in front of the old man. This was their final farewell.

The old man handed the red leaves back to Xiao Shu, and slapped the hilt of the blue long sword with his back hand. The rock-solid sword mountain could not stop the sharp blade, and it instantly penetrated into it, leaving only half an inch of the hilt exposed outside.

"Why are you like this, senior? Why are you doing this?" Xiao Shu asked.

"Qingwu died, Zi Hanli, no longer knows the soul of this life, it is not my wish to hide the sword, what can I do?" The old man laughed, but he was indescribable sadness.

Xiao Shu didn't know what to say, so he silently put the red leaves into the umbrella. But the old man spoke first, "Tell me, why are you here? Could it be that the old ghost Zihan asked you to report the death?"

"My younger generation Xiao Shu, I want to ask senior generation to cast a sword." Xiao Shu thought about it and expressed his intention.

"Don't you already have red leaves? Why do you need his sword?"

"To be honest, I ruined someone else's sword... I want to compensate her." Xiao Shu touched the tip of his nose and said a little embarrassedly.

"Haha, you little baby is really interesting. Then I will tell you too, I have been not casting swords for several years. You might as well pick a handful of them on this sword mountain." The old man laughed in silence.

"This..." Xiao Shu hesitated a little. Most of the swords on the sword mountain were defective. Although it was much better than ordinary swords, it was indeed inappropriate to use them to compensate others.

"Are you Zihan's disciple? No, the sword intent on you is completely different from that of him. Although Zihan is lonely, his sword is grand and grand, and it is definitely not as cold and empty as you. Why did he leave the red leaves for you?" the old man frowned and said.

"I don't know, I'm not sure." Xiao Shu replied truthfully.

The old man's eyes turned cold and he suddenly reached out to grab Xiao Shu's shoulder. The color in Xiao Shu's eyes suddenly swept away and turned into the purest void. The murderous intent burst out like a biting cold wind. This was the most instinctive reaction in the state of selflessness. The sudden threat made him sink into the state instantly. With the fastest reaction, he retreated in one step, pulled out the red leaves and pointed it straight at the old man.

Seeing this, the old man slowly stopped. He knew that if he had any threatening actions, it would inevitably cause the boy in front of him to fight back. He would not be worried, even the closest person would be the same in front of him.

"Why do young people do this? I am most sad to lose myself." The old man sighed.

Xiao Shu took the sword back and said indifferently, "Young people have their own concerns, seniors don't need to say much."

Xiao Shu wanted to recall his indifferent feelings and vague memories. He tried his best to imitate himself before, just like a person who was about to sink into the water, holding the last straw in his hand. He knew that he could not reach the shore, but he still refused to give up.

The old man looked at Xiao Shu's changing expression and sighed in his heart, "Zihan, Zihan, do you think the sword intent that you left in the red leaves can make him turn back?"

"Forget it, follow me." The old man stood up and jumped down. Xiao Shu followed closely behind. Until halfway up the mountain, Xiao Shu discovered that a cave was hidden under pine and cypress on the north side of Jianshan. No wonder he couldn't find it just now, and was blocked by snow.

The stove where the sword-casting stove in the cave had accumulated dust and waste was spread all over the floor. The old man took out a black iron box and said, "This sword is called Lanshan, which I made last. I was originally thinking about it, but now it seems that there is no need."

Xiao Shu was about to take the sword box, but the old man took it away, "I am destined to give the sword to someone, but you have no chance to have this sword, so I have a request."

"Senior, please speak."

"I want you to find someone." The old man said calmly.

"Who?" Xiao Shu asked in a deep voice.

"Linzhou laughed at the swordsman. When Zihan thought of his kindness, he let him go, but I was not so kind." The old man said ruthlessly. He still doesn't understand why Yu Zihan let him go.

"What kind of grudge does he have with his senior?" Xiao Shu only felt that the name sounded familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that it was one of the masters who were close to the realm of Heaven and Man that Fang Jin said.

"You don't have to ask about the grudges of the previous generation. It's a pity that I haven't found him for so many years, and I'm already old." The old man sighed.

"Senior, do you want me to kill him? A master in the realm of the Heavenly Realm?" Xiao Shu felt that this request was a bit too much. Is it necessary for him to fight with such a master for a sword?

"Near the realm of heaven and man? This word is novel. Are you talking about the realm of heaven and mystery? Could it be that you are not? There is no need to kill him, just give this thing to him." The old man took out an old wooden comb under his pillow and handed it to Xiao Shu.

"Okay, but I don't guarantee that I can find him. Senior gives me the sword like this, so I'm not afraid that I will drag it again and again at that time?" Xiao Shu took the wooden comb and the sword box, and then he realized that the sword box was so heavy that it was probably a hundred pounds.

"He avoids me and Zihan, but he will not avoid you. If you hold this umbrella, you don't need to look for him. He will come to find you." The old man looked at the snow outside the cave. He suddenly realized that this life was like a dream, and in the end he was alone.

"I know you are seeking to break through to heaven and man. This realm can be achieved without secret martial arts. You need to recognize your original heart and be able to break your obsessions. Only then can you make a breakthrough. How many geniuses in ancient and modern times can you become a god and man after all. Zihan was the same back then." The old man said.

"But Senior Sword Lord finally took that step." Xiao Shu recalled that day in his mind, the sword energy surged into the sky in the sea of ​​thunder, but as the Taoist said, it is difficult to enter the blue sky as the mortal world. The sword Lord did not know whether it was turned into ashes of the catastrophe or ascending to the immortal in one step.

"How about becoming an immortal? So what about death? But I've already woken up after a dream of Huang Liang." The old man sighed. It was a lie to say that he didn't care about Zihan, just because he was powerless. Since Qingwu passed away, he was already ashamed.

Some people in this world love the country, some love beauty, and some yearn for the way to ascend to immortality. It is not right or wrong, but only the mind.

Xiao Shu left Jianshan and looked back. There was a sword buried here, and there was a sword man's heart. No one would play the sword to sing. Only an old man was left to wake up from the world of dreams.
Chapter completed!