"Don't these old people like to hide things at home?"
"Did we fall into a trap?"
"Impossible! We sisters are the only ones who know about the night attack on the Xu family. Do you suspect that there is a traitor among us?"
"I...."
"Kill them, humans are all cartwheels, just catch one and ask."
"That's right, just kill him and ask. Why bother looking for him?"
.......
In front of Mr. Xu's door, there are a total of 293 descendants of the Xu family.
There are different styles of Mo Dao in the hands, some have black spots, some are gray, and some are deep red.
The only thing that is the same may be that their scabbards cannot block the murderous intent of the blades.
Mr. Xu looked at this group of young people and nodded. Although it was a bit messy at first, the current appearance finally did not disgrace the reputation of the Xu family's ancestors.
"Where are the sons of the Xu family?" Mr. Xu shouted to the people in the audience as usual.
"All the descendants of the Xu family are here." Everyone said in unison, and the voice resounded loudly through the sky, even the thousands of Herrschers who were on their way could hear it.
"Directly descended from Xu Qiege."
"Direct descendant of Xu Changge"
"Direct descendant of Xu Yunge"
"Collateral Xu Ran"
"Collateral..."
Everyone reports quickly, knowing that there may be a fierce battle to be fought soon.
With a loud and fast voice, they announced their names one by one. They were proud of their surname Xu. They would not hesitate to defend their honor, even if they were afraid of death.
Mr. Xu nodded with satisfaction, and a muddy but loud voice came from his throat.
"Are Xu's sons afraid?"
"Why be afraid? Kill him with one sword!"
This sentence has been passed down in the Xu family for thousands of years. It has been engraved in the bones of every descendant of the Xu family and hidden deep in their hearts.
Just like the Mo Dao passed down from generation to generation in their hands, it is indelible with time.
The idol of every descendant of the Xu family is their ancestors, who patrol the world with Mo Dao in their hands.
One sword can split the mountain, one sword can cut off the sea, one sword can make everyone in the world wear white clothes and plain clothes.
Why should the Xu family be afraid of him? Three thousand heads were chopped off with one sword.
In the peaceful and stable years, the knives in their hands have never been rusty, they are still extremely sharp and gleaming with cold light.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Mr. Xu laughed and said hello three times in a row.
The voice was loud and clear, not as muddy as before, not like the withering of a dying person.
There is something like a sword that never gets old and a hero that never gets old.
"In ancient times, our ancestors ruled the world with a sword."
"Now there are descendants who hold swords to defend the mountains and rivers!"
"The descendants will not dishonor the names of their forefathers! Happy! Happy!"
"Children of the Xu family, there is no need to be afraid of raising your voice in the face of a fierce battle! As an old man, I make an oath that I will live and die with the Xu family!"|
"All the deceased people enter the ancestral temple, enjoy incense and offerings, and sit on an equal footing with their ancestors!"
"All survivors are allowed to roam the world with a sword for three years without returning home!"
After Mr. Xu finished speaking, he turned around and returned to his room, leaving a group of Xu's children in front of the courtyard.
The eyes of the Xu family's children contain great fighting spirit and fanaticism.
Those who can enter the ancestral temple are without exception those who have made great contributions to the Xu family. In the peaceful and prosperous times, even the head of the Xu family was not qualified to enter the temple.
As for traveling around the world with a sword, only the next head of the Xu clan has this qualification. Normally, the descendants of the Xu clan can only stay in the Xu clan's territory all year round and go out to ask for the clan leader's approval.
And you can only stay for seven days when you go out to do a lot of things. You have to record what you do every day.
Looking at each other for a few times, apart from the rising fighting spirit, there is something else.
Perhaps they wish each other to survive this battle and to patrol the world together with swords.
There were no words, only the sound of swift footsteps and the sound of drawing a sword.
Mr. Xu opened the secret passage and looked at his great-grandson who was sleeping soundly inside. He wanted to reach out and touch his great-grandson's face, but he retracted his hand. He was afraid that his rough palm would touch his great-grandson's face and wake him up.
grandchildren.
After much thought, I finally placed the wooden knife that my father gave me when I was a child next to my great-grandson.
There are five characters engraved on the blade: The best sword in the world.
This was engraved on Mr. Xu when he was young. Even when he was young and touring the world, he would always wear it by his side.
"Xiao Tuantuan, you have to grow up quickly."
"This time, Grandpa may have to break his promise. Those ten gourd skewers don't count, they don't count."
Mr. Xu said to the sleeping Xu Tuan with a kind smile.
In a blink of an eye, his face became serious and he said respectfully
"A descendant of the Xu family, Xu Shanshen has met Xu Tuan, the head of the Xu family."
He bowed respectfully to the sleeping Xu Tuan, and wiped his neck with his left hand, which was shaped like a blade. This was the Xu family's highest etiquette standard, the throat-wiping ceremony, which showed endless loyalty to the Xu family.
The Xu family does not like the so-called scholarly etiquette of bending down and cupping hands.
They represent the heads of swords in the world, and the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. It would rather be broken than bent. Naturally, the backs of everyone in the Xu family are straight and not broken, just like their arrogance, they would rather be destroyed than bent.
Xu Shanshen slowly closed the door, then opened it and looked at Xu Tuan. There was reluctance in his eyes, and muddy tears flashed in his eyes.
Finally, he reluctantly closed the door to the secret passage.
Maybe this is the last time he sees his great-grandson, maybe he will be like bones and sand tomorrow.
I paced around, as if the blood in my legs was paralyzed.
When we walked to the knife rest, there were many gorgeous knives on the knife rest. There were daggers with hollow carvings that could only be played with. There were big knives with dragons and phoenixes carved on the backs. There were also steel knives that made people's hair stand on end.
Xu Shanshen's eyes looked up from the bottom, and stayed on the only sword with a scabbard at the top.
Xu Shanshen raised his hand, and the knife that was originally on the knife holder flew out of his hand.
If you look closely, you can see that the handle of the knife is carved with a beautiful begonia flower, while the scabbard is carved with branches of the flower. The flowers on the handle of the knife and the branches on the scabbard are blended together, as if they were made in nature.
Xu Shanshen stroked the scabbard, as if recalling the past.
Holding this [Evergreen] myself, I will try to see what my opponents in the world are like.
"Old man, how many years have I not used you?"
"If I count it carefully, it's been twenty years."
"I don't know, are you still sharp?"
Xu Shanshen pulled out the [Changchun]. The bright blade looked as if it had been taken out and wiped yesterday. The bright blade reflected Xu Shanshen's old face.
"Old, old."
"I wonder if I can still swing it?"
After Xu Shanshen finished speaking, he sheathed the sword before he could draw it out. The shadowless sword energy cut the sword frame in half in an instant.
Xu Shanshen laughed loudly, "It seems that my sword is still young and I can still fight."
Mr. Xu stood up, holding the [Evergreen] in his hand, as he did in the past, traveling around the world with a sword, high-spirited.
The withered white hair that was originally tied up with a hairband has been scattered on the back. He is dressed in white clothes. He holds a knife in his right hand. His aura is like a rainbow.
The killing screams outside the door came to my ears, just like before.