The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen continents!
This is one person’s myth, and it is also the only myth in this world!
However, myths always remain high in the clouds and are illusory.
The man who lives in mythology is, after all, still a human being, not a god, even though others call him the God of Swords!
But the invincible sword god is tired of the loneliness, emptiness and boredom of being a god.
He wanted to know the other side of himself, the human side.
From then on, under Cuiyun Peak and in front of Green Water Lake, the third young master of Shenjian Villa died.
There is a prodigal son named Aji in this world. He is in rags and has only thirty-two coins left on him.
He had just escaped from a brothel.
There were seven or eight cuts on his body, and the wounds had just scabbed over.
Such a down-and-out man met another person who was even more down-and-out than him.
The man was lying in the wet and dirty mud. His silk brocade clothes were gorgeous, but when stained with mud, he looked very miserable.
There was a scar on his chest. Aji only took one look and knew it was a sword mark. People who could leave such sword marks were rarely faced even when he was the third young master.
The man in the mud was still breathing, and his chest was still heaving.
To be hit by such a sword mark and still survive is enough to show that this man is very powerful. If he is not injured, he should be enough to become the third young master's opponent.
Aji felt that he should save this man, but he also felt that he no longer belonged to the world, he was no longer the third young master, he was just useless Aji.
Before leaving, he put sixteen coins in the man's hand.
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Xu Yin sat up from the mud. When he opened his hand, he found that more than a dozen copper plates had fallen.
How could he see a mere dozen copper coins? The first thing he did when he woke up was to look at his chest.
This place was originally penetrated by the little old man's killing sword. If it had been his heyday, the little old man's sword would not have been able to do anything to him.
He smiled silently, thinking that there was no point in thinking about it.
Now he was saved by the ancient bronze sword again, but this time it seemed that he paid a price.
He found that his heart... was missing!
He can't feel his pulse or body temperature. He feels like a corpse now!
The ancient bronze sword in the body has become somewhat illusory, no longer as solid as it was at the beginning, and seems to disappear at any time.
A line of numbers appeared on the sword: 365!
This is the only life he has left, only one year!
Xu Yin, who has lived for three lives, has experienced joys and sorrows, birth, old age, illness and death. Originally, he had a very open mind about death. Otherwise, when he was seeking revenge in the last world, he would not have plunged into it knowing that there was a dead end ahead.
But when he found out that he could only live for one year, the feeling of seeing death getting closer and closer made him feel a sense of panic.
At this time, Xu Yin realized that those who are not afraid of death are not really not afraid of death. Either they are not about to die, or they are holding on for a breath and cannot feel fear under the excitement of emotion.
When everything calms down, it is human nature to fear death.
He pushed himself up from the mud and stood up unsteadily, holding on to the wall next to him to barely prevent himself from falling.
There was a slight fluctuation in the ancient bronze sword in his body. It replaced the function of his heart and caused his blood to start flowing again.
Presumably after losing his heart, this sword has been maintaining his life. If the energy in the ancient sword completely disappears, then the time of death will naturally come.
Xu Yin wanted to eat. He remembered that one of his abilities was that no matter how injured he was, he could recover quickly as long as he received adequate nutrition.
Maybe if you eat enough, you might be able to grow a heart back.
He touched his body and found that he didn't have a tael of silver.
When he was bathing and changing clothes in Prince Taiping's Mansion, his money was also left there.
Xu Yin gave a bitter smile and could only carefully pick up the sixteen copper coins that fell on the ground. Although he didn't know which kindhearted person left them for him, it did solve his urgent need.
Otherwise, with Xu Yin's current situation, even robbing and stealing would not be that easy.
Sixteen cents, as long as the prices in this world are not too outrageous, is enough for Xu Yin to have a full meal.
When you are full, you will have strength, and when you have strength, you will find various ways to make more money.
I bought four thick-wheat steamed buns for 16 cents. These steamed buns felt like they had not been fermented, and they were hard and hard to swallow.
Xu Yin drank raw water and forced himself to finish the four steamed buns. Then he hid in a sunny place, threw away his clothes, covered his face with grass, and lay down like a beggar.
Bask in the sun.
In fact, he rests in Zifu and circulates his innate true energy to assist in healing.
These four steamed buns did not make him grow a heart again, but they allowed him to recover most of his injuries. The sword mark on his chest had faded a lot, and many granulations had grown in the wound, which gave him a certain degree of strength.
strength.
While he was lying there basking in the sun, someone actually threw a few copper coins into him.
Xu Yin continued to eat steamed buns until the injury on his chest had completely recovered.
His business as a beggar is quite good, which naturally arouses dissatisfaction from other local beggars.
At dusk, seven or eight beggars surrounded him.
But Xu Yin is a sword demon, not a useless Aji. In the end, these seven or eight beggars gave all the money they had to Xu Yin, and they were very grateful to Xu Yin for being merciful and not beating them to disability.
This allowed him to buy a decent pair of coarse cloth clothes, and also allowed him to take a good bath in the bathhouse and rinse his whole body.
It also allows him to stay in a relatively clean inn and quietly think about the next road.
Xu Yin now knew that he could never regain his lost heart by eating alone. He must do something to save his life.
He couldn't find the answer. Maybe the answer lies in this ancient bronze sword.
The ancient sword is projected, and spiritual thoughts are gathered on it.
The ancient sword has a spirit, and it also wants to live. If the host dies, it must die.
Therefore, a few of the originally incomprehensible inscriptions were twisted into ancient seal scripts that Xu Yin could understand.
"Kenshin?"
He looked at these two words, fell into deep thought, and thought to himself: "The sword intention I have is unparalleled in the world, how can I have no sword heart?
Isn't Kenshin an abstract concept? Can it turn into some kind of concrete existence? Can it replace my heart and give me a second life?
So, where should I find the sword’s heart?”
Another prompt came from the ancient sword: "When the dead sword turns into a living sword, the sword's heart will grow on its own."
This prompted Xu Yin to cherish words like gold. Xu Yin pressed the question again with his mind, but still could not get any answer.
He only knows that in his last year, he should find a way to turn the dead sword into a living sword!