"Why? You want to know if you can't figure it out on your own?" Ling Chuxi said.
"How about I beg you?" Liang Jinhuai said with a smile.
"Let's talk about it later." Ling Chuxi became even more curious. This is not like Young Master Liang's character. He can actually lower his posture and ask for help? What is it that makes him so tempted?
"Okay, we're here." Liang Yunru interrupted the two of them and said with some excitement.
After turning a corner, a piece of silver light shone brightly, so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
"What...what is this?" When she saw the scene in front of her clearly, Ling Chuxi was so shocked that she even stuttered when speaking.
Seeing Liang Yunru's mysterious expression and Liang Jinhuai's rare low profile before, Ling Chuxi had already guessed that the place they were going to was unusual and was mentally prepared. However, when she actually saw it, she was still severely
It was a severe shock.
In front of me, there is a huge mirror with a height of one hundred feet, which clearly reflects the reflections of several people. If you look closely, it should be a crystal buried deep in the ground.
Ling Chuxi had seen crystals before, but this was the first time for Ling Chuxi to see such a huge crystal. There was no impurity inside, it was as clear as transparency, and there was no trace on the surface.
The most incredible thing is that inside the crystal, thousands of long swords are crisscrossed and piled up to form a mountain of swords. The dazzling light just now is transmitted from these long swords.
These long swords are simple and beautiful in style. Even through the crystal, Ling Chuxi can feel the ancient meaning in them. There is no doubt that these swords are all ancient swords that are hard to find. Any one of them
, it will cause an uproar if you take it out.
However, how could so many ancient swords be sealed in this huge crystal?
Countless Dawson's cold and ruthless sword lights crisscross and blur the light and shadow, giving people a sense of solemnity and sadness, like a sword tomb.
"What is this?" Ling Chuxi calmed down from the shock and asked.
"This is called Wenjian Jingxin. It is the foundation of our Jingan City, which can also be said to be the foundation of Jinganyuan. The Zhuo family has tried their best to capture Jingan City because of it." Liang Yunru said leisurely.
From the moment she came here, she seemed to have changed. She no longer had the usual briskness and hotness in her body. She became quieter, and her face showed a warmth that Ling Chuxi had never seen before.
She has never seen such an expression on her biological son.
"Ask Jian Jingxin, is this good for strength and cultivation?" Ling Chuxi focused all her attention on those ancient swords, not noticing the change in Liang Yunru's expression, and asked tentatively.
With so many ancient swords piled up together, it is easy to think of cultivation, and the Zhuo family probably did not seize Jingan City to sell these swords for money.
"You can say that." Liang Yunru smiled, glanced at Ling Chuxi, nodded and then said, "Wenjian Jingxin, also called the sword tomb, is the place where countless ancient masters buried their swords." At this point, Liang Yunru recovered again.
Normally, he blinked at Ling Chuxi mysteriously.
"What the city lord means is that their martial arts secrets are buried here?" Ling Chuxi reacted immediately and asked in surprise.
As a warrior, you should cherish your sword as much as your life. Since those ancient masters even left their swords here, the martial arts secrets they have practiced throughout their lives will certainly not be an exception.