Chapter 368 The Millennium Sword Returns to the Box, and the Sword's Story Begins
"you!"
Wuwu's soul collapsed, his eyes stared at Mo Pinglan, and then at Gu Yusheng, with a look of reluctance and regret.
"I actually died at the hands of you ants, I hate it so much!"
Bang.
Wuwu's soul turned into light and shadow and disappeared. Mo leaned on the railing, still worried. He took out another fire talisman and ignited it with spiritual power, burning the area to ashes.
"This is your first time as a human being, and you still live with pride."
Although Mo Pianlan's face turned pale, he did not forget to pack up the trophies. He flashed his figure and put the Wuwu storage bag in his hand. He observed it with his spiritual consciousness for a while, and then smiled with satisfaction.
He turned back to look at Gu Yusheng who was still on the sword platform gathering Gengjin aura to quench the sword. The shock flashed in his eyes and he said loudly: "You don't have a share in this trophy."
At this time, Gu Yusheng saw Mo Pinglan finish the work for him, and suddenly became focused. He hid the soul of the earth in his sword. As the lines on the blade became clearer, hundreds of swordsmen gathered around the spiritual platform.
It was as if they had exhausted the last of their divine light and turned into ghosts one by one, about to disappear between heaven and earth.
Gu Yusheng looked at the tall figure standing upright again. The two looked at each other in the air. This moment seemed to have traveled through a thousand years of time and space.
The King's Sword that they guarded with their lives and souls was hidden in the box by Gu Yusheng. One of the three swords of the King's Sword that he had collected earlier also dissipated and was sealed in the Earth Soul Sword.
Gu Yusheng raised his finger, and another human sword appeared in his hand. He waved towards the sword pond, and a door to reincarnation opened. Different from the killing sword intent just now, the sword intent contained in the human sword was to protect.
This protective sword intention is in harmony with the souls of the swordsmen who have been sleeping in the yellow sand for thousands of years.
Those ghosts are rushing towards the world of reincarnation little by little. Whenever a ghost dissipates, the guarding sword intention in their souls will fall into Gu Yusheng's human sword.
"Are you finally free?"
The tall swordsman walked forward step by step, his soul shining brightly in front of the passage opened by Gu Yusheng with the Futian Sword Technique, like a sword that had been polished for thousands of years.
He looked back and his eyes fell on Gu Yusheng.
"We have met before."
"It's like I've never seen it before."
"The past is like smoke. Since you have been able to understand the way of guarding the sword that the world disdains to practice, then I, the sword guard, should help you."
After saying that, the swordsman raised his hand, and an emerald green jade slip flew out from the depths of his soul, floating in front of Gu Yusheng. Then, the guarding sword intention attached to his soul turned into wisps of starlight and sank into the human sword.
Within the body, take one step forward and enter reincarnation.
Woo woo woo.
The west wind blows the yellow sand, and deep in the fluttering yellow sand, the fragile souls of sword cultivators who have been sleeping for thousands of years seem to have traveled far away from home, had a big dream, and now their souls have returned to their hometown.
A rusty long sword sings a sad song in the west wind. The years are like the mottled gravel in the yellow sand, and like the broken bronze mirror, which has dissipated with the smoke and dust over the years.
The door that Gu Yusheng opened with his sword shone like stars over time, and the faces that had gone through many vicissitudes of life were like the rings of growth in life.
The rivers and lakes sigh a lot, eternal life is just a handful of loess. In the long river of time, those magnificent sword cultivators are as insignificant as grains of dust.
Opening the history books, no one has ever written down a single word about them.
And this yellow sand has indeed buried countless living beings.
A sword that has traveled through thousands of years.
It is now hidden in the box.
The story of the sword.
It seems like a new beginning.
I don’t know when.
Three figures were already standing beside Gu Yusheng.
Don’t lean on the fence, Su Shouzhuo, Qu Lianghong.
The door to reincarnation is closing little by little.
Gu Yusheng twisted the copper coin in his palm and threw it towards the door.
If there is a soul ferry in the world.
Gu Yusheng hoped to help them board the ship.
The soul has returned.
The yellow sand is long.
"This desolate world actually has its own unique scenery."
Mo leaned on the railing and sighed, but he coughed violently.
Gu Yusheng turned around.
Mo leaned on the railing and waved his hand gently.
"It's okay, I just used a secret technique and rested for a while." As he said that, Mo Pinglan raised the storage bag he had snatched from a cultivator in the upper world.
I’ll share it when I have time.”
"Just divide it between the three of you."
Gu Yusheng looked at the yellow sand around him.
Scratched his head.
"How are we going to get out?"
Gu Yusheng's question made Mo Pinglan, Qu Lianghong and Su Shouzhuo look at each other in confusion.
"Of course I'm going out."
Don't lean on the fence and wonder.
"Is it impossible for you to walk through this desert?"
Gu Yusheng shook his head.
"Maybe I got lost in my dream."
"don't know."
Mo leaned on the railing and took off a scarf from Qu Lianghong's bun, twisted it on his fingertips and let the wind blow.
"what?"
Qu Lianghong lost a knife and was in a bad mood.
Mo leaned on the railing and said cheerfully: "Follow the direction of the wind, and you'll be right ahead."
After that, he strode forward.
Qu Lianghong chased after Mo Pinglan, his hair flying wildly, and the two of them were fighting and quarreling.
Gu Yusheng stood there, recalling what Mo Pinglan had just said, and a different emotion arose in his heart. When did he start to become confused? In the days when he was chasing the wind with a sword in Qingpingzhou, he was not as confused as he is now.
What messes up your heart?
Gu Yusheng began to reflect on himself.
Maybe.
It's time to stop and take a good rest.
Su Shouzhuo on the side was also thoughtful, and said to Gu Yusheng: "Brother Mo has become a lot more open-minded since he met you. In the past, when he was in the Holy Academy, he often wandered around in the world while practicing, and was asked to leave the school for many times.
Now, it’s hard to figure out what he is now.”
Gu Yusheng hesitated and kept a distance from Mo Pinglan, so that he could play with Qu Lianghong.
After walking for a while, Gu Yusheng said to Su Shouzhuo: "Brother Su, since Fang Yuan appeared in Lucheng, you seem to have been hiding something in your heart. This is not like you usual."
Su Shouzhuo held the fan that Gu Yusheng had repaired for him in his hand, and walked in silence for a while. He suddenly stopped, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "I actually wanted to walk a road alone, but there was nothing wrong with me."
It’s something on my mind, but I…”
"Then go."
Gu Yusheng patted Su Shouzhuo on the shoulder.
"The friendship between us does not exist only when we are together. The world outside is vast, and the world here is also worth walking alone."
"I see."
Su Shouzhuo cupped his hands towards Gu Yusheng, turned around and walked in the other direction.
His back walked farther and farther in the yellow sand.
Only when it turned into a black dot did Gu Yusheng continue to move forward.
I followed the wind for a long, long time.
It got dark.
At the end of the yellow sand, there are broken eaves and broken walls.
An ancient inn is looming.
Mo stood on the edge of the coarse sand and gravel, stopped, and waited for Gu Yusheng to approach before he said: "Brother Su is famous when he is young. He is a famous swordsman and ranger in Tingzhou. He likes to rob the rich and give to the poor. His father is an agent of the imperial court.
One night, someone saw his father die under his sword. People there thought he was unfilial by killing his father, and he became a gangster from then on."
"When I checked the information on Tingzhou a few days ago, I found that there was an exotic treasure in Tingzhou. I thought it was Fang Yuan from Penglai who went to Tingzhou. Maybe there is a truth hidden behind it."
"He went to seek revenge from Fang Yuan?"
Gu Yusheng frowned and turned back subconsciously, trying to find Su Shouzhuo.
"Forget it, he doesn't want to implicate us." Mo Pinglan looked complicated, "Brother Gu, Liang Hong and I walked north at night. Over there is the Northern Cold Land, and there should be a place where swords are made. You wait here for Su
Brother, we will be back within three days. If we don't come back, you can leave alone without waiting for me."
Speaking of which.
Mo was leaning on the railing and suddenly thought of something. With a flash of light in his palm, he took out a food box and handed it to Gu Yusheng.
"Wan Yun made this. I almost forgot to give it to you. Brother Gu, this ruin is full of weirdness. You have to be careful."
After Mo Leanlan said this, he pulled Qu Lianghong and fled far away.
Gu Yusheng twisted the food box in his hand and felt warm and a little strange at the same time.
"Brother Mo, after Wan Yun entered the ruins, do you know where she went?"
"I don't know, but don't worry, Wan Yun has a lot of tricks at her side, and nothing will happen to her. On the contrary, you should be careful of those guys in the upper world. They might have some back-up plans and leave."
Mo leaned on the railing and launched his spiritual boat, carrying Qu Lianghong and sailing northward, quickly disappearing under the dusk star field.
Gu Yusheng stopped for a moment and walked alone towards the ancient inn with a yellow roof and a broken wall in front of him. He entered the ruins, was injured, fell into a dream, and fought with people from the upper world.
, and if he sacrifices his soul to the sword again, he will be exhausted already.
He just wanted to find a place to rest for a night.
It was getting dark.
The earth fell into silence.
On a spiritual boat in the north.
Qu Lianghong, who was standing on the deck, suddenly said: "Don't lean on the railing, you lied."
"What?"
"Do you really think I can't tell?" Qu Lianghong looked puzzled, "You lied to Gu Yusheng, why did you lie? Did you want to harm him?"
"no."
Don't lean on the railing and shake your head.
"I'm just in a dilemma."
"Is it Mo Wanyun?" Qu Lianghong looked surprised, "She...why did she do this?"
"I don't know either."
Mo Leanlan, who was facing the bright sunshine, felt a little downcast at this moment, and his whole person looked extremely decadent.
"I only know that sister Wanyun will not harm Gu Yusheng. She must have her own reasons for doing this..."
"Actually, there are some things that I don't quite understand. For example, twenty years ago, my uncle came back in despair. He was drunk and dreaming all day long, becoming a philistine and decadent. Also, five years ago, my grandfather went to Qingyunmen to copy the saints.
Shu, why did you bring Wanyun with you, and why did you appear in Tianyao City later?"
Mo Pinglan pressed his temples with his hands and was silent for a moment. He glanced sideways and whispered: "Liang Hong, do you know that when grandpa came back from Tianyao City, it was not the people from the Holy Court who took him back, but him himself."
"this?"
Qu Lianghong's eyes widened.
"Your grandfather received courtesy from the demon clan? No, this is unlikely. By the way, I remember that Miss Mo was brought back by your grandfather from the border between Xianhuzhou and Dahuang. Could it be...how is this possible? If so.
, wouldn’t it mean that the entire Holy Court would be implicated..."