Ao Changkong spoke again, interrupting Shen Jian's thoughts.
Before Shen Jian could react, Ao Changkong said, "I can't hold on for much longer. Listen to me!"
"First of all, after today you immediately quit the Sword Sect and stay away from the northwest. Remember not to think about revenge, let alone provoke Lin Xiao again."
"You can't offend him. As long as you don't cause trouble for him, he won't argue with you anymore."
Hearing this, Shen Jian's expression suddenly changed, and his hands immediately clenched into fists.
Even though his nails had penetrated deeply into his palms and bright red blood slid down between his fingers, he didn't seem to notice.
Ao Changkong continued: "When I fought with Lin Xiao, I lost to him. It was not a grudge. This matter is over!"
"Also, you should have mastered the first five moves of Dahe Sword Technique by now, right?"
Shen Jian immediately said: "Yes, Master!"
"Your swordsmanship talent is higher than anyone else in the Sword Sect, but I haven't taught you the sixth move of Dahe Swordsmanship for a long time. Do you know the reason?"
Ao Changkong said slowly.
Shen Jian was silent. He always felt that he could already start practicing the sixth sword of Dahe Sword Technique.
But Ao Changkong has not taught him the sixth sword for a long time, which makes Shen Jian feel helpless.
"I was a little confused before, but after seeing the power of Master you using the Sixth Sword today, I know that my current strength is not enough to control the Sixth Sword."
Shen Jian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
At this point, his clenched fists have slowly loosened, but there is still bright red blood dripping from his palms.
"As long as you understand... I have already drawn the Sixth Sword into a book and placed it in the secret room at the bottom of the third underground floor of the Sword Sect."
"With Lin Xiao's strength, I'm afraid he won't care about my Dahe Sword Technique. You can take it away when you leave the Sword Sect."
"Remember not to cause trouble for Lin Xiao, let alone think about revenge for me... pass on our swordsmanship, and don't let the world forget that there was Ao Changkong in the northwest..."
At the end, Ao Changkong's voice became weaker and weaker.
The moment the words fell, Ao Changkong became silent.
A legendary figure in northwest martial arts has passed away!
"Master!"
Shen Jian looked up to the sky and roared.
Then he suddenly knelt down in front of Ao Changkong.
"Bang bang bang!"
He kowtowed three times in a row. When he raised his head, his forehead was already covered with blood.
Two lines of clear tears fell down his cheeks. Shen Jian, who had never flinched even when facing a strong enemy, was crying like a child at this moment.
Looking at the haggard and voiceless old man in front of him, Shen Jian's eyes were blurred by tears.
In a daze, he seemed to see the scene where he had just worshiped Aochangkong as a child, holding a wooden sword and practicing swordsmanship under a peach tree.
"Master... I will definitely keep your words in mind."
"The Dahe Sword Technique will be passed on by my disciples!"
Shen Jian said with a trembling voice.
This movement naturally attracted the attention of others.
Due to the intimidation of Lin Xiao, the most powerful person, no one of the many great masters present dared to escape. They could only cooperate with the sect alliance honestly, join the sect alliance, and become a vassal or a member of the sect alliance.