In the memory obtained by Su Xuan, Jian Beichen lived in Chang'an Jiancheng for a long time.
The small courtyard in front of him is where he lives.
There is only one person in Chang'an Jiancheng who knows this.
When Jian Beichen came here, he was extremely low-key.
Thinking of this, Su Xuan felt a pain in his head.
That person... Jian Beichen seemed to admire, admire and trust him very much! When Su Xuan came, he never thought that he would get into unnecessary trouble and danger.
However, his memory was patchy and Su Xuan couldn't remember who it was.
But in the end, Su Xuan came.
Escape is a cowardly act! Now that he has admitted that he is Jian Beichen, Su Xuan will only keep moving forward and will not take a step back.
The mystery of his life experience must be peeled off layer by layer.
Su Xuan was not in a hurry and could not remember this matter.
At this moment, he was looking at the ancient pines beside the small courtyard, looking in a daze.
Planting ancient pine trees in front of the yard is obviously not a custom or rule.
This was purely because Jian Beichen felt that something was missing, so he planted two ancient pine trees.
The reason...it's just that the old man who took the initiative to enter the sword prison and did not know life or death once taught him that swordsmen are like pine trees, standing on high mountains and unyielding.
Thinking of this, Su Xuan felt a stab of pain in his heart again.
The master he called his whole life was, after all, the person he would feel sad when he thought of.
Normally, Su Xuan could only suppress it in his heart, not thinking about it or thinking about it.
Stand for a long time.
Yu Xiaoqing urged impatiently.
"Why can't this door be opened?"
She yelled and started calling Mr. Su Xuan.
She, Yu Xiaoqing, was like a thousand-year-old demon who had become a spirit. Of course she would not be stupid enough to call Su Xuan's real name in public.
"If this door is not destroyed, only I can open it."
Su Xuan said softly, stretched out his hand and pushed it gently.
"Creak."
The door opened.
This is a sword gate, a sword gate that belongs exclusively to Jian Beichen! When the sword gate was destroyed, the small courtyard was also destroyed.
In that life, he always liked to tinker with these gadgets. He was optimistic and heroic, unlike the cold and indifferent person in this life.
Thinking of this, Su Xuan smiled inexplicably.
People always change.
Even if things don't change in one life, they will eventually change in the next.
The courtyard is elegant.
Even after many years, it is still spotless.
Among them are the sword washing pool, the sword training platform, the sword casting workshop, and the sword enlightenment pavilion.
Everywhere there is a small stone monument standing with the name.
"Wash away the glitz and dust from the sword."
The sword-washing pool is dense, with wisps of sword energy flowing in it.
From Su Xuan's point of view at this moment, it is also extremely extraordinary. He can temper the physical body and clean the spiritual sword extremely well.
And the sword training platform.
"The master of the sword kills, but if he has the righteousness of the common people in his heart, he can also be kind and righteous while wielding the sword."
There are broken swords stuck on the sword training platform, with powerful sword intent flowing in them.
Those were all swords that Jian Beichen practiced to break. They were not in line with the righteousness in his heart, so he broke them.
But at the end, the sword is clean and the sword's intention is bright.
To the end of the training, Jian Beichen undoubtedly understood the sword of justice for the common people.
Sword Forging Workshop.
"A man should forge a sword for himself and carry it to the end of the world."
Su Xuan whispered.
There is no memory of these. Su Xuan only vaguely recalled some of them when he came in.
But he knew that in that life, he longed for a free and carefree life with one sword to dominate the world.
Hold the sword you forged, and draw the sword when the road is rough! There is also the final Sword Enlightenment Pavilion.
There are two futons there, soft and full of sword energy.
"If you cannot understand the sword in your hand in this life, there is no reason to use the sword again.
My sword, Beichen's sword, is for my own sake and for the sake of all living beings."
Under the futon, there is a line of small words engraved.
Su Xuan's fingertips traced it, and his eyes trembled.
In that life, he had the most sincere and passionate faith in the sword! It was precisely because of this that he, with his mediocre to useless qualifications, eventually became the strongest sword robe in the Sword Sect's history, unparalleled in the world.
"I used to be so dazzling and enviable."
Su Xuan murmured and sat down in Wujian Pavilion.
He looked at the small courtyard and into the distance, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
Hundreds of years passed.
He had the illusion of dreaming back to Jian Beichen's days.
Not far away, Chen Xiaowan and the others did not disturb Su Xuan.
The noisy Yu Xiaoqing just looked at the small courtyard to herself.
Her eyes lit up.
"Now I declare that this place is mine."
She laughed.
"Sister Xiaoqing, this is your husband's."
Chen Xiaowan reminded.
"What's yours is mine."
Yu Xiaoqing hugged Chen Xiaowan.
"But..." Chen Xiaowan hesitated.
"It's yours too."
Yu Xiaoqing said again.
"Oh well."
Chen Xiaowan immediately nodded crisply.
The concubine looked on, her mouth twitching.
Chen Xiaowan has definitely been led astray.
But she didn't pay much attention, but looked at Su Xuan.
Su Xuan felt a little strange to her at this moment.
Just like Su Xuan took off his cool coat, revealing the softness of his heart, making people full of pity.
The concubine felt that Su Xuan was sad at this moment, but also the most real.
Underneath the domineering ferocity of the man in front of him, there were too many emotions that others could not touch.
And this time.
Yu Xiaoqing and Chen Xiaowan had already walked out of the small courtyard in a hurry, and they got a door plaque from somewhere.
The two little guys scribbled on it, wrote a line of words, and hung it up.
It says...Mr. Xiao Wanhe's home.
And... the territory of beautiful Yu Xiaoqing! It’s crooked and has a smiling face painted on the side.
That look...not to mention how coquettish.
As soon as a young man carrying a wooden sword passed by, he looked at him and his body suddenly trembled.
"I'll go, so cheap."
He was stunned for a moment. He had never seen such a long and coquettish name for a courtyard in his life.
The boy with the wooden sword stayed there for a long time before walking into the side yard.
"This courtyard is very weird. I haven't seen anyone come to Jiancheng for several years. What's the reason?"
The wooden sword boy sat cross-legged in his yard, thinking about his neighbor.
...the next few days.
Su Xuan stayed in the yard the whole time.
He came to Chang'an Sword City. Firstly, he wanted to see the Lingxiao Sword. Secondly, he wanted to practice in a low-key manner for a period of time to lay the foundation for the cultivation of good and evil. Thirdly, the two paths of good and evil were tilted, and the evil had begun to suppress the good.
As for the evil path, he mainly focuses on the method of immortality and immortality.
The righteous path is dominated by swords! Now three evil-sealing swords have been broken, and the remaining seven are slowly being broken open at a speed beyond Su Xuan's imagination.
Su Xuan had benefited greatly from the Jinge Hall in the Seventh Tomb of the Evil Sect.
Somehow, the evil body was able to take the initiative to break the Feng Xie Sword.
The evil sealing sword also withered, allowing the evil body to break through.
Su Xuan thought that even if he didn't do anything, the evil body would be completely opened in the next few years.
In this regard, Su Xuan could only improve his righteous cultivation as quickly as possible.
Chang'an Sword City is a very good place for Su Xuan, who mainly practices swordsmanship.
"This is a sword cultivation place older than the Shanhe Sword Sect. The aura of this place is bright and upright. It is just suitable for cultivating my heroic will and suppressing the heroic will.
Moreover, the sword energy here is mighty, and the Lingxiao Sword is here, which will help improve my swordsmanship."
Su Xuan thought that the small courtyard he left behind in his previous life was enough for him to digest and comprehend for a while.
As for the Lingxiao Sword, there is no rush.
This day.
In front of the small courtyard.
Chen Xiaowan eats a bunch of candied haws.
Yu Xiaoqing's candied haws on ice with spiritual iron, crunchy and crunchy.
The two little guys had a great time eating.
The wooden sword boy from the side yard came out and was shocked when he saw Yu Xiaoqing's candied haws with spiritual iron.
"This girl is so fierce."
Hearing the sound of Yu Xiaoqing's teeth rubbing against the spiritual iron, the wooden sword boy felt a toothache.