Chapter 2357 Take a step forward

Lin Ye was silent for a moment when he heard Mo Wentian's words, then nodded: "I understand what you mean."

Mo Wentian's words were persuading him to not bear the so-called son of prophecy and think that he carries the expectations of everyone in the Immortal Continent.

He is him. Even if he doesn't appear, the Continent of Immortals will have to bear the seriousness of his destiny.

If everyone's eyes were turned to him because of his appearance and forgot his responsibilities, then I'm afraid that from now on, no one in the Yinxian Continent will be qualified to ascend.

It has been a very stupid act from ancient times to the present to pin your own destiny.

Seeing that Lin Ye understood what he said, Mo Wentian nodded gently, as if he wanted to raise his hand, but he had no strength.

"This sword... has been with me for nearly two hundred years..."

Lin Ye looked at the sword in his hand. After the immortal power disappeared, the white light on the sword also became dim, and the whole body showed a very clean metallic luster.

But Lin Ye could see that a trace of rust had appeared on the blade of the sword.

It seems that this sword has long recognized its master, and even has a deep bond with the old man.

As the old man lost his vitality, the sword also lost his sword heart and sealed himself up in a decayed way.

This is true for many spirited swords. Before they meet their identified masters, they either look ordinary or look shabby.

Only when a suitable person appears and is recognized by them will they show their own brilliance and strength.

This sword is about to be covered with dust now.

Lin Ye knew that the old man wanted to look at the sword again, so he helped him pick up the sword and sent it to Mo Wentian.

At this time, a strange light appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes, which had gradually withered, and even tears were flowing in it.

For Mo Wentian, life and death may no longer matter.

"Living too long is sometimes not a good thing. Watching familiar people go away one by one, watching friends fighting side by side say goodbye one by one, when you find that there is no one around you who can drink and talk, then the most important thing in this world is

The lonely thing has come, and then you will feel that you are the only one left in this world..."

Mo Wentian looked at the sword and murmured to himself.

A different kind of brilliance flashed in his eyes, as if the past was like a lantern, slowly passing by his eyes.

If the old man who had not been closed to the mountain in Qixuan Sect would probably remember that when he was young, Mo Wentian became much more withdrawn after attending the funeral of his close friend, and rarely

Show up in front of others again.

Most of the time, he would sit alone on the top of the mountain that belongs to him, drinking alone, watching the clouds roll and unfold. Sometimes he would never say a word to anyone for a year or two.

The Qixuan Sect does not care about worldly affairs, so when there is no major event, no one dares to go up to disturb him.

The old man is always so lonely and increasingly desolate.

After reaching the peak of Kongjing, Mo Wentian's appearance would have begun to stop aging, and even showed signs of returning to nature. He would never look as old as before.

But when he started a few decades ago, his appearance, which had already stopped aging, began to change.

His hair turned white overnight. His realm was becoming more and more stable and powerful, but his body was aging visible to the naked eye.

No one knows why, but only Mo Wentian understands it himself.

The heart is old, how can the body not decline?

Now that death is approaching, his withered heart seems to be alive again. The wrinkles on his face have begun to stretch, and there are signs of returning to nature again.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Mo Wentian stroked the sword in his hand: "Finally, I'm going to see those old guys, and I don't know what they are doing now? In the past, I was not as good as them, but now I have a good alcohol tolerance.

I am afraid that the entire Wangxian City will be invincible again. This time I encounter it, I must have a good meal with them and scare them!”

“Master…”

An Jiuxiao had already cried so hard that he couldn't even say a decent word.

Everyone can see that Mo Wentian has come to an end.

Not to mention him, even some disciples outside the Qixuan Sect were infected by the current atmosphere and burst into tears.

Cui Muchang had tears in his eyes, and couldn't bear to look at it again, so he turned his head away.

Even a man as hard as Hanchuan had a slightly red eye and he stood by silently.

But Mo Wentian's face turned red, and he laughed very happily, and even laughed loudly, with tears in his eyes.

But his tears were not because of sadness, but because of happiness and release.

Finally, his eyes became nostalgic and fell on the sword in his hand: "Jiyi, old man, you have followed me... for more than a hundred years, right?"

The withered hands stroked the sword body, as if stroking the face of a close friend.

Jiyi Jian suddenly lit up a glimmer of light, as if responding to his words.

And surprisingly, a figure slowly floated above Jiyi Sword, and a beautiful woman's face appeared in the white light.

The woman had no expression on her face, but she reached out to Mo Wentian and covered the back of her hand: "One hundred and seventy-year."

"So we've known each other for so long..."

Seeing the woman appear, even Lin Ye was a little surprised: "Sword Spirit."

The ability to let the sword spirit appear shows that Mo Wentian has already achieved the unity of man and sword. The extremely easy sword in his hand is no longer a weapon, but a comrade-in-arms who fought side by side with him.

When the people around him saw the sword spirit appear, they all showed surprise eyes, which was very unbelievable.

But Mo Wentian seemed very peaceful and smiled and said, "I thought you should be a man, but I didn't expect you to be such a beautiful woman. For more than a hundred years, you have not been disappointed in my hands...

"arrive

The woman patted his hands expressionlessly, and a little rust appeared on her fair hands: "You are very good. I have been living a comfortable life for more than a hundred years."

If anyone in the world knows the best, it will be this woman.

She is the only one who has accompanied Mo Wentian through countless long years, and she is also the only one who can leave concerns in the world when Mo Wentian is dying.

"That's good, that's good..."

Mo Wentian smiled with relief: "I know you are here to send me off. Old man, I'm leaving. You will be the only one left in this world in the future. If possible, I hope...
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