In the small house in the north courtyard, Yun Que's figure was bathed in the moonlight, sitting cross-legged on the couch motionless.
Within the sea of consciousness, beside the sword river.
Yun Que was sitting quietly by the river, looking at the dark and winding river.
In the distance, the tall body of the blind snake was coiled into a snake formation, always on guard against the incoming sword energy.
There was something strange about Blind Snake today. The guy who usually practiced swordplay all night long was surprisingly quiet today.
Is this kid out of strength?
Or am I a useless target?
Thinking of this, the blind snake was startled and stared at the man in black in the air with its non-existent eyes.
Yun Que's soul was nothing to it, he was just a kid in the Qi Refining Realm, and he could devour it in one bite at the level of a blind snake.
What it is afraid of is the black-clad Kong Ming, the strange sword soul, and the terrifying Wangchuan Sword River.
Amidst the turbulent waves, the blind snake's huge body gradually shrank.
"Uncle, does every sword spirit have its own past?"
Yun Que silently watched the countless sword souls rising and falling in the river. He didn't seem to be asking, but more like asking and answering himself: "Like a meteor in the sky, it flashes once and then disappears."
The first sword boy made him feel the shortness of life.
Yun Que's eyes showed confusion and he murmured:
"Why do these sword souls exist here and where are they going? I can feel their obsession, but I don't know what they are obsessed with."
The black clothes swayed in mid-air, and Kong Su whispered: "A hundred birds follow the phoenix, and all the beasts follow the dragon. The reason why these sword souls gather here is because of the attraction of the sword's intention."
"Nine Tribulations Sword, the sword intention of the dead uncle?" Yun Que said.
"The sword's intention does not come from the sword, but from the person who uses the sword." Kong Su's answer was a bit obscure, but Yun Que understood it instantly.
"Qingyun Sword Immortal...the sword spirit of our ancestors attracted the sword souls in the world, so the Forgotten Sword River was created." Yun Que still had confusion in his eyes. He understood the formation of the sword river, but he didn't understand the sword soul.
obsession.
"A sword is born in flames, quenched in cold water, undergoes countless hammering and polishing, and finally takes shape. It kills the enemy in the blood, shines between heaven and earth, and finally breaks on the battlefield. This is the life of the sword."
Kong Sui's voice was very low, with a sense of desolation.
"The life of the sword..." Yun Fuxing fell into deep thought and was speechless for a long time, immersed in the eternal night before enlightenment.
Kong Su seemed to notice Yun Que's state, and whispered quietly:
"Swords are inherently dangerous, and they are born to be weapons of killing. They are born warriors, and they should die on the battlefield. As long as they die in the scabbard, it doesn't matter if they are shattered to pieces."
Although Kong Nuan's voice was low, it had a sharp and soaring force that made people's hearts surge.
"The greatest shame is the rusty scabbard... I understand Uncle Dead."
Yun Que stood up slowly, stood on the bank of the Jian River, raised his right hand and pointed at the Jian River, and shouted proudly: "My way of swordsmanship is to move forward indomitably!"
Roaring masterpiece!!!
Countless black shadows rise and fall in the sword river, and the sword intent rises!
That's a resonance.
The resonance with Yun Que's sword intent.
At this moment, Yun Que's slight regret about the disappearance of the young man with the first sword soul completely dissipated, and there were no more distracting thoughts in his heart, only the pure concentration of sword intent.
He raised his two fingers together and pointed towards Jianhe.
As the water splashed, a sword soul was taken out by Yun Que, and formed into a heavy sword after taking it.
The appearance of this sword is very rough and has not been polished at all. It is like a piece of stone cut into the outline of the sword, giving it a rough feeling.
While holding the heavy sword, Yun Que felt the memory of the sword's soul.
He saw Jian Po's past life.
It was a strange man running in the forest. He had a strong body and a ferocious appearance. He was twice as tall as an ordinary human being and could fight fierce beasts.
One day, the stranger encountered a powerful enemy, a strong black bear.
He fought with the black bear for a long time, and in the end both were injured. The black bear had an eye gouged out, and the stranger had an arm torn off.
The one-armed stranger was left, his combat power was greatly reduced, and he was gradually isolated from the tribe. He changed from the main force of hunting to a burden that often starved.
With one hand, he couldn't even defeat a wolf.
Undeterred, he began to cut down trees and used tree trunks to make weapons, and finally he was able to kill the wolf.
However, weapons made of tree trunks cannot defeat tigers, let alone black bears.
So he tied the stone to the tree trunk to form a sledgehammer. As long as he practiced hard, he could smash the tiger's head open with one hammer.
The stranger practiced hard for a long time, and finally used the weapon he made to kill the black bear that bit off his arm.
He finally gained recognition from his tribe and became the strongest one-armed hunter.
Due to the bravery of the one-armed stranger, the prey of the tribe has become more and more abundant, and life has become better and better, and everyone can eat enough every day.
Until his tribe encountered a monster that was more ferocious and terrifying than the wild beast.
The alien's tribe was massacred heavily, and the wooden hammer in his hand lost its use in front of the monster, and he was easily caught to death.
The one-armed stranger suffered heavy losses again, and the forest land that the tribe relied on for survival was also occupied by monsters.
Strangers starve to death every day.
The one-armed stranger could only watch helplessly as the corpses of his tribesmen gradually turned into piles of bones under the bite of wild wolves.
After recovering from his injuries, the one-armed stranger began to search in the forest.
He found a solid piece of bluestone and spent a long time polishing the bluestone into a long strip shape with slightly flattened sides. Although it could not be called sharp, it was definitely solid.
He used this stone weapon to pierce the belly of the monster and regain the forest land of the tribe. He himself died in the battle at the claws of the monster.
When he died, he was still holding the bluestone tightly in his hand.
It was the weapon he used to protect his people and his comrade to fight alongside him.
That stone is his sword!
Beside the Jian River, Yun Que opened his eyes, and the heavy sword turned into a stream of light and escaped into the palm of his hand, following him like a shadow and connecting with his thoughts.
This is his second sword spirit, the alien sword spirit!
Yun Que did not practice sword practice tonight, but his sword intention became increasingly pure and sharp.
After dawn, Yun Que returned from the sea of consciousness and immediately smelled the smell of boiling medicine.
I opened the door and took a look. It turned out that Luo Xiaoyu had set up a small medicine stove in the yard and was boiling some kind of medicinal soup.
Seeing Yun Que going out, Luo Xiaoyu immediately filled a small bowl and brought it over.
"Good morning, Senior Brother Yun, let's drink a bowl of medicine!" Luo Xiaoyu said expectantly.
"I'm not sick, I don't need to take medicine." Yun Que said inexplicably.
"It's useful!" Luo Xiaoyu explained persistently: "This is a decoction to calm the nerves, with five herbs added. I had a nightmare last night, always dreaming of the tree demon chasing me. Senior Brother Yun must not have slept well either.
You will feel much better if you drink it.”
When he met a stubborn junior sister, Yun Que couldn't refuse, so he took the bowl and took a symbolic sip.
This is so bitter...
I almost vomited.
At this time, Wu Dachuan appeared happily holding the puppy Wangcai, but before he could say anything, Yun Que pulled him over.
"Did you not sleep well? This is a good medicine to soothe the nerves. Junior Sister Luo brewed it with her own hands and drank it all."
After almost pouring it down, Yun Que finally got rid of his own portion of the decoction.
Wu Dachuan moved his facial features in agony, covering his mouth and retching for a long time.
"Jianshou and the elders are back. It is said that they came back in the middle of the night."
Wu Dachuan brought fresh news and said mysteriously: "Several elders talked for half a night. In the morning, the elders of Nanyuan flew to the direction of the imperial city. It seemed that they were going to see the emperor. It seems that the bones in the mountain are involved.
Not small."
"Where's the tree demon? Is there any news?" Yun Que asked.
"I haven't heard of it. It should have escaped. It ran fast, otherwise the sword head would definitely have killed it!" Wu Dachuan said angrily, wishing he could take revenge with his own hands.
Yun Que was not too surprised by this news.
At that time, the tree demon was obviously aware of the approaching master, so he retreated underground and fled. As a result, his nine flying swords could not be recovered.
As for the bones left in the mountain, the royal family will definitely start investigating, but they don’t know who will be implicated in the end.
"It's Junior Brother Yun Queyun, right?" A North Campus disciple walked quickly from a distance.
"It's me, what's wrong?" Yun Que didn't recognize the other person.
"Someone is looking for you. Outside the gate of Sword Palace, there is a man claiming to be the steward of Mu Mansion."
After hearing this, Yun Que was a little surprised.
He, the Marquis of Hanshui, was a hot potato. Not long after he offended the emperor, he made Eunuch Nan's life worse than death.
What is the reason why the Mu family is looking for me at this time?