Ximen Chen stepped forward and opened his arms. Siyu dispersed the body-protecting true flame and plunged into Ximen Chen's arms. The grandfather and grandson cried passionately.
"Grandpa, I am no longer a waste, not anymore..." Siyu's thoughts extended to his childhood, and the humiliation he suffered at that time was shown one by one in front of his eyes. At this moment, those past events turned into tears of grief and indignation, flowing freely.
As if she wanted to forget all those bad memories, Siyu cried loudly and heartily.
Ximen Chen also cried, Ares, Shen Shen and others were also affected by Si Yu's injury. The four grown men hugged each other and cried loudly.
Tired of crying, the four of them looked at each other. When they saw each other's red and swollen eyes, they couldn't help laughing. While crying and laughing, Siyu slowly came out of her sadness. At this time, Siyu suddenly felt
I feel relaxed, as if the shadow of my childhood disappears in my heart instantly.
Now Siyu is more cheerful and mature, and his usual depressed expression has disappeared. Ximen Chen looked at his grandson in his arms and suddenly said in surprise: "Yu'er, you smiled. I haven't seen you for a long time."
Smiling so happily."
Siyu touched her face and felt the smile from the heart. Siyu said meaningfully: "Maybe I have grown up."
Ares couldn't stand the babbling emotional expressions of Easterners, and would say in a disgraceful way from time to time: "Laobei, how long are you going to hold on to the boss? We haven't finished drinking yet!"
After Ares said this, Ximen Chen was embarrassed to hug Si Yu anymore and let go of his arm. Ximen Chen grabbed Si Yu's arm with his backhand, pulled him and walked out, giving instructions to Ares as he walked.
Said: "Ares, you and Shen Shen stay here, I want to take Yu'er to a place."
"Somewhere, take us with you."
"No." Ximen Chen suddenly straightened his face and said in a deep voice: "This place is the holy land of the Ximen family. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. I have important things to do when I take Siyu in, so how can you follow me?"
Ares grumbled unhappily, "Are we considered outsiders?"
Seeing the serious expression on her grandfather's face, Siyu immediately stood up and said: "Ares, you are my best friends, and of course you are not considered outsiders. But this is my family after all, and there are some rules that cannot be broken, otherwise
You'd better stay here and wait for me. At most, I'll give you two good things when I come back."
Ares's eyes lit up, he licked his lips and said, "Okay, I know you Orientals care about some dead rules. In this case, you go ahead. Shen Shen and I will drink here first.
Wine, boss, go and come back quickly, and remember to give it to me when you come back..." At the end of his words, Ares squeezed his thick eyebrows and rubbed his fingers at Siyu.
Siyu nodded understandingly and said with a smile, "Okay, no problem."
Ximen Chen was already waiting impatiently. After seeing them finish talking, he immediately pulled Siyu and walked outside. "Boom..." The door opened with a bang, and Ximen Chen led Siyu and walked forward in a hurry.
.The two people in charge of secret whistle in the grass nearby saw the patriarch dragging a person hurriedly down the mountain. They scratched their heads in surprise and asked themselves in confusion: "What kind of song can the patriarch sing? He
Who is holding that hand? Why haven’t I seen anyone enter the patriarch’s house?”
"Me neither!" Another person was also puzzled.
Siyu quickly followed his grandfather's pace. This was the first time he saw his grandfather in such a turbulent state. It turned out that his grandfather always had a very calm image in his mind. Today, it was the first time he saw a different side of him.
Halfway through, Siyu couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, where are we going?"
Ximen Chen's pupils flashed with a fiery light, and he answered briefly: "Wanjianchi!"
Siyu's mouth opened wide, and his mind quickly recalled the days when he was in seclusion in Wanjian Pond, and a feeling of longing arose spontaneously.
Wanjian Pond was originally built on the hillside of Jian Mountain, and Ximen Chen was in such a hurry that the two of them soon arrived at the entrance of the cave. This is already the north side of the mountain, and light does not usually shine here easily, so the humidity here
It is very large, and most of the plants are vines. Because it is a forbidden area of the Ximen family, few people usually come here, and the environment is naturally very quiet.
After arriving here, Ximen Chen slowed down, adjusted his breathing, and glanced at the banner above his head. Three big characters were written there - "Ten Thousand Swords Pool". Ximen Chen stopped and watched for a long time, and suddenly sighed.
After taking a breath, he turned back to Siyu and carefully told Siyu: "This is the resting place for the souls of our seniors. When we enter later, we must be gentle so as not to disturb the eternal rest of our seniors."
Siyu responded cautiously. In fact, during that retreat, Siyu vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this Ten Thousand Swords Pool, especially the swords. They seemed to be dilapidated, but in fact, each sword had a spiritual imprint, and there was a certain period of time.
With incomplete emotions, talking to them was like talking to a person, not like a cold weapon at all, so at that time Siyu was thinking about where this Wanjian Pond was. I remember that the three ancestors told Siyu at that time
, Wanjianchi is a "living tomb of swords." In fact, now it seems that this sentence is better to say that Wanjianchi is a living tomb for people. These people did not die, but continued to live in another way.
They came down... and lived with their beloved sword forever.
Ximen Chen pushed open the stone seal in front of the cave, and after the turbid air inside circulated, he took steps to walk in. Along the way, the oil lamps on both sides of the rock automatically lit up, immediately reflecting everything in the cave.
Siyu looked up and saw that the Wanjian Pond was the same as when he left. Swords of different shapes were inserted into the ground in no order. Every once in a while, they would swing gently and make a "ding" sound.
Ding~~" a crisp sound, just like human breathing.
Ximen Chen took a deep breath, as if he wanted to smell the history and vicissitudes of this place.
The two of them carefully avoided the sword beside them and walked step by step towards the center of Wanjian Pond. Siyu followed behind his grandfather, slowly emitting his own spiritual consciousness, and using his own unique way of communication, he began to try to awaken
The sword beside you.
Soon, the swords clashed fiercely, and a joyful emotion rose from the swords and enveloped Siyu, as if to welcome him home.
Ximen Chen looked back at Siyu in surprise, pointed at the strange sword beside him, and asked Siyu in a low voice: "What did you just do?"
Siyu stuck out a piece of his tongue and said, "I just told them: 'I'm back!', so they are welcoming me now."
As soon as Siyu finished speaking, the swords beside him sang cheerfully again. Suddenly, all the swords rose from the ground, flew into the air and lined up in two lines, forming a spacious passage.
Siyu bumped Ximenchen who was in a daze with his shoulder and said with a smile: "Grandpa, stop looking, let's leave quickly."
Ximen Chen reluctantly withdrew his gaze, glared at Si Yu with a complaining look, and continued to walk deeper. Because all the swords around him flew into the air, the ground suddenly became clear, and Ximen Chen led Si Yu into the depths.
Walking around, we soon arrived at the outskirts of the white fog area.
"This is a trapping formation. It was set up by the ancestors of the Ximen family to protect the blood of the Ximen family in times of crisis. Please note that this trapping formation can completely trap an immortal." Ximen Chen pointed at Bai Bai in front of him.
Wu explained to Siyu.
Siyu nodded, he had experienced the power of the White Mist Entrapment Formation before.
After saying that, Ximen Chen took Si Yu's hand and walked into the white mist together. He felt a coolness flowing through his body, and his vision suddenly blurred and turned white. Suddenly, the purple flying sword broke through again.
Entering Siyu's field of vision, he was seriously injured by this sword that time. This time Feijian noticed that the two people who broke into the formation were extremely high in cultivation, so the attack brought by Feijian was much greater than last time.
.At that moment, Siyu instinctively wanted to resist, but was stopped by Ximen Chen on the side.
"Yu'er, don't resist, bite your finger quickly." After saying that, Ximen Chen took the lead and bit his own finger. After squeezing out a drop of blood, a ball of white light suddenly lit up under Ximen Chen's feet. Under the white light,
Ximen Chen's body quickly disappeared into the white mist.
At this time, Siyu also remembered what happened last time, so Siyu quickly followed suit and cut his finger with the edge of his palm. When his blood blended into the white mist, the scene in front of him blurred. He had passed through the white mist, and came to
Arriving at grandpa's side.
Walking behind his grandfather, Siyu raised his head and looked forward. On a stone wall carved with historical atmosphere, three ancient swords were hung. The blades of the swords still maintain their stopping sharpness.
, there is a breath of vicissitudes of life from time to time, just like drinking a cup of old tea, the taste is strong but not fishy, and the fragrance lingers in the tongue for a long time.
Ximen Chen looked at the sword on the wall, a layer of moisture slowly appeared in his eyes, and said: "Siyu, come here to pay homage to your ancestors."
Siyu walked to her grandfather and saw these three swords. It was as if the voices of the three ancestors were still lingering in her ears. With a "pop~~", Siyu and her grandfather knelt down together and faced each other respectfully.
Three swords, kowtow...kowtow...kowtow...
Standing up again, Ximen Chen's voice came over faintly, "Yu'er, you have to remember these three swords. In these three swords, sleeping are the souls of the three ancestors of our Ximen family. They were the most powerful people in the Ximen family.
In times of crisis, we saved the fate of our family. As qualified Ximen disciples, we must always remember the merits of these three ancestors."
Siyu looked solemn and said seriously: "Grandpa, I will remember it."
Ximen Chen patted Si Yu's shoulder with satisfaction. At that moment, he took out a piece of dark green old jade from his arms and signaled Si Yu to take a few steps back. Ximen Chen and Ximen Chen were groping for something on the opposite wall. Suddenly,
, Ximen Chen held a protruding stone on the wall and gently twisted it to the right. With repeated friction sounds, the stone moved aside, revealing a dark groove. Siyu noticed with his eyes that the groove was
The shape of the groove is exactly the same as the old jade in my grandfather's hand.
Sure enough, Ximen Chen carefully put the old jade in his hand into the groove. He heard a coincident click sound, and a big stone at Ximen Chen's feet suddenly moved. After a violent friction sound, the big stone
Stepping aside, a black hole was revealed. Ximen Chen knelt down, carefully inserted his hand into the black hole, and took out a stack of well-sealed books.
Holding the scroll, Ximen Chen looked like he was holding a treasure. He looked extremely cautious. Siyu came over and asked carefully: "Grandpa, what is this?"
Ximen Chen dragged the scroll in his hand to the stone table nearby. After carefully placing the scroll on the table, he breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "This is the genealogy of our Ximen family. Only when each generation of patriarchs takes office
, only then can it be taken out, unsealed, and shown to the next new clan leader."