"Three ancestors, you haven't told me yet, how is my friend? Is there anything wrong with him?"
Siyu's words broke the solid air, and the three phantoms came back to their senses, focusing their eyes on Siyu again.
"Haha, don't worry. How can things happen so easily to cows, pigs, and beasts?! That friend of yours is very good, he just wanted to take a nap."
Siyu nodded. He didn't have to believe what others said, but he still believed what his ancestors said.
"My child, you surprised us. The Ximen family has been in the family for so many years, and there has never been a weird... wizard like you. I think the future of the Ximen family will definitely flourish in your hands."
The old man originally wanted to say that there had never been such a freak in the Ximen family, but after thinking about it, he stopped talking and used a complimentary word.
Siyu smiled bitterly. His grandfather also told him this. But except for them, no one else would think so. But it didn't matter anymore. Siyu no longer needed to be afraid of anyone, although he
He has not yet reached a respectable level, but he has the capital to achieve this goal.
"By the way." Siyu suddenly raised his head, looked at the three phantoms in front of him and asked respectfully: "Three ancestors, can the disciple ask you a few questions?"
The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and the old man said: "Child, tell me what you want to say. We, as a family, don't need to be polite."
The old man's words of "one family" made Siyu feel relieved, and he immediately listed the questions he wanted to know most.
"Three ancestors, I just want to know, are you already dead? How did you receive these injuries? How did you appear here like this? And what is this 'Wanjianchi'?"
"Haha, you are so funny, how many questions do you ask us in return when we ask you so many questions!"
Siyu chuckled and didn't say anything back, but just stood with a little respect.
"Child, there are so many questions, let's tell you little by little."
"My name is Ximen Long, and I am the patriarch of the Ximen family nine hundred years ago; the one on my left is Ximen Qingyun, the patriarch of the Ximen family seven hundred years ago; the one on my right is Ximen Qingyun's younger brother, Ximen Shou. Although he did not inherit
Although he holds the position of patriarch, he saved the Ximen family’s life.”
The scholar-looking Ximen Qingyun on the left continued: "Our deeds are in the genealogy, and I won't go into details with you now. What you need to know is that five hundred years ago, we were all dead. But what we said
Death refers to the shattering of the physical body, death in the mortal sense. Fortunately, our soul cultivation is strong enough, which allows us to have the opportunity to achieve this kind of death by attaching to our own spiritual weapon while the physical body is shattered.
The form of the undead survives. To put it bluntly, we are all sword spirits."
After listening to Ximen Qingyun's words, Siyu noticed that there were three swords stuck at the feet of the three ancestors. Even after so many years, they still exuded a cold light. Those swords were made of blood.
Let the sword have eternal light.
Siyu nodded. He had heard that only weapons with souls could be called divine weapons. Even grandpa's "Wutian" sword could not be regarded as a true divine weapon.
"As for why we appear in front of you, it's easier to explain. It's all because of you."
"Me?" Siyu's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yes, we are now sword spirits. Although our souls have become stronger under the care of the Ten Thousand Swords Pool, we are still unable to transform into human bodies on our own - which is what we are like now."
"Then what are you..."
Ximen Qingyun smiled slightly, and Siyu realized that this young man who looked like a scholar had a free and easy nature in his heart. That kind of smile had a fatal attraction even for Siyu. Think of Ximen Qingyun's back then.
How charming the style is.
"Don't worry, listen to me slowly: the sword spirit is the soul of the sword. A sword with a sword spirit will not only increase its offensive power a lot, but also have the initiative when attacking. And because our soul cultivation is relatively strong
, so we are not complete sword spirits. In other words, we just live in the sword, unable to get out, and others cannot come in. More importantly, we have the freedom of choice to choose our master.
As mentioned just now, although our soul cultivation is strong enough, it is not enough to achieve the ability to transform into a human body on our own. There is only one possibility for us to get out of the sword and talk to you in this form now.
——That means we recognize you as our Lord. If you are the master of our sword, you are qualified to wake us up from our slumber."
Ximen Qingyun stopped Siyu with a smile and continued talking. Siyu found that whenever they said the word "sword", a kind of pride would always appear on their faces.
"I know what you want to say. We do not recognize you as our master. Because in this Ten Thousand Swords Pool, we are the masters. Therefore, here, we have the possibility to transform into our own body, but we cannot do it arbitrarily.
, but only if someone touches the 'hundred swords ringing in unison' here can we show up."
"Why is this? And what is 'A Hundred Swords Crying Together'?"
"Let's first explain 'A Hundred Swords Ring Together'. Maybe someone told you when you came here that every sword in this pool of ten thousand swords has a soul, and they are all living creatures."
Siyu nodded honestly. His grandfather had indeed said that when he sent him here. At that time, Siyu didn't care at all, thinking it was just a nice thing said by someone who loves swords. But now it seems that he was wrong.
"I'm here to tell you for sure, in fact, every sword here has a sword spirit."
"What!" Siyu's mouth opened in shock, and he looked at the three ancestors in front of him in disbelief. What is the meaning of a sword with a sword spirit? I am afraid that any sword can cause quite a storm in the world of cultivation, even if it is grandpa's.
The "Wutian" sword, one of the five great swords, does not have a sword spirit. However, there are countless swords in the Ten Thousand Swords Pool.
"Don't be surprised, every sword here has an owner who regards it as life. Because he loves swords, even if the owner has died, these swords can still live in the world forever.
Every sword here has a history, a history of blood and tears. And in their sword bodies, there is a trace of the soul of the previous owner imprinted. Maybe their soul is just a small memory, or just a temporary memory.
A flash of memory before death. But it truly gave this sword eternal life.
So, I want to say - this is the living grave of the sword."
Siyu's heart was filled with excitement, and he found a hint of admiration in the eyes of the three ancestors.
"And the true meaning of 'A hundred swords ring in unison' is actually to awaken the latent consciousness of all swords. Simply put, it is to awaken the soul imprints of these swords. I have to say, you are very lucky. Because there are only the last three days of each month.
All sword spirits will be in the 'awakening' state, and only at this time can you wake them up. At the same time, you do have a 'sword heart', otherwise, you will not be able to impress them and wake them up.
At the same time, if you cannot awaken these swords to form the 'Hundred Swords Ringing Together', you will also be unable to awaken us. We once placed a curse on ourselves. Only by awakening the 'Hundred Swords Ringing Together' can we pass through the 'Heaven and Earth Spiritual Array'
Only people can see us.
Boy, I have to say, you are really lucky!"
Ximen Long in the middle nodded, and then continued what Ximen Qingyun said: "Child, you should now understand what this 'Wanjianchi' is. In fact, Wanjianchi is the destination of all swords. It is the tomb of a soul. Here only memorials are held.
The soul of those who love swords and all heroic swords.
And although we are only sealed in our own swords and can leave at any time to find another home, we are also people who love swords, so we have sworn an oath to never leave our swords for life. It can be said that at this moment
For us, the sword remains but the soul remains, and the sword dies and the soul dies.”
Siyu nodded heavily, he finally understood something.