Two Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy-One The Story of Ximu

In the ruins of the ancient temple, Xiao Chen drank by himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

Liu Ruyue's expression was also unsightly, and she was still angry with Xiao Chen, angry that he still lied to her despite having something to hide.

The two stood back to back, not speaking, and the atmosphere was silent.

Kaka!

In the ruins, Lu Benwei stepped on the debris and appeared in front of the two of them.

Liu Ruyue floated lightly, came to Lu Benwei's side, and asked, "Senior brother, how is Master's injury?"

"It's okay, it's just some old problems. Junior sister doesn't need to worry."

Liu Ruyue nodded slightly, said goodbye and left, unwilling to stay any longer.

Xiao Chen got up, walked towards Lu Benwei, and said with some guilt: "I'm sorry, Brother Lu, I was impulsive beforehand."

As it always has been, wrong is wrong and right is right.

He was too persistent and impulsive before, which made Senior Ximu, who was kind to him, vomit blood. No matter what, he couldn't justify it.

Think about it, I was in the Ice and Fire Wasteland at that time, if it weren't for fate, I would have realized that all things are happy together.

Maybe he was buried in the mastiff's mouth long ago, with this kind of favor, it is really impossible to show off his skills in front of Senior Ximu.

Lu Benwei patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder and said, "Come with me, I will tell you a story."

Whoosh whoosh!

Xiao Chen followed Lu Benwei, tapped his toes, and flew all the way to a cliff, sitting and watching the sea of ​​clouds rise and fall.

Here, the clouds are like fog, and there is a vast expanse. In the blink of an eye, there is an endless sea of ​​fog.

Looking at the sea from the cliff, people sitting on the edge of the cliff, it seems to be in the sky, and it seems to be at the seaside, it is very wonderful.

Lu Benwei took out a jug of wine and pondered: "In the past, there was a man who belonged to a family of swordsmen that had been passed down for thousands of years. His father, his grandfather, and his grandparents were swordsmen for generations. He was three years old when he practiced swords, and he showed his extraordinary talent. Facing the expectations of his family, but no one knew that his true love was knives. At the age of twelve, he was forced to leave the house in order to practice knives. Facts have proved that his choice was not wrong."

"He has a handsome face and can be called a monster, but his talent in the Dao of the Sword is even more monster.

He is known as the Demon Sword. Before he was a hundred years old, he became an emperor. His sword skills are unique. Many seniors are inferior to him in terms of sword skills. They all think that he will be a peerless swordsman with a bright future. "

"But he left home when he was young, obsessed with swordsmanship, and has never learned the principles of life. His personality has always been like a twelve-year-old child. He is proud and stubborn in his heart. Achievement Dijun is still a glass girl's heart."

"It's actually nothing. Most of the Dao of the Sword seniors like him very much, and many swordsmen also praise him without hesitation..."

Xiao Chen was listening and already knew that what Lu Benwei was talking about was Yaodao Ximu.

This Ximu actually came from a family of swordsmen...

Since ancient times, there has been a battle of swords and swords, although there is no distinction between the two. But people who practice martial arts are eager to win, and they always want to compete.

The swordsman family is still a swordsman family that has been passed down for thousands of years. Obviously, the distinction between swords and swords is very important.

If it is not for the dedication and love for the sword, and without an atmosphere where the sword is supreme, a family of the sword will not be able to pass on for more than ten thousand years.

In such an aristocratic family that respects the sword, suddenly a son came out to learn the sword, which can be called treason.

It is conceivable what kind of ridicule and difficulties they will encounter.

Therefore, Ximu ran away from home at the age of twelve, leaving a family of swordsmanship that has been passed down for thousands of years.

But later, something seems to have changed.

Lu Benwei paused for a long time before continuing: "With his pride and stubbornness, and his glassy heart, it was nothing at all. But after he became an emperor, he returned to his family, thinking about his achievements, You can also prove yourself in front of your father and family."

Xiao Chen thought to himself, it's quite normal, everyone has a heart that wants to prove himself. At the beginning, you all didn't want me to practice swords, made things difficult for me and laughed at me, but now I'm back with all my glory.

"But...he met a rare swordsman in the family, and he was his cousin by blood. When his cultivation level was not as good as his, he broke the knife in his hand with a three-foot long sword. In front of him The elders of the family, in front of father and grandfather, were defeated in embarrassment."

Xiao Chen was taken aback when he heard the words, but just put himself in the shoes of others and thought about it, then he knew how embarrassing Xi Mu was at that time.

Originally, he wanted to come back to prove that he was right, but he didn't expect to turn around and prove that he was wrong. The knife in his hand was broken by a person whose cultivation base was weaker than his own, which was a fatal humiliation for Xi Mu who wanted to show his holiness in front of others.

It is conceivable that those clansmen who looked at him at that time must have sneered and disdainful faces.

"There's no need to feel embarrassed, just practice hard, and you'll be fine if you kill him later."

When Xiao Chen heard this, he said softly, his words were full of pride and determination.

"That's right, that person thought the same way as you did. A temporary setback was nothing. But at this time, something happened. A strange man with a knife suddenly appeared in the world. He didn't know where he came from. , just appeared so suddenly, with superb sword skills, appeared in the central world. Soon it rose like a comet, causing a storm among swordsmen. This is a junior who is more talented than the master, his sword The art is too dazzling, it is amazing..."

When mentioning this person, a trace of sadness flashed in Lu Benwei's eyes, and instead of calling Ximu by an alias, he gave the answer directly.

"This strange person who suddenly appeared was more talented than the master. When it was heard by the master, the master was naturally dissatisfied. Immediately made it easy for him to fight, and he lost after a hundred moves. After that, he fought nine times in total, and each time he was defeated. People are desperate. The last time, Master became a False God and wanted to fight again, but he was defeated before the sword was drawn."

Lu Benwei said in a deep voice: "It was only later that everyone found out that that man came out of exile, he called himself Panhuang, and he always had a smile that could melt ice and snow on his face. He was also called the Swordsman of Spring Snow, you know How strong are people?"

"Nowadays, this person will not be counted in the ranking of the Dao of the Sword powerhouse. My master is the number one person in name. It's meaningless. On the road of the Dao of the Sword, this person has gone too far..."

Panhuang!

Xiao Chen's heart was shocked. He didn't expect to hear the legend of Panhuang from Lu Benwei's mouth. He really wanted to say that he and Panhuang came from the same place of exile.

But after thinking about it, I still held back my words.

"This Haruyuki swordsman has dealt a greater blow to Master than his cousin. After a defeat, he has no intention of returning to the family..."

Xiao Chen wondered, "Who is his cousin?"

Lu Benwei sneered and said: "His cousin is amazing. Today, Su Hanshan is the number one swordsman, and the Su family of the Yanwu Dynasty is even a transcendent family famous for swords."

Xiao Chen was silent when he heard the words, thinking about Senior Ximu. Really helpless enough, born conceited, but the two biggest enemies I encountered, one is the first person in the way of the sword, and the other is the first person in the way of the sword.

No wonder his face is so old, his life is so dull, and his temper seems weird.

"So, you don't need to apologize to Master. Master has such a strange temper. Just don't mind it. It looks like a lot of age, but in fact, you have a glass girl's heart, and you don't want to admit that your talent is better than his. But he still cherishes your talent, and he can't bear to bury your talent, so he ordered me to send you a scroll of inheritance. He is a very contradictory and entangled person..."

Xiao Chen was stunned when he heard the words, and finally understood everything.

After staying for a long time, Xiao Chen said with a wistful smile: "I knew this... If I had lost to the statue of the senior, I am afraid that so many things would not have happened at all."

Lu Benwei smiled and said, "It's really possible."

"What should we do now?"

"Let me find a place for you to live in first. It's fine to practice with my junior sister and me these days. Don't pay too much attention to the status of master and apprentice. According to Master's temper, I will definitely not accept you again, but you rely on me. If you don't leave, he will definitely not drive you away."

When Lu Benwei said this, he remembered something, and said in a deep voice: "By the way, before I left, I heard Master talking to himself. It may be helpful to your problem. How can a drop of water shatter the sky? Only with respect can one have the possibility of shattering the sky; with an unyielding heart, one can endure thousands of years of loneliness to create the opportunity to shatter the sky; one must have an unchanging original intention, a drop of water can also turn into an endless sky..."

Xiao Chen's eyes lit up, and he felt suddenly enlightened, and the fog in the second inheritance scroll gradually dispersed.

After listening to it, Xiao Chen murmured a few words to himself, then quickly took out the scroll and looked at it carefully.

Unknowingly, the whole mind is immersed in the picture scroll, forgetting everything.

Lu Benwei was at the side, drinking quietly without interruption. I said with some envy in my heart, no wonder the master couldn't bear to bury his talents. I read this second scroll for more than ten years, and I only got a little understanding of it, and I almost fell into it and couldn't get out.

Since then, the master has stopped letting me continue to learn the inheritance of the demon sword, which is harmful but not beneficial...

But now Xiao Chen, the master just said a few words, as if he understood everything.