Legend of the Great Saint

Tibetan Sword Palace, Water Break Peak.

Yin Ping was holding the broken sword tightly in his hands, his forehead facing the handle of the sword, and kneeling in the pitch-black cave.

He maintained this posture for a long time, with a wave of anger, shame, hatred, confusion, like a dark tide, pouring into his mind.

“I am a sword repair genius, famous sword bearer, the star of hope of the Sword Palace, one day I will become the Great Sword repair, and possibly even the master of the Sword Palace of Tibet, but why, why would I lose? ”

And the defeat was so ugly, in front of many of the same doors, disgraced.

“The palace master knew that the man had survived three days of robbery, so why didn't you tell me to let me suffer this disgrace! ”

He seemed to be asking himself, as if he were asking a broken sword, a long time ago the two were united, with the heart as the sword and the sword as the heart.

'Cause you're too weak! ”A voice suddenly sounded, the broken sword slightly trembled, he couldn't tell if it was the sound of a sword or the sound of his heart, muttering to himself:“ Am I too weak? ”

He shook his head violently: "No, I have survived the second heavenly robbery. How can I be weak if I become the sword master of the Tibetan Sword Palace? ”

“Weaker than Li Qingshan!” That voice channel.

Yoon Ping was saddened by the thunder, the name was like a nightmare, looking up at him, laughing at his weakness, he could not even create the confidence to fight it again.

“What is Kendo? ”

“Exorcising demons, marching warriors? ”

“Wrong, swords are killers, no good, no evil, no bullshit, swords are ruthless, killing, arrogant, invincible! ”

Yin Ping was sad for a moment, unable to speak.

“You need to be stronger! You can be stronger! Better than Li Qingshan!” The sound growled loudly, and the twitching of the broken sword became a strange tone.

“I need to be stronger, I need to be stronger! Better than Li Qingshan!” Yoon Ping's eyes lit up and he was cold and brutal.

“Kill Li Qingshan!” Yoon Ping said sadly, hearing his voice blend with that one, echoing back into the dark cave.

And if someone were here, Yin Ping would hear himself talking in two different tones.

……

A paper boat floated with the wind and laid quietly in the boat, staring at the blue sky.

Yu Zijian sat on the bow of the boat, holding his cheek in his hand, and his head didn't go back: “Brother, what are you thinking? ”

“Thinking about my childhood, I grew up in the Hidden Sword Palace when I was a child. All my fellow brothers and sisters were like relatives. The palace master was always extraordinarily forgiving to me, like a kind father, although he did not laugh carefully. Lord Ming Fei is much more powerful. I've been afraid of her since I was a child. She looks like a strict mother, Brother Xuanri..."

Fu Qing's voice was low and dull, almost scattered in the air.

“Brother Xuanri is a gentle and kind elder brother! I didn't grow up in the Hidden Sword Palace, but I can understand your mood. When I was in Sword Range, everyone was like brothers and sisters.” Yu Zijian has some memorable ways.

“You don't understand...”

“Really? Brother, why are you crying? Wasn't the wound painful or worried it wouldn't recover? Didn't Big Brother tell you? Your manipulation will be restored! ”

Yu Zijian turned her head and saw that only Qingyu had shed tears, helping him wipe tears with his hands and feet. She had never seen him so weak.

“You don't understand...”

Fu Qingzheng shook his head gently, compared to the wounds on his body, there was a deeper pain and despair, truly constantly tore his heart, chewed all the good memories, looked back at the broken sword at hand, always thought there was something else, it would not turn into a ruin.

“It's okay, I'm just a little upset. Where are we? How far is it from the Tibetan Sword Palace?” Fu Qingzheng asked that he had been in a trance all the way and had not even estimated where he was and how far he was flying.

“Just arrived in Baitu Prefecture, almost 2,000 miles from the Tibetan Sword Palace, this boat is smooth, but it is too slow, brother, where are we going to stop the boat? ”

Yu Zijian's heart was very strange. Fu Qingben said he was here to understand the ruins of the sword, but he never stopped on the way.

“Then stop!” Fu Qingxiao.

“But it's just a wasteland down there, with no ruins!” Yu Zijian Dao.

“Right under that tree.” Fu Qingyu sat up and pointed to a dead tree in the wilderness.

“Okay!”

The boat drifted down, Fu Qingzheng sword rose up, Yu Zijian wanted to help, and he pushed away.

“Dig a hole, deeper!” Fu Qingxiang pointed beneath the dead wood.

“Mmm!" Yu Zijian pulled out Xiaojian's sword, and the purple light gently circled, digging out a deep pit, among which countless broken root systems, also died.

“The land of Baitu is not white either! Give me the sword. ”

Fu Qingxiao reached out his hand, Yu Zijian sword handed it to him.

Fu Qingyun looked at the ruins in his hand, once thought that this was their destiny, but it was also a illusion, so he threw them gently, and the ruins sword and the purple sword fell into the deep pit.

“Brother?” Yu Zijian opened his eyes, unknown so.

“Cut off the connection with the Purple Night Sword and add soil!” Pay Qingxiang close your eyes.

“Ah!" Yu Zijian doubted whether Fu Qingyu was insane. For sword repair, it was almost a sword in people, not to mention the death of two world-famous swords.

“Don't ask too many questions, I'll tell you later why. ”

Fu Qing's voice is very weak, but full of determination.

Had it not been for the severing of the ruins sword and the destruction of the ideas inherited therein, and the devastation of the Heavenly Spirit of the Sword and the destruction of its spirituality, he might never have discovered the secret.

“Well... well!” Yu Zijian decided to pay Qingxian along first, then quietly write down this place, and come back later to dig it up.

……

The flower praised her right hand for kneeling on one knee, her long hair dripping across the floor, shaking her head slowly: “I don't know. ”

“Then you know you're actually hurting him?” The voice of the Lord of the Tibetan Sword Palace is ruthless and dignified.

“Don't know.” The flowers praised and shook their heads again.

“I think of you as a smart man, and I cultivated you so much, I didn't expect to end up doing such a foolish thing. ”

“Master, you overestimate me. If I was really smart, why would I come to hide the Sword Palace?” Flowers smile with a smile.

Ji Xuanyi crouched down beside the flower praise, held up the flower praise chin with his hand, still with a gentle smile on his face, but full of regret, “Brother Hua, with your talent, it would not take many years to be side by side with me, but I didn't expect you to destroy your future. ”

“By then, am I still me?” Hana praised the opposite question.