Chapter 158 Interpretation Monument

Wang Jingmeng didn't talk much when there were too many people.

He usually speaks very little.

If a person who talks less is not strong and is cowardly, fewer people will pay attention to him.

But if a person who talks less is strong and strong enough to make people awe, then his words will be more powerful.

Wang Jingmeng's words were extremely powerful at this time.

No one thought what he said was wrong, even Shi Conghu.

Shi Conghu wanted to argue with Wang Jingmeng, but he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Because there was an extremely clear voice in his heart telling him that if he really wanted to argue, Wang Jingmeng could really let him choose a person from Bashan Sword Field to repeat the result again.

Many practitioners present were silent.

Thinking of Lin Zhuojiu's performance before, they knew that these young practitioners in Bashan Sword Field were really as strong as Wang Jingmeng said.

These people seem to have become completely different species from many young practitioners in Changling.

Many young sword masters present looked at the sword on their waists, thinking about the life-and-death battle in the fish market and the scene where Wang Jingmeng easily defeated so many armored Yulin Guards, and suddenly felt extremely ashamed.

They thought that their daily practice was more like traveling around, and the sword on their bodies at this time was more like toys and accessories than the swords in the hands of people from Bashan Sword Field.

Many of them originally felt that they had been diligent in their daily practice, but at this time they realized that compared with the young monks in the Bashan Sword Field, they seemed to lack many crucial things, such as spirit, sword intent, and pattern.

Wang Jingmeng did not look at Shi Conghu, who opened his mouth wide but couldn't speak anymore. He just bowed to the generals at the military camp gate and then left.

The generals did not speak, but just bowed seriously to him.

"Don't stop?"

Looking at the carriage that continued walking, such a sound rang in the hearts of many people.

From the beginning, I felt a little bored. Even those people who didn’t understand swords now, I felt that Wang Jingmeng had done enough today. His performance was like a thunder falling into Changling, which was enough to wake up many people and had a profound impact on Changling.

Of course

And Wang Jingmeng's carriage was still walking.

Bashan Sword Field and Wang Jingmeng seem to think it is not enough.

What else does he have to do?

"Sword She...he is going to Gushan Jian She?"

It didn't take long for the carriage to leave the Yulin Guard Camp in the north of the city. Suddenly, someone seemed to realize where Wang Jingmeng was going and exclaimed.

"Gushan Sword House? Is Wang Jingmeng going to get rid of the sword secret of the sword house?"

An uncontrollable scream kept ringing.

"What is the secret of swords? " Many people who do not understand cultivation can't help but whisper.

Naturally, some people in the crowd were willing to answer, and everyone soon knew the answer.

Before the crowd could completely come back to their senses from Wang Jingmeng's previous battle, they fell into a nearly fanatical mood again.

Many years ago, even when Qin had not yet established a country and Changling was not called Changling, there was a powerful place for practicing Buddhism called Gushan.

Although Gushan could not change his fate of prosperity and decline, and even the complete inheritance was not left behind, the legendary practitioners who survived Gushan hid some famous swords and sword scriptures from Gushan somewhere.

As for Gushan Sword House, it is a walking house left by Gushan practitioners in the city.

There is a broken monument left in that place.

After the disappearance of Gushan, several dynasties changed. The city is now called Changling, but the same legend has been circulating about this residual monument.

This residual monument probably has Gushan’s unique sword intent, and it may contain the secret of Gushan’s sword.

But so far, no one has been able to unravel the sword intent on this broken monument, and no one has been able to find the legendary Gushan Sword Cang.

...

The sword house is in the suburbs of the city.

It is surrounded by large tracts of farmland and some sparse farmhouses.

Because of its unique legend, although the sword house has been repaired several times, it still maintains the original building appearance. From the current perspective, it looks like a quiet station.

Until today, many practitioners from Changling have come to this sword house together to observe the legendary remains.

So it doesn't seem too deserted around it.

The sword house is under the jurisdiction of the city gate guards, but there are no soldiers on weekdays, so only several worshippers of the city gate guards live in turns.

So the furnishings in this sword house

It is also extremely simple. Most halls are empty and there is no furniture, only two side rooms have beds.

The remains of the remains are in the center of the courtyard of the sword house. There is a self-grown pomegranate tree that has grown much taller than this remains of one person, with lush branches and leaves.

When Wang Jingmeng dreamed, there was only a worshipper of the city gatekeeper in the sword house.

This is an old man in a cloth clothes. He looks ordinary, has rough skin, a national face, wrinkles all over the corners of his eyes, and his hair is gray.

There was no sword on him, and when Wang Jingmeng came, he did not even give up what he was doing.

He was eating a bowl of vegetable soup and a millet cake.

This millet cake seems to be made by the surrounding farmers. It doesn't look fine and has been stored for a long time, so it seems too dry and hard, so the old man has to chew a lot before he can swallow it.

However, the old man chewed patiently. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be savoring some delicacies.

"Senior Qi."

Wang Jingmeng bowed to the old man, but the old man didn't say much. He just nodded and replied, clicked the broken monument in the courtyard, and said, "You can do it yourself."

"Actually, I have seen the rubbing of this monument." Wang Jingmeng was not anxious and said to him.

"Already have experience?" The old man stopped. He raised his head with some difficulty and looked at Wang Jingmeng with some disbelief. "Is there any experience just by looking at the monument?"

Wang Jingmeng nodded.

The old man laughed, but he still couldn't believe it.

Just looking at Wang Jingmeng not moving, he asked, "What do you think next?"

"I want to interpret the monument." Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said calmly: "But I think more practitioners can see me interpret the monument with their own eyes, so I want to ask Senior Qi to allow more people to enter the sword house to see my interpretation monument."

"This is not in line with the rules." The old man was a little surprised, but he explained slowly: "According to the rules of the city gatekeeper, only ten people can enter the sword house at one time."

"This kind of opportunity is only once for the practitioners in the city." Wang Jingmeng looked at the old man and said, "And you are the worshiper of the city gatekeeper, you have the right to make a weighing."
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