"snort."

Chen Xi glared at him, then supported the wall and went home.

…

The entrance of Chentian Mansion.

Yun Xiao was about to go to the three sword tombs when suddenly a guard from the Chen clan came to report: "Uncle, someone from the sword tombs has come to pick you up and is waiting inside."

"oh?"

I came to pick him up in person and was very sincere.

Yun Xiao stepped into Chentian Mansion and arrived at the guest hall in a few steps.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Yun Xiao saw two people in the pavilion!

One of them is an old man. He looks very old. His eyes are a little cloudy, his body is a little stooped, his skin is wrinkled and dull, and his hair is gray.

However, his mental state seems to be okay.

The other one is a young man wearing a dark red sword robe. He is tall and straight, with a high nose and deep eyes. At this time, he is gently supporting the old man and looking at Yun Xiao who has just entered.

“This is ‘Old Sun’, the senior of the Sword Tomb!” the Chen Clan guard introduced Yun Xiao.

"Yun Xiao has met Mr. Sun." Yun Xiao said respectfully.

"Nangong Xu." The tall young man introduced himself to Yun Xiao in a calm tone.

"Brother Nangong." Yun Xiao nodded, indicating that they knew each other.

This young man named Nangong Xu has a strong aura and restrained magical power. It is obvious at a glance that he is a swordsman in heaven.

As for Mr. Sun, he was obviously very old, and Yun Xiao was a little unclear about his details.

"Baby!" Mr. Sun was familiar with him. He stepped forward and grabbed Yun Xiao's hands, and said excitedly: "Let's go home with Grandpa Sun!"

"Go home?" Yun Xiao nodded, "Okay."

In this way, the three of them left Chentian Mansion!

Mr. Sun's eyes lit up when he looked at Yun Xiao, and he asked questions from time to time, while the young man named Nangong Xu was relatively silent and said nothing during the whole journey.

Yun Xiao noticed that Mr. Sun was wearing an amber necklace around his neck, with a total of twelve pieces of amber strung on it.

There seems to be a hair on each piece of amber!

"Why don't you wield a sword?" Yun Xiao asked.

"My dear! You don't know yet? Starting from today, the First Immortal War will be held. Starting from Chen hour, sword-wielding is prohibited in the heavens." Old Sun sighed.

"Why?" Yun Xiao asked.

"Next, demons from Mozhou will enter the heaven one after another. If they see the Jian Gang sword ring, it will cause a lot of conflicts! In order to avoid these unnecessary conflicts, we can only take it easy!" Sun Lao said sarcastically.

"When others come to our territory, they have to force us not to wield swords?" Yun Xiao's voice was slightly cold.

"It's normal! It's normal! Now that our sword cultivator is in decline, we have to listen to the arrangements of the Immortal Kingdom! If you use less energy, you can live longer! Look at Grandpa Sun, he never beeps too much and lives to be ninety-nine." Mr. Sun smiled proudly.

"Yeah." Yun Xiao glanced at the old man. His face was full of wrinkles when he smiled, he was amiable, and he was a gentle and good man.

He didn't say much and continued to follow them.

The fairy mist in heaven was lingering, and the market became lively in the morning. Pairs of eyes with different eyes continued to look at him in the dark.

"Old Suntou, are you taking him to worship the swordsman monument?" someone asked on the road.

"Yes!" Mr. Sun has a good temper, always smiles when he sees everyone, and answers all questions.

"Don't bow down. The demon is here today, and he might have to go to the Kendo Monument to cause trouble again." The man said calmly.

"Is that so? Then after we pay our respects, we quickly retreat and give the place to them." Mr. Sun said nervously.

"That's more like it! This is a critical moment. You sword cultivators should cause less trouble and show less face, understand?" the potbellied passerby pointed out.

"Okay! Don't worry, I'll tell everyone when I get back." Mr. Sun said with a smile.

Yun Xiao took a look and saw that the passerby was just a Dragon Controller, obviously not a big shot... Is Mr. Sun so polite?

Seeing that Nangong Xu didn't say much, he didn't ask any more questions.

Along the way, quite a few passers-by stood up and continued to tell Mr. Sun what to do, and Mr. Sun responded politely one by one.

"Grandpa Sun has such a good temper." Yun Xiao felt a little emotional.

This is not like swordsmanship.

Walking through the streets lined with heaven, Yun Xiao suddenly felt a little moved!

He suddenly raised his head and saw the outline of a thousand-foot-high giant sword appearing in the depths of the white clouds in front of him!

"This should be the sacred monument of swordsmanship..."

The sword cultivator of the billions of dead swordsmen in the ancient sword realm carved the last traces of his life on the stone with his sword spirit!

A heavy monument!

However, Chu Gou also said that history is too long, and the heaviness of the past has long since disappeared.

History is moving forward, and future generations are enjoying the tranquility of the years, and it is difficult to be moved anymore.

Yun Xiao's eyes have never moved away since they were placed on this kendo sacred monument.

He forgot about the market, passers-by, and shops!

There is only a sense of solemnity hidden in my heart.

The further forward, the more the fairy mist disperses, and the mottled ancient stone tablet becomes more and more clearly displayed in front of Yun Xiao's eyes!

Ten miles further ahead, Yun Xiao could already see the criss-crossing sword marks on the sword monument. It had been so long that many of the sword marks had been smoothed away.

However, the grief and anger at that moment of carving the sword will remain on this monument forever!

Yun Xiao can feel it.

All things have animism!

The emotions left behind by a person are difficult to retain.

And the resentment and hatred formed by the grief and indignation of a billion people are gathered on this kendo monument, which is enough to turn this kendo monument into a spiritual blood monument. If it is not guided by a righteous energy, it may become a stone demon!

Yun Xiao took a few more glances and felt enlightened!

The spiritual idea of ​​swordsmanship rushed into his mind, like a bloody, magnificent and soul-stirring picture, slowly unfolding in front of Yun Xiao's eyes.

There are people in the painting, there are swords, there are monsters, there are corpses lying around, there are bleeding oars, and there are screams that shake the sky!

"Woooo..."

In the end, everything turned into wisps of crying, surrounding Yun Xiao's ears, as if a billion people were whispering in his ears, which would never go away.

Snapped!

Mr. Sun suddenly slapped Yun Xiao hard on the head.

"Don't look at it, baby." Mr. Sun said earnestly.

"strangeness……"

Yun Xiao woke up with a start, and the feeling of rage he felt just now slowly dissipated, but the desolation in his heart still lingered.

"It's not surprising that people have grievances after death, which can last for years. The grievances of a billion people will last forever. How can future generations not be angry?" Nangong Xu suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

Snapped!

Mr. Sun also patted his head and murmured: "I am angry with you for your head, and I am angry with you for your tail. Talk less, practice more, draw less swords, and survive more!"

"Yes..." Nangong Xu struggled for a moment, glanced at Mr. Sun, and then lowered his head.

"The three sword tombs are right behind the kendao sacred monument. Everyone is here today to take care of you, baby." Mr. Sun chuckled.

"Thank you!" Yun Xiao is not a talkative person.

The Kendo Monument is very large, so the shadow area it casts in the sunlight is also very large.

Yun Xiao was walking in this shadow. He felt that he would never be able to get out. When he lowered his head, he saw the faces that were leaving in the shadow. They looked at Yun Xiao silently, their eyes filled with emotion.

It's sad.

"If you die, your wronged soul will never be extinguished, and you can be reborn through the help of immortals! And we are so resentful and resentful, who will make the decision for us?"

Yun Xiao stopped and looked at the faces with tears surging in the shadows, and he fell silent.

He raised his head numbly.

For a moment, he saw blood oozing from the billions of sword marks on the sword monument. Countless human blood fell down and gathered into a sea of ​​blood, swallowing him completely.

"Who will give us justice?"

Those blood-stained arms grabbed Yun Xiao, making him so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.
Chapter completed!