The old man's heart suddenly stirred up a storm.

But the ink painting still doesn't know it.

His hands were dirty, and he was still busy pulling the earth and rocks on the ground, burying the broken sword deeper and standing it upright to prevent it from falling when the wind blew.

Until, he felt a frightening and terrifying aura behind him.

Moreover, this aura has become extremely unstable due to mood swings.

He was suddenly startled, and when he looked back, he saw the old man with a long beard, his eyes were red, and there seemed to be thousands of sword energy in his eyes, whizzing past, and condensing into a vast, muddy sea like ten thousand swords returning to the clan.

If the sea of ​​swords is too empty.

The aura around him also carried a fierce and murderous aura, which was extremely terrifying.

The dark light spots flickered, the void became a little unstable, and cracks appeared.

The ink-painted pupils are shocking.

This was the first time he faced the terrifying aura of Monk Dongxu.

Only then did he realize how powerful a real high-level monk would be if he was not suppressed and used all his strength...

The level of disparity is too great, and under such power, he has almost no power to resist.

Fortunately, the bearded old man has been cultivating his mind for so many years. Now he knew something was wrong and tried his best to control his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, all sword intent converged, the cracks in the void healed, and the old man's expression became as calm as an ancient well again.

But in his heart, he was not at peace.

"This broken sword...where did you get it?"

The voice of the old man with a long beard was old and hoarse, and there was even a hint of sadness in his tone.

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

He immediately realized that this broken sword might have an extraordinary origin.

And that Senior Xuan, and this ancestor with strong cultivation and amazing swordsmanship, probably have some unknown origins...

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and then said cautiously:

"I once went to a small fishing village by the Yanshui River outside the border of Qianxue Prefecture. In the fishing village, there was a hidden and abandoned river temple. There was a blood pool in the temple. This broken sword was suppressed

At the bottom of the blood pool, corroded by blood."

"River Temple, Blood Pool..." The bearded old man frowned slightly, "Why did you go there?"

Mo Hua then said: "I'm here to offer a reward from the sect. There are a few traffickers who kidnapped two children in a small fishing village. Daotingsi issued a reward. I need disciples with good formation skills. My formation skills are not bad, so I just followed them.

They went gangsters, entered the River Temple, and arrested the traffickers, and happened to find something in the blood pool. When they fished it out, they found it was a broken sword..."

Human traffickers, small fishing villages, Daotingsi offers rewards.

These things are all on the surface, there are records at Daotingsi, and you will know after a check.

As for the evil leeches, water monsters and demons, and the degenerated river god, no one but himself knew about these things.

The old man thought for a moment and then asked: "Then how do you know that the owner of this broken sword is buried in this sword tomb?"

There is no need to hide this bit of ink painting.

"I have inquired about the rumors in the small fishing village. From the clothes of the owner of the Broken Sword, I speculate that he should be a senior of my Taixu Sect."

"I asked the elders in the sect again, but I didn't find out who the owner of the broken sword was. I only know that he probably learned a very powerful swordsmanship, and..."

Mo Hua paused slightly, quietly looked at the old man in front of him, and whispered:

"The natal sword is broken and the foundation is damaged."

"So this junior thought that the owner of this broken sword probably faced an unknown powerful enemy, experienced a great battle, and then died of serious injuries. He was buried in this sword tomb with other Taixu Sect seniors...

…”

The old man with a long beard looked indifferent and his eyes were lonely.

Then he steeled himself and thought carefully about Mo Hua's words. From his intuition, he didn't find any violation.

This means that these words are quite different from the real cause and effect.

Even if there is something concealed, it is probably not much.

The long-bearded old man turned his head and took a deep look at the ink painting. Especially when he saw his pure temperament and clear eyes, he sighed in his heart.

Speaking of this, there are many coincidences.

But in other words, it might be a kind of fate.

God used such coincidences to send this child to him, perhaps because he wanted to be alone and miserable, so he gave this relic of Xuan'er's to care for him since he was a child, and to accompany him in his cultivation and growth.

The broken sword of his life was brought to him.

This may be the mercy of heaven.

God still cares for me to a certain extent, allowing me to think about my half-broken old bones in the days before my death.

The old man with a long beard sighed slowly.

He looked at the ink painting again and said:

"This broken sword is very important to me. Since you were able to bring it to the Sword Tomb, there must be some chance."

"I am a person who has a clear sense of grudges. If I have a grudge, I will retaliate. If I have a favor, I never want to owe others."

"I give you a promise to repay you the cause and effect, and within the moral and legal rules, I will fulfill your wish."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The old man with a long beard spoke solemnly, as if he were worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Mo Hua was stunned and shocked.

Although this is sealed, but the terrifyingly powerful Taixu Mendongxu Patriarch, will he grant his one wish?

He never thought that this broken sword could be so precious?

But what is the best request to make?

Mo Hua was completely unprepared, caught off guard, and a little confused.

The old man with a long beard did not urge the ink painting.

This is something you really need to think about carefully.

As a disciple, his wish is nothing more than to enter the inner sect, learn the inheritance, and teach. Even if he is granted the position of elder in the future, it is not impossible, as long as he can cultivate the golden elixir.

Of course, if Mo Hua was really greedy, wishful thinking, and asked to be the leader of Taixu, the old man would immediately grab him by the neck and throw him out of the back mountain.

In Mo Hua's heart, it was naturally impossible for him not to know anything about it.

Although the old man did not say what specific restrictions this wish had, it was obvious that he could not grant all wishes.

If you don't wink at all, and you really open your mouth, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat.

It must be consistent with the status of a disciple and be positive, but it must not make this old senior feel dissatisfied and feel that he has pushed too far and cannot take the "big cake". The future will be good but he cannot eat it now.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and said solemnly:

"Ancestor, I want to learn swordsmanship!"

Ancestor Dugu frowned slightly.

As a disciple, it is normal to want to learn swordsmanship.

As for his attainments in swordsmanship, he combines the strengths of many schools, integrates them, and is as knowledgeable as the sea. Not only is it unprecedented, but looking at the entire Qianxue Prefecture, it is at least rare.

only……

Ancestor Dugu glanced at the ink painting, especially his weak physical body, meager spiritual power, and the aura of swordsmanship that seemed to be a little bit but almost non-existent around him.

"Have you...had any inheritance of swordsmanship since you were a child?" Patriarch Dugu asked.

"No..." Mo Hua said honestly.

He couldn't hide this little secret even if he wanted to.

"Do you have any background in swordsmanship?"

"No."

"Have you ever warmed up a spiritual sword?"

"No."

"Have you ever devoted yourself to practicing sword energy for more than ten years?"

"No."

"Then...have you ever practiced sword heart?"

Mo Hua still shook his head, "No..."

And not only is it gone now, he doesn't even know what "Sword Heart" is...
To be continued...