#241 - grave

The old man carried a long sword, walking step by step towards Xu Ming.

The old man still looked the same as he did in the cave, with disheveled hair and a hunched back, just like an ordinary tramp.

But after the old man held that sword in his hand, it gave people an unspeakable sense of appropriateness.

It seemed like the old man should be carrying this sword.

In nearly a year of experience, Xu Ming had seen many sword cultivators, sparred with many sword cultivators, and killed many sword cultivators.

But Xu Ming had never seen a sword cultivator like this.

This made Xu Ming think of many peerless experts, who seemed to have the same kind of attire.

These peerless experts were unrestrained and dressed sloppily, but they were not ambiguous at all when they started fighting.

"Your swordsmanship is a bit messy, with the Ice Sun Sword Technique of the Myriad Sword Sect and the Azure Sea Sword Technique of the North Sea, which are completely unrelated," the old man said slowly, looking at Xu Ming. "Speaking of which, you are a person from the Central Plains, right? You are not a disciple of the Myriad Sword Sect either. How were you able to learn these two different sword techniques?"

Xu Ming clasped his fist with the sword: "The Ice Sun Sword Technique was taught to me by a friend, and that friend of mine is currently cultivating in the Myriad Sword Sect. As for the Azure Sea Sword Technique, I really don't know its name, but I obtained it accidentally in a ruin."

Xu Ming didn't say that his sister taught him. Although it didn't matter if he said it, could this old man possibly go to the Myriad Sword Sect to complain that his sister had leaked the Myriad Sword Sect's sword technique?

But no matter what, it was better to be careful and not let this old man know that he had a sister.

"Hmm." The old man nodded, as if he believed Xu Ming's nonsense.

But in reality, the old man didn't care about Xu Ming's explanation at all.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect that I couldn't hide it from you, senior," Xu Ming changed the subject. "Could it be that senior is familiar with the North Sea and the Myriad Sword Sect?"

"Heh heh heh."

The old man sneered a few times.

"I can't say that I'm very familiar with the North Sea and the Myriad Sword Sect, but I've only fought in these two places a few times.

Moreover, you sword cultivators, I know what kind of fart you're going to let out as soon as you stick your butt up. What sword technique in the world haven't I seen?

And you sword cultivators are so rigid, except for that Jiang Luoyu kid 3,000 years ago, all of you are practicing the sword techniques of the past. You don't even know how to improve them yourselves, thinking that everything passed down by your ancestors is right. It's simply ridiculous.

Whether it's sword techniques, spells, or formations... you must find your own understanding, otherwise, what is time for? Is it for wasting?

The old man's eyes were like sharp swords, wanting to dissect Xu Ming: "Moreover, I see that you don't seem to have received the normal experience of swordsmanship. You haven't tempered your sword, nor have you comprehended the sword. You haven't even taken a single step on the path of the sword under your feet.

I really don't understand.

How can someone like you have such sharp sword energy and such a strong sword intent? Could it be that you are really more talented than me?"

Xu Ming: "."

He wasn't really that talented.

This was entirely because his cheat occasionally rewarded him with some sword energy and sword intent, which was why he had reached this point today.

However, listening to the old man's words, Xu Ming felt that he really couldn't continue on this wild path.

After leaving, he would see if he could undergo systematic cultivation.

"Forget it, forget it." The old man waved his hand. "There isn't much time left. The sect master of the Heavenly Mystery Sect is coming. My clone is blocking him outside the cave, but it won't be able to block him for long. Whether you can learn my sword depends on your luck."

"Please enlighten me, senior," Xu Ming bowed.

The old man looked at the young man and stroked his beard: "My sword is the result of my ten thousand years of cultivation, fighting tens of thousands of sword cultivators, reading countless sword manuals, touching countless long swords, killing countless people, and beheading countless dragons.

If this sword is unleashed, the heavens and earth can be split, the Great Dao can tremble, the gate of heaven can be opened, and the abyss of the underworld can be shattered."

Xu Ming: "."

Xu Ming wanted to complain.

Xu Ming didn't know if this sword was really that powerful.

But if it was really that powerful, then why was this old man imprisoned in this place by the sect masters of the Four Great Holy Lands and the Five Great Sects back then?

"You kid, I know what you're thinking."

The old man glanced at Xu Ming unhappily, even with a bit of an old man's arrogance.

"I was almost able to comprehend this sword back then, but I was besieged by the Four Great Holy Lands and the Five Great Sects. However, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I was imprisoned here for three thousand years, and I have been meditating every day, retracing my own path of the sword.

That's how I finally comprehended it.

Now, you let those old guys come and try me. See if I don't beat them to a pulp."

"."

Although Xu Ming admired this old senior.

Xu Ming still maintained a skeptical attitude.

"You kid, if you question me with that look again, I'll just let you die here!" The old man was even more unhappy.

He was actually questioned by a junior?

"Please forgive me, senior. This junior doesn't have any other intentions."

Even though Xu Ming really had other intentions in his heart.

He still had to say that he didn't have any other intentions.

No matter what, he had to give the other person a way out.

"Alright, alright." The old man waved his hand. "I don't care if you have any other intentions or not. In short, if you can't learn this sword, then you'll die here."

"Catch."

The old man threw the long sword in his hand to Xu Ming.

And just as Xu Ming took the long sword thrown by the old man, in an instant, Xu Ming's pupils shrank sharply.

Countless sword intents poured into Xu Ming's mind!

Xu Ming's head ached so much that it felt like it was splitting open, and he couldn't even stand still. The long sword was stuck in the ground, and his right hand holding the long sword was shaking non-stop.

These sword intents were constantly impacting his divine sense, and sweat kept dripping down Xu Ming's forehead. Veins burst out from the back of Xu Ming's hand and forehead.

Xu Ming felt like tens of thousands of long swords were stirring up his head.

Xu Ming even wanted to find a place to crash into and die!

"If you can't even persevere through this, then you won't be able to learn this sword, so just die here."

The old man stepped forward and patted Xu Ming on the shoulder.

With the old man's pat, Xu Ming's body seemed to be pressed down by a mountain, sinking heavily.

One long sword after another was inserted around Xu Ming, layer upon layer, surrounding Xu Ming inside and out.

It was as if Xu Ming had also become one of them.

It was as if this place was Xu Ming's tomb.