Chapter 627 A Lifetime of Regret (Part 1)
At this time, Ge Ming's figure fell again, and he said with a bad expression: "Old man Yuan, you have no reason..."
"you shut up!"
Yuan Zhengyang glanced at him, "I'll catch up with Mr. Chicken, and I'll settle the score with you later!"
boom!
The words fell.
The broad sword in his hand fell instantly and was inserted diagonally on a boulder not far away. The majestic sword intent instantly enveloped the field!
"I bullied Mr. Chicken!"
"Everyone must die! If you dare to leave, you might as well give it a try!"
moment.
Ge Ming stopped talking.
The others were so frightened that they didn't even dare to speak out.
After becoming famous.
Yuan Zhengyang is keen on seclusion and breakthroughs, and rarely takes action, but everyone is afraid of him!
Sword repair!
The pinnacle of freedom!
It represents a great deterrent!
What did Jingfeng want to say?
But he was stopped by the eyes of the two guardians behind him.
"Master of the Gate."
On the contrary, Jian Wuchen, who thought he had a certain status in Yuan Zhengyang's heart, smiled lightly and said, "Actually, what happened today..."
"Are you deaf?"
Facing Jian Wuchen, Yuan Zhengyang naturally regained his composure as the master of Xuanjian Sect, and said displeasedly: "Did I ask you to speak?"
"..."
Hear the words.
The smile on Jian Wuchen's face froze instantly.
In my memory.
This was the first time Yuan Zhengyang spoke to him in this tone.
"Chicken Lord."
Yuan Zhengyang stopped paying attention to the others and hesitated: "Why are you here? Jianshou... is he okay?"
Seven Realms Alliance.
It's just a small remote area.
The distance from the prosperous Xuantian Territory is almost endless. Let alone the realm of freedom, even the realm of freedom cannot be reached at all. When he went to the Xuantian Territory, it was only by chance. He stayed there for less than a hundred years before being taken over by Xuantian. Thousands of years have passed since the people of Tianjian Sect were sent back here.
Therefore.
He had no idea about the changes in the Xuantian Sword Sect.
"..."
Hearing this, Chongming's eyes dimmed and he suddenly fell silent.
There was a thud.
Yuan Zhengyang's heart skipped a beat.
"Gone……"
After a while, under his anxious eyes, Chongming sighed softly, "Xuantian Sword Sect...is gone, everyone...is gone, Xiaoyun...is gone too."
"What!"
Yuan Zhengyang felt like he was struck by lightning!
"impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
He instantly lost his composure and hurriedly walked in, saying incoherently: "Master Chicken...you lied to me, right? This is a joke! No more? I don't believe it! Senior's sword...how could he...who in this world is... His opponent?"
"..."
Chongming said nothing and glanced at Gu Han.
"..."
Gu Han's heart sank slightly, and without saying a word, he took out the half-part of the Hongchen Sword that was full of cracks.
He already understands.
Original Zhengyang.
It was the person Chongming mentioned who had poor kendo qualifications who was pointed out by Yun Jiansheng.
"The world of mortals..."
Yuan Zhengyang's face was ashen and he murmured to himself, "It's really the world of mortals... broken... how could it be broken..."
Red Dust Sword.
Naturally, the people in the Seven Realms Alliance don't know him, but everyone in the Xuantian Domain knows about the sword cultivators!
His face was ashen, his hands were trembling, and he wanted to touch the Hongchen sword, but he didn't dare.
well……
Gu Han sighed secretly and sent the Hongchen Sword to him.
The blade of the sword is snow white.
Numerous cracks.
Looking at the Red Dust Sword.
In a daze, Yuan Zhengyang seemed to recall that scene again.
Thousands of years ago.
He narrowly escaped death and came to Xuantian Territory by chance. He also knew that there was such a place in the world, with so many geniuses and sword cultivators. Under the influence, he naturally aspired to become a sword cultivator, no matter how many years he had. Excellent, I just hope someone can appreciate it.
only.
Due to his qualifications, although he saw the sword monument, his income was extremely limited. He was ridiculed for wishful thinking and was not worthy of becoming a sword cultivator at all. He was disheartened and thought of all the sufferings he had experienced. He couldn't help but feel sad and found a way out. Secretly crying in a corner.
Crying so hard.
"Why are you crying?"
Just when he was so sad that he couldn't control himself, a gentle voice suddenly sounded beside him.
He turned back subconsciously.
But he saw a young man in white with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, as handsome as jade, looking at him with a smile!
"Sword head!"
He was shocked and turned pale, and quickly saluted, "Honor the sword head!"
Even though he had only seen it once from a distance, he remembered clearly that the young man in front of him was the most amazing ninth-generation swordsman in the history of Xuantian Sword Sect, Yun Jiansheng!
An existence that countless swordsmen look up to!
An existence that eclipses countless geniuses!
"Excuse me for disturbing Jianshou, I...I'm leaving right away..."
He thought he had offended Yun Jiansheng and was so frightened that he wanted to leave.
"not busy."
No idea.
Yun Jianshan didn't have the air of the sword head at all, and he didn't mean to look down on him at all. Instead, he sat down next to him and said with a smile: "A man of seven feet, but he cries so sadly. He must be in trouble." , I have nothing to do today, if you don’t mind, why not... tell me? "
"I……"
He had been depressed for a long time, and when he met Yun Jiansheng, he naturally poured out all his feelings.
"I wasted such a precious opportunity to view the sword monument."
"Sword head..."
"Am I stupid?"
The end.
He looked at Yun Jiansheng with hope, as if he wanted to find some comfort from him. Even if Yun Jiansheng said something like "You are not that bad", he would be able to regain his confidence.
"It is indeed stupid."
Yun Jiansheng told him frankly, "You have average talent and average understanding. Even if you spend ten times as much time as others, you may not get half of what they get. If you take other paths, you may get something, but it is just the way of swordsmanship. My suggestion... you should give up as soon as possible."
At that time.
This sentence almost completely extinguished the last spark in his heart.
"I understand."
His eyes were dim, and he bowed to Yun Jiansheng, "Thank you for your guidance..."
"Is it important?"
Seeing him leave in a daze, Yun Jiansheng asked with a smile.
"Ah?"
He turned around in a daze.
Yun Jiansheng smiled and said, "Are my opinions and other people's opinions important to you?"
"Not important?"
"Whether it's important or not depends on you."
Yun Jiansheng laughed and said, "Do you really want to become a sword cultivator?"
"I..."
His face flushed red, and the word "give up" on his lips couldn't be said, "I want to!"
"I didn't mean to test you just now."
Yun Jiansheng shook his head, "Your aptitude is really not good, and you may have wasted countless time, but in the end it was just in vain."
"Then...I want to!"
"If you want to, then do it."
“…”
“Let me ask you.”
Seeing that he didn’t speak, Yun Jiansheng slowly stood up, his voice sonorous and powerful, “What is a sword cultivator? Or… what is important to a sword cultivator?”
“Talent?”
“No.”
“Comprehension?”
“No.”
“Root bone?”
“Even more wrong.”
Yun Jiansheng looked into the distance and smiled, “Talent, comprehension, root bone… are just the sword in your hand, and as a sword cultivator, the most important thing is the sword in your heart. You just need to remember that a sword cultivator is fearless and lives for death, that’s all! The rest are all external and not worth mentioning!”
