Zhao Lei looked at the various swords scattered on the hillside. Some of them were not only brilliant and gorgeous, but also cold and extremely sharp.
Of course, there are also those rusty swords that can be broken by a gust of wind.
They are scattered on this hillside in various shapes.
Xiao Yi took Zhao Lei through those buildings without stopping. Zhao Lei was a little curious at first, but when he was taken to the last hillside, he understood.
Xiao Yi's temperament was the same as his appearance, he was very impatient. Zhao Lei was an ordinary person now, and Xiao Yi actually took him directly to this place, obviously wanting him to choose his own sword.
Apart from this possibility, Zhao Lei couldn't think of any other outcome. It couldn't be that Xiao Yi brought him here specifically to see the world.
When he came to this hillside, Xiao Yi's eyes were full of stories. He looked at the various sharp swords all over the hillside. He didn't speak at this time, and Zhao Lei didn't bother him either. He just stood quietly next to him.
It took a while for Xiao Yi to get over such memories. He didn't have this habit before, but as he gets older, he doesn't know why he always misses things from the past when he sees them.
And now Xiao Yi is the same. When he saw this hillside, he remembered the time when he first started practicing.
At that time, Xiao Yi's eyes were full of hope and longing, thinking that he could also hold a sharp sword and become a swordsman in the free world.
As he practiced later, he lived up to expectations, his cultivation progressed rapidly, and his understanding of the way of the sword was far beyond that of ordinary people.
Xiao Yi was once regarded as the new star of the entire sect. Even the Ten Thousand Souls Sect sent a decree to invite him to join the sect to practice, but for some reasons, he did not go.
However, when Xiao Yi was forty years old, after he reached his current level, for some reason he could not make any progress. This wasted period of nearly thirty years.
Gradually, everything has changed. Many of my friends who were cultivators of immortality have passed away. They either died in battles with others, or were wasted by time and disappeared in the long river.
A swordsman like Xiao Yi often fights with others, so injuries are commonplace. Sometimes the injuries can be cured, but sometimes they cannot.
And these injuries gradually become hidden diseases. As the fighting increases and the age increases, they gradually accumulate in the body. Therefore, many sword cultivators usually do not live to the moment when their normal life span ends, and their lifespan is exhausted early.
The strength of the sword cultivator also comes at a price.
With Zhao Lei behind him, Xiao Yi naturally would not continue to be immersed in his insights.
He turned around, pointed his right hand at the swords on the hillside, and said to Zhao Lei:
"My good disciple, have you seen that this sword tomb is the most important treasure of our mountain gate?
Every disciple who joins my sect can go to the sword tomb for free on the first day and pick out a sword that suits him or her.
Of course, this kind of suitability is not only about you falling in love with this sword, but also about this sword recognizing you.
Only after both parties recognize each other can the disciple take the sword away and practice with it.
The sword is not only a weapon, but also the second mission of sword cultivators. You must cherish it as your own life, because only in this way can those who love swords reach the point where man and sword become one and realize the supreme power. kendo.
Instead of treating the sword as a simple tool, put it away after use and don't care about it anymore.
In this case, you will always be just a common man slashing with a sword, and you will never be able to exert the true power of the sword. You will only use the superficial abilities given to it by the caster.
I am saying now that you may not understand it yet, but you will understand what I am saying after you choose your favorite sword and experience the feeling.
Come on, good disciple, go up by yourself. I only have one thing to say, trust your own intuition. No matter how the sword itself looks, if you think it suits you, you can take it off.
If Baojian also recognizes you, he will naturally fall away from this. The more gorgeous the sword, the more powerful it will be. Only the one that suits you can give full play to its strength. "
Not all disciples can take out their own sword from the sword tomb.
This kind of thing relies on chance. A large number of Xiao Yi's disciples purchased the swords from outside, not from the sword tomb.
But Xiao Yi believed that, for Zhao Lei, choosing a suitable sword was only a matter of course.
What Xiao Yi was curious about was, what kind of sword would Zhao Lei choose? Then what kind of power will be exerted.
At this time, Xiao Yi looked at Zhao Lei with a kind smile on his face. If other disciples in the sect saw his current appearance, they would probably be shocked.
Because the current Xiao Yi is completely different from his usual image, they think that their elder is just a cold, stubborn monk who is as unkind as a sharp sword.
But I don't want to see another side now. Sure enough, there is no truly cold person in this world. If a person looks cold, it's just because he doesn't show his tenderness to you.
Facing Xiao Yi's attentive gaze, Zhao Lei nodded and said:
"Okay, Master!"
Zhao Lei looked at the sword tomb in front of him and moved forward step by step. To be honest, he felt a little nervous now. He knew that everything about him, except for his flawless body, which might be able to stick to a little edge, , everything else is fake.
If Zhao Lei didn't get a single sword in this trip, wouldn't he be a little sorry? He has such a so-called extremely talented person.
Zhao Lei stood at the bottom and counted up. This sword tomb has twelve floors. The higher up, the more precious it is, while the lower ones are more ordinary.
Of course, this is not absolute. As Xiao Yi said, the one that suits you is the best, and the ones below are not necessarily good. As long as it suits you, it is the best.
It was sunny and sunny outside, but as soon as Zhao Lei stepped into the scope of the sword tomb, everything around him suddenly changed. He only felt the biting cold wind blowing on his face. , there are also dark clouds in the sky.
But looking in from the outside, everything is business as usual.
Zhao Lei was inside, and a huge coercion enveloped him, as if he wanted to defeat him.
But even though Zhao Lei has lost his cultivation, his monster-like body is not in vain.
This coercion enveloped Zhao Lei. He shrugged his shoulders, felt it, and found that it did not have much impact on him. Then he stepped onto the steps with firm steps.
