Chu Xiu vaguely understood.
This white-haired old man acted chivalrously and did no evil in his youth, so that when he used this "sword in the chest" method to protect the Apocalypse Sword, Suzaku Academy would not be able to seize the sword.
Although the disciples of Suzaku Academy each have their own madness and temperament, they are all kind-hearted people. They will never kill a knight who has done countless righteous deeds and has not done any bad things just for a sword. of old people.
"This is based on the calculation of Dean Feng's temperament." Chu Xiu secretly exclaimed.
"Thousands of years ago, Emperor Wu invited my ancestor of the Mo family to build Emperor Wu's mausoleum for him..."
The proprietress Mo Shaojun took a step forward, stared at the white-haired old man, and said word by word, "The ancestors of the Mo family used the whole family's efforts to build Emperor Wu's mausoleum for him. On the day when the tomb was completed, the entire Mo family encountered the Daqian royal family. The palace masters were sent to massacre.
Only one ancestor managed to escape.
This ancestor lived in seclusion in the mountains and wild mountains, married a wife and had children. After nine hundred years, our Mo family has just regained its strength.
Forty-two years ago, forty-two years ago, my Mo clan was executed again! "
At the end of the sentence, the proprietress Mo Shaojun's eyes were red and her face was full of resentment, "Da Gan, the royal family, deserves to be punished!"
The white-haired old man looked at Mo Shaoyun and said slowly: "If it were you, I will die without any regrets."
"I want to know why?" the landlady said coldly, "You snatched this sword three hundred years ago, why are you still killing my Mo clan?"
The white-haired old man said: "The old slave was not involved in this matter. He doesn't know much. He only vaguely remembers that about forty-two years ago, someone robbed Emperor Wu's tomb."
"Tomb robbery?" The landlady frowned, this was something she didn't know.
"Who is your boss?" Chu Xiu asked.
The white-haired old man shook his head, "If you want to seize the sword, the old slave will not resist if Mr. San is here."
"The Apocalypse Sword belongs to my Mo clan." The landlady said coldly.
The white-haired old man said: "So, if you want to take away the sword, I have no resentment in my heart."
The landlady sneered: "You think I don't dare?"
"Then come." The white-haired old man said calmly.
The landlady clenched her fists and walked towards the white-haired old man step by step.
Chu Xiu, Zhu Yourong, Zhang Liang, and Li Xianyuan all watched quietly.
The white-haired old man's eyes were very calm, and there was not the slightest fluctuation of true energy on his body.
He looked at the landlady quietly.
The landlady is approaching.
A pair of cold eyes stared at the hilt of the sword.
She wanted to pull out the Apocalypse Sword directly, she wanted to do so, but when her eyes fell on the old man's skinny chest in front of her, it was as if there was a huge stone weighing on her hand, unable to reach out.
Her eyes were red, with tears in the corners, and her expression became sad and sad.
She hated herself for why she couldn't draw the sword ruthlessly.
This sword belongs to the Mo clan!
"An accomplice is also a murderer." Chu Xiu took a step forward, walked slowly to the proprietress's side, and looked at the white-haired old man, "The way you guard your sword is indeed unique.
Zhuque Academy will not touch you, and even the descendant of the Mo family in front of you cannot bear it. "
The white-haired old man looked at Chu Xiu calmly.
"You have been sitting here for decades, and there is no daylight." Chu Xiu said, "You are not a monk, you are not a Taoist, and you are not a hermit; you have been sitting here, without cultivating your mind."
The white-haired old man said softly: "You should also cultivate your mind, otherwise it will be too boring."
"Do you regret it?" Chu Xiu asked.
The white-haired old man asked, "Do you have a benefactor?"
"Benefactor? Yes." Chu Xiu nodded, "My master Jiu Taoist and Medicine King Mo Baicao, both of them have saved my life."
"The grace of saving my life..." the white-haired old man whispered and said slowly, "The old slave has been an orphan since he was a child. He seems to have been begging as long as he can remember.
At that time, there was a man who gave me food, taught me how to read and write, and taught me the methods of spiritual practice, which made me live a better life than ordinary people.
From the beginning, he told me what he needed me to do in the future.
I agreed, and for the first forty years, I lived very smoothly, and I did everything I wanted to do.
When I was young, I acted chivalrously and enjoyed the world. I also made some friends and had a confidante.
When I was forty years old, I gave up everything and went to the benefactor. He gave me two choices:
One of them is to forget about him, forget about the promise of childhood, and continue to live as before. "
Chu Xiu was silent for a moment.
"If it were you, how would you choose?" The white-haired old man looked at Chu Xiu.
Chu Xiu was speechless.
"Everyone has his own destiny." The white-haired old man said, "I have always known that his kindness to me had ulterior motives from the beginning.
But so what? He gave me a new lease of life for nearly forty years and allowed me to experience everything I wanted.
Nowadays, the darkened room with dry lights is a bit boring, but I have no regrets. "
Chu Xiu said slowly: "He may really want you to live the life you want."
The white-haired old man smiled for the first time, "That would be better. In fact, I have always had a guess that he may have trained more than just me."
Chu Xiu muttered: "After you die, there should be someone like you who will take care of this sword in this way."
The white-haired old man said: "As long as the sword is still being worshiped by Emperor Wu, this way of looking at the sword will probably continue to be passed down."
"Do you want the Apocalypse Sword to stay here forever?" Chu Xiu looked at the white-haired old man, "Do you hope that someone's rest of their life will be as dark as yours?"
The white-haired old man's face was calm, "If the sword is still here, it means that there is at least one orphan like me who should have starved to death on the streets or lived a life of ignorance, but because of the existence of this sword, he spent forty years of happiness. Time.”
"But there are also people who died because of this." Chu Xiu said, "What should we do about the blood feud of the Mo family?"
The white-haired old man said: "So, the old slave has never thought of resisting."
Chu Xiu frowned.
"Whether it's the rivers and lakes or the court, it's far more dangerous than you imagine." Li Xianyuan said calmly, "There are some things that you can obviously do with your hands, but you can't."
"You're so good, why don't you come?" Chu Xiu glared at Li Xianyuan.
Li Xianyuan said: "Am I familiar with you?"
"You bastard." Chu Xiu got angry and cursed, "You are such a coward, you are the one who I despise the most in the entire Chang'an City."
Li Xianyuan originally wanted to deal with it indifferently, but this "turtle son" was really off guard. He snorted coldly, his face was ashen, and he ignored Chu Xiu.
Chu Xiu sneered and turned to look at the third gentleman Wang Liang, "Third senior brother, how about you come? This sword must be taken away today."
"My sword only kills evil people." Wang Liang said expressionlessly.
Chu Xiu said: "I didn't ask you to draw the sword, just pull it out."
Wang Liang squinted, "Why don't you pull it out yourself?"
Chu Xiu was a little angry, "I talked to him too much, and I couldn't stop. You haven't talked to him yet, so it's most appropriate for you to come."
"It's you who wants the sword, not me." Wang Liang said angrily, "If I draw the sword, my mood will be in chaos."
Chu Xiu had no choice but to look at the white-haired old man again and said hesitantly: "How about you pull out the sword yourself?"
The white-haired old man said: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but when this sword is inserted into my chest, it hurts my heart; when I pull it out, it will only hurt even more."
Chu Xiu said in a muffled voice: "I can help you relieve pain."
"Since you can even help me with pain relief, why don't you just pull out the sword?" the white-haired old man said.
Chu Xiu narrowed his eyes, "Why do I feel like you, old guy, are a little sinister?"
The white-haired old man said: "I have always told the truth and I have never told you a lie."
"Telling the truth is more insidious." Chu Xiu sneered, "Seizing someone else's sword by force, no matter how much you tell the truth, it won't change the facts. Both you and your benefactor are engaging in moral kidnapping."
"Moral kidnapping..." the white-haired old man whispered, nodding slowly, "It's very vivid. Your morals are too high. You don't want to harm the old slave's life, so you can only make trouble yourself."
Chu Xiu was speechless. This old guy was really insufferable.
"Boy, your literary talent is good, is it useful?" A slight sarcastic voice sounded.
Hearing this, Zhang Liang's eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's him..." Chu Xiu's heart moved, and a person appeared in front of him.
A young figure with an unruly smile on his face.
Chen Changsheng.
"Are you deflated?" Chen Changsheng raised his chin slightly and looked sideways at Chu Xiu.
Chu Xiu remained silent.
"To solve problems, we must use our brains more." Chen Changsheng said with a smile, "This kind of problem must be solved from the source."
With that said, he turned and looked at the white-haired old man.
"You are..." The white-haired old man's face trembled.
Chen Changsheng said: "You just said that with this sword, there might be an orphan who lived as happy as you in the first forty years?"
The white-haired old man nodded slightly. He had already guessed the identity of the person in front of him. Apart from being excited, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
"Your benefactor is probably no longer alive." Chen Changsheng added.
The white-haired old man responded in silence.
Chen Changsheng said: "Think well of him. He wants you to live the rest of your life well. Do you think you are living well?"
The white-haired old man remained silent.
"What is inheritance?" Chen Changsheng asked, "He trained you from a beggar to a knight. And who did you train?"
The white-haired old man lowered his head slightly, feeling touched.
"You should understand that since I'm here, I will definitely pull out this sword." Chen Changsheng looked at the white-haired old man, "I just ask you, do you want to die here, or do you want to walk around the world like your benefactor? , to help and educate some little beggars who are suffering from disasters?”
"Old slave..." The white-haired old man's lips trembled.
"Don't mention old slaves in front of me." Chen Changsheng looked bored, "I'm older than you, and I don't know who gave you the servility. Could it be that your benefactor trained you as a slave?"
The white-haired old man was silent for a moment and said slowly: "You are here, and I didn't have a choice. Since you gave me the opportunity, I am naturally grateful."
Chen Changsheng turned around, raised his chin high, and looked down at Chu Xiu, "Did you see that? Are you okay?"
Chu Xiu's face twitched slightly, and he said in a low voice: "If I can keep his life after drawing the sword, I can also convince him."
Chen Changsheng sneered and said sarcastically: "It's not you who can't do it."
Chu Xiu was secretly annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.
Chen Changsheng held out the little finger of his right hand with a proud look on his face, and said with a smile: "Boy, in front of me, you are like this."
Chu Xiu's face turned a little dark.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about my little finger, but a speck of dust on the nail of my little finger." Chen Changsheng said leisurely.
Chu Xiu looked at the third teacher, Zhang Liang, and asked warmly: "Are Tang Jiabao and Duanmu Yaoyao's injuries healed?"
Chen Changsheng's face suddenly stiffened.
Zhang Liang was startled, and then asked: "Are they injured? Who did it?"
"They don't seem to be very strong. They all vomited blood when they were doing that so-called trapped spirit formation." Chu Xiu said leisurely, "I don't know why."
Zhang Liang was speechless and was waiting here.
"You brat, you probably forgot where you are going tomorrow." Zhang Liang reminded him coldly.
Chu Xiu's eyelids twitched and he remained silent.
Tomorrow, I will definitely go to the back hill of Zhuque Academy.
Who is the biggest at the back of the academy?
"Made, you are almost two thousand years old, why are you pretending to be young?" Chu Xiu cursed secretly, feeling a little depressed.
Chen Changsheng sneered, turned around again, glanced at the white-haired old man, and with a slight movement of his right hand, the Apocalypse Sword inserted in the white-haired old man's chest flew out and floated in the air.
At the same time, a wisp of green energy emerged from Chen Changsheng's fingertips and instantly merged into the white-haired old man's chest wound.
The whole process was almost completed in a flash of lightning. The white-haired old man felt that his body was empty and he returned to normal.
Not only was there no pain, but the chest became warm as the green energy blended in.
"You can probably live for ten more years." Chen Changsheng looked at the white-haired old man, "If your mind is clear and your realm has a breakthrough, you can live longer."
The white-haired old man knelt directly on the ground and said respectfully: "Thank you, Dean, for your kindness."
Chen Changsheng looked at Wu Huangsi, his eyes became deep, and he whispered: "This boy is really good at playing."
Then he shook his head and glanced at Chu Xiu again, "Just make a fuss. If you are still interested in the future, just make it on your own. Relying on the power of the academy, it seems a bit funny after all."
After saying that, Chen Changsheng took a step forward, and the figures of him and the white-haired old man turned into light and disappeared into the distance.
The Sword of Apocalypse was inserted into the ground.
"Master's madness is the real madness." Zhang Liang sighed, "We can only treat it as a small fight."
Chu Xiu looked at the direction in which Chen Changsheng left, thinking that even a pig could probably live into a pig demon after living for two thousand years.
The key is, how can one live for two thousand years?
Chu Xiu was yearning for it and silently set a small goal in his heart:
Let’s live for a hundred thousand years first!
Something happened here.
At the beginning, he was very high-spirited, thinking about crushing the golden sword; when he came to Wuhuangsi, the situation took a turn for the worse, and he was tangled up; in the end, although he helped the proprietress and Zhu Yourong get the Apocalypse Sword, Chu Xiu was not happy at all. stand up.
He was not the one who really helped the landlady.
Chen Changsheng.
Chu Xiu's mood was very complicated.
This feeling is probably like a classmate who was originally competing with you for the position of class president, and suddenly became the class teacher. Who can you ask to reason with?
When leaving the palace, the proprietress wrapped the Apocalypse Sword in a piece of brocade cloth and held it in her arms.
After leaving the palace and seeing the gold and silver platform in the distance, Chu Xiu and Zhang Liang both stopped.
On the gold and silver stage, Emperor Qian was looking at him coldly.
"Third Senior Brother, do you feel that this trip is a bit frustrating?" Chu Xiu tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice.
Zhang Liang nodded, "It's true that I feel a little aggrieved."
"How about... let's give it a chop?"
