By the time everyone at Yijian Villa arrived at the Sword Burial Valley, it was already three days later. Lin Manliu looked around, everything was similar to what he saw when he was lost.
It was still the dilapidated village, and even the tree stump where he tied Xiao Huang remained the same at the entrance of the village.
But the only thing that changed was that at the entrance of the village, the Sword-Forging Peak disciples were standing side by side. The middle-aged man who should be the caretaker here took a step forward and walked out.
He glanced at Lu Fengbai, then clasped his fists and saluted: "We have received the message from the Valley Master. You can enter the Sword Burial Valley on your own. No one will ask..." This person's words seemed to be unwilling. Halfway through, he had already looked elsewhere.
Lu Fengbai didn't say anything. Just as the man was about to continue speaking, he saw the owner of Yijian Villa in front of him move his position.
A man dressed in black emerged from behind him, along with a dozen guards of similar age. The deacon who was responsible for taking care of the buried sword valley had his eyes changing several times and his mouth opening and closing accordingly.
Finally, he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Wang...Brother Angkor...it's really you!" The two elderly guards behind Eleven just hugged the man and said nothing.
Immediately, the middle-aged deacon suddenly took a step back, and was about to kneel down and salute to the man in black in front of him.
The next moment, his arm was dragged by Eleven.
"Miss is back..." The middle-aged deacon burst into tears. Eleven words said: "I no longer have anything to do with Sword Making Peak. Today I am just taking all the elders back to Sword Burial Valley..." The middle-aged deacon hurriedly raised his sleeves, wiped away the tears on his face, and then immediately Move to the right.
"The letter didn't mention the arrival of the lady in person... It's my old fool's fault... I should have thought of the presence of Brother Wang and Brother Ang..." Eleven shook his head and said: "No matter what happened today, It’s the same for everyone, fallen leaves always return to their roots..."
"Miss... you're not leaving..." The middle-aged deacon's face showed a hint of joy, and his eyes were fixed on the black clothes in front of him.
He still remembered that more than ten years ago, even though Zhujian Peak had been closed down, the Valley Master would still take them back to the peak during festivals.
At that time... where there were the most people, there was always a little girl wearing a goose-yellow dress. She is everyone's caring little cotton-padded jacket, no matter who they are, they will circle around her.
Qiao Bo would often pick up the little girl and let her ride on his shoulders, thinking to everyone that she was just the granddaughter of his eldest brother and his granddaughter!
As long as that little girl smiles, everyone at Zhujian Peak seems to feel that all these years of suffering have been worth it!
There is no big reason for sealing the hut and closing the mountain. Isn’t it all so that these juniors can grow up safely?
Later, the little girl grew up. She also began to learn swordsmanship, and her swordsmanship skills were, in Qiao Bo's words.
He is the first person to come to Zhujian Peak since the beginning of the mountain. There has never been anyone before, and there will never be anyone since! Even so, whenever they return to the peak, everyone will still surround this strange woman who has grown up.
I saw her wearing a yellow skirt and holding a sword. As soon as she took it out of the sheath, it was flying in all directions like butterflies in the mountains. When he sheathed his sword again, the sword power of Zhujian Peak was at full strength, and no one could surpass it.
By the time she went down the mountain to practice, she had already been learning swordsmanship for eleven years. The words of the woman in black interrupted the middle-aged deacon's memory of the past.
"It's just that they won't leave..." Such a reply inevitably made me feel disappointed, but I still kept it in my heart.
The middle-aged deacon spoke loudly: "Miss, you can go there by yourself, but you need to remind Master Lu and his disciples that what you see in the Sword Burial Valley has no meaning to the outside world, and you can't take it out or take it away. .." Eleven responded: "They won't go in, and will continue westward in a while." After hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately raised his hands and saluted: "Yes, Miss..." Lin Manliu stepped forward. Taking a step forward, he stood side by side with his master, and then looked back together.
"Feng Bai, Man Liu, stay with me for a while and I will catch up with you!" Eleven said. Lu Fengbai hummed, looked at the young man and warned: "Don't rush to catch up. Things in Southern Xinjiang are mostly just a formality. If you feel anything strange along the way, take care of yourself first!" Lin Manliu nodded and responded: "Yes! Manliu I will definitely take care of myself first!" After hearing the young man's reply, Lu Fengbai looked at Eleven.
"No matter what the outcome is, I'm waiting for you!" As soon as these words came out, the woman in black curled her lips in front of everyone.
"Did his guy specifically give this order? Can you put these things away... I'm really annoyed..."
"Manliu, please tell me, do I need him to wait?" The boy in a short shirt was speechless for a moment. The middle-aged deacon not far behind him had a wry smile on his face.
Miss, it's still the same as before...very good. The woman in black could only sigh: "Hey, the apprentice has grown up and is no longer facing the master... his elbows have begun to turn outward..." Lin Manliu hurriedly said: "No way! Is the apprentice just here? I’m calling the old liar in my heart!”
"That's right! You should remember the good things about the master and remember the bad things about him!" Eleven smiled and stretched out his hand to scratch the boy's head.
Lu Fengbai said: "Then I will continue westward with the remaining disciples. Take care!" Eleven looked at Lu Fengbai and said the same thing: "Take care!" After watching Lu Fengbai and others leave, Lin Manliu and His master also turned around and walked towards the village, all the way towards the valley where the sword was buried.
It took about half a stick of incense to reach the Sword Burial Valley together with the old members of the Si clan. The scenery was still the same as when the boy first saw it. Thousands of swords were erected on both sides of the valley, and the chaotic scene made everyone think that this place was an abandoned sword tomb.
A figure flashed in Lin Manliu's mind, it was Ning Ke who was disguised as a man. The young man said: "Master, Mr. Mo's nephew and I met here by chance..." The woman in black beside him smiled and hummed, and took his hand.
"Are you afraid to go in again?" Lin Manliu replied decisively: "Master is here, don't be afraid!" On the way here, the boy in short shirt told the master and the two of them everything about what he saw at that time. The old department of the Si family.
When the mysterious man's moves and sword-wielding habits were revealed, only the master remained calm.
As for those former members of the Si family, they all looked nervous and in disbelief. Because Lin Manliu's description could only remind them of one person.
A Mountain Master of Zhujian Peak whose whereabouts have long been unknown, or who has been informed of his death by others... Eleven spoke out: "Everyone here, allow me to call you uncle again... No matter what happens in the valley next, You must obey my arrangements, okay?" Everyone nodded in agreement and clenched the weapons in their hands.
Because according to Lin Manliu's description, the people hiding in the valley must have fallen into madness mentally and should not be treated by ordinary people.
After the woman in black finished speaking, she also held up Xia Mingchan in her hand and began to walk towards the valley where the sword was buried. Lin Manliu also unsheathed his sword early, holding Shan Ye Xing upside down with his left hand, and holding the village's standard long sword tightly with his right hand.
Apart from the footsteps of everyone, there was no other sound in the valley. It was as quiet as if there was nothing in it, but the sharp blades piercing the ground and cliffs on both sides of the mountain road revealed that there was something strange in the valley.
The man who was called Brother Wang at the entrance of the village spoke softly: "Miss, when I visited the Sword Burial Valley in the early years, there were not so many abandoned swords here... something strange..." In the past, the Sword-Forging Peak was still there In its heyday, there would only be more soldiers and swords forged than now, but after the sword appreciation accident, there were actually more people here than in previous years. Which of them would not be suspicious?
Lin Manliu replied in a low voice: "Well... Master, there are more than last year... something is not right!" Eleven said: "Then there is only one possibility. Without Grandpa Qiao knowing, , there are still people who are forging swords and sending them to Buried Sword Valley...or maybe there are people who are forging swords in Buried Sword Valley!" Swords are being forged in Buried Sword Valley?
Just when everyone was thinking, the originally silent Sword Burial Valley suddenly remembered a sound breaking through the air!
Whoosh - a snow-white long sword flew out from the side of everyone, and Eleven immediately shouted: "Back off!" Everyone present looked shocked at such a familiar sword move, and began to scatter to avoid it.
The sword power flies to Guluan! The snow-white long sword was spinning so fast that one person reacted a little too slowly and almost had no time to dodge.
The woman in black immediately urged Xia Mingchan in her hand and swept out with a sword! The sword is as powerful as Huanglong! In an instant, Xia Mingchan collided with the snow-white sword!
The next moment, Eleven twisted his wrist and then twisted the hilt of the sword. That snow-white sword was killed by Xia Mingchan
"Swallowed" into it, and then the sword collapsed on the spot. Lin Manliu looked at the long sword that was shattered on the ground. Isn't it the Bai Ri imitation sword?
The young man in a short shirt immediately shouted: "Master, here we come!" Eleven shouted loudly: "Prioritize your own protection later. Don't attack rashly. Leave it to me to track down the enemy!" Si's old men shouted in unison: " Yes!" At the same time as everyone was talking, several strong winds blew past, one, two, three... At this moment, four daylight weapons flew out from the dark valley. The swords were thrown to various parts of the crowd.
Lin Manliu was shocked. This situation was completely different from the last time he came here. At that time, he and Ning Ke could barely deal with the strange man.
At this moment, he could not see anyone, but the pressure he felt when he heard that he was in danger was something he had never felt before. In terms of momentum, the strange man has become stronger. From the young man's initial impression, he is even comparable to Liu Mei and Na Tuxuehou.
Lin Manliu held out his sword and was the first to block a daytime imitation sword. Just when he was about to remind the old members of the Si family behind him, he felt it was no longer necessary.
Perhaps because of these two attacks, these people were more convinced of the identity of the people in the valley, and they didn't need to shout on Eleven.
Three or two people formed a group of their own, handing out the swords from the Forged Sword Peak one by one, and they cooperated in a tacit understanding. In just a moment, the danger of the Four Swords was resolved.
Eleven watched the surroundings vigilantly, with Xia Mingchan in his hand always lying in front of him, waiting for the next move in the valley.
Just when everyone was about to get closer and close up, there was a sound of heavy footsteps to their northwest.
Tread—tap—tap—accompanying the sound of footsteps was a deep roar!
"The soldiers of the world...all came out...Forged Sword Peak...the soldiers of the world...all broke...buried in the Sword Valley..."
