The atmosphere in the Sword Burial Valley gradually became more relaxed. Listening to the plans of Lin Manliu and Eleven made the old members of the Si family present feel a little more at ease.
If in the past years, the mountain owner's disappearance and the young lady leaving the mountain alone were the root cause of their heartache.
At this moment, the lesions can be regarded as completely removed. The man called Brother Wang suddenly spoke up and said, "Mountain Master, but the Snow Marquis and those who harmed you...maybe they are from the same group?" Si Yan shook his head and chuckled, without giving an answer.
Lin Manliu replied loudly: "Uncle Wang's words are indeed possible, but if Marquis Tuxue is with him, we will not be able to reach the Sword Burial Valley..." Because for Xiao Baoli, yijian There is no need for the Villa to know the truth about Zhujian Peak's past.
There is also no reason for Si Yan, who is trapped here, to wait for them alive. There must be a plan to capture him and trap him in the Buried Sword Valley. Even if it is for the purpose of Sword Forging Peak or if they can rescue him, it may be part of the planning of those behind the scenes.
But these are not what Lin Manliu and Eleven should think about now. They can only take one step at a time. Si Yan said: "Then stay here for a while. If Uncle Qiao comes here in the meantime, I will find a way to meet with him for verification!" Brother Wang said, "Now that things have been arranged, we will go out first." Investigate, take the mountain master out when no one is around!" Si Yan nodded as a sign, and after Si's old men left the valley, he continued to meditate and adjust his breath.
Eleven has not said a word since his joking remarks before. At this moment, all three people in the valley did not speak, and fell into silence.
Lin Manliu glanced at the discarded swords around him casually. In addition to the four swords, there were also many weapons of different styles, mostly broad swords.
The young man in a short shirt asked: "The swords of Zhujian Peak are handed out with light swords and thin swords, which shows their dexterity, but why are there relatively few discarded swords here?" Si Yan replied. : "It is the dexterity of the light sword that can easily display the power of the sword, not the power of the sword that can only be demonstrated by the light sword..." In Lin Manliu's mind, he was still recalling the swords of the disciples in the Sword Forging Peak, As well as the moves and attacks seen on the martial arts field at that time.
Even including Qiao Ruichen, Li Junce, or Senior Sister Qiao, they mostly used light swords and short weapons.
The young man's thoughts were interrupted by the words of the master of Sword Forging Peak. He looked up at the masked man, then looked back at his master.
Only then did Lin Manliu understand what Si Yan meant. It was just because the light sword was so dexterous that it was easy to use the Sword Forging Peak sword power.
But to maximize the lethality of the sword, neither a dexterous light sword nor a light short-hand weapon is the best choice.
And here are the broad swords standing on both sides of the mountain road, as well as the Xia Mingchan used by the master and the people in front of me!
Not long after, Si's old troops who had gone to the outside of the valley returned.
"The disciples of the Buried Sword Valley have all returned to the village. Mountain Master, we can leave the valley!" Brother Wang shouted. Si Yan punched the ground with one hand and then stood up.
The tall figure stood in the valley. He looked at the slightly worn robes on his body, raised his hand and tore them all to the ground.
The shackles of the past are about to be thrown off... Si Yan followed Eleven and Lin Manliu and walked step by step towards the outside of the valley.
At this moment, he walked easily and calmly. Because of those strange sounds that lingered in my ears and could not be dissipated.
After Eleven struck each other with stone bars and imitation swords earlier, he completely disappeared. Si Yan looked at the light at the exit of the valley, which he had never imagined in all these years.
I originally thought that I would only be trapped in this buried sword valley from now on, and I never thought that I would be able to see the light of day again and walk out of here again.
Eleven did not look at the tall man behind her. She looked at the scenery at the mouth of the valley and was also touched in her heart.
Ever since the disasters happened on the Sword-Forging Peak, she had long since sealed these things in her heart, and had no intention of restarting them, so she just pretended to have forgotten them all.
But today, when she walked back to that door of her heart, she found that there was still warmth left. In fact, she has never forgotten... Approaching the exit of the valley, everyone can already see the scenery outside the valley.
Si's old subordinates stationed outside were also looking at them with joy. The leader, Angkor, had already raised his right arm and looked towards Si Yan.
Si Yan coughed slightly and was about to call out the names of the children in front of him. Cough...cough...At the same moment, there seemed to be a breeze blowing, and there was a slight sound in everyone's ears.
Suddenly, Si Yan felt a sudden discomfort in his heart and staggered back two steps. Then he started to cover his heart and began to gasp for breath.
Eleven heard the movement behind him and quickly turned around to look. Finding that the tall figure had already fallen to the ground, the old members of the Si family behind him also hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
"Mountain Master! What's wrong with you!"
"Senior!" Seeing Lin Manliu and Si's old subordinates rush to Si Yan's side, Eleven looked helplessly at his father.
The shouts from the outside of the valley were also heard, and soon everyone gathered together. Eleven was at a loss, and she didn't know how to deal with it at this time.
Seeing that something was wrong, Lin Manliu hurriedly said: "Send senior back to the valley first, and remember not to encounter those abandoned swords along the way!" Brother Wang and Brother Wu were much calmer than the others, and immediately sent Si Yan Pick it up and walk towards the valley.
Soon, only the woman in black and the boy in short shirt were left at the entrance of Sword Valley. Eleven murmured: "What did you hear just now..." Lin Manliu said: "It's still the same sound... But master, don't worry, there is always a way to solve everything, don't rush now!" Listen! Only after the young man comforted her did the woman in black calm down.
She immediately ran towards the valley. Lin Manliu looked around the mouth of the valley to confirm that there was nothing unusual before following her.
Returning to the depths of the Buried Sword Valley, under Si Yan's guidance, we came to the sword-making platform. His expression softened a lot, and he leaned on the table, gradually calming down.
Si Yan looked at the sorrow on everyone's faces and laughed at himself: "Probably this is what that person said, hiding there forever..." After saying that, seeing everyone's expressions unchanged, he laughed a few more times. The sound supports the scene.
Brother Wang sighed and said: "The mountain master does not need to comfort us, we will definitely find a way to rescue the mountain master from this place!"
"It's out of the way... It's a blessing to be able to stop being crazy now!" When the woman in black and the boy in short shirts came forward, Si Yan forced a smile and was about to continue telling some jokes.
"You are all crying and crying, what should I do to the younger generation! You think so..." But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Eleven.
"Did you hear that just now?" Si Yan stopped laughing and responded: "That's right...
"Lin Manliu tugged at the corner of his master's clothes and nodded. The young man looked at Si Yan and said, "Senior, he was not affected inside the valley, but he heard those noises again when he was outside the valley. It should be that he has been here for a long time. The reason for Burying the Sword Valley! Si Yan wondered: "What's the explanation?" Lin Manliu explained: "After the weapons are transported here, they will no longer appear in the sky. If you pick up the sword, it will be destroyed instantly." Si Yan laughed sadly: "Then we can only live in the shadows of the valley..." The boy in short shirt shook his head and said: "There must be a way out of the valley!" "Because if Si Yan were here and those people were imprisoned but not killed, they would definitely not let him die here.
If someone tried to lure him out of the valley when he had no sanity and died so easily, then Si Yan would have no value at all.
In order to achieve what they planned, Si Yan, who was trapped here, was
The chances of being "rescued" will definitely be high. The explanations these teenagers gave themselves were naturally not expressed in words.
Lin Manliu continued: "We can station outside the valley first, and take turns entering the Sword Buried Valley to check on the situation of our seniors. If there is any previous madness, we can make plans later!" Si Yan responded: "Then follow what my little friend wants. Yes! Old Wang, Old Huang, and..." The Sword-Forging Peak Mountain Master said, looking at the position of the woman in black. He looked a little embarrassed and didn't know how to comfort him.
Eleven was the first to react, turning around and walking out.
"Let's do it according to Manliu's wishes first. I won't stay with the discussion. I'll go outside the valley to take care of his affairs."
"By the way, the name has been dropped...my name is Eleven now..." Eleven's suddenly cold mood made everyone present a little puzzled, and even the young man was a little confused.
However, Si Yan understood what she was thinking. She just wanted to suppress her inner thoughts again in these forms.
Only by putting these emotions behind can she be able to calmly make a decision when encountering trouble, instead of being at a loss as before at the entrance to the valley.
...In the village outside the Sword Valley, the disciples stationed here hid the weapons again and returned to their usual appearance.
The one who should rest in the house was lying on the couch, pretending to be unconscious. The idlers who should be making jokes at the entrance of the village also found a place on the stone ridge to sit down and chat.
This simple village folk custom is vividly highlighted. At this moment, everyone heard the sound of breathing coming from the entrance of the village.
A rickety young man using a tree branch as a cane appeared in front of them. His clothes were extremely shabby, with several slits on his arms. If the slits had been wider, they would have become strips of cloth.
The rickety young man took a look at the scene in the village. There were few people here, and he thought it was a safe place.
So he wanted to rest for a while at the tree stump at the entrance of the village. He hobbled forward with his walking stick.
Looking at the limping step, it looked really miserable. The disciples of Buried Sword Valley couldn't drive this person away immediately, so they had no choice but to let the rickety young man rest at the entrance of the village.
Deacon Jin waited for a while, remembering that there was still a young lady and others in the Sword Burial Valley at this time, so he took some money and dry food from the house and prepared to send this person away.
Deacon Jin placed the things in his hands at the young man's feet, and then spoke.
"Here are some broken silver and food. Let's leave early..." The rickety boy carefully looked at the dry food on the ground, and then he was about to say thanks.
But when he looked into Deacon Jin's eyes, the rickety young man quickly fell back. He had seen that look before. It was not the usual disgust and disgust, but more of an ulterior motive...
