Since ancient times, Holy Sword Villa has been a topic that can never be avoided in the minds of many swordsmen in the wilderness. Because it represents the pinnacle of Dahuang swordsmanship, it is not only a holy place in the hearts of many Dahuang swordsmen, but also a place of glory.
Because in the wilderness, the word "holy" has the same meaning as the words "god" and "emperor". It represents the strongest, it represents the first, it represents the supreme. Being able to be dubbed the "Holy Sword Villa" is enough to prove its status and influence in the hearts of the people of Dahuang.
For tens of thousands of years, the Holy Sword Villa has produced countless masters of swordsmanship, many of whom are famous and world-famous. So much so that people even affectionately call the people of Holy Sword Villa the Sword Clan.
However, it is regrettable that as many masters of Holy Sword Villa died fighting for the Great Wilderness in the Eastern Wilderness War, the past glory and past legends of Holy Sword Villa will always remain in the memory of history. In the past three hundred years, Holy Sword Villa has long disappeared in the wilderness.
Surrounded by green mountains and majestic palaces. The scenery of the desolate Holy Sword Villa remains the same. But the hustle and bustle of the past is gone, and the prosperity is no longer what it once was.
Today, the gate of the villa is decorated with rare lanterns and colorful lights, and the whole villa is filled with a festive atmosphere.
"Move to the right. It's a bit crooked now." Lin Bo from Shengjian Villa concentrated on directing the workers on the wooden ladder.
"Okay!" The worker above the wooden ladder responded loudly, while swinging the lantern in his hand slightly to the right.
"It's been five years. Unknowingly, the young master has left the village to study for five years." Uncle Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but sigh.
As the only butler of the Holy Sword Villa, he has dedicated his life to the Villa. He has also watched the young master grow up little by little. In his heart, he has long regarded the only young master of the Holy Sword Villa as a grandson-like existence.
Yesterday, after receiving the letter that the young master was about to return, Lin Bo energetically arranged the rectification work of the villa and personally took on the surveillance work.
Looking at the large and empty villa, although the Holy Sword Villa in front of him was sparsely populated and desolate, there was no downturn in Lin Bo's eyes.
The Holy Sword Villa may be silent, but it will definitely not decline, let alone die. Because soon, it will shock the world again, just like it did before. It will also return to its original position as the world's number one mountain villa. Lin Bo often said this to other workers in the villa. When he thought of the little master, Lin Bo felt very convinced.
It was precisely because of the young master's terrifying talent in swordsmanship that the old owner abandoned his dignity and sent the young master to the exotic West to study. This is what the master often said: "Learn from the foreigners and develop skills to control the foreigners."
"Here! Back! The young master is back!" A neatly dressed worker ran quickly from a distance and shouted loudly at the same time.
In a quiet, quaint and exquisite courtyard.
"Grandpa, my grandson is back!" Li Muran knelt down and kowtowed.
In front of him, behind a beautifully carved wooden door, there were two eyes, staring at him quietly.
After a while, an old figure slowly walked out from behind the door.
It was an old man with white hair and a pale face. He walked up to Li Muran and his eyes stayed on Li Muran, as if time had stopped.
After a long time, the old man in front of him said calmly: "There is gold under the man's knees. A good man, there is no need to make such a gesture."
"Yes, Grandpa." Li Muran stood up slowly.
"In the past five years, I have also heard about what you have done under the sword master Kalant. You have done a good job. Don't be proud. Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat."
"Yes, grandpa. The child will study hard in the future to regain the prestige of my Holy Sword Villa and reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship." Li Muran replied with a firm look on his face.
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility! Remember!" the old man warned kindly.
"Yes, Grandpa."
"Your father and mother are very happy to have you back. You go and pay homage to them first." The old man nodded and said with a smile.
"Yes, Grandpa." After saying that, Li Muran turned and left.
The old man looked at Li Muran's retreating back and said softly: "Sheng'er Yu'er, have you seen it? Your son has grown up. I have finally lived up to your trust. His talent is really good, and his swordsmanship is far better than I imagined he was stronger. Back then, I was far inferior to him."
Suddenly, the old man said quietly: "Back then, if I had his talent, I, the Holy Sword Villa, wouldn't have it..."
Immediately, the old man sighed.
"Learn from the barbarians and learn skills to defeat the barbarians." The old man raised his head and looked at the retreating figure.
Then, the old man slowly walked into the room. At this time, the sun shone on his white hair, which was slightly dazzling.
On this day, the entire Holy Sword Villa was enveloped in a lively atmosphere. Amid the sound of colorful lanterns, singing and dancing, everyone in Shengjian Villa gathered together and drank happily.
For the retainers and retainers of Holy Sword Villa, how could they not celebrate such a moment when the future owner of Holy Sword Villa returned after traveling for five years.
In the afternoon, in the quiet and elegant corridor, a handsome figure walked slowly. It was Li Muran who had just returned to the village. As he casually walked through the corridors, the exquisite and gorgeous stone pillars of the buildings kept flowing on the tip of his hand.
The passing time is gently turned over in the sound of slow walking footsteps. Those old memories from his youth were constantly echoing in his mind as they circulated between the stone pillars of the building.
I vaguely remember the scenes of running, fighting, playing, and falling down in this courtyard corridor when I was a child.
This is what home tastes like! Li Muran closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Five years ago, in order to pursue the pinnacle of swordsmanship and practice the supreme swordsmanship, under the influence of his grandfather, he became a disciple of the "Blazing Wind Sword Master" Kalant to learn swordsmanship, and made a promise to return after completing the five years of training.
I still remember that year, the weather was just like today, the sky was clear and cloudless.
Under the gate of Shengjian Villa, in front of the carriage.
"Revitalize the wilderness!" Grandpa solemnly said to himself before leaving.
"Wind Sword Master" Kalant is one of the strongest men in the world today, and he is also the best swordsman in the world today. More importantly, unlike other powerful men in the Western Continent, Kalant does not like fighting, loves peace, and has no racial discrimination. This is also the reason why Li Muran chose to become his disciple.
Fortunately, he is now considered a master of swordsmanship and has finally lived up to his grandfather's expectations.
"As the protagonist of the banquet, it would be better for you to sneak out alone." A voice came into my ears.
Li Muran looked up and found his grandfather standing not far away.
"Come out and get some air!" Li Muran said with a chuckle.
"I remember that when you were a child, you were very fond of fun, especially festivals. I didn't expect that now that you have grown up, it will be different." The old man sighed.
"Actually, I didn't like liveliness when I was a child. It was only because of the lively festivals that my grandpa stayed with me." Li Muran said softly in his heart.
"People will always grow up." Li Muran was silent for a while and replied.
"You have been to the exotic West for five years. How does the exotic West compare with the Eastern Wilderness Continent?" the old man suddenly asked.
Li Muran thought for a while and said: "On the way back, the Eastern Barren Continent was full of desolation, turmoil, and people were displaced. It was miserable. Unlike the Eastern Barren Continent, the Western Continent was prosperous, people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and there was peace. If the Eastern Barren Continent was in turmoil, land, then the Western Continent is the paradise on earth.”
Hearing this, the old man said sadly and angrily: "A bandit's behavior of plundering other countries to achieve his own success cannot be said to be a paradise on earth. No matter how beautiful the appearance and words are, they can't cover up that ugly behavior."
Once upon a time, the Eastern Barren Continent was prosperous, and the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful. Once upon a time, the wilderness was prosperous, and all nations came to visit. Only a despicable and shameless war changed everything.
The old man stood in the corridor under the faint sunlight, quietly looking at everything in the courtyard, including flowers, plants, rockeries, and fountains.
In this quiet, beautiful and elegant Holy Sword Villa, who would have thought that three hundred years ago, a shocking and unprecedented battle took place here.
Three hundred years ago, many powerful warriors from foreign lands in the West came to the Imperial Capital of the Wilderness. At the critical moment when they were about to break through the Imperial Capital, many swordsmen from the Holy Sword Villa miraculously appeared on the walls of the Imperial Capital, fearless to stop the invaders. , and in the end surprisingly managed to preserve the last dignity of the wilderness.
After the battle in the Imperial Capital, everyone knew that if they wanted to destroy the Great Wilderness, they must first pass through the Holy Sword Villa. As a result, there was the subsequent Battle of Holy Sword Villa.
After the battle, many strong men from the Sword Clan died in the battle, leaving only a few people. What's even more unfortunate is that the few members of the Sword Clan who were lucky enough to survive were all struck by the most vicious and vicious Heart-Eating Palm.
Since then, in the past three hundred years, due to the influence of the Heart-Eating Palm, the Sword Clan has begun to face the dilemma of having only a few members and no successors. What's even more frightening is that in this battle, the Sword Clan not only lost the superb swordsmanship that they had treasured for tens of thousands of years, but also the sword talent that the Sword Clan was proud of has never been able to be reproduced in future generations. generation. By Li Muran's father's generation, they were no different from ordinary people.
But there is no road ahead for everyone. Maybe God also feels that the Sword Clan has suffered enough, and maybe God can't bear to see the Sword Clan wither. When everyone in the Holy Sword Villa was in despair, the Sword Clan's world-defying sword talent unexpectedly reappeared in Li Muran.
After a long time, the old man slowly turned his head and said to Li Muran: "After next spring, you can join the army."
When Li Muran heard this, he was shocked and immediately knelt down: "Grandpa, please forgive my grandson for being unfilial. My grandson has no intention of joining the military in this life. He hopes to pursue the peak of swordsmanship like Mr. Kalant."
When the old man heard this, he said angrily: "You really want to make me angry to death!"
Then, Li Muran said: "Teacher Kalant once said that true swordsmanship is a pursuit of power and should not be a tool for killing people, let alone a reason for war."
For the first time, the old man felt that sending Li Muran to the Western Continent to practice swordsmanship was not entirely a good thing. The old man calmed down and said: "A swordsman should hoe the strong and support the weak, and protect his family and country. As a member of the Holy Sword Villa, you should have this awareness."
Li Muran shook his head and said firmly: "There are many ways to defeat the strong, support the weak and protect the country. You don't have to join the army. Once you join the army, you can't help yourself with many things. When the country is in trouble, your grandson will do it yourself." I will step forward, but now my grandson hopes to concentrate on studying swordsmanship."
The corner of the old man's mouth moved, and then he said slowly: "That's all, you have already given up on it, I don't ask you to do it."
After finishing speaking, he passed over Li Muran and walked towards the ancestral hall.
