In the distance, in the breeze, there seemed to be a disappointed sigh.
The old man walked into the ancestral hall of Shengjian Villa step by step. In the middle of the ancestral hall, the spiritual tablets of countless ancestors of the Sword Clan are enshrined. In front of the mourning platform, there are incense candles, lights, and smoke, which illuminate the person's face.
The old man walked slowly to the coffin, picked up three brand-new candles and incense from above, lit them, and then placed them on the incense table of the coffin.
Then, the old man took a step back, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed: "Li Youran, an unfilial descendant, failed to live up to the expectations of his ancestors, failed to revive the reputation of our Holy Sword Villa, and could not revitalize our great wilderness. Now, he has failed to educate future generations. Descendants, I am ashamed of all my ancestors."
There was silence in the main hall, except for the old man who kowtowed to the ground.
After a long while, the old man raised his head, his face unclear, as if he had made some kind of determination, and then he stood up and left the ancestral hall.
The north wind blows, and the cold night is silent.
The faint candlelight in the room flickers on and off, illuminating the thoughts of the thoughtful person.
"I believe that after a while, grandpa will be able to understand me." Li Muran sat in front of the window, meditating quietly.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past the window, and at the same time it alerted Li Muran, who was thinking. When Li Muran saw this, he immediately grabbed the sword on the table, climbed out of the window, and chased after him.
Li Muran was seen moving like a running rabbit, as fast as the wind, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the man in black.
"Friend, you came to the Holy Sword Villa uninvited, why should you leave in a hurry? Why don't you stay and talk?" Li Muran pressed his right hand on the top of the sword hilt, stood the sword on the ground, and said with his back to the man in black.
The man in black was obviously stunned when he saw Li Muran appearing in front of him. Immediately, he pulled out the long sword from his back and charged towards Li Muran without any explanation.
"Hmph." Li Muran snorted coldly, and then the sword was unsheathed, and Li Muran was seen swinging the sword out without any delay.
"Wind injury. Broken" Li Muran shouted powerfully, and the famous swordsmanship of Sword Master Kalant came out fiercely.
Suddenly, a blazing white light quickly struck the man in black. Before the sword energy arrived, the surroundings were already filled with thunder and lightning.
Facing this terrifying attack, the man in black calmly raised his sword to block it, and an original energy barrier was quickly generated outside his body.
As a huge explosion sounded, the man in black was shocked and took several steps back. Seeing that the wound caused by the famous wind had not been fully completed, Li Muran then swung his sword to attack, and the sword pointed directly at the vital points of the man in black. For a moment, sword lights were everywhere, and sword energy was everywhere.
But they saw that the man in black had lost the opportunity. Even though he was downwind, he still protected his body from the wind, just like the grass in the storm. The rain and wind blew, but it still grew tenaciously. The battle situation turned into a stalemate for a while.
Li Muran was neither impatient nor impatient, using attack instead of defense, using speed to control slowness, like a white lightning flying up and down the body of the man in black.
Just a few moments after the opponent fought, the man in black suddenly became exhausted. Li Muran noticed that moment of opportunity. In an instant, the figures were divided into four parts, and they rushed towards the man in black from the east, south, west and north directions at the same time.
After the four figures passed through the body of the man in black, they merged into one again. It is the highest secret of the phantom swordsmanship of Sword Master Kalant, "Fantasy Sword Dance".
As the name suggests, the essence of this set of phantom swordsmanship is that it can be unpredictable, transforming into three clones, disrupting the opponent's mind, and thus killing the opponent with the sword when the opponent is distracted. Obviously, judging from the previous fight, Li Muran has mastered the essence of phantom swordsmanship. It seemed that even when facing Li Muran from the Great Wilderness, Sword Master Lant taught him wholeheartedly without any national prejudice.
As a drop of blood fell to the ground from the blade of the sword, the man in black suddenly fell to the ground, and a piece of blood stained his chest.
"The strength is not bad, no wonder you dare to come to the Holy Sword Villa to cause trouble." Li Muran flicked a sword flower with his right hand and said coolly.
Li Muran was extremely satisfied with the "Fantasy Sword Dance" just now. You know, this "Fantasy Sword Dance" has been performed several times since the teacher taught it, but it is far less smooth than this time. Only this time, the sword truly conveyed the heart.
"This should be the unity of man and sword that the teacher often mentioned." Li Muran recalled the sword intention just now.
However, there are more important things at hand. The next moment, Li Muran looked at the man in black in front of him with stern eyes. During the battle just now, Li Muran had stabbed the man in black in the heart with his sword, but he was not completely dead. In addition, it is also necessary to know whether the man in black has other accomplices who have come to the Holy Sword Villa to cause trouble.
Under the moonlight, Li Muran held his sword horizontally and slowly walked towards the man in black who was half kneeling on the ground. Then, Li Muran pulled with his left hand and directly pulled off the mask from the face of the man in black.
At this time, a thunder suddenly appeared in the night sky, illuminating the Holy Sword Villa palely.
In front of him was the most unbelievable scene. Under the mask was an old but familiar face. Li Muran was so shocked that he backed away repeatedly, so shocked that Li Muran was trembling all over, and so shocked that Li Muran was unable to stand.
"Grandpa!" Li Muran knelt on his knees. The man in black half-kneeling on the ground in front of him turned out to be Li Youran, the old owner of Shengjian Villa.
Li Muran threw away the sword in his hand and crawled towards Li Youran while crying.
"Grandpa, I'll take you to the doctor." Li Muran hugged Li Youran and cried bitterly as he tried to pick up the old man, "Someone! Come quickly!"
The old man grabbed Li Muran's hand and said in a weak voice: "No need, the heart has been pierced."
For the first time, Li Muran hated his swordsmanship.
"Ran'er, no need for words, no need to worry, revitalize the wilderness." The old man seemed to have used his last strength to hold Li Muran's hand tightly.
"Yes, grandpa. My grandson promises you. My grandson will promise you everything." Li Muran burst into tears and cried bitterly.
"Ran'er, grandpa, it's been a long time since I heard you recite the family rules." The old man called weakly.
"Yes, Grandpa, my grandson will recite it to you right away. My grandson will recite it to you right now." Li Muran cried and replied.
Suddenly, the hand holding Li Muran loosened and fell down.
Li Muran knelt on his knees and took a step back, then kowtowed to the ground and recited with tears: "As a swordsman of the Holy Sword Villa, you should dress properly, abide by the law, practice swordsmanship diligently, respect the law, respect the elders, do not kill loyal people, and do not violate the law. Promise that if you meet a righteous man, you should treat him with courtesy; if you meet a traitor, you should kill him..."
This extremely simple sentence of revitalizing the wilderness contains the wishes of many people in the wilderness and expresses the expectations of the people in the wilderness. It is the dream in the hearts of generations of people in the wilderness.
Don't you see, how many soldiers of the wilderness died in battle in the fields, their bodies wrapped in horse leather. Don't you see, how many counselors in the wilderness have worked hard and exhausted, and their hair has turned white.
No one likes war, and no one wants war. There is an ancient saying: Soldiers are important matters of the country, the place of life and death, and the path to survival. They must be carefully observed.
Just because only war can sweep away the haze that has shrouded the wilderness for three hundred years; just because only war can wash away the shame of the defeat of our ancestors; just because only war can the world see what happened three hundred years ago. The despicable war in the Eastern Wasteland.
Wherever you fall, you have to get up. This is an eternal truth.
That winter, snowflakes were flying and plum blossoms were in full bloom on the branches.
That winter, Shengjian Villa on Taihang Mountain left too much regret.
As winter goes and spring comes, peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Shengjian Villa, the back mountain mausoleum.
New grave, old dream, solitary sword, solitary shadow.
"Master!" Lin Bo led the horse and walked slowly from a distance.
"Uncle Lin, thank you!" Li Muran stood up from the grave and bowed deeply to the old man.
"Master, please don't offend me. This is what I should do." Uncle Lin hurriedly stepped forward to support Li Muran.
Li Muran was well aware of the character of the old man in front of him, not to mention that since he grew up with his grandfather, Li Muran had already regarded him as a relative and elder, so he stopped talking. Just thinking of his grandfather, Li Muran couldn't help but stare at the grave in front of him.
"Master!" Lin Bo hesitated.
"Uncle Lin, we are more like family members. If you have anything to say, just say it." Li Muran came back to his senses.
Lin Bo said with a worried face: "Young Master, the northwest Yumenguan Frontier Fortress is known as the meat grinding ground, and it is the military camp with the highest fatality rate in the wilderness frontier fortress. The old slave knows that the young master is determined to revitalize the Shengjian Villa, but the young master chose to go to the Yumenguan Frontier Fortress Is it too risky to join the army?”
Seeing the worried expression on Uncle Lin's face, Li Muran smiled relaxedly and said: "Uncle Lin, Yumen Pass is located between the Western Desert of the Vast Sea and the Northern Plains of the Forest Sea. The purpose of setting up the Yumen Pass Frontier Fortress in the Great Wilderness was to calm down the barbarians of the Han Sea and the ghost tribe of the Northern Plains. .”
"The soldiers guarding Yumen Pass are always faced with the plunder of the Hanhai barbarians, the invasion of the Beiyuan ghost tribe, and the rampage of horse bandits. The fatality rate is the highest among all the frontiers in the wilderness, which is extremely normal. But our wilderness tribe also has this old saying, the wind and the waves are getting worse The bigger the fish, the more expensive it is.”
"The Yumen Pass Border Fortress is extremely dangerous. It is a danger and a dangerous opportunity, but it is also a military merit, a heavy military merit."
Li Muran clenched the five fingers of his right hand into a fist and said boldly.
Hearing that his young master was so confident, Lin Bo's expression finally stopped tense: "The young master is an eagle flying high in the sky, and the old slave is just a small sparrow. The old slave does not understand the young master's ambition. Let the old slave work for the future of the Huang clan. The famous general will lead his horse to the foot of the mountain, and I wish the young master will open up new territories for the Huang clan and achieve unparalleled military exploits in the future."
"Haha!" Li Muran rarely blushed.
At the foot of Taihang Mountain, Li Muran knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times in the direction of Shengjian Villa respectfully, and under Uncle Lin's reluctant farewell gaze, flew all the way north to explore his own land. future.
At this time, the wind suddenly picked up, but the early spring wind in the Taihang Mountains was still chilly.
We go north with passion, how can we be mediocre people!
Perhaps many years later, he will have established unparalleled military exploits and become a famous general of the Huang tribe. By then, he will return to his hometown and revitalize the Holy Sword Villa. Or maybe he will die fighting on the other side and remain on the road forever, becoming an eternal regret in the hearts of those he loves.
Because in this troubled world, unless you have absolute strength, the power to crush everything. Otherwise, matters of life and death will be so powerless in most cases, even if you have superior force, wisdom far beyond ordinary people, and a cautious acting style.
And if you want to achieve success, especially the kind of dazzling success, you need a lot of luck.
