Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Chapter 148: Holding A Sword? Childhood Sweethearts, Change The Sky!

"The current junior, really can't help but laugh..."

Seeing Wu Wei escaping, the sword-eating ancestor shook his head a little unhappily.

In his eyes, there was a flash of reminiscence.

On his wrist, the black iron chain that was broken by him, at some point, grew back and returned to its original appearance.

When he saw the restored iron chain, he muttered indiscriminately, then broke off a piece of the chain and stuffed it into his mouth.

Between the words, he raised his eyes and looked at the listeners in the direction of the tea house.

Like his level, even if it is dozens of miles away, those mundane expressions are naturally difficult to escape his discernment.

As if he had guessed the various reasons for their expressions, he made a long sword in the same way, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, flicking the blade with his fingers, and suddenly there was a crisp sound.

Hearing such a movement, the sword-eating ancestor slowly closed his eyes and murmured.

"I, I wasn't called Chi Jian before, who doesn't know the name is ugly."

....Book back to normal.

Han Lian looked at the expressions of the audience in the stands, and naturally understood that the title of 'Eating Sword' was too weird.

He sighed and said, "Actually, the sword-eating ancestor Meng Lian was not originally called the sword-eating ancestor.

His former title was called 'Holding the Sword'. "

"The sword-wielding power, the sword-wielding master, the sword-wielding ancestor?"

When the listeners heard Han Lian's words, a series of honorable names flashed in their minds. Although they still sounded a little unpleasant, they were normal.

The title should not be changed lightly. This is a common sense that everyone knows. For a while, all the listeners looked up at Han Lian, hoping that the other party could explain the reason.

Han Lian saw these expressions very clearly, he cleared his throat, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and said, "Meng Lian, the ancestor of sword eating, was a genius in Wushan's swordsmanship 1,200 years ago. ."

"When he was young, he was extremely intelligent but lively and active. He was said to be the top three in the Wushan Sword Sect in terms of talent, surpassing the kendo genius of the founding patriarch."

"But unlike other geniuses, this genius was playful when he was young and didn't like to practice."

"At that time, his master had a daughter, called 'Red Sleeve', who was regarded as a playmate of this childhood.

The two have similar talents before, and they have been childhood sweethearts since childhood.

But because of this playful person, he was always held down by the red sleeves. "

"Even when Jianzong selected Daozi, he attracted Jianzong Wanjian to scream, but he did not choose a sword, but let Wanjian whine and whine instead.

Just like that, he handed over the position of Daozi of Wushan Sword Sect, which he could get by rolling his hands, to Hongxiu. "

"Although Hongxiu is beautiful and beautiful, and a little jade, but the opposite of her appearance is her temperament.

His whole person was carefree, and he played with Meng Lian for a long time. He even regarded Meng Lian as his little brother, patted his sword and said that he wanted to protect Meng Lian. "

"Meng Lian has an inexplicable feeling for his senior sister in the bottom of his heart. He has never said it, and it has accumulated in his heart."

"Wushan Jianzong itself stands on the steep Wushan Mountain on Xiaoxiang Road, which is almost a front line for foreign invaders. Wushan Jianzong Jianxiu has always regarded his own sect as a border gate, and anyone who enters the realm of celestial phenomena will be Go out and patrol the place."

"After more than ten years like this, Hongxiu is still as handsome as Xiaojiabiyusheng, but the sword-eating ancestor has also grown into a suave look."

"This sword sect is not like that in the cultivation world. Usually, after stepping into the realm of celestial phenomena and casting the birth of the sword, it will use its own sword to set its own honorary title.

The name of the Red Hidden Sword was 'Hongfu', and Meng Lian took the name of 'Holding Sword' because he had refined his own sword embryo, but had never transformed it into a sword. "

"Although this name is a bit strange, it often provokes red sleeves to ridicule. Whenever this happens, Meng Lian will put on that cynical temper and stare at her red brush: I don't have a sword to hold, you take your life sword. Use it for me, we hold a sword, isn't that my name of 'holding a sword'?"

"After 20 years like this, Hongxiu has already cultivated to the realm of seclusion, but Meng Lian is still in the realm of celestial phenomena and has not entered the realm." "In the sect, all the elders have given up on him, but only Time to ask Hongxiu, when will he be promoted to the realm."

"And every so often, Meng Lian would laugh and tell the other party that it's coming soon.

And after hearing such words, Hongxiu would also come to pat him, laugh and scold, and then leave. "

"The two have already secretly had an affair, but for some reason, no one knows how to speak."

"Meng Lian has also secretly read a lot of these books, and wanted to find some clues. Every time he was found by Hong Xiu, he would tear up the book and eat it, and come to 'destruct the corpse and destroy the traces'."

"And ten years later, Hongxiu was promoted to Zifu, and she was named 'Hongfu Great Master'. Above her great power banquet, I don't know how many sects came to congratulate, and they wanted to propose to this talented swordsman. refuse.

She looked at Meng Lian, but the other party was still in the butterfly realm at this time.

The talent of the other party is much higher than hers, but the realm is still so low.

Every time she opened her mouth to ask questions, the other party just said that it was too soon, and then there was no more text. "

"When Hongfu is promoted to the power, he will need to guard a border town alone.

Before leaving, the two of them had sat snuggled under the moonlight. "

"Thousands of words, at this time, can't be said.

Now the gap between them has become a natural moat. "

"Meng Lian is still guarding outside the sword mound, slowly cultivating, but with red sleeves, he has begun to guard the border and start fighting with aliens."

"In the course of time, letters are communicated from time to time, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

After three years, Hong Fu returned to the Sword Sect from the border, but now his head has turned white. "

"She always wanted to help Meng Lian advance to the realm, and after learning about the three-leaf sword grass that could help Jianxiu break through the realm, she went out with a sword, but she never thought it was a trap of an alien race.

Although it was killed from it, it also hurt its own lifespan, five hundred years of life, and now it is only ten years. "

"Seeing Hong Xiu's expression, Meng Lian's heart was twisted like a knife.

He suppressed the anger and killing intent in his heart and stayed by his side. At this point, the two finally expressed their intentions. "

"Do you think that ten years is quite a long time?

For a monk, ten years was nothing but a retreat. "

"The two resigned from their masters and bought a courtyard in a small town below the Wushan Sword Sect.

The two of them lived like ordinary people, and in the eyes of ordinary neighbors, they were regarded as real talents.

Even those officials and lords in the city, those big people in their eyes, they are very respectful when they see them. "

"But this decade is too short to pass without knowing it.

Although Wushan Jianzong tried his best to find the method of prolonging life, but in the end, because those methods hurt the heaven and harmony, Hong Fu was reluctant to take his life and finally passed away.

She died in his arms..."

"And on this day, the whole Xiaoxiang Dao's sky has changed."