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Hidden Sword Palace, Broken Water Peak.
Yin Pinchou knelt in the dark cave with his forehead against the hilt, holding the water-breaking sword tightly in both hands.
He maintained this posture for a long, long time, anger, shame, hatred, and dazedness, like the tide of darkness, waves flooded into his heart.
"I am a wizard of sword repair, a heir to a famous sword, and the star of hope in the Tibetan sword palace. Sooner or later, I will become a great sword repairman, and may even become the palace owner of the Tibetan sword palace. But why, why did I lose?"
Moreover, it was so ugly to lose, and in front of many colleagues, he lost his face.
"The palace lord clearly knows that the man has survived the tribulation three times, why didn't he tell me, let me suffer this strange shame!"
He seemed to be asking himself, and he seemed to be asking the Broken Water Sword. From a long, long time ago, the two were integrated, with the heart as the sword and the sword as the heart.
"Because you are too weak!" A voice suddenly sounded, and the Water Breaking Sword quivered slightly. He couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the sword or the voice of the heart, and muttered to himself: "I am too weak?"
He shook his head abruptly: "No, I have survived the second tribulation, the sword master of the first peak of the Tibetan sword palace, how can I be considered weak?"
"Weaker than Li Qingshan!" the voice said.
Yin Pinchou was struck by lightning, his name was like a nightmare, overlooking him from high above, mocking his weakness, he could not even have the confidence to fight decisively with him again.
"What is Kendo?"
"Slaying demons and slaying demons, the knights are righteous?"
"Wrong, the sword is a tool for killing, there is no good or evil, and there is no shit and chivalry. The sword is cold, killing, arrogant, and invincible!"
Yin Pinchou was at a loss for a while, unable to speak.
"You are stronger! You can be stronger! Stronger than Li Qingshan!" The voice roared loudly, and the trembling sound of the Water Breaking Sword became louder and louder, turning into a strange tone.
"I am stronger, I can still be stronger! Stronger than Li Qingshan!" Yin Pinshou's eyes lit up, cruel and fierce.
"Kill Li Qingshan!" Yin Pinchou said, hearing his voice blend with that voice, echoing in the gloomy cave.
And if someone was here just now, you would hear Yin Liuchou talking to himself in two different tones.
…
A paper boat drifted with the sky wind, Fu Qingjin lay quietly in the boat, staring at the blue sky dreamily.
With his back to Fu Qingjin, Yu Zijian sat on the bow of the boat with his cheeks in his hands, and said without looking back, "Brother, what are you thinking?"
"Think about my childhood. I grew up in the Tibetan Sword Palace since I was a child. All my fellow teachers and brothers are like family members. Although the palace lord is unsmiling, he is always very tolerant to me, like a loving father. Master Ming It's much more powerful. I've been afraid of her since I was a child, like Yan Mu, Brother Xuan Ri..."
Fu Qingjin's voice was low and erratic, almost floating in the air.
"Senior Brother Xuanri is a gentle and kind eldest brother! Although I did not grow up in the Tibetan Sword Palace, I can understand your feelings, brother, when I was in the Wild Sword Villa, everyone was like brothers and sisters." Yu Zijian was a little bit nostalgic.
"You do not understand… "
"Really? Ah! Brother, why are you crying? Is it because the wound hurts or you are worried that your cultivation base can't be restored? Didn't you tell me? Your cultivation base will definitely be restored!"
Yu Zijian turned his head and saw that Fu Qingjin was already in tears, hurriedly helping him wipe his tears. She had never seen him so weak before.
"You do not understand… "
Fu Qingying shook his head lightly. Compared with his injuries and ruined cultivation base, there was a deeper pain and despair. He really kept biting his heart, chewing all those good memories, and looking back at the brokenness at hand. Sword, I always thought that there was still something that would not become a ruin.
"It doesn't matter, I just feel a little uncomfortable, where is this place? How far is it from the Tibetan Sword Palace?" Fu Qingjin asked, he was in a daze all the way, and he didn't even estimate where he was or how far he was flying.
"I just arrived at Baitu Mansion, almost two thousand miles away from the Tibetan Sword Palace. Although this boat is stable, it flies too slowly, brother, where are we going to stop the boat?"
Yu Zijian felt very strange. Fu Qingjin originally said he came to understand the sword intent of Qingxu, but he never stopped along the way.
"Then stop for a while!" Fu Qingjun said.
"But the bottom is just a wasteland, there are no ruins!" Yu Zi Jian said.
"It's under that tree." Fu Qingjin sat up and pointed to a dead tree on the wasteland.
"All right!"
The boat floated down, Fu Qingjin stood up with his sword, and Yu Zijian was pushed away when Yu Zijian wanted to help.
"Dig a hole, a little deeper!" Fu Qingjin pointed under the dead wood.
"Yeah!" Yu Zijian pulled out the Zixiao sword, and Ziguang twirled gently, and then dug a deep pit, in which there were countless broken root systems, all withered.
"The soil in Baitu Mansion is not white! Give me the sword."
Fu Qingjin stretched out his hand, and Yu Zijian handed Zixiaojian into his hand.
Fu Qingjin looked at the Qingxu Zixiao in his hand. He once thought that this was their destined fetter. It turned out to be an illusion, so he gently tossed it, and the Qingxu Sword and Zixiao Sword fell into the deep pit.
"Brother?" Yu Zijian opened his eyes wide, not knowing why.
"Cut off the connection with Zi Xiaojian and add soil!" Fu Qingyan closed his eyes.
"Ah!" Yu Zijian doubted if Fu Qingjin was crazy. For Jian Xiu, the sword was almost there, and the sword had forgotten people, let alone these two peerless swords.
"Don't ask too much, I will tell you why in the future."
Fu Qingjin's voice was very weak, but it was full of determination.
If it weren't for the Qingxu sword being cut off, ruining the idea that it inherited, if it weren't for being severely injured by the ten thousand ghost flags and ruining the spirituality of the sword, he might never discover this secret.
"That... Okay!" Yu Zijian decided to follow Fu Qingyan first, then quietly write down this place, and then dig it out later.
…
Hua Chengzan supported on one knee with his right hand, with her long hair hanging down to the ground, and slowly shook her head: "I don't know."
"Then do you know that you are actually harming him?" The Hidden Sword Palace Master's voice was cold and majestic.
"I don't know." Hua Chengzan shook his head again.
"It's in vain that I treat you as a smart person, and train you many times, but I didn't expect to do such a foolish thing in the end."
"Palace Master, you overestimate me too much. If I'm really smart, how can I come to Hidden Sword Palace?" Hua Chengzan smiled bitterly.
Ji Xuanri squatted down next to Hua Chengzan, holding Hua Chengzan’s chin with his hands, with a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were full of regrets, "Junior Brother Hua, with your talent and understanding, you can use it. In a few years, you will be able to stand side by side with me, but you never thought that you would ruin your future."
"At that time, am I still me?" Hua Chengzan asked rhetorically. RS
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