The Ultimate Sword Master

aside.

The old man put aside the matter of the immortal for a moment.

Immortal?

What happened to the immortal!

Immortals can't molest my granddaughter in front of me, the old man!

"Young man."

He coughed twice more.

"bride price."

"..."

Gu Han looked awkward and quickly let go.

"Rice...the meal is ready."

For some reason, seeing Gu Han's eyes, the witch felt a little panicked for the first time, and ran away quickly, then packed up a simple chair and came out.

The fish soup is delicious.

The barbecue is fragrant.

Although I simply added a few grains of coarse salt and a few slices of wild vegetables, it was nothing compared to Zuoyang's meticulous cooking techniques.

But Gu Han felt that.

It actually tastes better.

period.

The villagers again brought some of the meat they had received to thank Gu Han for protecting them earlier. Gu Han did not refuse this time. He stored the meat together with the previous coarse grains, put it away, and specially offered it to them. They gave them a few instructions and told them to go home and eat meat in peace, and he would take care of the rest.

unconsciously.

The sky is getting dark.

Although the old man is much healthier, he is still too old and lacks energy, so he went to bed early.

As for grandma.

It will take a long time to completely digest those extraordinary substances, and he will not wake up in a short time.

now.

There were only two people left in the courtyard.

"Want to go?"

Naturally, the witch knew Gu Han's thoughts very well.

"kindness."

Gu Han nodded.

"That sword feels very strange to me. It looks like a sword used by mortals, but it is comparable to a spiritual weapon... There must be something weird about it."

"I go with you."

The witch came gently to him.

Subconsciously.

Gu Han was about to hug her like he did in the Tianlu Mountains, but his movements froze and he suddenly remembered the betrothal gift that the old man had been talking about before.

"It's fine."

The witch lowered her head, her pretty face flushed, and her voice was as quiet as a mosquito, "Grandpa... he's asleep."

Gu Han breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he realized something was wrong.

So what if I don’t sleep!

I am the Great Sword Immortal. I hug you whenever I want. How can I be afraid of a mortal old man?

Just hug!

What can you do to me?

He sneered secretly.

He directly hugged the slender waist of the beautiful woman next to him.

Even though she was wearing a coarse cloth dress, she could still feel her delicate body trembling slightly.

"Ahem..."

My heart skipped a beat.

However, he suddenly thought of the scene in the cave that day, quickly suppressed the temptation in his heart, and walked out of the small courtyard quietly.

"Walk!"

The situation at this moment.

Just like a couple in the mortal world who secretly meet privately without the permission of their elders.

The night is getting darker.

The mountain road is rugged.

But for the two of them, it was like walking on flat ground. The journey of more than ten miles did not take too long to reach their destination.

Half a man tall in the weeds.

A hole about ten feet high was revealed.

It's just that now most of it has collapsed, and it's pitch black and looks a little intrusive.

The cave is not deep.

It was only about ten feet long before it reached the end.

"No?"

Gu Han frowned slightly.

Although his eyesight was far inferior to before, the cave was not that big. After checking, he found nothing.

"here!"

Sudden.

The witch pointed to the stone wall on one side.

"This place is empty!"

Gu Han's heart moved and he observed it carefully for a moment, only to find that this stone wall was three feet wide and one foot high. It was much darker and harder than the other stone walls. It looked... more like a door.

Although he has lost his cultivation.

With the sharpness of the sword in his hand, it is not difficult to cut through the stone wall.

But he didn't do that.

Subconsciously.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he was once again immersed in the inexplicable state before.

Small courtyard.

Smoke.

cottage.

And...her.

Suddenly!

The long sword trembled slightly and fell down silently, and the trace of spiritual power remaining in his body was instantly mobilized.

This sword.

The power is naturally much greater than before.

There was a soft pop.

The stone wall in front of him was like paper, and it instantly fell apart, revealing a three-foot-square stone chamber at the back.

One side of the stone chamber.

Inlaid with a fist-sized pearl, shrouded in a faint halo, the scene inside the stone room can be seen at a glance.

A simple stone bed.

A skeleton was sitting cross-legged, and it was unknown how long it had been dead.

On the stone wall next to the skeleton, there are several rows of small crooked characters, but there is nothing else.

"My name is Qingyuan."

"I love swords all my life and am crazy about swords."

"But the sky is unfair. I was born with no pulse and cannot practice cultivation."

"You can be born like an ant, but you should have the ambition of a swan. Your life is as thin as paper, but you have an unyielding heart! So what if you are a mortal! A spark of fire can start a prairie fire, and the overflowing water can penetrate rocks! I use my mortal body to learn from mortals. Martial arts, study the mortal swordsmanship carefully, and when the deadline comes, reach the highest level, kill the ninth level monks in the Qi Condensation stage and lay low in the cold mountain!"

"Leave the three sword moves for those who are destined to do so!"

below.

But it was the three sword moves and the annotations.

"mortal."

Gu Han glanced at the skeleton again, with a complicated look on his face.

The sword in Uncle Wang's hand.

Needless to say.

It must be Qingyuan's.

"Great."

He sighed softly.

For him, these three sword moves were no secret at all. The effect was similar to the Blood Spirit Art. They all took the path of burning oneself, fighting for life, and destroying both sides. However, even so, it was unimaginable for a pure mortal to kill a cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

The difficulty was no less than that of a mortal killing a mountain king with bare hands.

"What a pity."

The witch was a little regretful.

"If this person could practice, no matter what his qualifications were, he would definitely shine."

"Not bad."

Gu Han agreed deeply.

With Qing Yuan's mentality, if he could practice, he only needed half the qualifications of Young Master Jian, and fought against him with Zhan Qing in his hand, he would definitely fall into a bitter battle, or even a deadly battle.

What he praised.

It was not these three sword moves.

But Qing Yuan's will.

A spark can start a prairie fire, and a stream of water can penetrate a stone.

"Mortal."

"Human intention."

He kept whispering, as if he was in some kind of epiphany again, and the seed in his heart grew a lot again.

Human fireworks.

Insignificant.

But the fireworks of a hundred families can cover the clouds and avoid the moon.

And the fireworks of ten thousand families have the momentum to sweep!

What if...more?

He came back to his senses again.

But he saw the witch staring at him without blinking.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw a...road."

"Road?"

The witch didn't seem surprised.

"If others knew that you could comprehend the existence of the road after overcoming a personal tribulation, they would probably be jealous of you."

"What do you mean?"

"There are very few people who can comprehend the road, and they are all geniuses among geniuses, but your road gives me a very strong and special feeling."

"..."

Gu Han was silent for a moment.

"Because...there is you on that road."

Because of you.

I saw the world.

With you.

The road of the world has color.