Lingluo was still thinking about the fact that Yue Liangze loved her. She couldn't believe it no matter what. It was too incongruous and nothing made sense. It was like asking her to accept that fish didn't swim in the water but flew in the sky. It was so difficult to understand.
The more she thought about love, the more disgusted she felt.
But if it was Yue Liangze - she thought about it while suppressing her nausea, but decided to give up thinking about it.
Yue Liangze couldn't stop her anyway.
While Ling Luo was mumbling to herself, Yue Liangze and his second senior brother went out of the sect to wander around the next mountain, while sending her a text message asking, "Where are you going to find the sword?"
"I'm going to Shangwujian."
Yue Liangze raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the message.
Shangwujian is a place that exists only in legends.
There are very few records about this, and the exact location is vague. Some say it is in the southwest sea, while others say it is underground in the northeast. It can only be said that it is between heaven and earth, but it may appear anywhere.
Many practitioners have spent their entire lives searching for it but have yet to find it.
Shangwujian is also known as the Tomb of the Divine Sword.
Those divine swords that have lost their masters or are unwilling to choose another master and have isolated themselves will enter Shangwujian on their own and wait for the arrival of their destined person.
Every sword of Shang Wujian can be regarded as superior to Shenwu.
They have existed for a very long time, at least several thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years, no one can tell for sure.
This is also the reason why countless practitioners never give up searching throughout their entire lives.
Because there are few records, it is more like an illusory legend, and many people think it does not exist at all.
But Yue Liangze knew that Shangwujian really existed.
The swords of his senior brothers were all obtained from Shangwujian, so much so that he once thought that Shangwujian was actually the sword library of the Holy Sword Sect.
Later, I asked my master and found out that it was not that the cultivator had to look for Shang Wujian, but Shang Wujian took the initiative to look for the cultivator.
The magic sword came into the dream and told the direction of the entrance.
Wusheng once stayed in Shangwujian for a period of time, and he disliked having to share territory with other swords. There were all kinds of swords in Shangwujian, and people were fighting for the first place all day long. It was very annoying, so he ran out and established his own mountain.
Even a grave!
I am invincible and can only accept it with my invincible scabbard! Other swords, get out of the way!
Yue Liangze told Lingluo the rules of Shangwujian and asked, "Have you received the guidance of the magic sword entering the dream?"
Ling Luo looked at the message in silence.
Of course she received it.
A long time ago.
That was when she was ten years old.
Ten-year-old Lingluo often dreams of being in a thin white mist, sometimes in the sky, sometimes on the water surface. Even though the scenes are different, the lingering white, almost transparent mist always arrives on time.
It was slightly wet, but it changed with the movement of her fingertips, as if it was comforting her softly, telling her not to be afraid, trying hard to convey his tenderness to her and want to be close to her.
When she reached the end of the white fog, she saw a pool of water leaning against the mountain wall. The water in the pool was clear and transparent, but there was no living creature under it. The surrounding mountain flowers were in full bloom, and with the mist, it was like a fairyland.
In the center of the clear cold pond, there is a sword hanging vertically.
It seemed to be condensed from transparent mist and looked very thin, like an ice edge. The sword body was slender, with a slightly curved arc, and a hint of noble golden fireflies could be seen through it.
She walked into the cold pond and came under the sword, where she could see it more clearly.
The sword was glowing with a warm and translucent luster, and was also emitting a transparent and light mist.
When each stream of mist flows from the sword, the colorful colors of the world's beautiful scenery will flash on the blade. When fighting with others, the sword energy that bursts out when the swords collide is also unique. It is unique in the world and cannot be copied.
Every sword energy swung by this sword is breathtakingly beautiful, making people intoxicated by it and even unable to perceive the fear of death.
It is known as the most beautiful divine sword in the world.
Usually it is attached to Lingluo's waist. Because it is almost transparent and can dissipate into mist, basically no one can tell whether she is carrying a sword or not, unless she activates the sword energy to reveal her true form.
The same is true when fighting against this sword. Sometimes you won't know where the sword goes and where it appears again.
This sword is formed from the fog of the world, and it is everywhere in the world.
This dream recurred over and over again. Lingluo didn't understand what it meant at the time. She wanted to get the sword but couldn't get close to it. She insisted on getting it, fighting with the dream, and often woke up feeling very depressed.
After waking up, Lingluo was still very depressed. She rolled around on the quilt, which woke up her sister Yuzhi who was sleeping next to her. She asked sleepily, "Sister, why are you awake again?"
"I can't sleep." Lingluo threw back the quilt and stood up. The little girl said gloomily, "I'm going to practice sword outside."
"Eh? Why are you still practicing swordplay so late at night?" Yuzhi curled up in the warm quilt and whispered, "Sister, don't leave. I came to see you because I'm afraid of the dark and don't want to sleep alone. What will I do if you leave?"
"Didn't mother light a light in your room that never goes out? The whole room is brightly lit, why are you still afraid of the dark?" Lingluo got out of bed and put on her clothes.
Both sisters have childish and clear voices.
Yuzhi tilted her head to look over and whispered to her coquettishly, "Sister, please don't leave."
"I can't sleep." Lingluo turned on the light, then came back and pulled the quilt over her, "Don't kick the quilt."
Yuzhi blinked and looked at her: "You left, and my mother didn't come back. You all don't want me."
Ling Luo threatened her: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you believe that I will release a wild goose beast to watch you sleep?"
"No, no! The goose beast is so ugly that it's even scarier! I'm going to sleep now!" After saying that, he pulled up the quilt to cover his head.
Ling Luo went out with a wooden sword in hand. The courtyard outside was lit up with lights. Even though it was late at night, the entire palace was still brightly lit, and many places did not turn off the lights.
Just because the second young lady who left the palace was afraid of the dark.
Lingluo didn't walk far and stayed outside the palace, worried that Yuzhi wouldn't be able to sleep or would have a nightmare and wake up crying.
There are several cherry trees in full bloom planted inside the high walls. They were transplanted from the cherry forest of Taichu in Xihai of Daxianmen. It takes money to do this.
The girl practiced her moves with a wooden sword under the cherry tree, and then she recalled what she had seen in her dream, and felt extremely crazy.
The maid guarding the palace door called softly. Ling Luo put away her sword and looked over. A beautiful woman in a light blue robe was walking towards them.
She cried out "Oh no!" and immediately turned around and ran into the house, but was stopped by someone in a soft voice.
"Why aren't you asleep yet so late? What are you doing here?" her mother came over and asked. When she saw the wooden sword hidden behind her, her brows slightly frowned. She called her name neither lightly nor heavily, but with a bit of majesty in her voice.
The girl blinked and said, "I was just watching, I didn't practice swordplay."
The mother bent down, took the wooden sword from her hand and handed it to the maid.
Lingluo looked honest.
My mother didn't ask much, but her expression and behavior said there was no room for negotiation.
"Can't sleep?" She grabbed her daughter's sleeve and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead.
Lingluo shook her head and told her mother about the dream that made her depressed and strange.
It was chilly at night, so her mother took her to sit at the stone table next to the cherry tree and performed a fire gesture on her to ward off the cold.
Ling Luo raised her hand and gestured as she spoke: "That sword is very beautiful. Both in terms of luster and shape, it is more beautiful than your sword, Auntie."
Her mother listened patiently with a gentle look, and answered her questions when she asked them curiously: "The divine sword entered your dream because Shang Wujian was guiding you."
"Shangwujian?" The girl looked confused. "What is that place?"
Mother said, "It's a place many people dream of and want to go to throughout their lives."
"The sword you mentioned was formed from the mist of the world. It is slender and slightly curved. It is pure and flawless and can reflect the beauty of all things in the world. It can spread to the vastness of heaven and earth. It is known as the most beautiful divine sword in the world. It has disappeared thousands of years ago. When you grow up, you can follow Shang Wujian's guidance and go to the place you saw in your dream to find it."
The mother stood up and walked towards her, tapping the incantation with three fingers. "But... the sword is the last thing you need... forget it..."
He tapped her forehead with his cold fingertips and injected the spell.
"Mother..."
The mother said softly, "Don't practice swordplay secretly anymore. I told you that as long as I'm alive, I won't let you learn swordplay."
Ling Luo pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to learn swordsmanship, but you don't teach me spells, mother."
The mother patted her head lovingly, "...When I find a way, I will teach you the spells. Apart from swordsmanship, I will teach you anything else you want to learn."
The door creaked open, and the girl wrapped in a shawl poked her head out and cried, "Sister, please come back soon. I can't sleep alone. I'm scared."
Ling Luo: “…”
My useless sister.
She lifted her skirt and walked toward the steps, saying, "Mother, you can't regret it."
"Mother?" Yuzhi leaned over to look over.
The mother laughed and said, "You are so old, but you still cling to your sister to sleep with you."
Yuzhi whispered, "That's because you come home very late every day, mother."
"Okay, I'm back, come in." Lingluo led her into the house and closed the door.
The window reflected the figures of two little men walking farther and farther away. The beautiful woman outside the window watched silently for a while, then made a gesture with her hands and pointed out two light-guarding beasts to guard outside the door, making the light surrounding the palace door appear soft and warm.
But before long, the palace was swallowed by darkness, and no one lit a lamp to illuminate the night anymore.
Lingluo was not afraid of the dark before, but after wandering around for several years, she became afraid of it.
Scared to death.
The guidance given to her by Shang Wujian was blocked by her mother, who made her forget everything in her dream. It was not until this year that the power of the spell lost its effect. Shang Wujian found her again and awakened her memory.
In her previous life, Lingluo took some effort to find the pond, but now she can save a lot of effort by doing it again.
Yue Liangze waited for a long time before he got Lingluo's reply.
She said, "Don't try to tell me what to say. When I get the sword back, you can use Wusheng to compete with me to see who is more powerful."
Yue Liangze: “…”
Who wants to compete with you?
He asked Lingluo to be careful, but Lingluo didn't care. In her previous life, she had obtained the sword smoothly and was not afraid at all.
At dawn, she and Qin Yuan set out again, flying on swords. It took them another three to five days to cross two continents and enter the mountains.
Qin Yuan held the lantern and looked around the deep mountain: "We have come so far, are we going to get a very powerful sword?"
"It's pretty powerful, right?" Ling Luo walked in front. After taking a look at the sky, she turned around and handed the magic weapon in her hand to Qin Yuan. It was used to exorcise evil spirits in the mountains. "It's not far ahead. But if you're scared, you can wait here. It shouldn't take long."
This area is relatively wide and not as gloomy as the forest.
Qin Yuan shook her head: "I want to go, I want to go! How can I feel at ease if I let you go alone? What if there is danger?"
"Then let's go together." Lingluo didn't really care.
We left the stone path in the mountains, passed through the deep forest, and came to a pool of water leaning against a stone wall. At night, various birds and animals were singing in the forest, and when we got closer, we could even hear the sound of water.
Wildflowers bloomed around the edge of the pool, fireflies danced nearby at night, and a new moon appeared from behind dark clouds, watching in silence.
"Is this it?" Qin Yuan looked around, unable to understand what was so special about it, other than the beautiful scenery.
Lingluo nodded, walked to the pond, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "I'll go down and get the sword. You wait outside."
"What? Go down?" Qin Yuan turned around in surprise and heard a splash. The person next to her had already jumped into the water.
Qin Yuan: “…”
Suddenly she was alone and she was a little confused.
I don’t know how deep this pool is. Will Lingluo be okay if she goes down there?
Qin Yuan held up the lantern and walked forward to look at the water. It was clear but bottomless. One could only see the ripples and mottled light of the water, but there was not a single floating object.
Not to mention fish and shrimp, there is not even a petal or leaf.
It's weirdly clean.
Qin Yuan subconsciously wanted to stay away from the pool of water and secretly prayed that Ling Luo would return safely as soon as possible.
Not long after Lingluo entered the water, she noticed fog under the water. She swam along the white fog. When she came out of the water, she was still in the pool, but it was exactly the same as in her dream.
The deep mountains were swallowed by white fog, emitting a golden fluorescent light. The long sword suspended in the air above the lake and surrounded by fog made a slight sword sound, which actually sounded a bit aggrieved.
Ling Luo shook off the water droplets on her face. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the transparent sword flying towards her face. The familiar voice of the sword spirit came from the Shenwu Sword: "Master, you finally came to pick me up!"
"I've been waiting for you here for years! Suddenly, I'm back to the time when I was waiting to be summoned by you in Shangwujian. I really hate this heaven, it's sick! Since you want you to be reborn, why throw me back to Shangwujian! Why don't you let me be with you! You don't know how bored I have been in Shangwujian these years! Those old and stupid swordsmen in Shangwujian almost made me cry because they wanted to know about you and Danshui!"
Ling Luo felt the cold sword touching her face and blinked in confusion.
She raised her hand and grasped the hilt of the sword and asked, "Are you still the same Sui Wu?"
Sui Wu cried out in grievance, "Of course I am! I remember every detail of our time together! I haven't forgotten a single thing! I am the only sword in the world who knows that you slept with Master Danshui!"
Ling Luo: “…”
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