"We did nothing wrong back then."

The old man got drunk, had a full meal for the first time in seven years, and slept soundly for the first time. Then he never opened his eyes again and died in his sleep. The old man, who was called an old monster by the children in the village, looked peaceful and calm when he died, and his messy eyebrows also relaxed.

The ferocious face that seemed to have been bitten by some monster also calmed down.

"Alas, what a pity."

"Everyone came to look for him, but the old monster was gone at this time."

Someone in the village sighed like this.

"Look at that face, even the wrinkles are not that deep anymore. It must be that the young man agreed to take him out, so he was happy. When he was happy, he let things go, which is not good. If there are things in his heart, he can still hold his breath, but when he let go of things in his heart, he drank more, and he died like this."

"It's such a pity that he is about to enjoy his life."

"Yeah, that's a shame."

People said this with regret in their mouths.

The old village chief was also very sorry, but he was also a kind-hearted person and helped to arrange the funeral arrangements for the old monster.

The young Taoist stayed here to complete the posthumous affairs for the only remaining Iron Cavalry Captain. He did not have enough money to buy a coffin, so he went back to the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance and exchanged elixirs for worldly money. Then he asked the carpenter in the village to prepare the coffin. The old man changed into clean clothes and "slept" in the coffin.

He was like hanging on a cliff, but still unwilling to give up, holding on tightly, as if he had to see some result. When he finally saw what he wanted to see, he finally let go and left. He left a suicide note. The suicide note was very simple, saying that after death, he would just be buried on the mountain, but there was one thing -

It should face the direction of the capital.

Everyone around was impressed, saying that he was indeed a loyal and brave general.

Next to it was a waist badge of an iron cavalryman, made of ironwood inlaid with copper, with words cast in silver.

On one side it engraves loyalty, on the other side it engraves bravery.

The young man touched it and found that the side of the loyal part was already covered with scratches, all of which were the words "kill the thief". It had long been in disarray, and the word "brave" seemed to have been touched countless times and had also been smoothed out. On the day when the old man was buried, the old village chief looked at him with emotion, took out a wine pot from his bosom, and said, "I have been drinking the worst wine for seven years, and today it has come to you. I will open your eyes."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, little brother, but this was originally prepared for myself."

"I said that he only drank stinky wine, and he laughed at me for not having drunk good wine. How could I bear this anger? So I asked my son to buy me this bottle of wine in the capital. It's good wine. I plan to take some time to open his eyes after I get it back. I have thought of many ways in my mind. Hey, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. Sometimes I even laugh when I think about it."

"I thought I must let him see the world and embarrass himself, so that I can vent my anger."

"But he left so suddenly. I felt it was meaningless and I felt empty inside."

"I always feel like I've missed out on never having any good wine in my life."

The old headman poured out the wine.

Then he smiled embarrassedly and left with his crutches.

The young Taoist took the badge and buried it together with the wine.

Just as he had hoped in his suicide note, he was buried on the mountain, facing the direction of the capital. The young Taoist seemed to see his lion-like eyes wide open, staring at that direction, refusing to open his eyes until his death. He did not leave his name, nor did he need a so-called tombstone. He was just buried in the green mountains.

After the burial, there were still some other things to do. When Qi Wuhuo was helping to clean up the old man's house, he found that although the old man with a broken leg had been pawning various things for seven years and exchanging them for wine to get drunk, he still had one relic left. The old village chief was surprised and said, "This old man really still has some thoughts... Little brother, come and help..."

"Hiss, why is this thing so heavy!"

The old headman was shouting inside the house.

After Qi Wuhuo went in, he found that the old man was dragging a box.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand to support it, only to feel it was extremely heavy. Even he lowered his wrist slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Taoist practice of the Three Talents is a special state.

Moreover, his essence came from the [Great Yellow Court of Heaven], and he had meditated day and night under the galaxy with the sun rising and the moon setting for a year to replenish his foundation. In terms of strength alone, he was already extremely strong. Even he felt it was heavy, which showed how heavy this thing was. He pulled it out in one breath and opened the box. It was broad daylight, but he felt an indescribable chill that seeped in like a stream of water.

The old head of the village couldn't help but shiver.

It was a sword, a broad sword. An ordinary sword would have a blade only three fingers wide, but this sword was a full palm wide.

The sword is quite heavy.

For ordinary sword techniques that are light and agile, with techniques such as picking and stabbing as the core, this sword is undoubtedly unsuitable.

Qi Wuhuo practiced the "Hunyuan Sword Canon", and it could be seen at a glance that this was a unique sword technique. It did not use moves like picking and cutting, but rather opened and closed, with chopping as the core. If one used the power of the mount, was armed with sharp weapons, and galloped at high speed with a weight of thousands or even tens of thousands of pounds, and then chopped and chopped, even the monsters would not be able to resist.

The old village head held his knees and gasped: "Hu, hu, hu..."

"This old guy, I didn't expect that he still had something like this."

"I thought he had mortgaged everything."

"Such a heavy sword, even if he just sold it for iron, the money would be enough for him to drink the best wine in our village until he died, but he didn't even touch it. It seems that this thing is really important to him." The old headman stretched out his hand to touch the sword, but it seemed as if he was stabbed by something. Before he touched it, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist and subconsciously pulled it back.

He seemed to hear someone roaring in his ears, which frightened the old man so much that he looked around quickly.

"Hmm? What's that noise?"

"Did I hear wrongly?"

Qi Wuhuo moved his fingers slightly and used the Fearless Seal to calm the old village chief who had just been frightened for a moment.

He follows his own path, and no matter what Buddhist or Taoist means, he can use them for his own benefit.

The old village chief calmed down and thought he had misheard. He quickly put the matter behind him. He exchanged pleasantries with Qi Wuhuo for a while, and finally patted the young Taoist on the shoulder, saying with emotion: "This sword is his legacy. You are a good child. You didn't come here to get anything from him, but you helped to send him off for the last time. This sword should be given to you."

"Don't look at me, old man. I am old, but my eyes are not blind."

"If it's his former relatives who come, hey, they won't even be able to come into our village."

The old man smiled sadly:

"Thank you."

"Let the old guy finally have a nice drink and a good sleep."

The head of the village patted him on the shoulder and left with his crutches.

The young Taoist watched the old headman leave, squatted down, and touched the sword with his fingers. He also felt the illusion of being pricked by thousands of needles. When he touched the sword for the first time, he subconsciously retracted his hand, paused, and stretched out his hand again, stroking the sword with his palm, sensing the extremely rich aura contained in it. It was as if he heard the roar of thousands of troops shouting in unison, and he could hear one scream after another.

Brush from the tip of the sword to the hilt, with five fingers clenched together.

Pause.

He exerted force with his arms and lifted the sword suddenly.

Clang!!!

The low and high sound of swords exploded.

Layers of dust rippled around.

The sword body bulged, Qi Wuhuo exerted force with his arm, and lifted the sword directly to be parallel to the ground, and placed the sword horizontally in front of him. The sword light was bright, as if it was often touched by someone. He seemed to see the scene of the old soldier stroking the sword and howling every night when he was drunk. The sword body reflected the boy's eyes, but when Qi Wuhuo looked at it, he seemed to be still the child who had walked through the purgatory on earth at the age of nine.

After a moment of silence, he held the sword in his right hand and raised his left hand.

He bit his fingertip and used the blood from his fingertip to write on the sword.

[Imperial Command]!

Before chaos, there was Taichi Lingwen.

In an instant, spiritual charm burst out, and Qi Wuhuo's clothes fluttered, as if inspired by this word. He heard shouts and wails in his ears. The young Taoist closed his eyes slightly, as if he saw many changes in the past, as if he saw countless sentient beings in the world, many regrets, and many obsessions -

"Amitabha, I have broken my vows today..."

"Brother, eldest brother, my leg is broken...you go, you go!"

"Help, save us, Master, save us..."

“Subdue the demon, subdue the demon!” “The immortal way values ​​life, and saving people is limitless. Sword sect disciples, draw your swords!”

"Without killing, there is no way to save lives. Amitabha, all the ancestors, today I will break the killing calamity..."

"If you stop killing by killing, you will fall into the endless hell and be abandoned by the Buddha."

"In this way, the disciple abandons the Buddha"

"The immortal way values ​​life, killing lives to protect lives, in a single thought, this is also the way of the Tao."

The noise was so chaotic that it slowed down the young Taoist's movements. Although it was slow, he still did not stop. In the end, the low roar, the unwillingness of dying, and the chaotic sounds all faded away, leaving only the roar that was almost like crying blood:

"Kill the thief, kill the thief!!"

“Kill the thief!!!”

The word "imperial" was written here with the last stroke.

A burst of energy spread out.

All famous swords should be spiritual. They are not just weapons of killing. Only those that carry the souls of all living beings in this world and the regrets of the past can be called weapons. Otherwise, they are just ordinary objects.

The young Taoist opened his eyes and said, "Kill the thief..."

The long sword in his hand suddenly swept horizontally and vertically, but all of it was murderous and fierce, like a roar that had been suppressed for a long time. Finally, he took back the sword, leaned on the hilt with both hands, and placed the blade against the ground, as if bowing, and said:

"Thank you all for seven years ago."

"After seven years, it should be handed over to me."

With a flick of his wrist, the sword made a long sound like a dragon's roar, and the sword body flowed like clear spring water. The young Taoist put it into the sword case behind his back.

There is still some energy remaining on this sword.

Write the name in cloud seal script.

"Sword name, kill the thief!"

After everything here is finished.

Qi Wuhuo opened the door and left. The neighbors watched the young Taoist close the door and lock the fence with a rusty iron chain. They asked curiously, "Speaking of which, I've been very troubled by you these past few days, but I don't know what your relationship is with this old weirdo, I mean, with this old man?"

"relation?"

The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied:

“I am an old friend of [theirs].”

"Oh, I see... old friend, no wonder, no wonder."

"Hmm? That's not right."

"Them? Weird, isn't there only one person living here?"

It took the neighbor a while to react and he wanted to ask more questions.

But the young Taoist had already gone away, getting farther and farther away, and his figure could no longer be seen.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, had black hair with a wooden hairpin, and a sword case behind his back.

There are two swords in this sword box. The first sword is the sword of the mortal soldier. It was picked up when he was nine years old. It was made of wrought iron, three feet three inches long, with a round handle. He used it to survive the great disaster. The second sword is named Killing Thieves, with its name engraved in cloud seals. It is four feet one inch long. It responded to the cause and effect here and connected to the mortal world to become a spiritual treasure.

"Everyone, please hold on to your vows without any doubt..."

"No……"

The young Taoist priest let his left hand hang down and raised his right hand, with his middle and ring fingers bent inward and his thumb pressing on the tips of the middle and ring fingers.

To achieve enlightenment.

"I, the Supreme Xuanwei, accept it."