Xiao Yuhan sat quietly deep within the Sword Tomb. After emerging from the illusion, he had actually taken a long time to recover. Now, his greatest skill was quietness, extreme quietness. He could do nothing and remain motionless in one place for a long time.
When a person remains quiet, he can hear many sounds, many sounds that he usually ignores or has never even noticed before, such as the sound of swords clashing.
Xiao Yuhan suddenly felt a wonderful sensation and gradually entered a meditative state. Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the illusion, but he gradually lost his sense of time. He entered a meditative state while listening to the sound of the sword's cry and did not recover for a long time.
Only Bai Yao waited anxiously behind him, watching her master remain motionless. She was very worried and wanted to go forward, but she was afraid that her master was cultivating and that it would disturb him.
So Bai Yao waited there for several days, but still didn't see any reaction from her master. It wasn't until Liu Jiantang came after hearing the news that Bai Yao asked Liu Jiantang what he thought.
Liu Jiantang suggested that Bai Yao go back and rest.
"Don't worry, your master will be fine in the Sword Tomb. Since he is willing to cultivate here, he must have gained some insights. I'll watch over him here, you go and rest!" With that, Liu Jiantang came behind Xiao Yuhan, hugged the Hero Sword, and pretended to doze off.
As Xiao Yuhan listened to the sound of the wind, she became increasingly dazed, as if in a dream.
Each sword seemed to have its own story, telling its tale. Xiao Yuhan listened patiently, sometimes smiling foolishly, sometimes feeling sorrowful, and sometimes his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.
At this moment, what he cared about was no longer the sword intent in the sword, but the past of its owner. Yes, these seemed more real, more vivid and real than the things he had imagined time and time again in the illusion over the years.
In the illusion, he had been the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a homeless beggar, a soldier, a merchant, a porter, and a conman. Each different life he had was so illusory. No matter how he fled, he could not escape the faces he had seen in his mind. He was already tired of it, so even after returning to reality for a long time, he still felt bored.
Until this moment, he seemed to finally realize that the fun of living is not knowing what will happen tomorrow, but still wanting to live desperately. The real world has no second chances, and you have to worry about what to do if you die without finishing the things you want to do.
Thinking about this, he suddenly realized something.
For the first time, he smiled, his face expressionless. Xiao Yuhan had been waiting at the Sword Tomb.
One day, ten days, half a month...
In the sixth month, he suddenly opened his eyes and slowly walked towards the deepest part of the Sword Tomb, where there was a very inconspicuous wild grass.
Xiao Yuhan squatted down in front of the weeds and began to stare blankly.
The people guarding him changed again and again. Almost everyone in the sect took turns looking after him. Today, it just so happens that Liu Jiantang is guarding him again.
Seeing that Xiao Yuhan finally made a move, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Junior Brother Xiao, what are you up to? What are you looking at?"
Xiao Yuhan raised her finger, "Shh...listen, there's a heartbeat here."
Liu Jiantang frowned, reached out and touched Xiao Yuhan's forehead, then touched his own forehead, "You're not sick, why is there a heartbeat?"
Xiao Yuhan, with a serious expression, reached out and plucked the small grass, but as soon as it touched his hand, the grass turned into spiritual energy and dissipated. "See, this thing is strange, isn't it? This sword tomb is very unusual."
"Oh? Junior brother, what did you discover?"
Xiao Yuhan thought for a moment and said, "Senior brother, how can the Sword Tomb withstand the sword intent of so many swords, given that tens of thousands of broken swords are left here?"
"Isn't it because of the sect's protective formation? Wait, no... the sect's protective formation has already been destroyed, so why..."
Xiao Yuhan pondered for a moment, then said, "Don't rush, it's coming!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two looked at the distance. Deep in the Sword Tomb stood a man. The man was dressed in a yellow robe and had a delicate face. If you didn't look closely, he looked a lot like a woman. In terms of appearance, he was the kind of man who had a very feminine aura.
But his eyes were very sharp, and the breeze blew his yellow shirt, giving him a somewhat chivalrous look with his disheveled hair.
"Who is that person?" Liu Jiantang asked, puzzled.
Xiao Yuhan shook his head. "He should be a swordsman."
"I didn't even realize he was a swordsman, so why do you think he is?"
Xiao Yuhan pointed to the swords on the ground, "Listen, all the swords in this sword mound fell silent the moment he appeared, as if they dared not make a sound anymore."
Liu Jiantang narrowed his eyes. "It seems that's really the case..."
Xiao Yuhan thought for a moment and then said, "Our Heavenly Sword Sect has produced many sword masters, but among them, only you, senior brother, have such style. Going back further, there is Yang Zui, who is recorded, and the Seven Heroes of Heavenly Sword back then. However, none of these seem to fit the bill. Senior brother, have you ever heard of Su Yan?"
“How could I not have heard of the name of the patriarch? Wait… you mean…”
“That’s right, senior brother. Neither you nor the old hero Yang Zui have that transcendent aura he possessed.”
After speaking, Xiao Yuhan slowly walked forward. The man Xiao Yuhan mistook for Su Yan was actually a spirit. Moreover, this man seemed unable to see Xiao Yuhan and Su Yan; he simply stood there blankly, staring westward. After a moment, he suddenly burst into loud laughter, which resounded throughout the heavens and earth, alarming the entire Heavenly Sword Sect. Much later, the experts of the Heavenly Sword Sect arrived at the scene.
The man in the yellow robe turned to look at the crowd, or rather, he couldn't see them at all. He simply walked in this direction, passing through Xiao Yuhan and the crowd, slowly heading towards the Heavenly Sword Sect's ancestral hall.
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