Xiao Nanhui was speechless, not sure whether he didn't know what to say or was afraid to speak.
She should have figured out why the word "Zhongtian" sounded so familiar. It turned out that the "Zhongtian Taozhi Mountain" Su Pingchuan mentioned wasn't just the name of a sect, but actually existed, and she was right there in the middle of it.
After thinking for a moment, she followed and bowed carefully.
"Junior Xiao Nanhui pays homage to the Master of the Zhejian Sect."
The old woman was still kicking the dead branches scattered on the ground without even turning her head.
"I am the only old woman left in the Six Blades now, where will the Sect Master come from?"
She followed the other person, picking up the dead branches one by one and putting them into the basket behind her.
"Even if there is only one person, it is the sect's foothold. Senior has been guarding here for many years, don't you also understand this well?"
The old woman snorted again.
"The only reason I'm still here is because I'm old and can't walk anymore."
She smiled, and her previous restraint relaxed a little.
"I see that Senior is busy running around in this sword tomb every day, and he is in very good health."
"What do you know? It's just a useless sword, not worth more than this plum tree."
"A useless sword?"
She looked at the half-exposed sword with doubt, and did not think it was the work of a mediocre person.
"Have you ever heard of the sword that can disarm?"
There are many famous swords in the world. She may not know a hundred of them, but she knows at least ninety-nine of them. However, she has never heard of the name Jiejia.
Xiao Nanhui shook his head.
"I am a young man with limited knowledge and have never heard of it."
"You haven't heard of it, and that's normal. It's a legendary sword, and no one has ever seen its true form. And this sword before you was forged according to that legend. Since the day it was forged, it has only killed one person. Since then, it has been buried in the loess."
She looked at the withered plum tree and suddenly understood something.
"Although you are the master of this sword, you are not the master of this plum tree, is that correct?"
The old woman seemed a little tired, and finally stopped moving. She found a tree stump and sat down there, but her hands were still pulling out the weeds on the ground around her, and the expression on her face seemed to soften.
"When I first met her, she was just a little girl, not much taller than a table, but she was already quite skilled with a spear and wasn't intimidated by me. We had very similar personalities and quickly became close friends. I wanted her to join me in the Zhejian Sect, but she looked down on my swordsmanship, believing only her spear was the best."
If everything before was just speculation, Xiao Nanhui was almost certain of the answer after hearing this. However, thinking of that person's ending, she could hardly bear to continue listening to the story.
But the old woman seemed to be stuck in the past, and the voice never stopped from beginning to end.
"One day, she suddenly came to me and said she'd read a sword-forging record in some ancient book. It said the sharpest weapon in the world was called Jiejia. It was formed from the obsession of lovers and could dismantle anyone's defenses. She took it seriously and thought day and night about forging that sword to give to me as a birthday gift. I laughed at her for not understanding the pedantry of scholars. Perhaps it wasn't a sword at all, but just some pretentious words written by a lover and a woman."
"But she refused to believe it and insisted on forging a sword like this. She spent all her time by the sword forge. When she asked for my help, I found ways to refuse. But as God knows, I didn't mean to be perfunctory with her. I just didn't like the reason she named the sword."
"The thing in this world that cannot withstand the test of time is the love between men and women. Swords are so solid and reliable, they are something a martial artist can rely on for their entire lives. How can they be compared with the ethereal love?"
At this point, she suddenly paused, the anguish and irritability returning to her brow like a gathering dark cloud.
"But what I despised, she treasured as if it were a treasure. In the end, she laid down her sword and entered the deep house and high walls for the man she so-called loved. I was angry with her and returned to the mountains, refusing to see her again. When I tried to find out more about her, her spear had broken and her body had turned to dust."
Xiao Nanhui remained silent. When he picked up the firewood and wanted to put it into his backpack, he found that his backpack was already full.
"I forged this sword solely for revenge. I spent five years researching the weapon of her killer, forging this sword with the goal of defeating him. I spent another five years lurking in Lingxi, finally finding the opportunity to kill him. He doesn't know me, and I haven't spoken a single word to him. I don't need anyone to understand or comprehend anything I've done. Forging this sword, even if it's just for this one unsheathing, is worth it."
The other party's voice suddenly stopped.
Xiao Nanhui didn't hear any sound for a long time. When she looked back, she was shocked to find that there was a tear mark on that cold and fierce face.
Any words of comfort seemed pale and powerless at this moment. She didn't know what to say, so she could only stand there and look at the lonely sword on the sword tomb.
Perhaps there is some truth in that legend.
Just taking off the armor, taking off the armor...whose defenses are being taken off?
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