Just as Bai Shu was having a happy mood, the sect leader suddenly stood up and took out a long box from the cabinet under the dressing table.

The box is yellow rosewood, with a lifelike phoenix carved on the surface. The wood color is a bit dark and there are many subtle scratches on the surface. You can tell at a glance that this wooden box has been old.

"This is the sword of Wen'er. Do you want to see it?" The sect leader asked him by putting the wooden box on the table in front of Bai Shu.

After hearing what the sect leader said, Bai Shu realized that this was actually a sword box.

Ling Wen'er was so amazing that she was hidden tightly when she was in the Sword Sect. As soon as she came out of the mountain, she was shocked by the world. She was once called "the gift of Jade Bone Ice Skin Heaven, and she was dedicated to the Taoist sword without splendor."

She was originally a banished immortal in the Sword Sect, and she was unparalleled in the world, let alone her sword.

Bai Shu slowly pulled open the baffle of the sword box, and a long sword was quietly lying in the sword box. There was no surprise, only the simplicity and calmness of the sharpness.

"Our Sword Sect has two ancient famous swords, one is Gancang and the other is Kunxi, respectively, which are in the hands of disciples of the two Qiankun Sects."

The sect leader said embarrassedly: "When Wener went down the mountain, he left Kunxi, but I still didn't seal the sword, so I kept it for her. As a result, Tao Ling came, so he had to use Gan Cang from the Ganzong first."

After saying this, Bai Shu understood that today, the ancient famous swords that should have held one by one in the Qiankun Sect are now all in the hands of Kun Sect. It is indeed a bit more yin and yang are weak.

"Why, are you a little disappointed when this Kun Xi looks too ordinary?" The sect leader saw that Bai Shu didn't say anything, thinking that the ancient famous sword and Bai Shu's expectations were too far away.

Bai Shu shook his head and said, "You haven't seen my sword, it's black. It's far worse than this sword, but it's very useful, and I really like it.

Bai Shulian used two specials to highlight Xingyue, but wasn't it? Xingyue was cast by the sword-casting master Xu Ye. It took a month to make it. Then it was transformed by Xiaobai, one of the ancient Yin-Yang Swords, with the sword spirit energy. I dare not say anything else. Today, Xingyue is definitely the top-ranked number in the sword.

The sect leader smiled and said, "Your sword is already a bit unbearable, but you are right. The sword is not used to see it, but to use it. It is enough to satisfy both the two points of like and use it."

Bai Shu nodded and asked carefully: "Can I pick it up and take a look?"

"Of course." The sect leader did not hesitate at all.

Bai Shu rubbed his hands excitedly when he heard this, and steadily held Kunxi's sword hilt, took Kunxi out of the sword box, and held it in the air.

As soon as he started, Kun Xi trembled slightly, and a heavy and warm feeling penetrated from Kun Xi, which made Bai Shu feel so excited.

The earth is Kun, and Kun represents earth, while Xi represents fire and heat. Bai Shu just happened to know that the earth has internal fire.

The stem is the sky, and Cang is water and cold, Bai Shu also knows that it is cold at high places.

These two swords represent the yin and yang sides of things, and Gan Cang and Kun Xi are called ancient famous swords, which inevitably lead to the reputation of the ancient Yin and yang sword.

What surprised Bai Shu even more was that Bai Shu found that the Kunxi sword was like Bai Shu's Xingyue, and the sword spirit could pass through it happily. However, compared to Xingyue, Kun Xi had a little more advantage, that is, the ordinary spiritual energy of heaven and earth could also be transmitted through Kun Xi, which is something that Bai Shu's Xingyue could not do.

"Kun Xi has been in the sword box for a long time, so it's time for her to go back and sleep for a while." The sect leader suddenly said such an inexplicable sentence.

Bai Shu looked at the sect leader in confusion. The sect leader took Kunxi and waved to Bai Shu, "Open the light, come with me."

Bai Shu honestly turned off the lights and closed the door, followed the sect leader in the Sword Sect for a while.

Bai Shu didn't ask much, but suddenly felt a little excited, feeling like he was about to come into contact with something interesting.

There are clouds in the sky, accompanied by the wind, the moon appears and disappears from time to time, and the ground is either as vast as silver sand, or as hazy as distant mountains. The vast blue mountains are only the faint sound of insects and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

I don’t know when the mountain road has disappeared, there are no stone steps and soil, and there are no overlapping buildings. Clear springs and waterfalls, falling flowers and flowing water are gone.

The sect leader took Bai Shu into a high ground, and the ground was neatly paved with huge white stone bricks, forming a long road. Both sides of the road were filled with complex patterns carved from stone, including legendary rare beasts, various gods with magic power and incomprehensible seal script records.

But the ones that are carved the most are all kinds of swords.

A sword is as small as a silver needle, and can be hidden when it flips away. A sword is huge and cannot see its head and tail, and its momentum can open the sky.

On both sides of the stone carving are mountains and the night sky, surrounding the road.

Bai Shu followed the sect leader for a while, and when the road reached the end, he changed the steps. The stone steps were wide and straight, stretching forward, making people unable to see the end at a glance.

Above the entire stone steps, the footsteps of Bai Shu and the Sect Master were heard one after another.

The two of them didn't know how long they had walked, until Bai Shu finished the last step, and there was no more mountains around them. They surrounded Bai Shu, only the endless night sky and the starry Milky Way.

The whole world has become more open, and it seems that Bai Shu is the only one left in the world.

The sect leader did not disturb Bai Shu. The first time she came up was during the day, there was no night sky, only white clouds, but she was stunned. At this moment, the sect leader understood Bai Shu's mood and was not in a hurry to wait for Bai Shu to appreciate the purest sky.

It took a long time for Bai Shu to come to his senses. When he lowered his head, he realized that he had arrived at a cemetery, with tombs slanted, covered with thick stone slabs, and words were engraved on them.

"This is the sword tomb." The sect leader said only this, and Bai Shu suddenly woke up.

The forbidden land of the Sword Sect and the sword tomb were actually built at such a high place.

The sword tomb is a hundred feet high and you can pick the stars with your hands.

The Seven Scenerys of Taixu are still a little stingy than the Sword Tomb.

"Let's go." The sect leader greeted and walked inside first.

Bai Shu followed the sect leader and saw rows of words on the rows of sword tomb stone tablets.

Ningbi was cast in the forty-third year of Fengchen in the old Li. The first master He Moqing, and the twenty-year resignation of the emperor, Huang Yi personally opened the company and changed his master...

In the 18th year of the old lunar calendar, the first master Ying Wei and Cen Xi seventh year, Gu Sihong personally opened the company and changed his master...

Qingji was cast in the 31st year of Li Feng, and his first master Lu Guxu.

...

There is no story on the stone tablet, only time and name. Some swords have more than a dozen masters, and have been passed down for thousands of years. Some swords have only one master. After the master immortal left, they have been covered in dust until now.

Although there are only names on the stone tablet and no stories are written, Bai Shu knew that every name on the stone tablet of the sword tomb was likely to be a famous figure who was once famous and was the pride of heaven at that time.

Bai Shu looked at the names on the stone carvings and then at the rows of sword tombs, and naturally felt sad in his heart. Bai Shu subconsciously thought of many scenes in his mind.

When the sky was raining, the cold rain hit the stone tablet, washing the name of every person and every sword.

When the wind was howling, the wind and sand blew the stone tablet, leaving subtle scratches, adding a touch of vicissitudes to the sword tomb.

When snow was falling all over the mountains, thick snowflakes covered the deserted tombs, and the swords buried under the stones were cold and lonely.

Jianzhong always accompanies the Milky Way in the sky like this.

"There are thousands of swords here, some are buried with swords, and some are buried with people?" When the sect leader talked about the sword tomb, his voice became a little lighter, as if he was afraid of disturbing the silence in the sword tomb.

"How do you say it?" Bai Shu didn't understand what the sect leader said.

The sect leader slowly explained: "As long as the sword is not broken and hidden in the sword tomb, there will always be one day when we meet a new master. This kind of sword tomb will be buried with an old friend."

"Some swords have been passed down for hundreds of years and are finally broken, and there is no other day when the light of day is seen again. In this kind of sword tomb, the sword itself is buried."

This statement is interesting, no wonder this stone tablet only has name and time.

"What sword is qualified to be buried in the sword tomb?" Bai Shu was very curious.

The sect leader glanced at Kunxi and said, "It is only possible to have a sword spirit."

Bai Shu was stunned for a moment. He knew that Xiaobai was the sword spirit, but he didn't expect that there was also a sword spirit in the sword tomb of the sword sect.

"Is it the kind of spirit with independent consciousness and thinking?" Bai Shu thought that the sword spirits were all like Xiaobai.

The sect leader shook his head and said, "When a person has used a sword for a long time, his breath and his sword intent will slowly remain on the sword and merge with the sword. After his death, this sword intent can still be attached to the sword and will not disappear. This sword is regarded as a sword with a sword spirit."

After listening to the sect leader’s explanation, Bai Shu realized that these “sword spirits” were far from Xiaobai.

The sect leader continued, "As long as the disciples in the sect cultivate sword intent, they will have the opportunity to enter the sword tomb once. For thousands of years, some people's sword intent have similarities. Once the sword intent of these disciples who enter the sword tomb are sensed by the sword in the sword tomb and resonate, then he can open the sword that resonates with him and use it for his own use."

Bai Shu was quite surprised. He never expected that there would be a resonance between people and swords.

"But what about those who cannot resonate with these swords, what will happen to him?" Bai Shu always thought about digging his roots. There will always be those geniuses who are unprecedented, or those who have too mediocre sword intentions.

"It won't be a pity that way." The sect leader smiled and said, "Just find an ordinary sword, and you can nourish your own sword spirit for many years, and then you will naturally have an extra seat for the sword tomb."

The sect leader said with some regret: "Every hundred years, several new swords will be buried in the sword tomb, but the number of swords available in the sword tomb is still gradually decreasing."

Bai Shu said in confusion: "Why is this?"

The sect leader sighed and said, "Not to mention swords, the world has changed. Even the world cannot be immortal. Some swords are less warm and nourished by sword energy. They are hidden in the sword tomb for hundreds of years, but no one can open them. In the end, the sword spirit slowly disappears and becomes rust and ashes, not to mention that some swords are broken or lost during use."

"Hundreds of years ago, the sword sect had emerged in many talents, and the sword tomb was often empty. At that time, basically every sword could be nourished by the sword intent. At that time, thousands of swords in the sword sect were released together. What a majestic scene, but now..."

A trace of helplessness flashed in the sect leader's eyes: "But now, the Sword Sect has also declined."
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