The lamppost shook, and the sound of breaking the wind was slightly. Ning Changjiu's previous infatuation was swept away. His eyes were illuminated by the sword light, and deep inside his eyes was the old-fashioned face of the old man like a stone statue.

The old man who claimed to be a tomb guardian had his lifeless face rippled by the sword wind. He seemed to have never expected that a junior would set his sword on him.

But it doesn't matter whether he wants or not. He stretched out his finger, which was also dead gray, as if it had been polished for many years. When he hit Ning Changjiu's sword edge, there was no trembling or even a trace left.

"Young man, what are you doing?" The gravekeeper's words were slightly ups and downs. He stared at Ning Changjiu's eyes very muddy, like the blind man's eyes: "Can you not believe me?"

Of course Ning Changjiu didn't believe him. In his cognition, the one who could not be found here should be the guilty person in the peak. But if he was a practitioner with a profound realm, how could he not be able to leave the courtyard in this hidden peak?

The old man caught the sword and pinched the twisted sword edge. The trembling sound of the sword edge stopped. He let go of his hand without further movement. His eyes were still calm and gentle when he looked at Ning Changjiu, without blaming the rudeness of his younger generation.

Ning Changjiu pulled back the sword, but did not let go of his vigilance at all: "Why should I believe you?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. You are still alive, you can still talk to me and learn my sword skills. This is the kindness I express." The old man's speech speed never changed.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Senior has such a profound realm, why should he stay in this dark place?"

The gravekeeper shook his head and said, "I said, I am the gravekeeper, and everyone thought I was dead..."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How long have you been here?"

The gravekeeper spoke, "Three hundred and seventy-eight years."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Are you the same generation as the founder?"

The gravekeeper was rarely caught in memory: "They are all dead, but I am the only one who still exists."

Ning Changjiu frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The tombkeeper said, "You should be an inner disciple. If you have worshipped the stele of the sword hall, you should have seen my name..."

The sword monument was engraved with the names of masters or uncles of all generations. Ning had never looked at the sword monument carefully for a long time and did not know which of the old man in front of him was, but for some reason, he unconsciously believed the other party's words.

Ning Changjiuqiang was a little alert and asked, "You said you are the tomb guardian, whose tomb are you guarding?"

The gravekeeper's unswerving eyes slowly looked around the black mist space, and the milky white spots of light looked like standing moths.

"This cemetery is my cemetery." The tombkeeper said, "At that time, I went deep into the southern wilderness with my master. In a wilderness where ferocious beasts were rampant, I found a pit with countless dead bones buried. Each of the bones weighed thousands of pounds. In the soil beside them, the broken armor magic weapons were displayed like fossils. We stopped there and did not go to deeper space...

Most of these things were brought back at that time, but most of them had been polluted and could only be used after the spiritual energy was washed away for hundreds of years. We could have survived for hundreds of years, but when we went deep into the Southern Wilderness, we were still influenced by the dead gods..."

The gravekeeper's words became heavier and heavier. I wonder if it was an illusion, but the marks on his face became deeper, as if as long as he sat down, he would become a stone that would always be silent at the bottom of the peak.

Ning Changjiu was still confused and asked, "Then what are you guarding? And this snake bone was also excavated from the Southern Wilderness?"

The gravekeeper looked at the snake bone and said, "This is also the meaning of my existence."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why?"

The gravekeeper looked at the tangled wooden pillar and his head was leaning down toward the python looking upward, and said, "It wants to escape."

...

This sentence was like a prophecy. As soon as he said it, Ning looked back at the corpse of the giant python for a long time, it seemed to have come alive. The huge bones were like countless sharp swords, and every time they wriggled, the clash of thousands of swords was the same.

But this was just an illusion, and Ning Changjiu quickly came back to his senses.

The ancient snake bone does not have a breath of life. It is quietly placed on the pillar, just like a carving that already exists on this dragon pillar.

Ning Changjiu only discovered that there were many large sword-like bone nails nailed into the snake bone cone. These nails fixed its huge body tightly on the dragon-wrapped pillar, just like a specimen.

Ning Changjiu remembered the old man’s introduction just now and asked, “Is this…Ba Snake?”

The tombkeeper nodded and said, "Well, these are ferocious beasts thousands of years ago. Their existence is even older than the twelve lords of the divine kingdom. However, these ancient demons are not real gods after all. Even if they can swallow a giant elephant alive, they will eventually be killed by the gods."

Ning Changjiu said: "Did the god kill it?"

The gravekeeper looked at the skeleton, as if he was looking at the most wonderful sculpture in the world. He sighed: "Who can kill such a great masterpiece except for the real god?"

Ning Changjiu remembered the first of the three large screens in the sword hall. The black screen was drawn on the picture of a deserted man riding an elephant and killing snakes. Then he remembered two other pictures, one with a monster with a human face and a dragon body, and the other was a great demon like a nine-headed dragon. He originally thought that the three paintings were just based on mythical imagination, but he did not expect that the corpse of the snake was really hidden in this mountain.

The snake demon, who was only heard of in legend, is now entrenched in front of him in such a huge way, and his heart can't help but tighten.

Ning Changjiu said: "But all the people of your generation are dead, why have you lived until now?"

"It seems you still don't believe me." The gravekeeper sighed, and his face looked old, and he was silent for a while before finally speaking: "Because the second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra."

"Tianyu Sword Sutra?" Ning Changjiu showed a look of surprise. It was exactly what Yan Zhou had lost and searched for decades.

Ning Changjiu asked: "The second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra was lost decades ago, what does it have to do with you?"

The gravekeeper smiled hard, and he asked, "That's what your peak master said to you now?"

Ning never answered for a long time.

The tombkeeper shook his head and said, "In fact, the Tianyu Sword Sutra was lost more than two hundred years ago... What was placed in the sect afterwards were nothing more than a broken ancient scroll written by the master before his death."

"What?" Ning Changjiu vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't find the source.

The tombkeeper continued: "The Tianyu Sword Sutra is divided into two volumes, but the meaning of the two volumes is completely different. All disciples of Neifeng can practice the first half of the volume. Although the moves are exquisite, they were also created by the master's master's moves and moves, and they still cannot be derived from human thinking. However, the second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra is completely different... The master specially wrote the first half to cover up the secret of the second half of the volume."

The tomb guard turned his head, looked at Ning Changjiu, and said word by word: "The second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra is the real...the Book of Heaven!"

The two men of Tianshu were penetrated into Ning Changjiu's mind, and his spirit was shaking like waves, and the short sword in his hand was almost unstable.

In his understanding, Yujian Tianzong is just a sect with several Ziting masters, and Tiancuo Peak is the weakest among the four peaks. I never thought that today I fell to the bottom of the peak and touched the secret from a hundred years ago.

Ning Changjiu's spirit moved slightly: "The Tianyu Sword Sutra is here with you?"

The tombkeeper did not hide it. He stretched out a hand. The arm was like a thick sword. As soon as he lifted his arm, a sword intent that looked like the same sect and the same origin as the Tianzong, and it seemed completely different. It was like a mirage in the desert, making the thirsty traveler unable to tell whether it was a false desert or a tall building for a while.

The gravekeeper looked at his arms, and a hint of pride also appeared in his eternal expression.

Ning felt the sword intent that appeared on him for a long time.

The old man was like a living fossil. Although he was in this cemetery where evil weapons were everywhere, his body was only solemn and solemn, without a trace of evil invasion. The supreme skills in the second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra seemed to have melted into his bloodline.

The tombkeeper looked at Ning Changjiu for a moment. He looked at Ning Changjiu's face, which was always disguised as calm, and also showed excitement and hope, as if he was eager to learn the sword scriptures and then come out of the mountain to let the long-lost sword scriptures see the light of the sky again and ask for credit from the peak master of his peak.

The gravekeeper continued to speak: "Kneel in front of the stone tablet and become my disciple. I will grant you all you want."

Ning Changjiu moved unconsciously, and he walked back to the stone tablet - it was the tombstone set by the old man for himself.

Ning Changjiu opened his mouth and asked with difficulty: "Why do you want to say so much to me?"

The gravekeeper knew that his heart had been shaken, and his voice was gentle and powerful: "Those who can enter this place need extraordinary courage and outstanding opportunities. You have both, and your talent is also excellent. As long as you polish it, it will be a sharp sword that can shock the world. The most important thing is that you dare to set a sword against me is unspeakable courage, and it is also the reason why I am truly willing to tell you everything. I have never received a decent disciple in my life. You will be the last one and the most proud one of me."

Ning Changjiu listened, his jaw lowered, as if he finally bowed to the other party. The sword in his hand was just holding it in a broken way, and he could easily snatch it with just a slight grab.

Ning Changjiu bent down and knelt down in front of the stone tablet.

The gravekeeper showed a gratified smile on his face. He looked at Ning Changjiu, as if he was looking at his dearest and beloved children in the world. Even if they were about to turn into a real stone statue, they were still so kind.

Then, his smile froze on his face.

The young man in front of him changed into a strange sword frame in an instant. The sword in his hand that had been easily stopped before was now pierced into his rock-solid throat.

He didn't have a slight murderous intent, but this sudden sword symbolized real death.

Ning never believed in him from beginning to end. All his piety, admiration and expectation were nothing more than disguised emotions, just like the old man always wanted to make him believe in himself with magical words.

But the old man was too impatient, and the bewitching he did had a counterproductive effect.

Ning Changjiu stabbed the sword again.

He filled in the only light spot in his dark consciousness.

So the sword pierced into his body.

The tombkeeper looked at him dumbly, his lips opened, full of shock and confusion: "Why? Do you want the Tianyu Sword Sutra to be lost? Are you...a disciple of this sect? What kind of sword are you?"

The gravekeeper's questions will never be answered as his body collapses.

When his body fell like a stone, the last two words he spit out of his mouth made Ning Changjiu feel creepy again.

He said, "Save me."

...

...

On the sword field, Ning Xiaoling had recovered from peace. For some reason, she felt that her heart had become much more stable and no longer had those chaotic emotions. However, the picture that suddenly poured into her head was still like a nightmare. She recited the sect's clear heart mantra many times but could not get rid of it.

Some disciples thought she was frustrated after losing the sword just now. When she didn't understand the rules, she told her that as long as the loser continued to win, she had a chance to win the championship.

Ning Xiaoling listened and just nodded perfunctorily. At this moment, she no longer cared about the outcome and other things. She just wanted her senior brother to be well.

She believed that as long as she didn't have any problems with her thoughts, she could beat everyone, but what's the point? She didn't work harder or had a higher talent than them. Her realms were all obtained with the help of her senior brother.

That was the gift given to her by the senior brother.

In the next few games, Ning Xiaoling could not be serious or careless. For every opponent, she could pass dozens of moves and narrowly win.

Lu Yuanbai, who was watching the battle, looked at it with relish and felt that the little girl's moves were more fierce and interesting than she thought. If she practiced more, she should be able to enter the state of Tongxian. But that would be comparable to her own realm. When she thought of this, Lu Yuanbai couldn't help but sigh silently, feeling a little sad.

Yazhu could see more tricks. She originally thought that Ning Xiaoling was in the first realm of Tongxian. After all, when the sword star was lit up that day, she broke through to the Xuan and entered the Tongxian. However, the more she looked at this competition, she became more and more shocked. She found that Ning Xiaoling and the practitioners in the first realm of Tongxian were not under any pressure. Could it be that Ning Xiaoling had entered the middle realm of Tongxian in this month?

It was only a few months... what kind of talent was this, not to mention that her legendary innate spirit has not been revealed yet.

Isn’t it just like that when I was married to my senior sister?

At this moment, Lu Maiwei had already gone to Yinfeng.

There is an extremely hidden one-way passage from the main hall of the Peak to Yin Peak. After she entered Yin Peak, she immediately felt a trace of fighting.
To be continued...