Chapter 311

"Sword?" The old man slightly a Leng, shook his head, said: "do not know."

The sword spirit laughed and said in a loud voice, "it's the red pupil sword!"

His voice was so loud that it seemed that he wanted to be heard by others. All the people around him stopped and turned their heads and looked at him.

The old man was startled. He quickly covered the sword spirit's mouth and said, "young man, this can't be said. If you say it, you will be beaten!"

Beaten?

"Why?" The spirit of the sword is unknown, so: "the red pupil sword killed Xiang Yu, should be regarded as a divine sword, let people praise it every day, why not?"

"Sword?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter all around.

A young man in his twenties said, "the red pupil sword is an evil thing. How can you say he is a magic sword? How ridiculous! Young man, you're not a native, are you? "

Evil things?

Hearing these two words, Jianling finally couldn't stand it any more. "Bang" patted the table, stood up and said, "what evil thing? You punk! The red pupil sword killed Xiang Yu and killed the thief for the Han Dynasty. Why did he become an evil thing? "

"He killed Xiang Yu, but he also killed childe Qin!" Another said with a sneer.

Childe Qin, the first swordsman of Qin Dynasty, was also the last master of Chitong sword.

The red pupil sword technique made the world marvel. However, such an expert died under his own sword, which made countless people sigh.

Jianling's face turned pale and said, "the king of Qin is cruel and unrestrained. The childe Qin assisted the tyranny. The Chitong sword had no choice but to kill him! This is for the benefit of the people

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing this, the crowd laughed even more.

All the people looked at the young man, and their eyes showed the color of watching the opera. It seemed that in the dark, the sword spirit had been regarded as a dissident by them.

The whole teahouse is full of happy atmosphere.

"You say the sword is for the common people? That's ridiculous

"What can a sword understand? No matter how powerful it is, it's just a pile of broken iron! "

They laughed.

"This red pupil sword is a evil thing. Whoever touches it will die. Childe Qin will touch it and Xiang Yu will die too!"

"Well, thanks to General Han, this sword was thrown away. Otherwise, it would fall into our Han Dynasty. I don't know what will happen."

"This kind of evil thing should be destroyed directly!"

"That's it."

……

The sound came from all around. The sword spirit's face turned white and his whole body was shaking. The faces and faces, the people he had protected, were cursing him at the moment.

Evil thing!

The shopkeeper came over, looked at Jianling and said coldly, "young man, if you say this kind of bad luck in my shop again, I will let you leave!"

Hearing this, Jianling was shocked all over his body and cried out "ah". He ran away from the store like a demon.

People are slightly a Leng, looking at the far away sword spirit, are shaking their heads, eyes reveal the color of contempt.

"Madman!"

……

Jianling went crazy, and kept on walking towards the distance. Everything in the past, as if with the words just now, and become fragmented.

A kind of anger, as well as grief, filled the heart of the sword spirit.

He didn't know how long he had run. Maybe he was tired. He leaned against a tree to rest.

But the anger is still hard to calm.

But he knew that the Han Dynasty could not go back, and no one would miss him again.

I don't know how long it passed. Jianling went back to Wu River. Looking at the misty River, he felt lonely for the first time.

The bloodstain of Xiang Yu's suicide at that time has also been washed clean by the river, and no trace can be found.

I don't know how many years later, a middle-aged man came from afar. He looked at the sword on the ground, picked it up and spat out two words:

"good sword!"

The blade hummed as if in response to his voice.

But this silk hum, but no longer before the joy, and become very melancholy.

The man was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I am the Beimang swordsman. I want to go over Jiangdong to find relatives. Since you and I are predestined, you should follow me from now on."

Beimang swordsman said and put the sword in his waist.

Gradually disappeared in the distance.

……

……

Memory here, suddenly stopped.

In Jianyu, he finally realized that he was not a soul.

Yang Chen sighed and silently took back his fingers. Looking at the sword spirit in front of him, he couldn't help showing sympathy in his eyes.

This memory finally liberated the sword spirit completely. The last trace of obsession in his heart was also silent."Thank you very much for letting go of my obsession." There are two lines of tears in Jianling's eyes.

A deep worship to Yang Chen.

At this moment, he finally cried.

"Don't you want to take revenge?" Yang Chen asked: "Han Xin abandoned you, Han Dynasty abandoned you, you, do not intend to seek justice for yourself?"

"No Jianling shook his head and said, "over the years, I have always regarded myself as Han Xin and treated myself as a general. But as a general for a long time, I also gradually understand Han Xin's hardship, he was forced to abandon me

The sword spirit sighed and said, "now, there is no need for sword spirit in this world..."

Jianling said, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

The sadness in his eyes also gradually became confused, until finally, the sword spirit finally completely dissipated in the world, leaving only one spirit without thought.

Yang Chen was silent for a moment, went forward, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the head of the spirit body.

The spirit body was directly inhaled into the palm by Yang dust.

A surge of energy, but also from the palm of Yang Chen rushed out, gradually swept to his four limbs. This energy is extremely pure, even with a sharp taste, where Yang Chen's flesh and blood are tingling.

He took a deep breath, sat down on his knees, refining the energy in silence.

This energy, after all, is the power of a sword that has existed for tens of thousands of years. It is not easy to refine it?

Time, also in the past minute by second.

Mu Lingyun walks back and forth in the cave and looks at Yang Chen, who is like an old monk. She can't help but show her impatience and dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Three hours have passed, but Yang Chen has no sign of awakening.

But his breath is growing.

Mu Lingyun suddenly felt that she was losing something. If you know, she would not bring this guy, otherwise the sword spirit would be her bag.

Think of here, Mu Lingyun sighs, looking at Yang Chen's eyes, also reveals resentment.

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