I fought with Bai Yueguang's sword

85.

The name Yaoguang is known to everyone in the cultivation world.

Others called him "Chen Yu".

He became famous at a young age, making a beautiful swordsmanship.

Like many sword repairs.

He only loves his own sword, and is only obsessed with swords.

The demon cultivator of Tianle Realm knew him.

Countless monks in the world have also seen him.

He is a natural swordsman.

It became a natural mountain in the hearts of sword cultivators.

Insurmountable, unattainable.

86.

Moxiu is a Moxiu who has never left Tianle Realm.

He decided to hold the sword because he had heard the name "Yao Guang".

He heard many legends about Yaoguang.

Either true or false, strange and inexplicable.

So when he was still young, Demon Cultivator decided to become a Sword Cultivator too.

He found his sword.

Name the sword Qiwu.

He has never heard the voice of the sword, but he still loves his sword.

Now, he lost his sword.

Moxiu first thought, even if he was going to be ridiculed by everyone in the Tianle world, he should take back his sword.

Until he recognized the person who took Qiwu away.

A legend that made him decide to become a sword repairman.

87.

Heng Yaoguang is indeed a legend.

The world once said that he is the number one swordsman in the world.

Number one in the world is really number one in the world.

Heng Yaoguang's sword is invincible.

88.

Heng Yaoguang has seen many swords.

There are more people who have seen it.

He lowered his eyes slightly, with a condescending expression.

He asked: "You want to be a sword repairer and learn how to use a sword. Before that, do you believe that you can hold your sword enough?"

Moxiu looked up at him.

Heng Yaoguang said: "I have seen many sword cultivators. They either nourish their swords with blood, or take bones to make swords. They are very crazy. But none of them put down their swords when they died in my hands."

Moxiu finally heard the dissatisfaction in his sentence.

"...I didn't do it on purpose!" He said, "I thought Qiwu could come back to me—"

"I thought it was the most useless thing for a swordsman."

Heng Yaoguang interrupted his explanation lightly, "There are always infinite variables in everything in the world. Maybe you think it now, but you won't think it anymore. As a swordsman, you should be clear at the first breath of your sword, Do you want your sword back, or your sword dead."

Mo Xiu trembled.

He hurriedly said: "But I—I'm not a sword cultivator like you!"

Heng Yaoguang paused.

Heng Yaoguang said: "You are indeed not a sword cultivator like me. Because you are still qualified to hold a sword, even if you drop your sword."

89.

Moxiu took Xiwu away.

Before leaving, he looked back at the legendary sword repairer for a long time.

No one knows what Heng Yaoguang has experienced.

He was only in a normal day.

At the end of the setting sun, on the bluestone board, he said softly: "I don't need a sword anymore."

So he really didn't hold the sword anymore.

Xingshuang never appeared again.

Together with Heng Yaoguang's once famous swordsmanship in the cultivation world.

Moxiu once thought that the number one swordsman in the world was tired of holding a sword.

Later he also thought that a sword cultivator like Yao Guang would never put down his sword.

up to now.

Moxiu looked at Heng Yaoguang's figure.

Even holding a sword, it is difficult to dispel the tiredness all over the body.

It turned out that the sword cultivator really only wanted to hold a sword in his life.

Thinking about it, Moxiu couldn't help but tighten his grip on Xiwu.

90.

Jian was at a loss.

Jianyan watched a demon cultivator swagger across the North Sea.

He watched his younger generation leave again.

Seeing Moxiu turn around every step and three times, he wished he could take Heng Yaoguang away.

Jian was startled and said: "What does he mean? What do you mean? Heng Yaoguang, you actually returned the sword to Moxiu, are you worthy of Shi Shi's trust in you!"

Heng Yaoguang didn't respond to it.

Jian hesitantly turned his head to look.

Look at it this way, it is more bewildered than bewildered.

In a daze, he could actually see a bit of sourness.

Because Heng Yaoguang looked in the direction of Tianle Realm from afar, with a calm expression, but there seemed to be thousands of words hidden in his eyes.

The sword coughed lightly, and it asked, "Are you envious that the demon cultivator can use a sword?"

Only then did Heng Yaoguang answer its question.

When he looked down at it, he could easily meet his eyes.

Heng Yaoguang replied: "...how did you see it?"

Seeing him like this, Jian couldn't help laughing.

Jian said: "You don't have to pretend nothing happened, seeing that you were in a state of mind just now, I really envy that demon cultivator."

Jian thought for a while.

It is rare for it to develop sporadic empathy in its heart.

So Jian said: "Although I hate you very much, but because you are not bad at Jian, it is not that I cannot allow you to use me."

Heng Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

After a long silence, he said, "No need."

91.

Jian was naturally in a hurry.

It said angrily: "I'm telling you, don't be ashamed! Although they call you the number one sword cultivator in the world, you are still too young for my peerless sword! Young man, I advise you You do it for yourself! I am willing to show you the face and let you use it. This is a great gift from heaven, do you understand?!"

Heng Yaoguang was convinced by its eagerness.

Heng Yaoguang said: "...OK."

Jian nodded secretly.

It thought, very good, and it can be regarded as a child can teach.

Then it unsheathed itself first, quite cooperatively.

Until it was held in Heng Yaoguang's hand, ripples were gently drawn with the waves of the sea.

Jian was stunned.

Sword: I seem to be an Excalibur, why am I playing with water here?

It was startled, and looked up again.

Heng Yaoguang's expression is no longer cold and indifferent, but covered with a layer of fog, showing one or two points of nostalgia, three or four points of sadness, and five or six points of indescribable sourness.

Jian lowered his head and continued to play in the water while being led.

Jian thought.

Forget it, this person used to be the number one swordsman in the world, but now he only deserves to play with this divine sword, which is quite pitiful.

92.

The sword is a gentle sword, even though he is a bad tempered sword.

But his heart is sometimes soft.

Occasionally soft swords sigh and swim in the waves.

The sword couldn't be seen, when Heng Yaoguang led it around, his eyes were shining like stars, and the slightly raised brows were engraved on the whole face, which was as comfortable as the clouds and the wind.

As expected.

As it should be.

The author says:

Jian: He is so pitiful, I want to treat him better.

Heng Yaoguang: (weak)

Jian: How pitiful!

Heng Yaoguang: (weaker)

Jian: ...are you pretending a little?

Heng Yaoguang: No.

Jian: ...I always feel that something is wrong.