The Collection of The End

"Uh... Every time I come to Sword Tomb, I feel uncomfortable... There is obviously no ice in this place, so why is it so cold?"

In front of the gate of the Sword Tomb, Lin Shu folded his arms and complained.

"Every time? You've never been here except when you worship your ancestors every year, right?" I directly exposed his lies.

I didn't feel cold at all. If it was my younger brother, it might be related to the fact that his spiritual root attribute is "sword".

"That's the 'every time' thing," the stupid brother said, "You can learn the secrets of swordsmanship by observing the swords left by your predecessors...it doesn't sound possible."

"At least among the ancestors of the Lin family, there are not a few who have learned from this. Moreover, this is considered half of the clan's ancestral hall. Don't lose your etiquette - Sophie, knock on the door."

"Okay, miss."

After Sophie made sure that my wheelchair would not slip away, she ran to the bronze door that was a foot high and pulled down a handle with gears.

Then, a dull sound like a bell sounded on the door.

Boom--boom--

Then, the bronze door slowly opened outward.

No matter how many times I see it, these Mohist mechanisms are amazing.

This sword tomb, which stores the swords of the Lin family for generations, was naturally not built by the ancestor of the Lin family. Even if it was built, it would only be able to store his own discarded swords, which would be a bit arrogant.

According to family records, the Sword Tomb was built about a hundred years after the spiritual energy was revived, coinciding with the troubled times of dynasty change. At that time, the mortal court was not as completely a decoration as it is now. Many monks who gained power worked for what seems to be very important now. The ridiculous purpose is to devote himself to the various forces fighting for power, and the world is full of blood.

The Lin family had no intention of competing, but they knew the suffering of the common people, and devoted themselves to protecting the mortals hundreds of miles around Qingcheng Mountain from the flames of war in the troubled times. Before the end of the troubled times, more than a hundred of the best members of the clan died because of this, and the head of the family set up a sword tomb as a memorial. and to alert future generations. As for referring to the weapons of predecessors to gain insights into swordsmanship, this behavior only appeared several generations later.

My guess is that it was probably caused by some "stupid brother" sneaking in to play.

"Miss Lin, Master Lin, and Miss Sophie." After the bronze door was fully opened, an old man walked out. He had gray hair and no beard. He was tall, with a long and thin face, and his appearance was as sharp as a knife or an axe. We handed it over briefly without saying much.

This old man's name is Wang Yue. He is a good friend that my grandfather made when he traveled around the world when he was young. It is said that he has the title of "Sword Master".

This must be bragging, right? Why would someone who could be called a "holy" guard the tomb of a sword cultivator family that was not top-notch, or even barely upper-class?

Oh, it's not a tomb but a sword tomb.

"Old Wang." "Old Wang~" "Grandpa Wang~"

...The stupid brother's problem of not needing a spanking can't be changed.

"..." Wang Yue glanced at me, then at his stupid brother, and finally touched Sophie's head, who was leaning over, and walked out past us: "Go in."

"Hey~ Lao Wang, where are you going?"

"Go somewhere."

"Well... I'm still chatty as ever..."

You can shut up.

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"...The good Goddess Mother knows that the young master's injury is no longer serious, and the young lady is no longer seriously injured. This time I went down to the mountain to travel at the request of the master, and came to see you before leaving..."

Sophie was chattering to a soft purple sword displayed in a transparent crystal sword case in the main tomb, while Lin Shu and I were in no mood to talk.

[Soft Sword Ziwei, worn by his beloved wife Li Hongye - Lin Yuanshanli]

The reason why the sword tomb was established was that those clan members could not find their corpses after they died, so they could only erect a tomb of clothes. However, as a sword cultivator,

The right way is to replace it with a sword tomb.

According to what his father said, he was chasing the traitor Ding Xiadong that day, but the other party was well prepared and invited the "Second Grandma Xuanming" who was also an evil cultivator to ambush and attack him. My father was not aware of it and was seriously injured and fled back to Qingcheng Mountain. At that time, there was no way to save him. With no other choice, the mother used "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi" to save his father, but she herself died.

Literally "the fragrance disappears and the jade dies". When my father woke up that day, there was no trace of my mother except for the soft crape myrtle sword that never left his body.

Only then did he understand why the Beiming Divine Art explicitly prohibited transferring the injuries of a dying person. He originally thought he would be a substitute for death, but he didn't expect the consequences to be even more severe.

Perhaps that's why he was so upset when I saved my stupid brother with the lower-level technique of "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi", "Li Dai Tao Jian".

As both a performer and recipient, I don’t really have any objections. Maybe my brother was in pain when he was injured, but after the transfer, I was completely paralyzed and had no feeling. Apart from having to adapt to a life where I can’t take care of myself, I obviously made a profit. .

What? genius? Whoever loves that kind of false reputation can take it.

"Miss, Master, shall we go back?" After Sophie finished rambling, she turned around and said.

"You go back first, I want to be alone with my mother for a while." I shook my head.

"How can that be okay? Miss, you can't be away from others," Sophie paused: "I'll wait for you outside, young master, you can go back first."

"I...can also wait!" Lin Shu shuddered and said bravely.

The two of them warned me again and exited the tomb together, heading towards the gate of the Sword Tomb.

"..." After waiting for a while, I looked at the corner of the tomb: "Mr. Wang?"

"What the girl from the Li family said is true. You are really talented." A secret door opened on the side of the tomb, and Wang Yue, who had already left, walked out of it: "She said, if one day you perform Li Dai's peach freeze, transplant flowers and trees, or bury empty wood, Hua, let me give this to you."

"...Mother left it for me?"

My mother "passed away" three years ago. If there are any relics or last words, I should take them out at that time, unless...

"This is the 'Leader's Ring' of the 'Xiaoyao Sect'. If you hold it, you will become the 'Head of the Xiaoyao Sect'." Wang Yue stepped forward and placed a ring inlaid with golden gems in my hand: "She said, If I have the opportunity to go to Tianshan, I will apologize to Master Li Qiu Shui on her behalf for the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect that was passed down to her."

I have never heard of this "Xiaoyao Sect", and...

"If there is a chance?" I looked down at the wheelchair under me.

"It doesn't matter," Wang Yue shook his head: "The 'Marriage Dress Magic Art' of the 'Xiaoyao Sect' originally emphasizes the importance of not breaking and not establishing, breaking and then establishing, first establishing and then breaking, and then breaking and then establishing. This level is just ordinary."

"...How many times can it be done?" I felt a little scared when I heard the numerous "breaks" and "establishes".

"As little as nine times, as many as forty-two times, depending on the degree of destruction." Wang Yuechong gestured to the wheelchair: "This kind of attack should be counted as one of the nine times."

"Okay," I sighed, lowered my head and put the golden ring on my thumb with some difficulty: "My mother still-"

When he looked up again, there was no one in the tomb. chaptere