Chapter 1700: ？

"Uh...every time I come to Jian Tomb, I feel uncomfortable... There is obviously no ice in this place, why is it so cold?"
In front of the sword tomb gate, Lin Shu complained while hugging his arms.
"Every time? You have never been here except when you worship the ancestors every year, right?" I directly pierced his big words.
I didn't feel cold. If it was the younger brother, it might have something to do with his spiritual root attribute being "sword".
"It's that'every time'," the stupid brother Gu left and right said to it: "You can comprehend the knack of swordsmanship by observing the sword left by the predecessors... it sounds impossible."
"At least among the ancestors of the Lin family, there are not a few people who have learned from this, and this is also a half clan ancestral hall. Don't lose the etiquette-Sophie, go knock on the door."
"Okay, miss."
Sophie confirmed that my wheelchair would not slip away, and ran to the one-foot-high bronze gate, and pulled down a geared handle.
Afterwards, a dull voice similar to that of Zhong Qing sounded on the door.
咚—咚—
Afterwards, the bronze gate slowly opened outward.
No matter how many times you look at it, these Mohist institutions are amazing.
This sword mound where the Lin family's sword repaired swords was stored in the past was naturally not built by the ancestors of the Lin family. Even if it was built, he could only put his own abandoned sword, which was a bit arrogant.
According to family records, the sword tomb was built about a hundred years after the resurrection of the spiritual energy, which coincided with the turbulent times of dynasties. At that time, the mortal court was not as complete as it is now. Many monks who have gained power look very much. The ridiculous purpose is to devote themselves to the various forces fighting for power, and there is a storm in the arena.
The Lin family had no intention of chasing the deer, but they knew that the people were suffering. During the troubled times, they devoted themselves to protecting the mortals around Qingcheng Mountain for hundreds of miles from the war. Before the troubled times ended, a total of more than one hundred clan masters died because of this. The generation's paternal family then erected a sword tomb as a tribute. And for the purpose of alerting future generations, as for the reference to the weapons of the predecessors to obtain the insight of swordsmanship, it is an act that only appeared several generations later.
I guess, it was probably something that some "stupid brother" sneaked in and played with.
"Miss Lin, Master Lin, and Miss Sophie." After the bronze door was fully opened, an old man walked out of it. He had gray hair, no beard, tall, lanky face, and his appearance was as sharp as a knife. We gave a hand and didn't say much.
The old man's name was Wang Yue, a friend he made when his grandfather traveled the rivers and lakes when he was young, and he was said to have the name of a "sword saint".
Is this supposed to be bragging? Who can be called a "holy", why would he guard the grave of a sword repair family who is not top-notch, even the upper class?
Oh, it's not the tomb but the sword grave.
"Old Wang." "Old Wang~" "Grandpa Wang~"
…The stupid brother’s owe-beating problem can’t be changed.
"..." Wang Yue glanced at me, then at his stupid brother, and finally touched Sophie's head, who had passed by, and walked out over us: "Go in."
"Hey~ Pharaoh, where are you going?"
"Go where."
"Um... still nagging as always..."
You can shut up.

"...The good mother-in-law knows that the young master's injury is no longer a problem, and the young lady is no longer a serious problem. This time, at the request of the master, I will go down the mountain and see you before leaving..."
Sophie was talking about a purple soft 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 crape myrtle, beloved by wife Li Hongye-Lin Yuanshanli]
The reason for the establishment of the Sword Tomb is that the people of the tribe cannot see the corpse, so they can only stand the tomb, but as a sword repairer, the sword tomb is the right way to replace it.
According to his father, he chased and killed the traitor Ding Xiadong that day, but the other party had already prepared and invited the "Xuanming Second Grandma" who was also an evil cultivator to ambush in an ambush. His father went undetected and was severely injured and fled back to Qingcheng Mountain At that time, the medicine stone was helpless, and in desperation, the mother used "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" to rescue his father, but she died.
In the literal sense of "fragrant jade perish", when his father woke up that day, except for this soft sword of crape myrtle, which never left his body, there was no trace of his mother.
Only then did he understand why the Beiming Divine Art explicitly prohibits the transfer of the injuries of the mortal person. He thought it would be a substitute for death, but he did not expect the consequences to be more severe.
Perhaps because of this, he was so upset when I rescued the stupid brother with the subordinate spell "Li Dai Tao Zang" of "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi".
As a surgeon and receiver, I don’t really have any opinion. Maybe he was very painful when I was injured on my younger brother, but after the transfer, I was paralyzed and felt nothing. Apart from the need to adapt to a life where I can’t take care of myself, it’s obviously a profit. .
what? genius? Whoever loves that kind of fancy name takes it.
"Miss, master, shall we go back?" Sophie turned around and said after she finished talking.
"You go back first, I want to be alone with my mother for a while." I shook my head.
"How can it work? Miss, you can't leave people around you," Sophie paused: "I'll wait for the young lady outside, Master, you can go back first."
"I...can wait too!" Lin Shu shuddered and said pretentiously.
The two of them told me again, exited the tomb together, and headed to the gate of the sword grave.
"..." After waiting for a while, I looked at the corner of the tomb: "Old Wang?"
"The Li family girl is right, you are really talented," a secret door opened on the side of the tomb, and Wang Yue, who had already left, walked out from it: "She said, if one day you use Li Daitao, transfer flowers and trees, or empty wood burial Flowers, let me give this to you."
"... Mother left for me?"
My mother "passed away" three years ago. If there are any relics, they should be taken out at that time, unless...
"This is the'Xiaoyao faction's'hand finger', and holding it is the'Xiaoyao faction's head'," Wang Yue approached and put a golden jewel-encrusted finger on my hand: "She said, If there is a chance to go to the Tianshan Mountains, I will apologize to Master Li Qiushui for her ranking, so that Xiaoyao will be sent to her to interrupt the matter."
I’ve never heard of this "Perhaps", and...
"If there is a chance?" I looked down at the wheelchair under me.
"It's okay," Wang Yue shook his head: "The "Xiaoyao Sect"'s ‘wedding dress magical skill’ originally emphasized not breaking and standing, breaking and then standing, first standing and then breaking, then breaking and then standing, this degree is just ordinary."
"...How many times can it be done?" I was a little frustrated when I heard the piles of "broken" and "standing".
"At least nine times, as many as forty-two times, depending on the degree of breakage." Wang Yue rushed to the wheelchair and gestured: "This is counted as one of the nine times."
"Okay," I sighed, lowered my head and put my golden finger on my thumb with a little effort: "My mother still—"
When he looked up again, there was no one in the tomb.