Chapter 311: Refining sword spirit

Chapter 311 Refining Sword Spirit
"Sword?" The old man was taken aback, shook his head, and said, "I don't know."
The sword spirit laughed and said loudly, "It's the Scarlet Eyed Sword!"
His voice was loud, as if he was deliberately trying to be heard by others, and everyone around him stopped the movement at hand, then turned his head and looked at him blankly.
The old man was taken aback, and quickly covered the sword spirit's mouth, and said: "Young man, this is unspeakable. If you say it, it will be beaten!"
Beaten up?
"Why?" Sword Spirit was unclear: "The Chi Tong Sword killed Xiang Yu. It should be regarded as a divine sword, so that people can praise it every day. Why can't it be said?
"Excalibur?"
"Hahahaha!"
A roar of laughter burst out all around.
I saw a young man in his twenties saying: "The Scarlet Eye Sword is an evil thing. You said he is an Excalibur? It's really ridiculous! Boy, are you afraid that you are not a local?"
Evil thing?
Hearing these two words, Sword Spirit finally couldn't stand it anymore. He slapped the table with a "bang", stood up, and said, "What evil? You rotten man! The Scarlet Eyed Sword killed Xiang Yu for the Han Dynasty. Killing a thief, why would it become an evil thing?"
"He killed Xiang Yu, but he also killed Young Master Qin!" the other person sneered.
The son of Qin, the first swordsman in the Qin Dynasty, was also the last master of the Chitong Sword.
With one hand, the red-eye swordsmanship made the world stunning, but such a master finally died under his own sword, making countless people sigh.
Jian Ling's face paled slightly, and he said: "The King Qin is cruel, the son Qin Zhuzhou is tortured, and the Scarlet Eye Sword has to kill him! He is for the Li people!"
"Hahahaha!"
Hearing this, everyone laughed more happily.
Everyone looked at this young man, their eyes showed the color of watching the play, as if in the dark, the sword spirit had been regarded as alien by them.
The whole teahouse is full of happy atmosphere.
"You said the sword is for the people of the world? It's ridiculous!"
"What can a sword know? No matter how powerful it is, it's just a pile of broken copper and iron!"
Everyone sneered.
"This Scarlet Eyed Sword is an evil thing. Whoever touches it will die. Young Master Qin will die if she touches it, and Xiang Yu will die if she touches it!"
"Yes, fortunately, General Han threw this sword away, otherwise it will fall into our Han Dynasty. I really don't know what will happen."
"This kind of evil thing, let's just destroy it!"
"That's it."
...
Voices came from all around, Jian Ling's face turned pale, and the whole body trembled. Those faces, all the people he had protected, cursed him at this moment.
Evil!
The store came over, looked at the sword spirit, and said coldly: "Young man, if you say such unlucky things in my store, I will let you leave!"
Hearing this, Sword Spirit shook his whole body, yelled "Ah", and ran away from the shop like a demon.
Everyone was taken aback for a while, looking at the sword spirit that was going away, they all shook their heads, their eyes showing contempt.
"madman!"
...
The sword spirit went mad, and kept stepping away and ran away. Everything in the past seemed to have become fragmented with the words of the talent.
An anger and grief filled the heart of Jian Ling.
He didn't know how long he ran, maybe tired, and leaned against a tree to rest.
It's just that the anger is still hard to calm down.
But he knew that the Han Dynasty couldn't go back, and no one would miss him anymore.
I don't know how long it has passed before, Jian Ling returned to the Wuhe River, looking at the vast mist of the river, for the first time there was a lonely look in his heart.
The blood stains from Xiang Yu's self-caught had also been washed away by the river water, and there was no trace of it.
I don't know how many years have passed, when a middle-aged man suddenly walked in from a distance. He glanced at the sword stuck on the ground, picked up his hands, and uttered two words:
"Good sword!"
The blade buzzed, as if responding to his voice.
But in the buzzing, there is no longer the happiness before, and it becomes very melancholy.
The man was stunned for a moment and smiled: "I am the Sword Saint of Beimang, and I want to cross Jiangdong to find my relatives. Since you and I are destined, you will follow me from now on."
Sword Saint Beiman said, inserting the sword around his waist.
Gradually disappeared into the distance.
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The memory ends here abruptly.
Jian Ling finally understood that he was not Han Xin, nor Xiang Yu, he was just a spirit body in a sword.
Yang Chen sighed, and silently retracted his finger, looking at the sword spirit in front of him, his eyes could not help showing sympathy.
This memory finally made the sword spirit completely free, and the last trace of obsession in his heart was also quietly unaffected.
"Thank you, Master, for letting me put down my obsession." Two lines of tears flowed down Jian Ling's eyes.
A deep bow to Yang Chen.
At this moment, he finally cried.
"Don't you want to take revenge?" Yang Chen asked: "Han Xin abandoned you, the Han Dynasty abandoned you, you don't intend to seek justice for yourself?"
"No." Jian Ling shook his head and said: "For these years, I have been calling myself Han Xin and treating myself as a general. But after being a general for a long time, I have gradually been able to understand Han Xin's difficulties. I give up."
The sword spirit sighed and said, "Now, there is no need for sword spirit in this world..."
Sword Spirit said, his voice getting weaker and weaker.
The sorrow in his eyes gradually became confused, until in the end, the sword spirit finally completely dissipated in the world, leaving only one spirit body without thinking.
Yang Chen was silent for a while, walked forward, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on the head of the spirit body.
That spirit body was directly sucked into the palm by Yang Chen.
A turbulent energy also rushed out from Yang Chen's palm, and gradually swept across his limbs. This energy was extremely pure, and even entrained a sharp taste, and Yang Chen's flesh and blood felt a bit stinging wherever he went.
He took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged, refining this energy silently.
This energy, after all, is the power of a sword that has existed for tens of thousands of years. How easy is it to refine it?
Time also passed by one minute and one second.
Mu Lingyun walked back and forth in the cave, looking at Yang Chen who was sitting still like an old monk, her eyes could not help showing impatience and dissatisfaction.
Three hours have passed, but Yang Chen still shows no signs of awakening.
But his breath is constantly strengthening.
Mu Lingyun suddenly felt that she was at a loss. If she knew she would not bring this guy here, otherwise this sword spirit would be in her pocket.
Thinking of this, Mu Lingyun sighed, looking at Yang Chen's eyes, also showing resentment.