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Que Ling's stone eyes seemed to be shining slightly.

"What?"

Lao Tie was stunned, as if he heard something.

"I?"

He raised his head slightly and looked at the bird spirit, and stood there for a long time.

"What's happening here?"

Liefengjian looked at Lao Tie's back and frowned slightly.

"Is he pretending, or did he really hear something?"

In the eyes of others, the bird spirit still looks like a stone sculpture, without any change.

"Did he really get the approval of Que Ling?"

"Why?"

"Our swordsmanship is obviously better than his."

"What's the difference?"

They could never figure it out.

Lao Tie finally came back to his senses, his eyes became bright and clear, like the water of Queling Pond.

"yes."

"Que Ling, I understand."

He bowed deeply to the bird spirit statue.

"Have you really been recognized by Que Ling?" The landlady stepped forward and asked hesitantly.

The eyes of these people were all focused on his back.

Lao Tie paused for a moment, then slowly turned around and looked at everyone calmly.

Everyone was nervously looking forward to his answer.

"Actually, the bird spirit has been protecting each of us."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's always been here, we just lost track of it."

"what are you talking about?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Just pretend, keep it secret!"

"None of us saw anything, heard nothing."

"Forget it, leave him alone."

"The important thing is, what do we do next?"

"I won't leave, I'll stay here! I want the bird spirit to see my sincerity, just in case it opens its eyes one day!" Someone sat down.

"I'm not leaving either!"

"That's right, we worked so hard to find the bird spirit. How could we just give up like this?"

"Even if I die, I will die here!"

Everyone was stubborn and refused to leave, and some even ran to kneel down in front of the bird spirit again and try again.

Lao Tie sighed slightly.

"Lao Tie, I'm also curious, did you communicate with the bird spirit just now?" I walked over and asked in a low voice.

Lao Tie looked at me with complicated eyes before saying, "Brother Li, I know who you are."

"Huh? Who am I?"

He didn't answer directly, but glanced at the black umbrella in my hand.

What does it have to do with the black umbrella?

I suddenly remembered that when I pulled out the long sword from the umbrella scabbard, the remaining swords in the secret pavilion reacted very violently.

It seems that the long sword has a grudge against these broken swords.

And here is the world of Jianzhong.

The bird spirit is the core of the Sword Tomb.

So, it was the bird spirit that saw the existence of the sword soul?

But from the look of Lao Tie, I don’t think he wants to fight.

So, I asked: "What are you going to do now?"

"Wherever you come from, you will return there." Lao Tie smiled.

"Are you going back? Why don't you stay and become a swordsman or something?" I was a little surprised.

"There is no sword god at all. Only by not being obsessed can we be free." Lao Tie let out a long breath, as if his whole body was relaxed.

"After being trapped here for so many years, it's time to let go."

Then, he glanced at the long knife in my hand.

"He is the same."

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly to me, turned around, walked towards the clear pond, and waded into the water.

The pool water soaked his feet and upper body bit by bit.

Finally, Lao Tie's figure disappeared.

All that was left in the water was a rough scrap iron sword.

"Old man?"

I stared at the sword blankly.

For a moment, I had a lot of thoughts in my mind, but it was also a bit confusing.

When I turned around and looked at the others, they had all disappeared.

What was left were broken swords stuck sideways in the soil.

"It turns out that you are all sword spirits."

I looked up into the distance.

There are countless such broken swords buried in the yellow sand desert outside the oasis.

Sword Tomb, Sword Tomb.

This is the meaning of Sword Tomb.

The burial place of countless sword spirits.

They are swordsmen in front of them, and their souls are still obsessed with the sword after death, never forgetting to pursue the best in the world.

Lao Tie must have been enlightened by Que Ling because he let go of his obsession.

This is good for him.

But how can I get the power of the bird spirit?

I put away my thoughts and walked to the stone statue of Que Ling.

After thinking for a while, I raised the black umbrella in my hand and said, "I don't know what grudge this knife has against you, but after all, it's all in the past."

"Actually, we can be friends, like Qinglong and Baihu."

After waiting for a while, the bird spirit finally moved slightly.

His head slowly lowered, and there was a glimmer of light in his stone eyes.

It looked at me for a moment.

"I've been waiting for someone for a long time." The old figure came out from the stone statue.

"Oh? Who? It can't be me, right?" I raised my eyebrows.

"If you can eliminate their obsession, you will be the one we are waiting for."

After saying this, the stone statue of Suzaku returned to its original state.

"Their obsession?" I thought about it, "You're talking about those sword spirits, right?"

Looking at the broken swords, I felt a little embarrassed.

"Their obsession is to become the best swordsman in the world. There can only be one number one, but it can't help them all."

"Then there's no other way."

I raised the black umbrella in my hand.

"Eliminate their illusions and stop them from being number one in the world."

Use your fingers to push the sheath open a gap.

The fierce evil spirit immediately surged out, and he bared his teeth and claws toward the surroundings arrogantly.

As if to announce - I'm here!

Buzz buzz——

The broken sword stuck in the soil immediately began to tremble.

Buzz buzz——

As the scabbard was completely opened, the sound of the broken sword trembling spread out in circles, and finally, the entire desert seemed to be trembling.

The response was huge.

Not to be outdone, the long knife trembled in my hand as if it had been electrocuted.

Wave after wave of evil energy condensed into a tall and majestic human figure.

Blade Soul!

This guy is finally out!

He looked at the broken swords around him fiercely, with deep contempt and arrogance on his ferocious face.

It seemed that in his eyes, those sword spirits were little sticks that were vulnerable to a single blow.

However, at this time, he was like the god in Aladdin's lamp. His body came out, but his feet were still trapped in the long knife.

If you want to get rid of it completely, you have to get through me.

"Give me back the Demon Suppressing Knife!" He turned his head, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone, as if he was ordering me.

"It turns out it's called the Demon-Suppressing Knife. It's a good name. I like it." I smiled slightly. "The knife is in my hand. It's mine. What do you mean by returning it to you?"

Daohun's expression suddenly twisted, and he rushed in front of me with a bang.

"I have helped you many times and even taught you sword skills. Are you still greedy?"

"You're the one who's greedy, right? It's obvious that I helped absorb a lot of evil spirits, so you are in the shape you are today. Is this the way you treat your benefactor?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"You!" The sword soul was angry, but it was controlled by me. No matter how angry it was, there was nothing he could do. He gritted his teeth and looked at me.

"What terms do you want?"

"Simple and simple!" I smiled and took out a piece of yellowed paper from the Qiankun bag, "Sign and pledge your signature on this agreement!"