"Father!!"

To be honest, Lin Ning was a little envious when he looked at Hou Yuchun's screams with exhaustion.

Even in his previous life, neither he nor his father had such an extroverted relationship.

The Chinese father and son always seem to be deeper.

Unfortunately, Hou Yuchun's hissing did not increase the silver-white sword energy in the valley, but seemed to become increasingly darker as the sky became darker and dimmer.

Perhaps, when this valley completely restores peace, it is the time when the old sword martyr of the Heavenly Sword Marquis will be martyred by thousands of people.

Lin Ning was also in a heavy mood. He asked Jiang Taixu beside him, "Brother Jiang, winter is coming, and the grain and rice gap in the village is very large. If I destroy some evil families and start some killings at this time, will it make you embarrassed?"

Jiang Taixu's expression changed when he heard this and hurriedly advised: "Lin Langjun, don't kill people, especially for the destruction of the family. It is too taboo, and it is related to the majesty of the court. Even if I do not quell the anger of Linzi, Lin Langjun, the court will never tolerate Qingyunzhai killing aristocratic families, and Jixia Academy cannot allow this method."

If we can kill so roughly, why should we bother to arrange some families that need to be eliminated and consumed in the war?

The aristocratic families are not only the foundation of the three dynasties, but also the foundation of the three holy places.

Whoever dares to act rashly on the world is to dig out the foundation of the holy land!

Hearing this, Lin Ning smacked his lips and returned to the point of saying a solemn voice: "Brother Jiang, are you really not able to help the old marquis? I, Qingyun Village, are you willing to pay any price to save the old marquis. Even if he cannot achieve the holy path, as long as he can survive."

The sword saint thousands of years ago was able to resist the martial saint as a master. Hou Wanqian's sword saint was already better than the blue. Even if he could not become a martial saint, he could still cover up most of the storms for Qingyun Village.

Jiang Taixu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The only way to move forward is to never go halfway. It is still the crux of the problem. Unless the obsession in Hou Wanqian's heart is shaken, even if the Master comes in person, he will be powerless. The way to the holy path can only depend on himself."

But Xingyue Bodhisattva suddenly said, "Since the layman Tianjian misses his deceased wife, why not write a poem? If he can touch the heart of the layman Tianjian and wake him up from the trouble, there is hope. After all, the martial arts practice of Lord Tianjian is enough to become a saint. Look, the layman Tianjian is obviously immersed in past memories and unwilling to wake up, and would rather give up the holy path... If there are poems that shock him and understand that this person has passed away, I think it will be useful."

As he said that, the Star Moon Bodhisattva looked at Lin Ning.

Huang Hong'er is also average.

Dongfang Yiren and Master Fake were inexplicably surprised. Hou Yuchun looked around and understood something immediately. He stepped forward and grabbed Lin Ning's arm, and choked and said, "Brother Lin!!"

Lin Ning blinked, looked at Hou Yuchun, then looked at Xingyue Bodhisattva, and said unpredictably: "Is it true or false?"

Bodhisattva Xingyue shook his head and said, "Apart from this method, I don't know other methods. How difficult is the road to the holy path..."

Lin Ning looked at Jiang Taixu again. Jiang Taixu hesitated for a while and nodded slowly and said, "It's indeed a way. If it can really awaken Hou Wanqian... there is still hope."

After hearing this, Lin Ning got rid of Hou Yuchun's arms and looked at Tian Wuniang.

But this time, it took a little longer...

Hou Yuchun was already anxious. How bad it was to see this scene, but she didn't dare to force her.

Fortunately, before waiting for too long, Lin Ning stepped forward and gently hugged Tian Wuniang. When Tian Wuniang felt a little embarrassed, she turned around and protected her behind her, and then started the "Miscellaneous Method of Moving Souls", and in a very deep voice, he recited loudly to Hou Wanqian in the valley:

"Ten years of life and death are inseparable, and if you don't think about it, you will never forget it."

"A lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we will not recognize each other, and our faces are covered with dust and our temples are as frost."

At the first sentence, Xingyue Bodhisattva and Jiang Taixu were greatly shocked.

Both of them are well-read poets and books, so they can naturally understand the profound meaning of each of these thirteen words.

But in the valley, Hou Wanqian did not have any obvious movement and still closed his eyes.

However, when the second sentence was recited, Xingyue Bodhisattva, Dongfang Yiren, and Huang Honger even shed tears, and even Jiang Taixu looked sad, the Hou Wanqian of the Valley finally moved and his body trembled significantly.

How does this poem match him?!

Jiang Taixu looked at Hou Wanqian's temples in a little horrified manner, and then looked at Lin Ning.

Lin Ning had always said that his poems were taught by heaven and man, not by him, and Jiang Taixu originally believed them.

But how should we explain today's poems?

Could it be that the heavenly beings are in Lin Ning’s mind at this moment, teaching him to write lyrics?

"I came to Youmeng and suddenly returned home. The small window was dressing up. I looked at each other without saying a word, but only tears flowed."

"I guess the heartbreaking place every year is in the bright moonlit night, and the short pine hills."

The second half of the verse was recited loudly by Lin Ning in a sad voice. He heard Dongfang Yiren crying loudly and exclaim loudly: "Look, the old marquis is crying!"

Needless to say, everyone can see that Hou Wanqian’s handsome face is not just a thousand tears?

The silver-white sword element that had already faded was flourishing again at this time.

While wiping away the tears on his face, Star Moon Bodhisattva quickly reminded Lin Ning: "Recite it again, hurry up."

Lin Ning did not refuse and started chanting loudly again.

As his first sentence "Ten years of life and death are in vain", countless silver-white sword elements in the valley began to slowly float up, even the grass, trees, sand and stones rose.

When Lin Ning finished reciting the second time, thousands of swords filled the sky above the entire valley.

When Lin Ning only thought it was spectacular, Tian Wuniang, Xingyue Bodhisattva and Jiang Taixu all changed their faces!

Lin Ning and Hou Yuchun were frightened, thinking that something had happened again.

Then Dongfang Yiren said, "The old marquis has begun to become a saint. There is endless sorrow in this sword. Most of the other martial saints have cut off their love and entered the Tao, but the old marquis entered the Tao with a sword of sorrow. He entered the saint with a great affection. After becoming a saint, who can stop this sorrow?"

Not only Jiang Taixu has an understanding of the holy path, Dongfang Yiren is actually an authentic second-generation saint.

As Dongfang Yiren finished speaking, Lin Ning, Hou Yuchun and Master Fake were also stunned. Great sorrow surged into his heart in an instant and could not resist it.

Tears flowed down involuntarily, Lin Ning remembered his parents and relatives in his previous life. His heartbreak was almost uncontrollable, which made him go straight to the road of depression, forcing Lin Ning to call out the "Dao of Heaven"...

It took a full 500 points of merit to transform the threat brought by the aftermath of the Martial Saint. After Lin Ning recovered from his emotions, he saw that although Tian Wuniang and Huang Honger were both crying, they were not lost. He breathed a sigh of relief and the others asked for blessings.

Countless sword elements, which are transformed into plants, trees, sand and stones, gathered into an extremely huge giant sword above the valley.

The sword is so powerful!!

It was the real sword power that shocked the sky. Lin Ning saw it with his own eyes. The sword was towards the sky, and even the dark clouds above the valley slowly dispersed.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a thunder exploded, and the sadness in the sky dissipated. Everyone woke up and saw a lightning bolt that had broken through the sky, and the tail slashed hard on the giant sword.

For a moment, the grass and sand and stones exploded.

Before everyone could watch Hou Wanqian's situation, they kept striking several lightning and thunder, hitting the giant sword, with amazing power!

The giant sword was originally composed of grass, trees, mountains and stones. At this moment, the cracks of grass that were bombarded turned into ashes, sand and stones became slurry, and the body size continued to shrink. In the end, it shrank from a giant sword that was originally ten feet high into a short blade that was only three feet tall.

However, when the three-foot short front was short, the lightning and thunder thunder would no longer shrink. Not only did it no longer shrink, but it would spread more and more silver-white light as time spread.

And in the silver-white sword aura, a purple color gradually appeared...

"Ten years, life and death, two are vast."

"Not thinking..."

"I can't forget it..."

Some hoarse voices came from the valley. Although the sound was light, every word seemed to ring in people's hearts.

At this moment, the three-foot short edge suddenly had a purple light, and formed a huge sword energy, breaking through the sky.

For a moment, it seemed as if there was only a purple giant sword between heaven and earth!

Ten miles apart, dark clouds dissipate, thunder and lightning disappear, and a clear sky appears.

However, endless sorrow came again. In the world, all living beings were surrounded by deep sorrow.

Qingyun Village and Seven Great Camps were crying.

Even in the mountains and jungles, there are wolves howling, tigers and bears roaring, and strong winds...

It was not until the purple sword that was reaching the sky and the earth slowly faded away and regained into a simple and unpretentious stone sword that peace was restored between heaven and earth.

Everyone saw Hou Wanqian step by step out of the thatched cottage and come in the air.

"Father!!"

Hou Yuchun's mood has been ups and downs several times today. At this moment, the tears on her face have not dried up. She stepped forward and knelt down to pay tribute.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but if he involves a close relative, who can remain indifferent?

Hou Wanqian nodded slightly, and an invisible force pushed Hou Yuchun and stood up.

However, Hou Wanqian did not say anything to him, but walked to Lin Ning and bowed slowly.

Lin Ning didn't feel anything. Don't care what you are. I saved you just now. If you bow to me, what's wrong?

But everyone else was surprised. Throughout history, have there been saints worshipping mortals?

Hou Wanqian stood up again after a favor, looking a little more handsome than before, which made Lin Ning slightly dissatisfied.

Hou Wanqian said sadly: "I thought I would only save you once in this life, but I didn't expect that even the holy path was awakened by you. This kind of grace is so great that I don't know how to repay..."

Lin Ning was shocked when he heard this and said, "Old Marquis, you don't thank you for your kindness. You are so grateful that you are so grateful. You don't want to kill me, do you?"

Everyone was stunned. Hou Wanqian smiled slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, pondered for a while, and then gently stretched out his hand, and the stone sword in the valley arrived instantly.

Hou Wanqian held the stone sword and said lightly: "This sword is my holy path sword. I am the only one in the world who enters the Tao with swords in ancient and modern times. This sword is worthy of the world's number one sword. I will pass it to you, how about it?"

Lin Ning was moved immediately when he heard this.

Although he doesn't use a sword, Tian Wuniang uses a sword.
To be continued...