"Uncle, you are awake." A woman called softly on the stone steps not far from the old man.

"The frost is like clouds and water, and the tomb falls in the vastness disturbs the world. I just heard the sound of the sword. Time is like a tide, and another year has passed in the world, and I have also slept in this dry tomb for a year." The old man closed his eyes, raised his hand to wipe the dew on his face, and threw it to the ground.

The middle-aged woman was stunned, "Uncle, in recent years, the imperial throne has changed, and vassal kings from all over the country have taken the opportunity to rebel. It has been three years since the last time the Tianque sword sounded."

"Is that true?" The old man is already very old. Time is a very precious thing for an old man like him. But when he heard the middle-aged woman's words, he did not show any loss. Instead, he showed some relief. "I didn't expect that I have been here for another three years."

"Yes." The woman took it with sadness.

"That person's promise period should be coming soon." The old man smiled slightly.

"There is one year left, and it's almost here." The woman slowly walked down the stairs. "But over the past three years, I have sent people out to search for his traces many times, but they all ended in vain. Some people have long said that he is no longer in the Central Plains."

"It seems that every answer is so regrettable." After hearing the woman's answer, the old man was not sad, but smiled casually. It seemed that he hadn't smiled for a long time, and his smile was extremely stiff.

The woman looked at him and smiled for a long time, unable to bear to turn her eyes away, but then she remembered something and looked up and said, "However, there has been no news about him in the world over the past three years."

"Oh?" Dew dripped down the old man's fingertips.

"More than two years ago, a big event happened at the sword sacrifice conference in Liuyue Villa, Gusu—" the woman hesitated for a moment, "A disciple of that man returned to Junshan for him, and in front of the world's Baihao, he was wronged for his wife."

"His apprentice? Is it the gentleman who claims to be romantic or the girl with a bad temper." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Not either, but a young man. He returned with a sword on his back. At the same time, Liu Zangyue, who had been missing in Central China for a long time, also appeared at this conference." The woman said after thinking about it.

The old man suddenly realized, "Oh, it's that boy."

The woman was stunned. The ten thousand swords cave sleeping in the throne, which has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. When the selected person guards the throne, he must sleep day and night, close his eyes and spend a long time before he wakes up, and repeats it over and over again, year after year. Since this is the case, the person guarding the throne should not be able to leave the throne for half a step. But the uncle's reaction made her feel as if she had known this young man. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly spoke: "Uncle, do you know him?"

"This is not, but I heard an old friend talk about it not long ago."

"Not long ago?"

"It was probably just these few days that I saw an old person with white cloth blindfolded to come to my dream." The old man smiled, "And I clearly felt a breath at that time. The man should have come to me and then entered the dream."

The woman's eyes lit up, "Is it because my father is back?"

The old man shook his head, "No."

The woman was disappointed, but soon suddenly realized, "This person is not a father, so he should not be the one in our Wanjian Cave. Since it is not, how could he know where the Wanjian's tomb is?"

"He knew the world a hundred years ago. He had already known it in his heart where there was natural danger and where there was a hinterland. What's more, this small tiny tomb." The old man slowly opened his eyes.

"A hundred years ago?" the woman murmured, thinking.

"The old guy told me that the young man you mentioned just now has stepped into Quandu. We have been encircling the Sword Stone for that man for more than twenty years. It's time for this stone to see the light of day again."

The woman curled her lips stiffly, "Yes."

"Don't blame that person. To put it another way, it was your father who accepted that person as his disciple that he was recognized by the Eastern tribe and that the entire world saw his value. Although your father could not get rid of the name of "abandoned disciple" until his death, if he saw it in the underworld, he would definitely laugh." The old man seemed tired in his eyebrows.

"My father is just missing." The woman shook her head after being silent for a moment.

"You are still as stubborn as you were when you were a child." The old man raised his hand and closed his eyes for himself. "Since the exiled evil, you have been like this. Even if you become the Cave Lord, you have not changed. There is no need to deceive yourself. Your father can be regarded as a kind person, seeking benevolence."

"But what kind of kindness my father wants, what kind of kindness I get!" The woman's tone was very excited.

"I should go to sleep." The old man ignored her. "When the young man saw the stone, I will wake up again. If I can't wake me up, I will use that method to wake me up."

Listen to the Yuzong.

Fu Wangxuan, dressed in blood, slowly opened his eyes. The blood-colored mist that was wandering around him became increasingly surging. The veins on his forehead swelled, as if suppressing something.

A disciple of Tingyu Sect who had a whisk in his arms and eyes were silent suddenly bowed forward, "Sect Master."

"What's the matter?" Fu Wangxuan said in a deep voice.

"The time has come, it's time to use the wine-washing soup." The disciple of Tingyu Sect put down the whisk and picked up a bowl of soup from the ground.

Fu Wangxuan raised his hand to take it, took a sip, but soon let go of his hand and his face changed drastically.

"Sect Master, what's wrong with you?" Tingyu Sect's disciple walked up to him with an expressionless face and asked.

Fu Wangxuan suddenly waved the sword and slashed to the side. The disciples of Tingyu Sect rolled up their right sleeves and wrapped around the morning glow of the green mountains. He also took advantage of the opportunity to retreat five steps away.

"This is clearly wine, are you looking for death?" Fu Wangxuan's pupils were filled with terrifying blood.

"This is indeed wine." The disciple of the Listen Yu Sect replied.

"You know I can't drink." Fu Wangxuan said coldly.

"I know. Sect Master Fu has developed an extremely domineering internal skill, which is derived from your mother's Jianghu. After drinking, he will be very murderous and cannot control himself." Tingyu Sect's disciple said indifferently.

"Who are you?" Fu Wangxuan shouted violently, and held the sword edge of Qingshan Chaoxia with his right hand, trying to suppress his murderousness through pain, but it was useless. He did this just to make the bright red on the sword more bright.

"The world of Fusheng has three thousand faces. I am not me, I am Fusheng, and I am also a human being." The disciple of Tingyu Sect slowly raised his hand, took off an exquisite human skin mask from his face, revealing a woman's face.

This face should look handsome and lively, but it is extremely empty at this moment.

"Die!" Fu Wangxuan walked up with his sword.

"Of course, Sect Master Fu will be asked to kill people, but it's not the time yet."
Chapter completed!