Under the guidance of Fu Wangxuan, Luo Feiyu walked through the lobby of Tingyu Sect and came to a dark corridor.

Fu Wangxuan walked to a door and said, "Drop off your sword."

"What?" Luo Feiyu immediately tensed his whole body.

"Drop off your broken sword and go in with the tears sword." Fu Wangxuan placed Qingshan Chaoxia on the ground.

Luo Feiyu immediately became a little alert in his heart. Could it be that the Sect Master Fu is still thief-hearted and wants to have the idea of ​​tears of sadness? Could it be that there is something wrong with this room? However, before he could think about it, Fu Wangxuan said, "She doesn't like things that are too resentful."

After saying that, he gently pushed open the door.

Luo Feiyu was immediately attracted by the smell of sandalwood, so he looked into the room and opened his eyes wide, "This person is!"

The room was very small, so you could see the scroll hanging at the end at a glance. On the scroll was a woman in white hat, wearing a white sword, smiling with a flower. Fu Wangxuan took a look at the portrait and walked in.

Luo Feiyu blurted out and said, "I have seen the person on the scroll."

"Have you seen it?" Fu Wangxuan stopped.

"At that time, she returned to Junshan and dealt with those people in the Qingjian Hall, creating an opportunity for me to be wronged." Luo Feiyu's words were full of guilt, "It's a pity that I finally let down too many people."

"It seems that she still couldn't let go of this chaotic world in her heart." Fu Wangxuan looked at the scroll, "But if she heard your words, she would definitely say something to you."

"What do you mean?" Luo Feiyu asked.

"In life, you cannot live up to yourself."

The tone is low, like chanting the words of an old friend.

It seems that the Master Fu and the old master Gongsun have been familiar with each other for a long time, but how can a demon know the righteous path? Luo Feiyu was about to ask, but Fu Wangxuan spoke first.

"Do you know, why did I take the sword in your hand?"

"Because this is your father's sword, it should be passed on by you. Not me, an outsider." Luo Feiyu looked at Juechen and tears of sadness.

Fu Wangxuan smiled as soon as he heard this, "My father was a sword-giving man in the village when he was young. If he wanted to give someone a sword, the man must exchange it with equivalent things in the future. If that man unfortunately dies in the world, he will be given the sword to others. I know more than anyone else. Did he offer the conditions before giving you this sword?"

"He said, if I could do what I wanted to do, I would go back to Gushan and tell him my story." Luo Feiyu nodded.

"I am alone and will lose consciousness when I start killing. There is no story in my mind except for the face of this woman." Fu Wangxuan looked at the scroll and smiled stiffly, "So, I cannot get this sword from the old man's hand, so I have to trap him and my mother in Gushan, and send my disciples to guard it day and night, trying to force him to hand over the sword."

"Why do you want to get this sword? Your Qingshan Chaoxia is also on the list, even if it is a...a sword of killing."

"Because, there are tears in your sword." Fu Wangxuan said slowly, "It's still a sword without a sharp edge."

"Tear!" Luo Feiyu suddenly remembered the legend about this sword that Fu Xiang told him, and was shocked. Could it be that this devil was overwhelmed with murder and changed his mind and nature, and he had already developed a celestial fetish or a tear fetish?

"Did that old man also lied to you that this sword was condensed from the tears of the fairy?" Fu Wangxuan was helpless.

"How do you know?" Luo Feiyu was shocked again.

"Because when I was crying when I was young, he smiled and scared me, saying, If I cried again, the fairy would be unhappy, and the tears on the sword would turn into a flood of dams and swallow me up." Fu Wangxuan's words contained a little unhappy, "In fact, this sword was condensed from the tears of sword masters of all generations. They condensed their understanding on that tear and merged with the sword."

"There is such a wonderful sword?" Luo Feiyu glanced at the sword in his hand, full of disbelief.

"It's just such a wonderful sword." Fu Wangxuan felt his doubts and pointed to the scroll, "Because she was the master of this sword."

Luo Feiyu still hadn't stepped into the door, "The sword weapon building Jiangmo sword has been passed down from generation to generation, how can it hold Juechen?"

"When the old man used to take this sword out of credit, he made it clear that the credit period was three years, and he would have to return the sword to the original owner in three years. Seven years ago, she borrowed this sword from the old man." Fu Wangxuan said quietly.

"Seven years ago..." Luo Feiyu pondered for a moment and said in surprise: "Isn't it the year when Shi Lian took the post as the owner in advance?"

"That's why I was so eager to think of this sword, and I wanted to understand why she left the building back then." Fu Wangxuan lowered his head slightly.

"Since that's the case." Luo Feiyu handed over the sword, "I'll use it for you."

"No need." Fu Wangxuan shook his head.

Luo Feiyu was stunned, and his hand holding the sword stopped in the air.

"When you get famous with this sword, I think I should be able to understand the answer I want." Fu Wangxuan came to the portrait and smiled heavily.

"Yeah." Luo Feiyu then clearly realized that over the past twenty-two years, too many people in the world have been getting older.

For example, my senior sister I met in Gusu at that time, that is, Liu Zangyue, who returned from the East China Sea.

It is like the old master Gongsun who doesn’t know where to come from and where to go.

Also, the old man watching the sunset in the desert...

"Old man has told you how many years have you borrowed this sword?" Fu Wangxuan asked suddenly.

"Never." Luo Feiyu shook his head.

"It seems that he has made up his mind to entrust this sword to you."

"I wonder what the deep meaning of that old man... the senior entrusted this sword?" Luo Feiyu forced the "old man" who blurted out.

"I don't know, but I know another thing--he once gave this sword to someone with credit."

"who?"

"Looking for the Immortals. The owner of the Burial Sword Villa back then." Fu Wangxuan said, "This is what I want to tell you."

"I understand." Luo Feiyu nodded. Then he saw Fu Wangxuan looking at the portrait affectionately, and couldn't bear to disturb him anymore, so he raised his sword and prepared to leave.

But when he walked a short distance, he stopped.

"Actually, I have something to do, please give it to you."

"She once told me that she was just a heroic person who could only solve the temporary difficulties, but could not bring eternal peace. This is not the world she wanted to see. So, I hope you and... that little poster can work together to change this world."

"And on the road to changing this world, I hope you can protect her."

"Understood."

Luo Feiyu replied again and left.
Chapter completed!