Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 311 Refining Sword Spirit

"Sword?" The old man was slightly taken aback, shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

The sword spirit laughed, and said loudly: "It's the Chitong Sword!"

His voice was very loud, as if he wanted others to hear it on purpose, the people around him stopped what they were doing, then turned their heads and stared at him blankly.

The old man was taken aback, quickly covered the sword spirit's mouth, and said: "Young man, you can't say such a thing, if you say it, you will be beaten!"

Beaten?

"Why?" The sword spirit didn't understand, so: "The Chitong sword killed Xiang Yu, it should be regarded as a divine sword, and people will praise it every day. Why can't it be said?"

"Excalibur?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter around.

I saw a young man in his twenties saying: "The Chitong Sword is an evil thing, and you call it a divine sword? How ridiculous! Young man, you are not from the local area, are you?"

Evil?

Hearing these two words, the sword spirit finally couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed the table down, stood up, and said, "What evil thing? You rotten scholar! The red pupil sword killed Xiang Yu and served the Han Dynasty. Killing a thief, why would it become an evil thing?"

"He killed Xiang Yu, but he also killed Young Master Qin!" Another person said with a sneer.

Young Master Qin, the number one swordsman in the Qin Dynasty and the previous owner of the Chitong Sword.

The red pupil swordsmanship in one hand amazed the world, but such a master died by his own sword in the end, which made countless people sigh.

Jian Ling's face paled slightly, and he said: "The king of Qin is extremely cruel, son Qin assists Zhou in his abuse, and the Chitong sword killed him as a last resort! He is doing it for the common people of Li!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed even more happily.

Everyone looked at this young man with the color of watching a show in their eyes, as if somewhere in the dark, the sword spirit had been regarded as a different person by them.

The whole teahouse is full of happy atmosphere.

"You say 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 scrap metal!"

Everyone sneered.

"This red pupil sword is an evil thing. Whoever touches it will die. Young Master Qin will die if he touches it, and Xiang Yu will die if he touches it!"

"That's right, it's fortunate that General Han threw away this sword, otherwise it would fall to our Han Dynasty. I really don't know what will happen."

"This kind of evil thing should be destroyed directly!"

"That's it."

...

One after another voices came from the surroundings, and Jian Ling's face turned pale, and his whole body trembled. All the faces, all the people he once protected are cursing him at this moment.

Evil!

The store owner came over, looked at the sword spirit, and said coldly: "Young man, if you say such unlucky words in my store again, I will let you leave!"

Hearing these words, Jian Ling was shocked all over, shouted "ah", and ran away from the shop as if possessed by a demon.

Everyone was slightly taken aback, looking at the sword spirit going away, they all shook their heads, with contempt in their eyes.

"madman!"

...

The sword spirit seemed to be going crazy, he kept moving his legs, and ran towards the distance. Everything in the past seems to have become fragmented following the words just now.

A kind of anger, as well as grief, filled the sword spirit's heart.

He didn't know how long he had been running, maybe he was tired, so he leaned against a tree to rest.

It's just that anger is still hard to calm down.

But he knew that the Han Dynasty would never go back, and no one would miss him anymore.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sword spirit returned to the Wuhe River, looking at the misty river surface, for the first time, he felt lonely in his heart.

The blood that Xiang Yu committed suicide back then has been washed away by the river water, and there is no trace of it.

I don't know how many years later, a middle-aged man suddenly came from a distance, he glanced at the sword stuck on the ground, picked up his hands, and said two words:

"Good sword!"

The blade hummed, as if in response to his voice.

But amidst the humming, there was no joy like before, and it became extremely sad.

The man froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am the Sword Master of Beiman, and I want to cross Jiangdong to find my relatives. Since you and I are destined, from now on, you will follow me."

Beiman Sword Master said, putting the sword in his waist.

Gradually disappeared into the distance.

...

...

The memory stops here.

The sword spirit finally understood that he was neither Han Xin nor Xiang Yu, he was just a spirit in a sword.

Yang Chen sighed, retracted his fingers silently, looked at the sword spirit in front of him, and couldn't help showing sympathy in his eyes.

This memory finally freed the sword spirit completely, and the last trace of obsession in his heart also quietly disappeared.

"Thank you, master, for letting me let go of my obsession." Two lines of tears flowed from Jian Ling's eyes.

He bowed deeply to Yang Chen.

At this moment, he finally cried out.

"Don't you want to take revenge?" Yang Chen asked: "Han Xin abandoned you, Han Dynasty abandoned you, you don't intend to seek justice for yourself?"

"No." Sword Spirit shook his head and said, "I have always called myself Han Xin and regarded 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."

Sword Spirit sighed, and said: "Now, there is no need for Sword Spirit in this world..."

As the sword spirit spoke, his voice became weaker and weaker.

The melancholy in his eyes also gradually became confused, until finally, the sword spirit finally completely dissipated in the world, leaving only a spirit body without thoughts.

Yang Chen was silent for a moment, stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on the spirit body's head.

The spirit body was directly sucked into Yang Chen's palm.

A surge of energy also surged out from Yang Chen's palm, and gradually swept through his limbs. This energy was so pure that it even had a sharp taste, and wherever it passed, Yang Chen's flesh and blood felt a little tingling.

He took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and silently refined this energy.

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 every minute and every second.

Mu Lingyun walked back and forth in the cave, looking at Yang Chen who was sitting like an old monk, her eyes could not help showing impatience and dissatisfaction.

Three hours had passed, but Yang Chen still showed no sign of waking up.

But his aura is constantly increasing.

Mu Lingyun suddenly felt that she was at a loss, she would not have brought this guy here, otherwise this sword spirit would be in her pocket.

Thinking of this, Mu Lingyun sighed, and looked at Yang Chen with resentment.