Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 4809 - 4809 Imparting the Sword Dao

4809 Imparting the Sword Dao

Jian Wushuang asked again, “Are you going to continue without a goal?”

Song Wuxin nodded. “That’s right. Keep walking forward until you find it or until you can’t move anymore.”

“Are you not afraid of death?” Cheng Qing asked.

Song Wuxin grinned again. “For people like us, it’s a blessing to be able to live one more day. Life and death are not things we can consider. Besides, sometimes, death is not necessarily a bad thing.”

Cheng Qing immediately shook her head. “See that? Two idiots.”

The two of them appeared extremely ill at ease in front of this group of figures with strength as deep as the abyss. They clutched the corners of their clothes and did not know what to say.

In the end, it was Jian Wushuang who said, “This journey is not as simple as you think. If you can’t even protect yourself, your end will not be any better than what you have today.”

“If it wasn’t for us, you and your brothers would have lost your lives long ago. Would you still be alive now?”

“If you don’t even treasure your own life, then I advise you not to bring your own brother to die with you.”

Hearing Jian Wushuang’s words, Song Wuxin trembled and his eyes were filled with bitterness.

“I also want to live with him, but I’m born with a dull talent, and my control of Yan power is weak to the extreme. I can’t deal with the possible crisis at all.”

Jian Wushuang said indifferently, “Since you’re not talented enough, you’ll have to make up for it later or change it in other ways.”

“Do you want to practice the sword?”

When Song Wuxin heard this, he hurriedly took out the short sword that looked like a fire Stick from his waist. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, “I’m not particularly proficient in the way of the sword. I picked up this sword a long time ago for self-defense.”

Jian Wushuang picked up the short sword and pulled it out of the scabbard. The blade was so worn out that it might not even kill some ordinary beasts in ordinary Heavenly Regions.

“Let’s just throw this sword away.” He did not even raise his head as he spoke. Then, he looked at Chun Qiu and said, “Chun Qiu, see if there are any True Swords.”

Chun Qiu nodded and began to rummage through his storage ring.

When Cheng Qing, Chun Qiu, and Cui Jing were in the Heavenly Region, they had almost emptied out Emperor Liu Ya’s Heavenly Court’s treasures. They had almost filled up an entire storage ring.

Soon, Chun Qiu took out a black True Sword without a scabbard from his storage ring and handed it to Jian Wushuang.

The True Sword was warm and not cold. The body of the sword was black, and only the words ‘Tianji’ was engraved on the hilt. It was a true treasure sword that was not weaker than Chen Qing’s sword.

“Catch,” Jian Wushuang threw the True Sword, Tianji, to Song Wuxin.

He was shocked. Even if he was slow-witted, he knew the weight of the True Sword in his hand. For a moment, he was speechless.

“If you want to cure him, you must first make yourself strong.”

Jian Wushuang looked at him with golden light in his eyes.

Song Wuxin swallowed his saliva and hugged the True Sword tightly.

…

Since then, they had not left this Heavenly Region for seven days.

The reason was that Jian Wushuang had been teaching Song Wuxin the most basic sword moves and comprehending Sword Intent.

“Brother Chun Qiu, I thought that Brother Jian was unapproachable, but now it seems that he’s rather approachable. Do you think he’ll tell me if I ask him about any cultivation problems in the future?”

On the roof of the restaurant, Chun Qiu looked at Cui Jing and smiled. “I’ll tell you about this kind of problem. You’ll know after getting to know him for a long time. Brother Jian is not a cold person. He will take care of the people around him.”

Cui Jing nodded and looked thoughtfully at the imposing figure who was just standing there. The light in the depths of his eyes became more and more determined.

Seven days passed by in a flash.

When the thin figure was surrounded by wisps of mist, he slowly opened his eyes.

“Let’s go,” he said. Jian Wushuang was concise. After saying these two words, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Song Wuxin kneeled on the ground and kowtowed more than ten times to his back.

Song Wuyan, who had a dazed look and only knew how to smile foolishly, saw his brother kneel down and quickly knelt down as well. He also kowtowed more than ten times.

“My Lord, I, Song Wuxin, have been wandering for half my life. No one has ever done me any favor or made my brother suffer all kinds of hardships.”

“I have received your kindness of a meal, a sword, and a thought. Song Wuxin has nothing to repay you with. I hereby swear that in 10,000 years, no matter what the result is, I will rush to your side. I am willing to be your pawn for life. Heaven and earth will be my witness.”

Jian Wushuang did not turn around. He just released the Yan power breeze to lift the two brothers up.

“Don’t think too much about it. I only did it on a whim, and I don’t expect anything in return.”

“As for you guys, let’s talk about it after you survive.”

With that, Jian Wushuang left slowly without stopping.

Song Wuxin subconsciously took a few steps forward, but he stopped in his tracks.

Then, he bent down and carried Song Wuyan on his back, and flew towards the corner of the sky.

…

Although he had stayed in this Heavenly Region for 10 days, it was just an instant.

During this time, the heroic-looking woman had slightly recovered from her injuries and was about to escape.

However, with Di Qing, Chen Qing, and the others guarding her, she was unable to escape.

“Tell me, why did you go to the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture?” Jian Wushuang asked calmly with his hands behind his back.

The heroic-looking woman’s expression was cold, but there was inexplicable anger in her eyes.

“You’d better answer honestly, or else you won’t end up any better than the previous Yan Immortals,” Cheng Qing coldly threatened.

The heroic-looking woman snorted. Even in the face of Jian Wushuang, Di Qing and others, she was not afraid. “If you want to fight, do it quickly. There’s no need to waste your breath. This is not your style not long ago.”

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang frowned.

“If you answer me honestly, I’ll let you off this time. Did you seven swordsmen go to the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture to kill Prince Mo? ”

She said coldly, “Don’t you think that you’re asking a stupid question? Do you think I’ll answer?”

“Motherf*cker, I’m going to teach you a lesson,” Cheng Qing shouted angrily and raised his hand to teach her a lesson.

But then, Jian Wushuang stopped Chen Qing and said to her, “I’m not interested in whether your goal is to kill Prince Mo or not. I’m more interested in the power behind you. How strong can it be that your goal is to kill the Prince?”

The heroic-looking woman’s body trembled, and a trace of panic flashed through her eyes.

“You can leave now,” Jian Wushuang said and then signaled her to leave.

She was stunned, obviously not expecting him to let her go so easily.

However, the heroic-looking woman did not hesitate too much. Her figure flashed as she prepared to leave.