Shen Mengtian's courtyard was located in a secluded area to the east of the Twelve Sword Towers.
This did not match his identity as the young master and successor of the Twelve Sword Towers. From this, one could see that he was different from the rest.
"Master, what did we come here to take?"
Shen Zhenyi brought Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long to Shen Mengtian's courtyard. Cynanchum Chinense strolled around but did not find anything interesting. She asked her master curiously.
"I don't know."
Shen Zhenyi could only faintly feel that Shen Mengtian had comprehended something, but he could not predict what Shen Mengtian had obtained.
A stone from another mountain can be used to polish jade.
Shen Mengtian was a genius in the way of the sword. His comprehension might not be able to surpass his own limits, but there was definitely something to see.
Shen Zhenyi was in high spirits.
The furnishings in Shen Mengtian's room were very simple. For three hundred years, no one had touched the former young master's courtyard. The layout had not changed at all.
Everyone knew that although Shen Zhongshan did not say anything, he was still thinking about his son, so no one wanted to touch his bad luck.
A few ancient books, a few sword manuals, and a few long swords.
The sword manuals were spread out and casually placed on the desk. The long swords were hung on the wall. Although they had been there for a long time, there were no signs of rust. It was as if the owner had just left.
"There are also people who take care of this place."
Princess Long observed carefully and found something special.
Shen Zhenyi nodded.
It seemed that Shen Mengtian's position in the Twelve Sword Towers was irreplaceable. A true genius would definitely be valued.
"These things, should we pack them up and take them away?"
Princess Long and Cynanchum Chinense sorted out Shen Mengtian's belongings together, but they did not find anything special.
"Wait a minute."
Shen Zhenyi looked at the paperweight that Shen Mengtian had left on the desk. He felt that it was familiar. He played with it for a while and pondered.
"What's so special about this?"
In the eyes of the Cynanchum Chinense, it was just an ordinary jade paperweight. The paperweight was carved into the shape of a tiger. The knife work was beautiful, and the lines were clean and neat. The only special thing was that its eyes were charming, as if it was staring at someone.
"Interesting."
Shen Zhenyi could sense the Sword Qi contained in it.
This was not something that the world of eight cultivators should have. The mysterious and inexplicable sword intent mixed in with it was very novel.
"Perhaps it was precisely because Ancestor obtained this thing that his sword technique improved greatly and comprehended the principles behind the Myriad Convergence Sword Scripture … Unfortunately, the time he came into contact with it was too short. Otherwise, the Moon Decapitation from 300 years ago could be expected."
It was obvious that it came from a higher world and was considered a treasure in this world.
If Shen Mengtian kept this item by his side, it would be very beneficial for him to comprehend the Sword Will. As time passed, he would definitely surpass his father. Coupled with his aptitude, it was only natural for him to take the Moon Decapitation away.
Unfortunately, he encountered an accident and was thrown into the eye of the storm on Reincarnation Mountain, so he did not have time to take this treasure away. He was lucky enough to survive to the Nine Nether Land, but he was probably injured and unable to break through due to the restrictions of this world. After creating the Myriad Convergence Sword Scripture, he died in depression.
As for this treasure, it was a lost treasure that had been forgotten in a corner of the twelve Sword Towers, gathering dust.
In these 300 years, if Shen Zhongshan could see it every day, his cultivation would have improved a lot.
"It's enough to take this thing away."
Shen Zhenyi stretched out his hand, took the tiger-shaped paperweight, and handed it to the Cynanchum Chinense. The Cynanchum Chinense happily took it. After looking at it for a long time, she still did not sense anything mysterious.
The trip to the twelve sword towers was not in vain.
"Take the other things with you. After all, they are left behind by the ancestor. You can remember them in the villa. The old villa master will be happy to see them."
Princess Long was very careful and reminded Shen Zhenyi.
Shen Zhenyi nodded and said, "Up to you."
Worldly possessions could not be entrusted to one's mind. They were nothing more than memories for the living. Shen Zhenyi had experienced a lot and did not dwell on worldly possessions. However, he could fully understand other people's thoughts.
The sword intent here was gone. Shen Zhenyi turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Someone opened the door curtain. An old man and a young man came in. When they saw Shen Zhenyi and the others, they pretended to be surprised.
The newcomers were Shen Zhongshan and the sword boy who gave him the idea.
They could not find any other opportunity, so they created this chance encounter. "
"Who are you? Why are you in the forbidden area of the twelve sword towers?!" The sword boy pretended to shout.
Shen Zhenyi frowned. Princess Long rushed to answer, "This is the Third Young Master Shen of the Abandoned Sword Villa. This time, he obtained the agreement of the honorable sect master to come here to retrieve the remains of the ancestor of the Abandoned Sword Villa. He did not come here randomly. Please forgive him."
She knew Shen Zhongshan's appearance, so she recognized him.
Shen Zhongshan pretended to cough. The sword boy hurriedly nodded, "So you are the people of the Abandoned Sword Villa. Then it's okay. I didn't expect you to come here today. Every first and fifteenth day of the month, the sect master comes here to remember. "
His last sentence was superfluous. Shen Zhenyi laughed it off.
Shen Zhongshan must have not come here often. If he really came here twice a month, with his sword cultivation, how could he not have discovered the wonderful sword intent on the tiger-shaped paperweight in three hundred years?
It seemed that … the other party came for him.
Shen Zhenyi did not care. He cupped his hands and said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, "Greetings, sect master."
In terms of bloodline, this person could be said to be the ancestor of the Abandoned Sword Villa. But after all, they were unfamiliar with each other and had no association. His son, Shen Yizhou, died under the sword of Cynanchum Chinense. Both sides still had enmity.
Shen Zhongshan looked at him with bright eyes and suddenly asked in a low voice, "You use a sword? Why don't you bring a sword? "
This made Shen Zhongshan somewhat unhappy.
He believed that a swordsman should live with the sword, and die with the sword. As a famous swordsman, Shen Zhenyi did not bring a sword with him. This made Shen Zhongshan's evaluation of him lower.
Shen Zhenyi did not have time to answer. Cynanchum Chinense was already familiar with his answer and answered first, "That is because all things in the world have already become my master's sword. He doesn't need to bring a sword. "
She proudly imitated Shen Zhenyi's tone and shrugged with a smile, "Even if you are the sect master of the Twelve Sword Towers, you are still my master's sword!"
Although Shen Zhenyi had never said this himself, he had clearly expressed a similar meaning before, so there was not much difference.
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