Of course, Liu Shisui was a talkative person. Otherwise, Jing Jiu wouldn't have thought of him when he met the young monk of the Guocheng Temple who practiced the Vow of Silence.
Of course, he wasn't as talkative as he was today.
He had shouldered too many responsibilities and secrets in the last ten-odd years. He talked less and less because he was worried that he would spill the beans, because of the pressure, and because he had to play the role of a disciple who was possessed by the Devil in a miserable situation.
Until today, when Jing Jiu's bracelet turned into a sword to clear the way for him, and countless flying swords of Aoyama headed for the West Ocean, he finally didn't have to play that role anymore and was relieved. He wished he could say all the things he hadn't said in the last ten-odd years.
It was quiet in the manor cave for a long time. Xiao He held him in her arms and gently stroked his back.
Liu Shisui was both moved and nervous. He didn't know where to put his hands and froze in midair, his face reddening more and more.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and said in a trembling voice, "I … I'm a little thirsty."
Xiao He left his body and laughed while looking at him, saying, "You've talked so much. How can you not be thirsty?"
Liu Shisui didn't dare to look at her. He drank up the spring water in the teacup and asked, "How do you feel now?"
With the help of the magic pill and the meditation he had done recently, his wounds were better. Most importantly, his sword source had recovered a lot, so he should be able to ride the sword.
Xiao He felt her body and confirmed that her wounds weren't much better, but she should be able to move freely. She nodded.
Liu Shisui helped her walk to the cliff and said, "Did you feel annoyed when I said that my Young Master and Zhao Layue had many secrets?"
Xiao He thought, "You still know."
Liu Shisui said, "In fact, I also have a secret."
Xiao He thought, "Again?"
"But it's my own secret, so I can tell you."
Liu Shisui led her to the nearby forest and whistled.
When the flying sword heard the voice, it returned to his side. The tip of the sword trembled slightly. From time to time, it would look back as if it was reluctant to part with him.
Liu Shisui walked to the slightly raised ground in the forest and grabbed at the air with his right hand. The soil broke through the air and revealed a sword.
The sword was long and thin, and its aura was cold and indiscernible. One look and one could tell that it was not an ordinary item.
The First Child Sword.
Back in the night palace of Zhaoge City, Jin Mingcheng presented this sword to Zhao Layue on behalf of the Emperor, and she gave it to Liu Shisui in Guihua City.
In a sense, Lo Huainan had died under this sword.
Over the years, Xiwang Sun and many others had been searching for the whereabouts of this sword, but to no avail.
Because Liu Shisui had never used this sword before.
Looking at that sword, Xiao He was a little surprised.
One of the most important tasks given to her by Xiwang Sun was to find this sword.
Unexpectedly, Liu Shisui had hidden the First Child Sword in the forest one hundred miles away from Haizhou City.
…
…
Liu Shisui took out the First Child Sword from the soil, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and put it on his waist.
The bright small sword quivered slightly, flying around his body incessantly, as if it was eager to hack down and test the hardness of the First Child Sword.
Liu Shisui stopped it hurriedly. He held Xiao He's hand, ready to step onto the flying sword and fly away.
It was then that a sigh rang out in his mind.
When he was fleeing from Haizhou City and riding the sword in the sky, he had also heard a sigh.
The sigh was full of sentiments, as well as a bit disappointed and regretful.
The sigh was also sentimental, but the disappointed and regretful feeling had turned into contentment and comfort.
No matter what kind of sigh it was, it was Xiwang Sun's sigh.
The expression on Liu Shisui's face changed abruptly. He drew out the First Child Sword from his waist without hesitation and drew a sword flower in front of him.
The small sword also sensed the great danger. It raised its head slightly, ready to fly away.
Crack!
A flash of lightning suddenly rang out in the cloudless blue sky.
The lightning struck on the cliff.
There was a loud bang.
The rocks on the cliff flew everywhere.
Liu Shisui and Xiao He fell to the ground, covered in blood.
A figure drifted down from the sky.
He was wearing a bright yellow robe, with a bead curtain covering his face. His eyes were calm, and his energy was unfathomable, like an emperor.
It was Xiwang Sun.
The First Child Sword had left Liu Shisui's hand, piercing toward Xiwang Sun's face with a swoosh.
The bead curtain fluttered.
Xiwang Sun reached out his right hand.
It was easy.
He grabbed the First Child Sword.
The First Child Sword struggled for a while, but soon calmed down.
Xiwang Sun glanced at the sky diagonally in front of him.
The small sword was hiding behind a rock, as if it was ready to launch a sneak attack.
Sensing Xiwang Sun's gaze, the small sword flew toward the back of the mountain without hesitation, disappearing instantly.
"It runs so fast. What a good sword!"
Xiwang Sun complimented. He knew that it would take him a long time to subdue that small sword, so he didn't have any other ideas.
He looked at Liu Shisui, his eyes showing both disappointment and appreciation.
"I didn't expect that I would be fooled by you kids."
"How come you are here?"
Liu Shisui said with a pale face.
His mind was full of shock and confusion.
In his mind, this was something that was impossible to happen.
The swordsmen of the orthodox Cultivation sects were besieging the Cloud Platform, and the secret of Bulao Lin was about to be revealed to the whole world. As the leader of Bulao Lin, Xiwang Sun came to kill him instead of fighting the enemies there. Even though what he had done was the betrayal that Bulao Lin hated the most, was killing him more important than protecting Bulao Lin?
"Obviously, this is a trap that you have prepared for many years. Even if I stayed on the Cloud Platform, what else could I do?"
Seeing Liu Shisui's expression, Xiwang Sun knew what was on his mind. He said calmly, "If so, why should I stay there and wait for death?"
Liu Shisui said, "Then what you should do is run away as soon as possible. Why did you come to kill me?"
"Of course it's important to kill you, but there's another reason I'm following you."
Xiwang Sun looked at the First Child Sword in his hand, the expression in his eyes serious.
He only needed a drop of blood to make it his sword.
The destruction of the Cloud Platform was indeed an unbearable price for Bulao Lin, but it could be considered a compensation if he could get the First Child Sword back. This was the true inheritance of the South Sea. With this sword, he might be able to make a breakthrough in his Cultivation state, which had been stagnant for many years. By then, he wouldn't have to be afraid of his Big Brothers, Aoyama, and those old guys in Zhongzhou School.
"Just for this sword? The people on the Cloud Platform are your most loyal subordinates. You don't care about them at all? Are those people's lives less important than a sword? "
Liu Shisui somehow felt angry.
Xiwang Sun drew back his gaze and said to him, "Bulao Lin is a broadsword. What's so special about it? The most important thing is the hand that holds the broadsword."
The Cloud Platform was destroyed, so be it.
The assassins and subordinates were dead, so be it.
As long as he and those people hiding in the deepest part of the Cloud Platform were still alive, Bulao Lin would exist forever.
Moreover, no matter how powerful Liu Shisui was, he still couldn't discover those real broadswords.
Liu Shisui understood what Xiwang Sun meant, his face turning paler.
"Those who will die today are all broadswords, but you are not."
Xiwang Sun looked at him and said sentimentally, "The Immortal appreciates you very much, and so do I. I had hoped that you could be the next hand that holds the broadsword."
Liu Shisui said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"No. In order to gain my trust, you killed Lo Huainan. Only an unparalleled hero can do such a thing. I can only admire you and never feel disappointed."
Xiwang Sun said, "It's a pity that I have to kill you today, because I have to give someone an explanation."
A sigh suddenly broke out in the cliff.
The old scholar of Yimaozhai walked out and said to Xiwang Sun, "It turns out that I'm also a broadsword."
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