Chapter 73 (1/2)

”This is not the first time. In recent years, the aura of the place where the sword Valley is located has been gradually exhausted. It is impossible to refine swords and alchemy. Those who are going to break through the state are actually possessed by demons. Some of the new disciples who have been admitted in these years have died without any reason, some have been pickpocketing and stealing the secret books of the sect, and... ”

It's miserable.

Although he reminded himself that the old man was probably trying to be miserable. However, listening to the current situation of the sword burial Valley, Jiang fan is still very moved.

In fact, it is very difficult to achieve the same heart. In order to maintain the shelf, they had to pull the inside to do face and gritted their teeth.

”Not only that, but also foreign invasion. To the east of the burial sword Valley is the Changhe school, and to the north is the Wanshi villa. In the early days, the sword valley was very powerful. Of course, he was not afraid of them. In the past, in order to fight for the spiritual pulse, the strange medicine and the mineral sand, there was also a sense of urgency. The burial sword Valley had a feud with these two families. Now the valley of buried sword is showing its declining trend, and they are on the side, eyeing fiercely. ”

It sounds like a good day to bury sword valley.

No matter how prosperous the clan is, it will inevitably end up in the end.

In fact, the days of practitioners are very cruel. The rules of ordinary people are difficult to restrain them. More and more people believe in the principle that the weak eat the strong, and those who are strong can survive.

As elder Lu said, when burial sword valley was strong, it bullied two neighbors. It is fair that the other side will bite them in turn.

Even if it is such a remote backwater mountain, a small family door, do not there are people in the devil's way coveted? There is no real carefree land of peach blossom in the world.

”Mr. Lu has come all the way to be a guest. Let's have a rest first. It's not too late to say anything later.”

Elder Lu stood up with a bitter smile.

”No. Actually, I shouldn't have come this time. The present situation of the burial sword Valley is not like this one day or two. No matter who becomes the valley master, there is no way to rejuvenate the exhausted spiritual pulse, nor to close down the already lax people's minds. After the explosion of the sword furnace last time, Mr. Mo left and took away dozens of his disciples. Now he is buried in the sword Valley... ”

Elder Lu shook his head.

He couldn't talk.

Now the burial sword Valley is on the verge of falling. If someone pushes it gently, it will collapse completely.

When he came last time, he also hoped that Mo Chen could return to the valley of buried sword, inspire people with his lineage, and save the dying fate of the valley.

Now he has given up hope.

He shouldn't have come this time.

Mo Chen is living well now. Huihui mountain is a good place. He should take over the head of this small sect in the future. Why should he be dragged down by the mess of Jiangu?

At the door, Mr. Lu stopped and said, ”young xia Mo, Mrs. rouzhu's tomb is at the back of Jiangu, next to her father's tomb. In the future, if you want to go through the valley of buried sword, you can go and have a look. ”

Jiang Fan took a look at the elder martial brother, and then to see old Lu.

Mo Chen just nodded.

For the woman Lu said, he didn't recognize her and didn't have much emotion.

After all, it's not sure whether he buried the child who was lost in sword valley.

Elder Lu didn't stay much, so Jiang Fan ordered people to send him down the mountain.

Looking at Lu Changlao's lonely back, Jiang fan doesn't know why he has a feeling.

He thought it might be the last time he saw this man.

Although I don't like him very much, I don't welcome him. But looking at Lu Changlao's gloomy leaving figure, Jiang Fan couldn't say what it was like in his heart.

Ning Yu came slowly. He was wearing a sky blue broad sleeve robe with dark black ribbon around his waist. The mountain wind made his clothes flutter, just like a thin leaf, which was about to be blown away by the wind.

”Is the guest gone?”

Jiang Fan nodded.

”Who is this man?”