Although the Shushan Sword Sect only has one main peak, it covers a very wide area and there are many temples spread over the mountain.

There are many temples emitting waves of different sword intents.

Just now, Lin Moyang felt a mysterious aura, which was obviously different from those ordinary sword intents.

Lin Moyang slowly closed his eyes, and he began to carefully sense the mysterious and unpredictable aura that was unknown.

In his perception, he first sensed the blood and energy of the powerful monks in Shushan, and then he noticed several places with extraordinary aura.

After a moment, Lin Moyang felt that the Tai Chi sword intent in his body seemed to have some kind of sensing.

Lin Moyang suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He looked at a mountain in the eastern part of Shushan, which seemed a little strange and a breath that made him palpitations.

He took out the tiger-head hat that could cover up the breath from the heavenly clouds, and then the tiger-head hat on his head turned into waves of shadows like a ghost and merged into the dark night.

The strongest man in Shushan Sword Sect is the Daojun Sword Immortal who is returning to the Void Realm, but this sword Immortal has now rushed to Yumen Pass, and he has not discovered the existence of the Void Realm.

Moreover, in the history of Shushan Sword Sect, there has been no great practitioner in Tongxuan realm. Even the Shushan Sword Sect’s protection formation has only a half-step Tongxuan killing power.

Simply put, Lin Moyang can now be in the Shushan Sword Sect, walking on flat ground, unscrupulous.

Lin Moyang soon arrived at the eastern part of Shushan, where there was a sword mark of ten feet long on a cliff on a mountain.

Within the sword marks, there was a terrifying sword intent that made Lin Moyang feel afraid.

Lin Moyang narrowed his eyes and looked at the sword mark. The sword intent made him feel a breath that seemed to be able to smooth everything, and could turn all enemies in front of him into nothingness.

He took a deep breath and quickly suppressed the Tai Chi sword intent that was about to move in his body. The Tai Chi sword intent in his body almost left the body, and he actually wanted to rush directly into the sword mark, as if he wanted to compete with the sword intent.

There are several wooden houses around this cliff. I think those who live here are those who have no hope of practicing Taoism but stay in Shushan to comprehend this sword intent.

Lin Moyang soon discovered that although it was late at night, there was an old man with white hair near the cliff, sitting cross-legged in front of the sword mark.

Suddenly, the white-haired old man said without looking back: "Young man, newcomer?"

Lin Moyang narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that with the help of the tiger-headed hat, the white-haired old man could actually detect his existence.

Under his senses, he naturally knew that the old man was not a practitioner of Taoism. The white-haired old man in front of him had already lost his blood and blood, which could be said to be sunset.

Perhaps he was a martial arts master when he was young, but in terms of physical condition, this white-haired old man was probably not an opponent if he encountered some martial artists who practiced martial arts with strong horizontal kung fu.

This is probably the sorrow of the martial artist.

The older the monks are, the more demons they become, and the impact of their bodies on them is even more slim.

But everything about a martial artist comes from his own physical strength.

Once you grow old and your qi and blood are broken, it is the beginning of decline.

Even if Lin Moyang opened up a new path of martial arts, this result could not be changed. At most, it would extend the life of a martial artist by one or two, but it was still a very long distance from the life span of a cultivator.

However, for the sake of caution, Lin Moyang still used his light skills. Within a few breaths, he came to the side of the white-haired old man. He clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I have seen senior, I have just entered the mountain."

"This sword intent is really extraordinary!"

The white-haired old man glanced at Lin Moyang and saw the tiger-head hat on Lin Moyang's head. He looked at Lin Moyang with a strange expression.

Are the young people in the world now walking around in this outfit?

Tiger-headed hat?

Why don't you match open-crotch pants?

The old man with white hair said lightly: "Younger, it is not easy for you to comprehend the sword intent at your age."

"But listen to my advice and go home as soon as possible."

Lin Moyang squinted his eyes and looked at the white-haired old man, then he slowly said, "What do you mean by senior?"

The white-haired old man raised his head and looked at the sword marks in front of him. After a moment, he continued, "Don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions."

"The sword intent in this sword mark is indeed left by a swordsman who has never been known and has never been a descendant. He was once a swordsman in the martial arts world, but with this sword intent soared into the sky, he became a god among the gods."

"But the difficulty of comprehending this sword intent is comparable to that of reaching the sky."

"I entered Shushan at the age of thirty-six and came here to start comprehending the sword intent."

"I have more than 60 years of age and I still have nothing to find."

"We ordinary people, if we want to step into the path of Tao, we will eventually have delusions."

Lin Moyang remained silent after hearing this. He understood the feeling of the white-haired old man and sought the way for the rest of his life, but found that it was in vain.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary person in the world. There were so many martial artists in the world, and everyone knew the power of those who practice Taoism, but without the fate of Taoism, the fate of Taoism could not be forced, so most people did not have such obsession.

However, for a person like a white-haired old man who is only one step away from stepping on the road, and if he can enter the road and become the master of the sword immortal, being unable to practice Taoism is a suffering and torture of the mind.

Ask but cannot get it.

Therefore, the only hope for such a white-haired old man in this life is to be able to comprehend the sword intent in the sword marks and find the road to heaven.

The old man with white hair looked at Lin Moyang, then sighed quietly: "Young Master, I know what you think. I was as proud as you when I was young."

"But the fact is that we are mortal ants after all."

Speaking of this, the old man with white hair laughed at himself, then pointed to the wooden houses and said, "The Yanzhou Sword Saint lived there three hundred years ago. His sword intent could kill the spiritual realm practitioners, but he died in the wooden house less than a hundred years old."

"This is the first person in the world a hundred years ago. Chen Bai, Xuanling Sword, committed suicide by swallowing the sword where you stood twenty years ago."

The white-haired old man looked at Lin Moyang and said, "Young man, I'm not an exaggeration. You are still young and have great years. There is no need to waste your time here."

"Maybe after this day, you feel that the world is boring, so it's better to get married and have children and have a happy life."

The old man with white hair may not have spoken to anyone for a long time. He lowered his head and murmured: "I left my hometown at the age of 36, abandoned my wife and children, ignored my mother in the family, and focused on seeking immortality. Although I have never lacked their money, now, I don't even know whether my child is still alive."

"So, what is my life for?"

"Even if I can step on the road today, but now I have no relatives, what is the meaning of living in the world?"

Lin Moyang didn't know what to say, so he looked at the sword scar and said softly: "Senior, why is the world boring?"

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Lin Moyang to ask this question, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Lin Moyang continued: "I have seen many people in the world, but I can't see heroes in this world."

"Are the martial artists in the world broken their backs by cultivators, or have their own backs broken?"

"It is true that the practitioners are very powerful, and the martial artists are like fireflies and bright moons in front of the practitioners."

"But martial artists in the world are still far superior to ordinary people, but why are there no heroes in the world?"

The old man with a white-haired look said with a lonely expression: "Maybe even if he is a chivalrous, it doesn't make any sense."

"The demons in the north are eyeing each other. The martial artists cannot defeat the powerful existences of those demons. They are powerless when facing the military formations of ordinary demons."

"Maybe the world of the past was chivalrous, but now..."

After saying that, the old man with white hair sighed, then stood up with a lonely expression and returned to a wooden house.

Lin Moyang watched the white-haired old man return to the wooden house. After a moment, he sighed slightly. This may be the heartache of all martial artists in the world.

No one wants to do that useless work.

There are people who practice Taoism in the world who are in front of them. Watching the immortals on the mountain flying in the air, raising their hands and feet to perform thousands of Taoisms. I wonder how many martial arts are boring and martial arts are useless.

Perhaps when he spread the complete new path of martial arts to the world, something can change.

He was powerless and did not want to take the initiative to change the hearts of the people in the world.

It has nothing to do with him, and he is powerless to change.

It can only be done well for one's own affairs, hoping that the world will be better in the future.

Lin Moyang shook his head and stopped thinking about these useless things.

He looked at the cliff in front of him and felt the terrifying sword intent inside the sword marks. He immediately looked very solemn.

By experiencing this sword intent at a close distance, you can feel the majestic momentum in it more intuitively.

Such a powerful sword intent has not dispersed for thousands of years.

Lin Moyang asked himself that even if he used the Xuanyuan Sword and activated the Tai Chi sword intent with all his strength, he could not do this at all.

And Lin Moyang could clearly feel that the Tai Chi sword intent in his body actually felt a trembling feeling after getting close to this sword intent.

Suddenly, Lin Moyang's eyes flashed, and something seemed to be trembling among the celebrating clouds of the heavens.

The next moment, Lin Moyang took out a jade pendant composed of two jade pendants, which were the two jade pendants he had obtained in the simulation before.

The jade pendant was suspended in front of Lin Moyang, and suddenly rays of light burst out. In the sword mark, the majestic sword intent seemed to have been stimulated, and instantly rushed out, wrapping the floating jade pendant.

The sword intent lingers on the jade pendant, and it slowly condenses into the third jade pendant, and combines it with the other two jade pendants.

Lin Moyang was also shocked when he looked at the jade pendant in front of him.

This was the one he encountered a system simulation reward, which was connected with things in reality.

Could it be that what the system simulates is what really exists in this world?

Otherwise, how could this jade pendant be able to sense the sword marks formed thousands of years ago in front of you?

But before Lin Moyang could think about it, an extremely powerful suction burst out from the jade pendant in front of him!

Lin Moyang immediately calmed down his mind, and then a golden light suddenly appeared, and the golden light suddenly reflected his body. The next moment, he sank into the jade pendant in front of him.
To be continued...