荒墟牧神 - 第49章 丹心照破萬重霧 - 雲海書庫

I was sealed, I could only defend my yuan qi and keep myself from freezing to death in the mystic ice. I no longer had the strength to command this sword. Do you know how many years I have been sealed here?" He sighed. "Fully two hundred years! For two hundred years I have been sealed here. Simply managing to keep myself alive until now has been no easy feat!" Shen Mu was deeply sympathetic. "Two hundred years of ice-sealing—if it had been me, I'm afraid I would have gone mad long ago. That you've persevered until now is truly remarkable." Gu Lihan sighed. "Fortunately you came. I will use the last of my yuan qi to send the Chubao Sword out of the mystic ice. Slay the Dragon Mother's soul for me and save me!" Shen Mu nodded and said solemnly, "I will certainly do my utmost!" Gu Lihan stirred up the last of his yuan qi, and the sword at his waist actually began to move in the ice, though very slowly. After more than two hours, the Chubao Sword barely exposed its hilt. After another stretch of time, the whole hilt emerged, but the scabbard was still sealed in the mystic ice. Gu Lihan appeared exhausted and said hoarsely, "My yuan qi is nearly gone. Young man, slay the Dragon Mother as fast as you can!" Shen Mu answered, and a strand of yuan qi as thick as an arm flew out, coiled around the hilt, and with a clang the Chubao Sword came out of its sheath, cold light blazing in every direction! Shen Mu and Hu Ling'er felt a sharp pain in their eyes, as if wounded by the sword light; only after a little while did their eyes recover and let them see clearly again. "What are you doing?" Gu Lihan saw Shen Mu's exceedingly thick strand of yuan qi wrap the Chubao Sword and chase the Dragon Mother's soul, slashing again and again without a single hit. He did not know whether to laugh or cry. "What are you doing? Is that any way to drive a flying sword with qi? Who taught you sword control? Who taught you swordplay?" Shen Mu stopped and said, embarrassed, "I don't know sword control, and I have never learned swordplay." Gu Lihan was half dead with fury, his head throbbing, and he fumed, "You don't know sword control, you don't know swordplay—then why do you carry a sword bag on your back?" Shen Mu said shamefacedly, "This sword bag is very heavy. I carry it behind me as a form of cultivation..." Gu Lihan nearly spat blood. Such clumsy swordplay made him wish he could leap out of the mystic ice. "Very well, I will teach you the sword-control art and the swordplay for commanding a flying sword with qi." He suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Once you have learned it, you can slay the Dragon Mother." Shen Mu shook his head. "I won't learn." Gu Lihan flew into a towering rage. If he had not been sealed in the mystic ice, he would have jumped out long ago and given that little wretch a sound thrashing. Shen Mu said, "Grandma said that someone would teach me better swordplay. If I learned someone else's swordplay, then that person would not teach me." Gu Lihan was choked with anger, then laughed heartily. "Better swordplay? Do you know that the finest swordplay under heaven is the swordplay of Yanning! The National Preceptor scoured the world for sword techniques, gathered them in one place, summoned the sword masters of the world, and jointly created a sword art! A sword art born of the pooled wisdom of all the world's great sword masters—is that not the best swordplay? Does it not surpass those so-called arts that sect founders created by stumbling about on their own? Those so-called sword sects merely inherit their ancestors' legacy, shut themselves off, and think themselves invincible under heaven—little knowing they have been left behind a hundred thousand li!" Shen Mu was dazed for a moment, and felt that his words had real substance; there was no refuting them. Because of the affair with the Surging River Sword Sect, he had no great love for the National Preceptor in his heart, and yet the National Preceptor's magnanimity won his