The scene of spreading teachings across the five regions was suddenly filled with many comnts:
"Ah Lai!"
"Sword Deity Ah Lai!"
Because around Lingyu Mountain, another ancient swordsman appeared.
It was none other than Hua Lai, the most elusive among the new generation of Seven Sword Deities.
Hua Lai wore vibrant colors and, upon appearing, solemnly bowed to the Sword Ancestor in the high sky.
He raised both hands, bent at the waist, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed—performing the highest ritual!
It should be known, that the four disciples of the Burial Sword Tomb, who were touted as the Sword Ancestor’s direct lineage, had only clasped their fists and bowed slightly before.
In the current era, where is there truly a "direct lineage"?
No one is worthy of such a grand gesture, right?
But in the end, receiving the sword’s grace and using a kneeling ceremony could be understood, and people of the five regions could only exclaim:
"Sword Deity Lai, truly a grateful, very polite, good Sword Deity..."
Hua Lai’s act of courtesy stirred waves across the five regions.
In the scene, few paid attention to Hua Lai, as half an eye was focused on the unexpected guest that suddenly appeared in the high sky.
It was a tall white-robed figure, his slightly open collar embroidered with peach blossoms, with a wine pouch and a peach wood sword at his waist, exuding charisma and elegance.
He gazed at the figure in the Sword Sea, his eyes trembling, tears streaming down as he stared and stared, wanting to speak, yet losing his voice.
The Sword Ancestor seed to notice, turned back to glance, and was equally montarily dazed, even putting aside Bazhun’an’s question for a while, murmuring softly, though unclear what was being said.
The white-robed man trembled all over, raised his hands high, and like Hua Lai, was about to perform a grand kneeling ceremony.
The Sword Ancestor was also moved, gazing deeply at him in prolonged silence.
"This is..."
Hua, Ba, Gou, all watched with a stunned expression.
Thinking hard, no one could recall who this person was.
But clearly, looking at the white-robed man, his mastery of the Way of the Sword should be no less than that of the ancient swordsn present.
While they pondered, as the white-robed man was about to kneel, a mismatched roar resounded not far away:
"Weiyang brother!"
"Weiyang senior!"
"Save , quickly save !"
Weiyang...
Everyone in the five regions heard Lord Shou’s voice.
Yes, he was still trapped in the Three Realms Sword Array, in the world detained by two Ghost Hands.
"What Weiyang?"
"Who is Lord Shou talking to, is there anyone?"
Hua, Ba, Gou, upon hearing were shaken.
This is...
Great Swordsman Saint, Hua Weiyang!
During the Super Taoization of various realms on the path of the ancient swordsman, so entered the Flower World, receiving advice or warnings.
Yet, no one truly knew how ancient disciple under Sword God looked or their features.
How did Xu Xiaoshou know?
"Shut up."
Hua Weiyang nearly knelt down, but upon hearing shouted sideways, cursing Xu Xiaoshou without any patience.
All those who have clashed in the Flower World know so background about each other.
This guy’s temperant, Hua Weiyang knew.
This ti, the Supre Master’s will respectfully invited him with the 21 Fad Swords, and Hua Weiyang failing to appear first to greet was already disrespectful.
A drop of kindness, repaid in fountains.
The grace of teaching, without ans to repay.
Just as he was about to perform the kneeling ritual, the rascal kept making noise, and Hua Weiyang wished he could strike with a sword.
"Save , save first!"
"Hua Weiyang, listen to , save first, it’s definitely advantageous."
The rascal kept screaming.
Hua Weiyang drew his peach wood sword from his waist, slicing forth with one strike.
The five regions witnessed it as the sky was swept over with peach blossoms, causing the Ghost Hands detaining Lord Shou to crack and dissolve.
As for the eerie world, it was filled with warmth again, dissolving as the peach blossoms blood.
"Gentle like clouds following, soft as water’s tenderness."
Just looking at this sword stroke, Hua Changdeng’s expression changed.
This was thoroughly understanding the Path of the Ancient Swordsman, unable to discern what swordsmanship or Sword Flow was used, dissolving his sword array seamlessly.
Although it was just a minor Three Realms...
Even Bazhun’an might not do it so effortlessly!
"Oh, oh, thank you for saving my life."
Witnessed by all, Lord Shou, after escaping, quickly flashed beside the "air" and patted "air" on the shoulder:
"Saving my life will be repaid."
"I think, if you want to bow to this ’Sword Ancestor,’ my suggestion is... you might as well bow to , hehe."
Boom!
Lingyu Mountain stirred.
The sky was filled with peach blossoms, transforming into a Killing Array, intending to kill Lord Shou on the spot.
"Hey, hey, hey, Hua Weiyang!"
Imprisoned again, Lord Shou’s expression changed drastically, yet his aura did not falter as he sternly questioned the "air":
"Look carefully with your eyes, is this your Supre Master? Do you bow to anyone that looks similar?"
"Is your vision clouded with eye gunk?!"
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PS: The full text of "Sword Sutra · Preface" is lengthy, not suitable to appear entirely in the main text, thrown to the public account as a bonus, following the main storyline, does not affect reading.
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