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Part 1: Aragami Chapter 73: Repair my fighting sword and share the same robe with my son [4]

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    In Shenjian Mountain, the third-generation hut master stood in front of the sword hut. He looked haggard, even older than a year ago, his eyes were a little cloudy, and the skin on his face was mottled like withered bark. The third-generation hut master sighed,  Stretching out his hand, his nails were blackened, peeled off and bloody.  Between the eyebrows, there is a bit of black energy that is so rich that it cannot be turned away. The third-generation Lord of Lu knows that he has reached the end of his life. The oil has run out and the lamp has dried up. He can no longer support the light of the future sword and protect the entire world.  "It's time." The third-generation Lord of the House sighed, stretched out his hand and slowly touched the petrified sword. The sword of the future is immortal, but people will eventually become immortal. With his own power, he supported the sword of the future against the wild demon. The third-generation Lord of the House  Having reached your limit, now it is time to hand over the responsibility of protecting all sentient beings to others.  If possible, the third-generation master would rather never give up this position for eternity, not for power or glory, but simply because he doesn¡¯t want anyone else to be like him, guarding the Sword Cottage and spending his whole life to support a hope and a future.  The situation has become fierce, holding the sky with one hand. This feeling is very clear to the third generation of the owner of the house. Thinking of this, the third generation of the owner of the house can't help but raise his head and look at the endless rolling darkness on the horizon, guessing about the darkness.  Is Lin Huang in the middle of it also bearing an unimaginable burden like him? ????????????????????? And he still has a day of liberation, but the forest wasteland that sinks in darkness will never have a day of liberation. It must be lonely and unbearable to sink like that forever.  The third-generation hut master shook his head, knowing that he was really about to die. Otherwise, why would he suddenly feel pity for Lin Huang who was sinking in the darkness?  Perhaps being the devil of destruction is just as lonely as being the savior of the common people.  Bear a weight that ordinary people cannot bear.  "Master of the Cottage, it's time. All the mountain guards have returned." The third generation of the Cottage Master came back from his boundless reverie and nodded.  His voice was dry and hoarse, "Are you all back already? I understand." He said.  The third-generation master slowly walked out of the sword hut. As he looked, he could see familiar faces, with the smell of iron and blood that had not faded away, standing resolutely and resolutely outside the sword hut.  The third-generation Lord of the Cottage sighed, "This is not a glorious position. Have you all thought it through?" No one answered, but everyone's firm eyes told the Third-generation Lord of the Cottage that they were all ready.  No one will back down.  The third-generation hut master nodded, "Okay. Very good. In that case, I won't say anything more." As he said that, the third-generation hut master stretched out his hand, and a sword light suddenly came from the petrified sword in the sword hut.  Flying upward, this is a ray of sword intent from the sword of the future. It will make its own choice and choose the next generation of sword holders and sword holders among these mountain guardians.  The sword light rotates with a slight chill.  Passing through everyone's heart, Xinghe groaned, and the sword light passed by.  There was some severe pain, but Xinghe didn't change his expression. He just looked at the sword light flying past again, with only one thought in his mind, that person must be himself.  The sword light passed through the heart of each mountain guard, fell into the air again, flickered, and split into three rays.  When it fell on three people, it instantly felt like being burned with a soldering iron.  Xinghe slowly raised his hand and saw a small sword mark appeared in his palm.  Suddenly I knew that I had finally done it and became one of the three candidates.  "The Divine Sword has chosen its master. Those who possess the sword seal, please come forward." The third-generation master of the house slowly spoke, and saw a man dressed as a scholar stepping out with a complicated look in his eyes.  "Little Junior Brother." The third-generation Lord of the House spoke softly. He did not expect that ten years later, among the people chosen by Future Sword, there would be the Junior Brother of that year.  The man who looked like a scholar laughed and said, "Senior brother, this is my honor." Those mountain guards who were not selected all sighed, what kind of glory is this? Maybe the sentient beings in the world don't know, those sentient beings only know God  There is a future sword in the Sword Mountain that carries everyone's hope, protecting all the worlds. There is a group of mountain guards who guard the divine sword.  Who knew that if you wanted to support the sword of the future and protect all the worlds, one person would die in ten years.  The identity of the master of the sword house, the opportunity to serve as a sword, is not an honor, but a responsibility, a responsibility to die generously even though you know you will die.  The matter has come to this, the situation has become fierce. I don¡¯t know how many generations of people in this Shenjian Mountain and the mountain guardians will continue to sacrifice themselves in order to give hope to all sentient beings and realize the future of all sentient beings.  Another person walked out of this faintly sad atmosphere. He was a middle-aged man. The three generations of cottage masters also knew him. They knew that this man was rescued from the mountain by the first generation of cottage masters. He stayed here for thirty years and remained unknown.  He has never been revealed in front of others and is unknown to the world. But thirty years later, he turned out to be the futureAs one of the chosen sword masters, it can be imagined that he has never wasted any time in the past thirty years.  As for the last person, the eyes of the third-generation hut master became a little solemn, and the others also sighed.  Xinghe did not speak, but slowly took a step forward and fought side by side with the other two.  "Xinghe." The third-generation hut master said softly, "Please step back. You are still young. Let's fight next time, okay?" The other two people also nodded, "That's right. Xinghe, you still have a lot of time to practice, so there's no need.  If you are in a hurry, don't argue with us this time." Xinghe didn't refute, nor did he get angry. He just bowed to the Third Generation Lu Lord quietly, "Lord Lord, please follow the order to kill the devil."  The Lord sighed, "That's all. Since this is your choice, there's nothing I can do about it. But, Xinghe, I hope you don't fight for the position of Lord of the House with a guilty heart. You should know in your heart that you stand on this  Position, hold this sword, your life will no longer belong to you. " "I know. I have always known it." Xinghe Fengqing nodded calmly. How could he not know?  Why did he let Qiannan go? If he didn't know clearly, why would he swing his sword to kill Qingsi without even daring to feel the slightest bit moved.  Precisely because he knows it better than anyone else, Xinghe knows that he must fight for this position, not for anything else, but to do what Xingchen has not been able to do.  Protect these sentient beings.  "Follow the order to kill the devil!" The third-generation hut master slowly spoke, and the dissipated sword light regrouped and turned into three rays of light that fell on the three people of Xinghe.  Immediately, one demon shadow after another roared out of the light.  Everyone looked at Xinghe because of the light that enveloped Xinghe.  The shadow of the Demon Lord was obviously much larger than the other two.  Xinghe's face was expressionless and indifferent. He knew that if he was alone, he would definitely not be able to kill so many demons. With Qiannan's help, he could defeat the other two and achieve this unique feat.  "It's just that I never imagined that those people would live and die together.  They shared life and death, supporting each other and fighting side by side, but in the end, they took away the position of the master of the house, chose this loneliness, protected these sentient beings, and were destined to suffer her in this life.  "Cultivation of my fighting sword, I am the same as you!" I don't know who shouted the first sentence, and then the entire Shenjian Mountain shouted the same, and the other two people walked to Xinghe one by one without saying anything.  He just bent down and bowed to Xinghe.  This time of worship is not about Xinghe¡¯s record, nor is it about Xinghe¡¯s victory.  What I worship is that Xinghe will live up to the heavens and the common people for the rest of his life.  Following the movements of the two people, the other mountain guards came forward one by one and bowed to Xinghe. Xinghe had no joy, his eyes were calm, and he quietly accepted the wordless praise. He looked at the third generation of the hut master.  But his eyes were a little hollow, and they were already out of focus at this moment.  He has longed for this day for a long time.  It's finally here, from now on.  He is the fourth-generation hut master. He has never regretted his life with the sword and protected all living beings. This is something that Xingchen has not been able to do. He has always wanted to do it and will finally have the opportunity to do it in the future. But why is there no joy and joy in his heart at this moment?  Relief, but a touch of sadness.  His gaze penetrated time and space, as if he had returned to that night, the starry sky was blurred, and Qiannan's stubborn and tearful face said, "Xinghe, I hate you. I hate you!" "Cultivation of my battle sword, I wear the same clothes as you.  " The third-generation Lord of the House slowly stretched out his hand and pressed Xinghe's forehead, "Remember that you are not fighting alone. The heavens and all living beings are behind you. Their hopes are melted into this sword. You hold it.  Holding this sword holds everyone's hope. Can you live up to the sky and live up to all living beings?"  In front of the future sword, he turned around and said with a firm but empty voice, echoing throughout the entire Shenjian Mountain, "I can do it." The third generation of the hut master and the other mountain guards all knelt down and worshiped, "Cultivation of my battle sword, with the son.  Fellow robes. Welcome the fourth generation! "The wind roared, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sword light across the sky suddenly rose up. Xinghe slowly stretched out his hand, and a little blood spilled from his fingertips, and every word was turned into stone.  Brand your name on the sword of the future.  The blood soaked into the petrified future sword bit by bit, absorbing the name that Xinghe had branded, and could no longer see it. But Xinghe knew that there was only one last stroke left. When the last stroke fell, his heart, his body, his  Everything will be connected with this sword of the future. From now on, I will use the sword with my body to protect the heavens.  "Stop!" A loud shout rang out, and two figures instantly appeared in the sky of Shenjian Mountain. Everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but when they saw who was coming, everyone was stunned.  Because those two??They all knew that the middle-aged man who looked a little tired was Xingchen, the second-generation master of the cottage, and the beautiful woman beside him was Xingchen's wife and Xinghe's mother.  "Xinghe, come back." Xingchen spoke slowly, his tone a little solemn. He knew that once Xinghe's name is completely imprinted on the future sword, all living beings in the world may have a future and hope, but Xinghe will not have any future.  It can be said.  "Xinghe." Xinghe's mother murmured in a low voice, her voice trembling and sad.  Xinghe paused and did not look back. He knew that Xingchen and his mother were coming, but now, no one had the chance to look back.  He is the galaxy, and he wants to do what the stars have not done.  PS: Ahem.  If everyone participates in the dungeon of "The Greatest Demon God in History" in January, there should be a lot of monthly tickets dropped. If you find them, please return them immediately. You are a good boy if you don't pick up the money.  Beautiful man, don¡¯t look around, I¡¯m talking about you, where is your monthly ticket!  And Xingchen, your son has become the protagonist, why don¡¯t you vote!  (To be continued)
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