Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

Chapter 148

"The young generation nowadays really can't help but laugh...."

Seeing Wu Wei's fleeing figure, the sword-eating ancestor smacked his lips and shook his head in dissatisfaction.

In his eyes, there was a hint of reminiscence.

And on his wrist, the black iron chain that he had broken, had grown again at some point, and returned to its original appearance.

He saw the restored chain, muttered something in his mouth, and then broke off another piece of chain and stuffed it into his mouth.

While speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the listeners in the direction of the teahouse.

For a person of his level, even if they were separated by dozens of miles, the various expressions of those ordinary people would naturally not escape his eyes.

As if he had guessed the reasons for their expressions, he followed the same method to refine a long sword, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, flicked the blade with his fingers, and suddenly there was a crisp sound.

Hearing this movement, the sword-eating ancestor slowly closed his eyes and murmured.

"My original name wasn't Jian Chi. Everyone knows that this name is ugly."....Let's get back to the story.

Han Lian looked at the faces of the audience and naturally understood that the title of"Sword Eater" was too strange.

He sighed and said,"In fact, the Sword Eater Patriarch Meng Lian was not originally called the Sword Eater Patriarch.

His previous title was called"Sword Holder".’"

"The mighty sword-wielding master, the great sword-wielding master, the sword-wielding ancestor?"

After hearing Han Lian's words, a series of honorific titles flashed through the minds of the audience. Although they still sounded a little unpleasant, they were more normal.

Honorific titles cannot be changed lightly. This is common sense known to everyone. For a moment, all the audience raised their eyes to look at Han Lian, hoping that he could explain the reason.

Han Lian saw these expressions clearly. He cleared his throat, a somewhat inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and said:"The sword-wielding ancestor Meng Lian was a genius in Wushan swordsmanship 1,200 years ago."

"When he was young, he was extremely intelligent but lively and active. He was known as one of the top three talents in Wushan Sword School, a sword genius who surpassed the founder of the school."

"But unlike other geniuses, this genius loved to play when he was young and did not like to practice."

"Back then, his master had a daughter named Hongxiu, who was his childhood playmate.

The two were similar in talent and had been childhood sweethearts since they were young.

However, because he loved to play, he was always outshined by Hongxiu."

"Even when the Sword Sect was selecting disciples, he attracted the sound of thousands of swords in the Sword Tomb, but he did not select a single sword. Instead, he let the thousands of swords flow and wail.

In this way, he handed over the position of the Wushan Sword Sect's disciple, which was originally within his grasp, to Hongxiu."

"Although Hongxiu was born pretty and delicate, like a beautiful girl from a small family, her personality was the opposite of her appearance.

She was carefree and often played with Meng Lian. She even treated Meng Lian as her younger brother, patting her sword and saying that she would protect Meng Lian."

"Deep down, Meng Lian always had an inexplicable feeling for his senior sister, which he never expressed."

"Wushan Sword Sect itself is located on the steep Wushan Mountain on Xiaoxiang Road. It is almost the front line of foreign invasion. The sword cultivators of Wushan Sword Sect have always regarded their own sect as a frontier. Whenever they enter the celestial realm, they will go out to patrol the area."

"After more than ten years, Hongxiu was still as pretty as ever, and the sword-eating ancestor had grown into a dashing and charming man."

"This sword sect is different from the cultivation world. Usually, after entering the realm of celestial phenomena and forging the natal sword embryo, one will use his own sword to determine his own honorific title. The

Red Sleeve Sword is named"Hong Fu", and Meng Lian, because he refined his own natal sword embryo but did not transform it into a sword, named the sword"Chi Jian"."

"Although this name is a bit strange, it often causes Hongxiu to tease him. Every time at this time, Meng Lian would put on his cynical character and stare at her Hongfu: I don’t have a sword to hold, so you give me your natal sword. Let’s hold one sword, isn’t that the reason for my name"Sword Bearer"?"

"After twenty years, Hongxiu had already reached the Tongyou realm, but Meng Lian was still in the Tianxiang realm.""All the elders in the sect had given up on him, except Hongxiu, who often asked when he would be promoted to a higher realm."

"Every time when this happened, Meng Lian would laugh and tell the other party that it would be over soon.

And when Hong Xiu heard this, she would come over and slap him, and after laughing and scolding him, they would go their separate ways."

"The two of them had already secretly developed feelings for each other, but for some reason, no one knew how to express it."

"Meng Lian had also secretly read a lot of such books, hoping to find some tips. Whenever he was discovered by Hong Xiu, he would tear up the book and eat it, destroying all traces.’"

"Ten years later, Hong Xiu was promoted to Purple Mansion and became the"Hong Fu Great Master". At her Great Master Banquet, countless sects came to congratulate her and proposed to this talented swordsman, but they were all rejected.

She looked at Meng Lian, who was still only at the Butterfly Transformation stage.

His talent was much higher than hers, but his stage was still so low.

Every time she asked, he just said"It's fast" and stopped."

"When Hongfu becomes a powerful person, she will need to guard a border town alone.

Before leaving, the two of them sat together under the moonlight."

"There were thousands of words that could not be said at this moment.

The gap between them had become a chasm."

"Meng Lian still stayed outside the sword tomb, practicing slowly, while Hong Xiu began to guard the border and fight with the aliens."

"Time flies by, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.

After three years, Hong Fu returned to the sword sect from the border, but now her hair has turned white."

"She had always wanted to help Meng Lian advance to a higher realm. After learning about the three-leaf sword grass that could help sword cultivators break through the realm, she came out of seclusion with her sword, but she never expected it to be a trap set by an alien race.

Although she managed to escape from it, she also hurt her own lifespan. She was supposed to live for 500 years, but now she only has 10 years left."

"Seeing Hongxiu's expression, Meng Lian's heart was torn.

He suppressed his anger and murderous intent and stayed by her side. At this moment, the two finally expressed their feelings."

"Do you think that ten years is too long?

For a monk, ten years is just a period of seclusion."

"The two of them resigned from their master and bought a villa in a small town below the Wushan Sword Sect.

They lived like ordinary people, and in the eyes of ordinary neighbors, they were considered a perfect match.

Even the officials in the city, those big shots in their eyes, were very respectful when they saw them."

"But these ten years were too short, and passed by unnoticed.

Although Wushan Sword Sect tried its best to find a way to prolong life, those methods were against the harmony of nature. Hongfu was unwilling to sacrifice her life for his, and eventually passed away.

She died in his arms....."

"And on this day, the entire Xiaoxiang Road’s sky changed."