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Chapter 643 The Story of the Sword

"Ah? Are you kidding me? Why do I feel like you're talking nonsense?"

The Ninth Princess widened her eyes and said in shock, "Can there be so many formations hidden in this plum blossom forest? I don't believe it."

"How could there be such a large area here? Even if those formations were stacked together, they wouldn't be able to accommodate that much, right?"

Xiang Nan smiled and said, "Every flower and grass can be used as formations. The large formations you understand must be large formations with a diameter of 100 meters or even a thousand meters."

"However, the grand formation here is not limited to its diameter. Instead, it is limited by its power."

Xiang Nan plucked a small grass from the ground and said, "But there are thirteen formations hidden within this grass. Princess, do you believe me?"

"I don't believe it." The Ninth Princess shook her head repeatedly.

Xiang Nan smiled faintly. He placed the grass in front of him, and then shot out a ray of light with his left hand, illuminating the grass. After the light penetrated the grass, it projected onto the ground, revealing the projection of a ring formation!

The expression of the Ninth Princess changed drastically, and the five experts beside her also took a few steps back in fright.

Xiang Nan held the grass and smiled, "This method of setting up formations is extremely brilliant. If it weren't for the fact that the Profound Dao Realm had reached a certain level, it would definitely not have been possible to do so."

"Throughout the world, those who can do this are all rare existences."

Pa pa pa!

Suddenly, a clapping sound appeared in front of him. The little boy clapped his hands and shouted, " Young Master you have good eyesight! You are one of the few people who can discover the formation here."

"Your Highness," The little boy looked at the princess and said, "We, Mr. Rihua, said that he won't see any guests. Please go back."

The Ninth Princess was stunned when she heard this. She hurriedly said, "Have you ever indicated my identity? I am the Ninth Princess of the The Haotian Empire !"

The little boy said, "I mentioned your identity. Our Mr. Rihua said that he is missing."

Everyone panicked.

The Ninth Princess said, "Please tell me that I have something important to ask."

What should we do? Not to mention begging for words, in the end, if he couldn't even see Mr. Rihua, wouldn't he lose this round?

The Ninth Princess had never expected that with her high status, Mr. Rihua would not even see her?

"No need." The little boy shook his head, "If we, Mr. Rihua, refuse to meet a guest, then even if the sky falls, you will not be able to see it."

"This … what should we do?" The Ninth Princess was so anxious that she almost cried out.

In the past, no matter what she wanted to do, as long as she revealed her identity, she would naturally succeed.

He didn't expect that he would encounter such a soft-hearted fellow today. He actually dared not to give face to this princess.

Xiang Nan smiled and said, "Your Highness, don't worry."

"Little child." Xiang Nan looked at the boy and said, "Do you have a sword in your hand?"

"Yes." The little boy didn't know where to touch it, but he took out a silver sword that was about a meter long.

"Can I use a martial sword?" Xiang Nan asked.

The child thought it was interesting and hurriedly tossed the silver sword to Xiang Nan. He happily clapped his hands and said, "Alright, alright, hurry up and fight."

Xiang Nan took the silver sword and blinked at the princess. Then, he took three steps forward and began to fight in the open space.

The Ninth Princess and the others looked at each other, not knowing what Xiang Nan was up to.

The Ninth Princess thought to herself. Could it be that Xiang Ru was planning to launch a sneak attack and stab the child to death before we directly barge in?

It wasn't impossible to do so, but it was just a bit too cruel.

But gradually, everyone's mood changed as they watched Xiang Nan dance the sword.

It was as if everyone had seen a story from Xiang Nan's swordsmanship.

This statement was ridiculous in itself, making the Ninth Princess think that she was thinking too much.

This was Xiang Nan's "rhyme".

Rhyme could exist in anything, using everything as a carrier, and swordsmanship was naturally one of them.

He saw Xiang Nanteng jump, glide horizontally, sprint longitudinally, the silver sword slanted upwards, slashed downwards, and stabbed forward horizontally, incomparably agile.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Xiang Nan was no longer playing a set of swordsmanship. Instead, he was using swordsmanship as a language to tell a beautiful story.

Xiang Nan and the sword merged into one, transforming into a wisp of silver, a ball of silver light, shuttling back and forth in the plum blossom forest.

The plum blossoms on the trees also fell one after another, and along with Xiang Nan's sword breeze, they formed a long string of beautiful colors in the air.

At first, Xiang Nan only wanted to show off his brilliant methods and hide his charm in his swordsmanship.

However, as he put more and more effort into his martial arts, he completely threw himself into it.

Gradually, a sense of sadness rose in his heart.

He had merged all of his insights from his previous life and his feelings for humanity into that sword art.

In his heart, there were many leisurely voices that were executed with sword techniques.

'"The Great Thousand Worlds are north, south, west, east. Three-inch tongue six-sided platform Yongle's life. The paper fan gently shakes and talks about the world. Spring breeze, autumn rain, winter snow breeze, leaving behind residual lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. Looking coldly at the floating life like a dream and turning into a dragon …"

"After crossing the Three Rivers and Six Rivers, I'm accustomed to seeing the red lights, the red wine, and the cold world. What I earn is more, and what I earn is less …"

Everyone was intoxicated by the sight, drunk, dreaming, waking up, and living.

It was as if there was a world hidden within Xiang Nan's swordsmanship. There were joys and sorrows in that world, as well as joy and sorrow.

Even the little boy's face was filled with tears. He didn't know why he shed tears, but he felt sorrowful in his heart. An indistinct comprehension surfaced in his heart.

Ninth Princess and the others didn't know when Xiang Nan stopped. By the time they reacted, Xiang Nan had already carried the silver sword on his back and looked at the sky blankly.

The Ninth Princess took a deep breath and rubbed the tears at the corner of her eyes. She had a sad dream and just woke up from it.

At this moment, an aged voice suddenly came from afar.

"Good, good, good."

"Little friend, this set of swordsmanship tells us everything about the surging mortal world. Everything in this world is truly impressive."

"Tong'er, bring this little friend to see me. I only see him alone."

At this point, the voice broke.

The little boy happily took the silver sword from Xiang Nan and said, "Young master, please follow me. Our husband is willing to see you."

Xiang Nan nodded with a smile and said to the Ninth Princess, "Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will definitely bring out the words."

Seeing Xiang Nan and the little boy leave, the Ninth Princess and the others were stunned.

Lonemoon sighed, "Young Master Xiang is not a mortal. He can actually use a set of sword techniques to talk to Mr. Rihua."

"Yes." The princess nodded her head in disappointment. "I feel that we are not on the same level as him," she said.

Within the plum blossom forest, there was a field and a straw house on the ground.

An old man with crane-haired and childish complexion and a face that was as still as water sat on a couch in front of the thatched cottage, looking at the field with ease in his heart.

And what was planted in that field was not some magical herb, it was just some of the most common fruits and vegetables, that was all.

Xiang Nan cupped his fists at Mr. Rihua and said, "Mr. Rihua is so elegant."

Mr. Rihua glanced at Xiang Nan and smiled, "Little friend, where did the martial swordsmanship from before come from?"

Xiang Nan said, "I feel something."

Mr. Rihua nodded his head and praised, "What a feeling."