Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 669: 290 Hidden Sword Hermit_3

Chapter 669: Chapter 290 Hidden Sword Hermit_3

“The news about the Xinghai Relic Sand Iron had leaked out, and Hero Ji protected it all the way, but alas, one man’s strength is no match for many.

“After making it to the Ziyang Escort Agency, in the end, he could not sustain any longer… and passed away.”

As the Hidden Sword Hermit was about to reach for the Xinghai Relic Sand Iron, his fingers twitched slightly upon hearing these words.

He turned back to look at Su Mo: “Passed away? Died?”

“Died.”

Su Mo nodded.

The Hidden Sword Hermit fell silent, then turned to look at the Xinghai Relic Sand Iron again. The delighted look in his eyes suddenly turned to one of distaste.

After a long while, he let out a breath:

“Since the news has leaked, I suppose it wasn’t easy for you all to get here, was it?”

“It was manageable.”

Su Mo replied with a slight smile: “We had some friends who helped with many matters, which allowed us to arrive safely.”

“…Not worth it.”

Muttered the Hidden Sword Hermit, but then he slapped his face and closed the lid of the box, hugging it in his arms:

“Alright, I’ll accept this item, thanks to you all.

“Well, it’s getting late now, so I won’t keep you any longer. You may do as you please.”

Zhen Xiaoxiao, who was holding a bowl and waiting for a meal, was suddenly wide-eyed; no more food to eat?

Hu Sandao and Xu Lu looked at each other, equally perplexed.

Su Mo said with a smile:

“How can you do this, since we’ve come from afar? As it’s already getting dark, why not offer us a night’s stay? Why be so unkind?”

“That’s… true.”

Upon hearing this, the Hidden Sword Hermit nodded:

“Alright then, I’ll let you stay the night, make you a meal, and after you’ve eaten, leave first thing tomorrow morning. I don’t like having strangers around here…”

After he finished speaking, he carried the box into his thatched house and casually closed the door behind him.

Soon after, smoke rose gently – he was cooking rice.

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged glances, both with a hint of something unusual in their eyes.

Yet neither of them spoke.

Zhen Xiaoxiao, holding a large bowl, asked everyone if they wanted to eat.

Naturally, no one competed with her, so she sat in the corner with the large bowl and began to eat.

Hu Sandao and Xu Lu gathered together, pointing and commenting on the surrounding scenery.

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun huddled together, whispering idle chatter.

Casually flipping through the system page.

[Mission: Deliver the strange iron to Hidden Sword Hut and hand it over to the Hidden Sword Hermit. (Completed)]

[Reward: Being calculated…]

The meals prepared by the Hidden Sword Hermit were quickly made and, unexpectedly, were quite exquisite. A full table that was quite appetizing.

This was in stark contrast to his robust appearance.

He busied himself asking everyone to start eating, and then after thinking for a moment, he left the table for a while, returning with two jugs of wine covered in mud.

He removed the clay seal, found a few wine bowls, and poured wine for everyone.

“These two jugs of wine were originally intended for Ji Shuhua, but in the end, he turns out to be someone who can’t enjoy them.”

The Hidden Sword Hermit looked at the wine in the bowl, the not-so-clear liquor reflecting a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Yet he laughed it off: “I’ll drink to honor you first!”

After finishing the wine in his bowl in one go, it was clear he wasn’t toasting those present.

He immediately poured himself another bowl: “Thanks, everyone, for the hard journey, helping him deliver this item over here…

“Hey, speaking of which, I still haven’t asked, how did he come by this item?”

Su Mo put down his wine bowl:

“Hero Ji came to our Ziyang Escort Agency at the brink of death, and he didn’t explain who he got the item from.

“He only mentioned that he met an old friend in the mountains who enjoyed traveling and exploring.

“This friend found the item in a hidden place and gave it to Hero Ji to pass to the Hermit.

“Afterward, I learned from others that Hero Ji got this Xinghai Relic Sand Iron from Sihai Cloud Traveler, Hero Leng Tianyun.”

“…”

The Hidden Sword Hermit nodded: “I see. But it was too careless. How could such a matter become known to everyone?”

“Yes.”

Su Mo nodded: “Indeed, not careful enough… Well, since the Hermit is aware of this Xinghai Relic Sand Iron, may I ask, there’s a rumor in Jianghu that the Heavenly Slaughter Sword, one of the Ten Great Swords, was forged from it. Is this true or not?”

“It’s true.”

The Hidden Sword Hermit nodded and looked at Su Mo with a hint of surprise:

“You actually know about the Ten Great Swords?”

“I, Su Mo, am ill-informed and have only heard of two of them so far.

“One Heavenly Slaughter, one Longing.”

“Longing…”

The Hidden Sword Hermit shook his head and laughed: “Longing is a form of poison, ‘though the robe becomes wider, no regret is found; all for one’s lover, one wastes away…’ Before you know it, the poison has reached deep, and it’s too late to recover.

“Heavenly Slaughter is downright deadly; that sword’s murderous aura is so heavy, even the heavens wish to kill, who could stop it? Thus, whenever the Heavenly Slaughter appears, someone will surely die because of it… Of course, the person holding the Heavenly Slaughter itself is certainly doomed.

“Neither are good items, if not for the fact that among these Ten Great Swords, there are still two that are decent, they might as well be called the ‘Ten Evil Swords’.

“Great Swords… famous, huh?

“Asking around, those who know of the Ten Great Swords are probably just a few good-for-nothing blacksmiths.”

As he said this, Su Mo noticed that the man had gotten drunk.

He had no telltale signs on his face, perhaps because it was dark?

But his eyes were completely blurred.

He glanced at the wine bowl in the Hidden Sword Hermit’s hand; if he remembered correctly… he had only drunk two bowls.

After getting drunk, the Hidden Sword Hermit began to talk more.

But what he said was all over the place, sometimes belting out a song, other times babbling nonsense, and by the end, he even had a fit of drunken fury.

Waving a wine jug aimlessly, he stumbled and fell, then curled up in a corner of the hut.

His eyes blurred with tears, he murmured to himself:

“This wine… is so spicy.”

Su Mo fell silent for a moment, then went over to help him up and took him to bed to rest.

Returning to the dining table, he picked up a wine bowl, took a sip, and nodded lightly:

“Indeed, very spicy.”