Chapter Fifty-Six: Success or Failure Turning Heads (Ten)
The fish harrier endured the pain, revealed a bitter smile, and said, "You and I are already on other people's boards now, can we still struggle?" Life and death are not a big deal, and you and I will not necessarily die. My master has shown me the picture and calculated his fate, and I can live to be ninety years old, and I will have children and grandchildren. You say I'm not married yet to beg for a wife, how can I die? ”
Dao Qingfeng nodded and said, "You yourself must be very lonely and bored here, since you and I are both fallen people in the end of the world, then I will miss my Buddha's compassion and stay with you, I don't know what you think?" ”
The fish harrier smiled and said, "There are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for my confidant, but fortunately I only broke a few altars of wine." God treated me not thinly, although I was injured, but it was not serious. drink? That's no problem, today we're going to have a drink. He grabbed a pot of bad wine, slapped the altar seal, and looked up to take a sip, as if only he and Dao Qingfeng were left in this inn.
Dao Qingfeng also picked up a pot of wine and drank happily with the fish harrier, like two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time. It was as if they had already forgotten the dangers in front of them.
The Three Saints of the Western Regions looked at each other and looked at several young people inside the inn. The Kendo man smiled, his attention still on the beggar.
The beggar looked at the four young people in front of him, and suddenly thought of himself, of the woman in his heart. Every time I think of her, my heart tingles. He leaned slowly against the wall, reached out and opened a pot of wine and drank it slowly, like a scruffy drunkard. No one paid attention to him, and no one cared about him. He is like a rootless duckweed floating between heaven and earth. It was as if he were going to get himself drunk, and perhaps, only by drinking, he could prove that he was alive.
It was as if he wanted to forget all this, but the figure of the woman appeared in front of him unconsciously.
The ghost saber's face was even more ugly, his heart was tingling and spasming, he had heard the sound of his teeth fighting, his fists clenched. He wanted to go forward to stop the sword Qingfeng, but he was tightly held by Qiu Ziyi. Qiu Ziyi looked at the fish harrier and the knife Qingfeng, with a victorious smile on his face, and said, "Since the two of you have such a Yaxing, we are not bothered, so we will go first." On the day of our big wedding, we will definitely send invitations to the two of us, and when the time comes, we must go to the God King's Yu to drink a cup of happy wine. If so, then there will be a period later. ”
After saying that, Qiu Ziyi pulled up the ghost saber and walked towards the door. Ghost Sabre's eyes stared at The Blade Breeze, but the Blade Breeze acted as if nothing had happened. Her world seemed to be left with only the altar of bad wine in her hand.
A strong wind blew through, but the door of the inn suddenly closed, isolating everything from the outside world, and also stopping the ghost saber and autumn purple clothes in the inn.
The Kendo man drank a glass of wine, coughed twice, and opened his mouth to the ghost saber: "Jiuwen Shenye Qinqi, Calligraphy, Painting and Sword have a fairly high attainment, and they are even at the top of the Three Masters of the Jianghu, although the poor Dao has been friends with him for decades, he wants to learn the teachings but cannot." Today, I have the opportunity to meet with you two people here, and it is always heaven that treats me poorly. Today, the poor Dao will come to understand how about your God King Yu's sword technique? ”
The ghost saber looked at the kendo man, and a look of pride appeared on a whitish and somewhat morbid face. A long sword in his hand exudes a breathless momentum in the world where others are not worthy of using a sword.
Ghost Sabre's forehead was already oozing a little bead of sweat, and he looked down and said darkly, "This is his naked challenge." If you fight yourself, you don't even have a 10% certainty of victory, which will throw away the god's decades of fame. If you should not fight, but ask others to gossip, thinking that the god king Yu is a coward, the name of the god master will also be humiliated. ”
Ghost Sabre was caught in a dilemma and didn't know how to deal with it. He wanted Dao Qingfeng to help him come up with ideas, but Dao Qingfeng was still intoxicated by the bad wine.
The ghost saber sighed lightly and said, "The divine master only regards the qinqi, chess, calligraphy, painting and sword as a pleasure in life, and does not want to call it a capital to show off, let alone to be entangled in the disputes between the rivers and lakes." I practiced sword with the god, but I just learned a dime, and learning swords is just to strengthen the body and protect myself. After all, the Kendo people were the senior people of the predecessors, the sword law was the best in the world, it was a school of its own, and how could the sword law of the Divine King Yu be compared? ”
The ghost saber had only a few words, and the meaning of praise was overflowing. First of all, he commented on the Divine Master's sword method, and then laughed at his own martial arts, and then he praised the kendo people to the heavens, even if the kendo people refused to give up, they had to force themselves to shoot, even if they lost, they would not lose the face of the god.
But he still didn't want the Kendo man to take a shot. Losing, after all, is not too glorious a thing.
Qiu Ziyi looked at the kendo man and listened to the words of the ghost saber, as if she had lit a powder keg again, she pointed at the kendo man's nose, like a tough village woman, "Do you really think that your sword technique is the best in the world?" My master's piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and sword, everything is resounding. You are shrunk between the ghost realms, and you are like a frog at the bottom of the well. ”
The ghost saber wanted to stop Qiu Ziyi but found out that it was too late, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. With an embarrassed smile on his face, he held his fist and said, "Little Sister's words collide, and she also asks the Daoist to cover it." ”
Originally, I thought that the kendo man should not be able to shoot, but Qiu Ziyi's words were like a fuse.
The kendo man did not pay attention to Qiu Ziyi, but gently stroked his own long sword, as if touching his lover's face, a cold sword qi struck solemnly, "Thousands of wearing horse farts are not worn, but your horse ass today is patted on the horse's leg, and I hate it most when others use swordplay to compliment you." The kendo man looked at the door of the inn and continued, "Since I am a frog at the bottom of the well, let me see how big the sky outside the well is, how?" If you can catch one of my moves, then you can safely walk out of this inn, otherwise, it is difficult for me to imagine what your fate will be like today. ”
Although the words of the Kendo people were not holy wills, there was no room for negotiation. The ghost saber can only face, not escape. He's not a hero, but he's not a bear coward either.
The beggar listened to their conversation, but his eyes looked at the ghost saber, and he thought to himself, "I am afraid that there are not many people in the jianghu who can catch the three moves of the kendo people." Even if the ghost saber is practiced for another ten years and eight years, it may not be able to win a move and a half. ”
But he still did not stop him, he reached out and grabbed a pot of wine at his feet, and drank the wine in one gulp, as if only wine could prove that he was alive.
The knife breeze and the fish harrier also stopped the wine in their hands in an instant, and a good play was about to sound the gong. No one would want to give up such a good opportunity. Kendo man is a sword master in the world, and although his reputation is not as good as that of the sword god Snow Eagle, he can definitely rank among the top three kendo. Although the ghost saber is fledgling, it is also inherited by the gods, which can be described as a school of its own.
The Four Saints of the Ghost Dragon are naturally still respected by the Kendo people. The leprosy lama and the other three also wanted to really see the kendo man's shot.
The ghost saber breathed a long sigh of relief, he knew that he could not hide from today's disaster, and since he could not hide it, he had to face it bravely. Since he can't escape, he will face it bravely, this is the truth that God Has told him since he was a child.
He didn't take any blade in his hand and said, "Since this is the case, I can't hide if I want to." Then it is better to be respectful than to obey orders, so as not to refute your face and damage the name of god. I accept your challenge today on behalf of the God King. ”
The Kendo man saw that the ghost saber did not take the blade, but only used a pair of flesh palms to pick up his own three moves, and his heart was inevitably shocked. I am afraid that few people on the rivers and lakes dare to do so, even if the god is standing in front of him, it seems that he will not be so careless, it is really the so-called "newborn calf is not afraid of tigers." The Kendo people have some admiration for the Ghost Saber.
The Kendo people knew that the ghost saber had the heart of death. Knowing that you can't do it, you can always be worthy of God.
The sword in the kendo man's hand flicked slightly, and the sound of the sword sounded like a dragon groan, and he said" "Be careful." Before the words were finished, the sword was out, this sword was very ordinary, the sword was not fast, like an old woman with a foot-bound waddling walk. The kendo man's wrist trembled, but the very ordinary sword transformed into a hundred thousand sword rays, covering your predecessor, like a poisonous snake approaching.
The ghost saber had already seen the eyes, with three points of truth in the void, and seven points of truth in the truth, let alone which sword in the sword light was virtual and which sword was real. Ghost Sabre's forehead was already oozing sweat, and he took two steps back. Although sitting and waiting for death is not his personality, he has more than enough and is not strong enough at this time.
He simply closed his eyes, as if he had given his life to someone else.
A strong sword wind struck, the killing qi was approaching, and death was in front of it.
The ghost saber seemed to hear a "shot" and suddenly felt a powerful external force passing through the body. The right hand suddenly struck, and his hand actually grasped the kendo man's long sword, and blood flowed from between his fingers.
The Kendo man's already somewhat morbid pale face was not even a little bloody, and he really did not expect that the Ghost Saber would grasp his own sword with his own flesh. There were no less than a hundred jianghu masters who died under this long sword, but none of them could achieve such a desperate fight as the ghost saber.
Everyone in the inn was already stunned, there were not many people in the jianghu who could block the sword of the kendo man, and they did not expect that a fledgling boy could catch this sword.
The leprosy lama and a few other people were also wide-eyed, and the kendo man's sword method crowned the ghost domain, even if the seven lamas under the living Buddha's seat joined forces, they might not be able to win. Today, this hairy boy actually caught this sword.
The entire inn seemed to have been frozen in this instant.
The knife breeze suddenly became agitated, and it seemed to wake up from drunkenness. She grabbed the corner of her clothes with her left hand, and with her right hand, she gently swung the knife and cut off a piece of the corner of her clothes. She walked over to the ghost saber, tears already in her eyes, reflecting the face that was red from wine, like a red apple with dewdrops.
She took out her sword to separate the kendo man's sword, and gently lifted the wounded hand of the ghost saber. The kendo man's sword seemed to pierce the bottom of her heart. She seemed to feel that her heart seemed to be dripping blood. The knife Breeze gently applied the golden sore medicine to him, and gently bandaged the wound with the cut strip of cloth.
Qiu Ziyi tried to step forward to stop the sword Qingfeng, but the Luohan stick in the hands of the bitter monk stopped her. Qiu Ziyi looked at the bitter monk viciously, eager to twist his head off and kick the ball. She knew that her martial arts were not the opponents of the bitter monks at all, so she could only look at the sword qingfeng with resentment.
The kendo man didn't say a word, there were no words that could express his feelings at this moment.
The ghost saber was very polite, holding his fist and giving a salute: "The kendo people are merciful, deliberately letting the juniors have a horse, and the juniors are grateful." The Ghost Sabre pushed back the sword he had won back to the Kendo man, and he originally wanted to get rid of the Kendo man's entanglement quickly, so as not to fall into a dilemma.
The Kendo Man nodded, "You have already taken my sword, and I can also fulfill my promise to let you leave safely." But I wanted to really see the Divine Master's sword technique. The remaining two swords are still indispensable. The kendo man's tone was dignified and forced.
Although the ghost sabre had already won one of his swords, he was a fluke. If the two swords were fighting, he didn't even have the slightest certainty of victory. But the jianghu is a place where the weak eat the strong, and if you want to keep yourself alive, you have to defeat people who are stronger than you.
Dao Qingfeng handed the sword in his hand to the ghost saber and said, "Although the sword is not as light and agile as the sword, it is also stable." This knife is the blade that my father used to use when he walked the rivers and lakes, so I will borrow it from you for the time being. The sword Qingfeng pressed against his ear and said, "The Kendo man made his debut, and few people can catch his sword." Although you are lucky, his face cannot be hung. The second move is not only to embarrass you, but also to use more vicious moves against you. You have to be careful. ”
Although Sword Qingfeng whispered in his ear, the Kendo people had already heard her words. There was no change on his face, just waiting for the ghost saber to strike.
The ghost saber also knew this, but he was powerless to hide, and could only harden his scalp to pick up his second move. The hand of the knife Breeze gently clapped his hand, but the ghost saber had a feeling of spring wind blowing, and that feeling was gentle and warm.
Qiu Ziyi's nose was almost distorted, and she pushed away the bitter monk's Arhat stick with all her strength, snatched the sword in the hands of the leper lama, and squeezed the sword Qingfeng aside in a huff, saying, "This is not life and death, let alone Qingqing me." Qiu Ziyi also handed the sword to the ghost saber and said, "This sword is also the blade of Master Shenye's soldiers who broke into the rivers and lakes in those years." He wanted to see the sword technique of our God King Yu, but he did not see the sword technique of your sword master, so naturally he wanted to use our sword. In the end, do we, the people of God King Yu, still have to use the power of your sword family to solve things when they encounter things? ”
The ghost saber looked at two people, one was a sister who grew up with him, not far away. One is someone he likes. He naturally hoped that the two people could get along well. If he said that he was a balance, then Dao Qingfeng and Qiu Ziyi were two hammers, and he didn't know who he preferred more, because both of them were very important to him.
The Ghost Sabre was a wise man, and to balance this kind of thing, he took the sword in his left hand and held the sword in his right hand, and he said to the Kendo man, "Since you want to see the sword technique of the Divine Master, I will follow your wishes." By the way, let you see the sword master's sword technique, you have come from the ghost domain this time, it is not in vain. ”
Although the ghost saber and the sword Qingfeng did not get along for a long time, they would also have swords to learn every day, and he naturally learned some sword techniques with the sword Qingfeng.
The kendo man suddenly felt funny, and a bleak laugh flowed from his face, the ghost saber would be bare-handed, and then the sword would merge, I really didn't know what he was thinking in his head. Since the Divine Master and the Sword Master were among the fifteen masters of the jianghu, the sword technique was completely natural, and it was not impossible to see it.
Even the first-class masters of the jianghu rarely use two different blades against the enemy at the same time.
The wine, the beggar seemed to have drunk a lot, the confused one seemed to have fallen asleep, as if he had forgotten all this. Maybe he was too tired, he really fell asleep, and a pot of wine next to him rolled out. Everything that happened in the inn seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was a downcast beggar, a man on the edge of the jianghu.
The Kendo man spoke, "The second move." After saying that, the tiptoe touched the ground, the body leaned forward, spinning in mid-air, but the long sword in his hand did not pierce out, he was like a sword, a strong internal force attacked the face. The ghost saber's nose had begun to bleed, and he was already surrounded by this internal force. Although the sword was in hand, it seemed to outsiders to be majestic, but how could it rival the deep internal strength of the kendo people. He luckily grasped one of his swords, but this second move was unable to cope. This is no longer a collision of swords, but a confrontation of internal forces.
If the Divine Master or the Sword Master were here, it would naturally not be a problem to catch the Kendo Man's move. However, the Ghost Saber was young after all, and the internal force cultivation naturally could not be compared with the Kendo people.
The ghost saber stepped back but took two steps to open the horse, and suddenly he felt a hand grab his ankle, and suddenly he heard the words "Calm and concentrate, and the qi is concentrated in the dantian." The sound was thick, as if it were coming from nine days away. The ghost saber did not think too much, just according to the words, calm breath concentration, qi concentrated in the dantian, felt a powerful true qi fill the whole body, the body suddenly felt much more relaxed, the energy also felt exuberant, and even less felt the existence of the internal force of the kendo man.
The long sword in the kendo man's hand was invisibly pierced, and he himself was like a fast sword, and there was a sword in the sword, which was invincible. The ghost saber's bright eyes saw his sword clearly, and the sword stabbed straight through like a spirit snake. The ghost saber shielded his chest with his sword in his hand, raised his sword in his left hand, and went straight to the sword of the kendo man.
The two swords intersected, the two internal forces collided, and with a sound of "Dang", the two swords were broken.