Chapter 157 [Fool]

"Puchi~~" The long swords pierced through the chests of each of them.

Song Lin's sword did not hesitate at all. The girl's sword also did not retreat at all.

If we are going to die, let’s die together!

At this point in the fight, the two men were completely furious.

After each of them pierced the other's heart with their long swords, they did not stop. Suddenly, they raised their palms together, turned their two fingers into swords, and stabbed at the other's forehead.

This sword pointed.

If they were stabbed at the same time, both of them would definitely die.

ruthless!
This seemingly innocent girl seemed to have a kind of purity like a "sword". Once she became serious, she was no longer as cute as before.

'Boom! '

The sword fingers collided in the air, sparking a sharp sword energy.

The scene was still.

The two looked at each other coldly.

"let go."

"Okay, let's go together."

There was a moment of silence, and they nodded simultaneously.

Song Lin pulled back the sword little by little.

The same is true for young girls.

A ball of blood blossomed on her chest, and her snow-white dress looked like a plum blossom in full bloom in late winter.

A pool of blood also spread from Song Lin's chest, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body.

Such slow motion is ten times more painful than the sword piercing the heart just now.

But the two of them didn't even frown.

It’s like if you frown… even just a little bit, you will lose to the other person.

They all have a strong desire to win.

Pfft~~
Two pools of blood splattered, each splashing on the other's body.

Song Lin and the girl flew back at the same time, and their clasped sword fingers separated.

Neither of them cheated, but they looked at each other warily.

"May I have your name."

Song Lin finally asked the first question seriously.

"Xie Muxue." The girl spoke word by word.

There was no emotion in her eyes as she just looked at him.

"So why are you looking for me?" Song Lin asked.

"I'm not challenging you to a duel of swords."

"Of course I know. You are not looking for me to duel with swords."

"You did it on purpose!" Xie Muxue raised her sword-like eyebrows. Since the fight just now, her pair of crescent-shaped eyebrows have become dashing sword-like eyebrows, and her temperament has completely changed.

"It was intentional." Song Lin nodded honestly.

"Humph!"

Xie Muxue only felt a mouthful of sweet blood rushing to the tip of her tongue.

Sword test stone!
She, Xie Muxue, was the true disciple of Jianzhai and had no rivals among her peers, but one day she was used as a sword-testing stone!
"Hey, are you going to tell it or not?" Song Lin was already a little impatient.

"I will not tell you."

Xie Muxue turned around and left in anger without asking any more questions.

"Ha~"

Song Lin turned around at the same time.

The two men turned their backs to each other and took a few steps each.

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

A stream of blood suddenly flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and he swallowed it carefully.

'It was a close call. I almost lost!'

Song Lin pressed his chest and said to himself.

Of course they were not in a hurry to leave, but they did not want to appear weak in front of each other.

The victory or defeat in this battle is no longer just a matter of strength and cultivation, but a matter of the soul.

Song Lin's injuries were not fully healed.

The sword of the Clown God's Palace had healed the wound on the heart on the surface, but there were still some strands of the God's Palace's Five Elements power like maggots in the tarsal bones. Without rare treasures, it would be difficult to heal in three to five months.

"It's a pity that I was a little too arrogant. I didn't have the chance to ask her what her connection was with the Three Absolute Demons."

And now on the other side.

Xie Muxue had just turned a corner when she suddenly leaned limply against the wall, unable to hold back a mouthful of blood that spurted out.

The front of his shirt was completely dyed red.

"Grandmaster Grandma is right. There really isn't a single good man in this world!"

"It hurts so much." She frowned.

This was the first time in my life that I was hit so hard.

Subsequently.

Wisps of sword light lingered around the heart, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. This girl, as she said, had a very special heart.

"Tongming Jianxin?" A vicissitudes of life voice sounded beside my ears.

The girl looked up subconsciously.

In the alley.

I don't know when a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance and a long sword on his waist was standing there.

Ye Qingyun held a wine gourd in his hand, his eyes slightly surprised.

'Who is this person? '

Xie Muxue's crystal eyes were full of surprise.

'Why did I only notice him when he came up to me?'

Suffered two setbacks in succession.

For the first time, the girl began to doubt her sword heart. She bit her lip and thought to herself: "I must find the sword-crazy uncle as soon as possible and break through the first level of the sword heart realm..."

at the same time.

Song Lin was also looking at a figure fishing near the ferry with a surprised look on his face.

"Senior Sword Chi!"

After the fierce battle just now, all the people at the ferry ran away.

And this person.

But he seemed to have heard nothing and was still sitting on the Diaoyutai.

"you are?"

The figure tilted his head slightly upon hearing this.

It turned out to be Song Lin's second master in this life, the abandoned disciple of Jianzhai, the sword fanatic - Zhao Wuxing.

A strange combination of circumstances.

Song Lin and Xie Muxue, one met a sword maniac and the other met Ye Qingyun.

But they each met the person the other was looking for.

-

Cross the River of Oblivion.

A remote courtyard.

Sword fanatic Zhao Wuxing threw a roll of fine cloth to Song Lin and said with a smile: "You said you were an old friend of Yang's Qilinzi, and he recommended you to learn sword from me?"

"Yes, senior."

Song Lin used fine cloth as a bandage and carefully wrapped it around his chest again and again.

The sword wound caused by Xie Muxue affected his old injury, making it more serious than he had imagined.

"As far as I know, that kid has only been on the road for a month. Where did you meet him?" Zhao Wuxing's expression was indifferent, and the smile on his face faded little by little.

A pressure came along.

The pressure this sword maniac, who had not yet reached the level of the Divine Palace, gave him seemed to be even stronger than that of the Divine Palace.

"At the Hundred Flowers Dang."

Song Lin was neither humble nor arrogant when he heard this, and said, "At that time, Young Master Yang broke into the Baihua Gang to inquire about Senior Li Yixiu's news. After he left, I happened to pass by. In a sword fight, I admitted that I was defeated, but we also admired each other. Later, I learned sword skills from him."

These words gradually dispelled Zhao Wuxing's doubts.

That was Song Lin's personal experience, so of course he could describe it in every detail.

"Oh?"

When Zhao Wuxing heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He asked, "He also taught you swordsmanship?"

"Yes."

Song Lin nodded and began to make up a story, "Later, I fought with Young Master Yang for several days, and I always lost. Seeing that I was obsessed with swordsmanship, Young Master Yang taught me a sword technique. He said: 'If you can learn it just by looking at it, you can go find the sword fanatic Zhao Wuxing and learn the true teachings.'"

"Why did he teach you?" Zhao Wuxing asked again.

"Young Master Yang said that he actually did not learn the true skills of this sword back then. That's why he recommended the younger generation to find the seniors to give it a try." Song Lin replied.

"Oh? That kid thinks highly of you?"

Zhao Wuxing smiled and said nothing. "How about trying a few sword moves?"

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Song Lin drew his sword.

Suddenly, the courtyard was filled with sword lights. The continuous sword energy seemed chaotic and disorganized, but it gave people a feeling of being ahead of the times.

A few moments.

The sword light converged.

Song Lin held the hilt of the sword in reverse and said, "Senior, how is my swordsmanship?"

"stupid."

"Fool!"

Zhao Wuxing's evaluation was as expected, very low, but a hint of smile reappeared on his face.

In fact, the two of them were fighting at the ferry just now.

How could he not know?

It's just that I don't want to see some people.

Song Lin also laughed.

With one tenth of his sword skills, he naturally deserves this evaluation.

But the more so.

He became happier instead.

because.

This is the sword he wants to learn.

It was just like how Feng Qingyang taught Linghu Chong back then.

When Song Lin lost all his talent in swordsmanship, he realized that the sword of the sword maniac was not suitable for the gifted Yang Tianrui. This was a sword for mortals, a very pure sword.

Sword fanatic Zhao Wuxing.

After being trapped in the divine palace for a lifetime, with no way out, he created this sword.

A sword suitable for mortal Han Qing to learn!

"You can let me teach you swordsmanship, but there is a condition." Zhao Wuxing said at this time.

"Master, please speak."

Song Linban was bowing.

"Don't call me Master, I don't accept disciples."

Zhao Wuxing shook his head and said, "If you want to learn my sword, you must not have any connection with the people in Jianzhai in your life. Can you do it?"

"of course can!"

Song Lin's answer was resounding.

He doesn't like Jianzhai.

No matter Yang Tianrui's identity or the current Han Qing, he doesn't like it.

"Well, watch!"

Zhao Wuxing laughed loudly, suddenly picked up the broom on the ground, and stabbed at Song Lin with a "sword".

Ding Ding Dang~~
The sword lights intersected, and the two figures tumbled, each performing the "sword way" in their hearts.

For a sword fanatic, the skill of sword lies in practice, not in enlightenment.

If you treat it as an ordinary sword technique, you may never be able to learn its true teachings in your lifetime. Just like when he was still 'Yang Tianrui'...

After a while.

The sword light suddenly subsided.

Song Lin stood there in a daze, looking at the piece of broom on his shoulder.

He lost.

He lost very easily, just like Jiang Yu'er and Xu Ruobai had faced him before.

"Continue?" Zhao Wuxing asked with a smile.

"it is good!"

Thereafter.

Song Lin practiced sword with Zhao Wuxing every day.

Defeated from the very beginning.

Later, I gradually persisted until I could do ten swords, fifteen swords, twenty swords...

He is making progress.

Although he lost Yu Chi Jianxin's talent in swordsmanship, he made incredible progress in swordsmanship.

This is certainly not because of Han Qing, nor because of the Three Absolute Demonic Species.

But because.

The sword of a sword maniac... is so special.

This is a mortal sword.

Song Lin learned the true skills of swordsmanship from a master in an ordinary courtyard.

And at this time.

Xie Muyun, the real successor of Jianzhai, was walking on the street in a daze.

Compared to Song Lin, she did not have such an experience.

On the day.

Ye Qingyun just glanced at her, then left, shaking his wine gourd. It seemed that nothing in this world, even the sword seed with the "transparent sword heart", could move his heart.

This middle-aged man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life seemed to have no desires and demands. Every day, apart from going to Wangchuan Tower to drink, he would go to Baihua Dock to take a look.

There lived a courtesan who played the zither very well.

Every morning, she would sing on the bow of the boat, "In the early winter, peach trees were planted in the courtyard... The leaves have fallen and turned into dust... When the new snow comes, I bury a few pots of old wine... I hope you will come back and drink with me..."

Drinking wine and leaning against the wall.

From time to time, a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

That was her favorite song back then.

Ye Qingyun always just watched from a distance.

Never disturbed.

Because he knew that she was not her.

"I have passed by the falling geese and bamboos, and watched the moon rise and the sun set. You said that one day, you would become famous and realize your ambitions... Then I would bow my head and tie the new tassels on your sword... I didn't hear your wish clearly..." The girl at the bow of the boat had already noticed the haggard man.

A man full of stories, a man who makes people feel a little distressed.

November 11th.

The armies of the Heaven and Earth Alliance are approaching.

Countless members of the Tiandi Alliance, dressed in robes of the sun, moon and stars, came from Minjiang, Qinghe and Jiuquan.

The ferry crossings at the Black Water Ocean were crowded with people.

Tiandi Alliance - the troops are heading straight for Longjing Island.

It is a huge group of islands.

At this time, every step was filled with soldiers, chivalrous men from far away and various gangs. Thousands of ships were docked at the coast, as if they had assembled an invincible sea army.

Most of these people come from the Black Water Ocean.

They wanted to make a living in the Black Water Ocean, but they didn't want to be dogs for the Heaven and Earth Alliance. They also wanted to gain their own interests in this dispute and redistribute their power and territory.

Then we can only fight!
There is never a shortage of brave men in this world. Today they want to try whether they can bite off a piece of meat from the Tiandi Alliance and drink their fill of blood!

At this moment.

Ye Qingyun was still drinking at Wangchuan Ferry, uninterested in the disputes in the martial arts world.

Xie Muxue walked aimlessly on the street, passing by groups of fast-running members of the Tiandi Alliance.

Song Lin was practicing sword in a remote courtyard.

He chopped at a wooden stake again and again, as if he was competing with the air.

That time and that moment.

But someone broke this hard-earned tranquility.

"Young man, may I ask if sword fanatic Zhao Wuxing can stay here?"

An old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the young man in the yard with a smile.

behind him.

Following him was a young boy who was also about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was carrying a heavy sword as tall as a person, like a door panel, but he did not look tired at all.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Song Lin stopped and asked with a frown.

There seemed to be a trace of confusion between his brows.

"Are you practicing swordplay?"

The old man laughed and said, "Young man, this is not how you practice sword fighting..."

But he did not answer Song Lin's question.

That condescending attitude is really unpleasant.

"Is it?"

Song Lin's gaze suddenly paused.

It fell on the old man's waist.

There is a sword there.

A soft sword wrapped around a belt, with a jade buckle and handle.

Silently.

Lines of figures wearing dark robes embroidered with the sun, moon and stars looked indifferently at Song Lin in the courtyard. There was also a sword fanatic sitting on the windowsill with a calm face - Zhao Wuxing.

"Greetings, Lord November!"

Dozens of Tiandi Alliance members who had at least Gangqi cultivation level knelt on one knee and faced the smiling old man.

November.

Lord.

It is said that the Tiandi League has 360 altars, and the master of each altar is a master from the Divine Palace.

among them.

The first day of every month is the general altar for the whole month and is held to honor the master.

It is in the Ming Dynasty.

The multiple branch altars such as February 2, March 3, and April 4 are also the best in the Divine Mansion Realm, and their identities are secret.

It is in darkness.

It is unknown whether the current Tiandi Alliance can gather this number.

But its momentum to sweep the world has already started.

This was the world three thousand years ago.

A turbulent era.

In this era, divine palaces do not seem to be rare.

"My dear nephew, I haven't seen you for many years. Are you doing well?"

The old man smiled and looked at Zhao Wuxing in the window.

"Green Jade Sword—Zhao Tianya."

Zhao Wuxing sat in front of the window, looking at the man, his eyes as calm as a deep spring.

Both have the surname Zhao.

He had no respect for this man at all, nor did he show any intention of standing up.

(End of this chapter)