Chapter 68 The grievances and grievances I’m used to hearing about (1)
Chapter 68: The grievances and grievances I’m used to hearing about (+1)
The world is so quiet in the early morning.
The drizzle accumulates along the slope of the tile roof, and drips down along the eaves. It seems that you can hear the sound of it breaking. The bluestone slab at the door has long been washed clean, and a row of shallow pits have been dripped out, exposing the bluestone slab.
In its purest form, if I didn’t look carefully, I would have thought the rain had stopped.
Song You finally opened his eyes.
The swordsman in the room was still sitting against the wall, with his legs straightened, and the sword casually placed on his legs, which seemed to be a very comfortable posture. And he still had his eyes open, looking at himself, his eyes
Thin blood streaks could be seen inside, as if he had not slept all night, but he was very energetic.
Seeing him waking up, the swordsman lowered his eyes, glanced at his legs, and asked:
"Sir, don't your legs feel sore after sitting cross-legged all night?"
"acid."
Song You answered directly.
On the contrary, the swordsman was a little surprised.
I thought that even if it wasn't a negative answer, it would be a vague answer like "I'm used to it", but I didn't expect it to be so direct.
"Sir, you often sit cross-legged, why haven't you gotten used to it yet?"
"I just sit cross-legged occasionally."
"Occasionally?"
"yes."
"I wonder when to sit cross-legged?"
"Sit cross-legged when you should sit cross-legged."
"..."
The swordsman didn't ask any more questions. He just stood up and saluted with his sword in his arms. His attitude changed a little from last night: "Sir is an expert. It's a blessing for Shu to meet you here. I should have left at dawn. Shu thought
After much thought, I feel it’s time to say goodbye to my husband.”
"The words you have spoken are serious." Song You said calmly, "It is fate that we meet each other. When we met last night, I was also amazed by the style of my steps. How can I not be lucky for you?"
"Sir, why don't you call yourself a poor Taoist?"
"got used to……"
Song You answered truthfully, and took another look at the young swordsman, finding it interesting: "I am not a taciturn person, so why was I deliberately indifferent yesterday?"
"If I have been negligent, please forgive me, sir."
"I have something on my mind."
"Not worth mentioning."
"Tangled minds, self-imposed shackles, and premature youth are not necessarily a good thing." Song Youyou said, "Apart from the one in the coffin, who else is more suitable to put your worries in than a Taoist priest you met by chance in the mountains?"
"..."
The swordsman was silent and hesitant for a moment, then clasped his fists again:
"May I ask you, sir?"
"The surname is Song, the name is You, and the courtesy name is Menglai. He is from a mountain in Lingquan County, Yizhou. He has no official name for the time being."
"Sir, why are you going down the mountain?"
"Travel the world."
"Walking around the world, where are you going?"
"Go to Pingzhou first, then go to the capital."
"Shu Yifan, you are polite."
"Be polite."
The young swordsman sat down again, his sword still lying across his knees and his back straight.
The two looked at each other.
"Shu has been holding back something for twenty years, and now it's almost time to end it. Unexpectedly, the closer it gets, the more it feels like it's stuck in his throat. He's tangled in his heart, afraid of failure, as if he's suffering from a disease." The swordsman showed a sad expression.
Quite contrary to his free and easy demeanor yesterday, "If this continues, I'm afraid I will really fail."
Then he looked at Song You:
"But in twenty years, I have never told anyone about this."
"I am just a hermit in the mountains, traveling around the world, observing the world with my eyes, practicing and cultivating my mind." Song You understood what he meant, so he also said, "I will borrow the next story to count as what I have seen today."
"Sir, do you know that there is a famous martial artist in Zhaozhou named Lin Dehai, who is known as Broken Mountain Sword among Jianghu people. He is the sect leader of the Hanjiang Sect, the largest sect in Zhaozhou Jianghu, and is also the number one person in Zhaozhou Jianghu. He once wielded the Cold Iron Ghost Head.
The swordsman traversed the whole world of Dayan, only three draws and never a defeat. After returning to Zhaozhou, he was known as the best swordsman in the world. He only heard the voice of opposition, but no one dared to come to him." The swordsman seemed to be talking about a very familiar story.
Every time a person speaks, the knot between his brows dissipates a little, "This person's sword skills are sharp, open and close. When he fights, he will be like a violent storm and will never admit defeat. But others are like his sword. Although he is arrogant, he will not admit defeat."
He is also bold and proud, generous, and a peerless swordsman. He is regarded as a hero and idol in the hearts of countless people."
"Zhaozhou is too far away, not to mention that I don't understand the affairs of the Jianghu." Song You replied.
"Sir, you don't know about Jianghu affairs, so you have heard about the grievances in Jianghu, right?" The swordsman shook his head, "It's just who killed whom, and who had a grudge with whom. I don't know how many stories like this are true or false.
It’s fake, but people in the world still love to hear and tell stories like this.”
"I heard that the scholar said something similar."
"Twenty years ago, Lin Dehai had a feud with my father. We couldn't explain things to each other several times. One night, he got drunk and killed my whole family with a cold iron knife, while I watched from the side.
." The swordsman's eyes became calmer, and even when he said this, there was a smile on his lips, "We often hear this kind of thing in stories, but in the real world, few people can be so cruel and ruthless.
.At that time, it was considered a shock to the entire world.”
"How did you avoid this disaster?"
"Escaped? Haha..."
"Is not it?"
"no."
The young swordsman couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was lost in memories: "Lin Dehai is a peerless swordsman, he claims to be invincible, he is proud, and he looks down on the world after drinking. How could he kill a child?"
"He let you go?"
"I was standing nearby..." The young swordsman smiled and shook his head, "Not only did he let me go, but after he killed the people, he also told me that his name was Lin Dehai, from Hanjiangmen in Zhaozhou, and told me to practice martial arts well and grow up.
It would be best for the queen to seek revenge from him. From what you see, sir, isn’t he stupid?”
"It could be something else."
"In the next twenty years, I often heard about his deeds and often dreamed about him." The young swordsman raised his head and smiled, "Haha! In my opinion, his sword is probably the best in the world. It is difficult for anyone to compare with him."
He can even be called a hero in the world!"
"So I'm going to take revenge."
"Exactly."
"How much do you think the outcome will be?"
"Although Shu is young, he practices hard every day. One day's hard work is better than that of others in two days. The length of sword practice is no less than that of most martial arts seniors." The young swordsman said calmly and rationally, "In this Liujiang Conference, except for those in the northwest and northeast,
The Jianghu sects did not come, but almost all Jianghu sects came, and most of the Jianghu masters gathered together. On Yanxiantai, I shamelessly picked a lot of people and met a lot of them. In my opinion, there are not many people in this Jianghu who can rival me.
You can't beat this sword in my hand."
"He is truly a peerless swordsman at his feet."
"However, there are many disciples in Hanjiang Sect, and there are many good players in the world. If Lin Dehai is alone..." The swordsman shook his head and smiled, "I said I have a 70% chance of winning, but others will not believe it."
Song You nodded, willing to believe it.
The swordsman in front of me is not a half-hearted swordsman. On the contrary, he has defeated countless masters in the Liujiang Tournament, including young heroes and experienced seniors. In any case, he has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and is a master figure in his line.
.In addition, revenge is not something to be trifled with. We must pay special attention to it, conduct multiple investigations, and make careful calculations. Not only must we not be arrogant, but a prudent person should even leave a little more leeway. He really knows Lin Dehai’s ability, and he praises him as the best swordsman in the world, and he dares to say
Giving a 70% chance of winning should be rational enough.
At this time, the swordsman shook his head again: "But it is very difficult to retaliate with tooth for tooth and eye for eye."
Tooth for tooth, eye for eye.
Song You repeated this sentence in his heart, feeling the strong scent of blood from this seemingly plain sentence.
"I only have a 10% chance of winning."
The swordsman said this and stood up with his sword, as if ready to leave. He finally asked Song You: "Sir, since you are an expert, I wonder if there is a theory of reincarnation in this world?"
“What is reincarnation reward?”
"what goes around comes around."
"What do you want to ask, Shima?"
"think……"
The swordsman turned his head and looked at the sky outside, confused for a moment:
"I do not know either……"
"I have never seen reincarnation, but I have seen retribution a few times, but I feel it is more like a coincidence."
"Then there is no more."
"No."
"How to say?"
"Although I dare not say that doing good deeds and accumulating virtue will bring blessings in the next life, even if there is, how much does it have to do with you in this life? If you maintain your integrity, you cannot say that you have great righteousness. Even if you do, I am afraid it will not be able to make you stand out from everyone. But doing good deeds
It can make your heart happy, which is a very pure joy. It makes you feel free and clear, and your thoughts can naturally flow through you, so you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Even if you are occasionally tainted with a depressed atmosphere, it will naturally subside." Song You.
Staring at him, he said, "First of all, you need to know that it is easier to do evil than to do good. The hearts of those who do evil are often not as strong as those who do good."
The swordsman stood still, thinking slowly.
"Thank you sir for your advice."
"Everyone can say this."
"After I talked about my heart, I feel a lot more comfortable." The young swordsman said to him, "It's just that this story is really common in the world, and I'm afraid that even sir will find it boring."
"it's not true."
"Anyway, I thanked you sir, and Shu is leaving. I'll say goodbye. If sir you feel that you are destined to me, please wish me to come back alive."
"Walk slowly."
Song You only said this.
Although he and Lin Dehai were strangers to each other, they had just met the young swordsman. Neither of them understood each other. He was just a listener, so he might as well just be a listener.
Do you think it will be another major event by then?
It's quite sad to be able to witness it with your own eyes.
The swordsman didn't care. He picked up his luggage and stepped out of the threshold.
But just after taking a step, he stopped and looked back, looked at the fire in the house, and then at the firewood in the corner of the house: "Sir, the firewood used to light the fire last night was taken from the house?"
"Since I took the firewood, I should replenish it. Just go ahead and do it."
"That's fine!"
The swordsman went to lead the horse under the eaves and did not look back: "Lin Dehai has been obsessed with martial arts all his life. He has never married a wife. He only has one son at his knees, and he brought him back from outside. This matter has nothing to do with you, sir."
Song You was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
This is not really necessary.
The swordsman left quickly, leaving only a knot in his heart and his unique style of killing ghosts at night.
"Jianghu matter..."
Song You shook his head and murmured, and did not leave in a hurry. He just took out the yellow paper and cinnabar from the quilt bag, drew a new talisman, and put it on the door of the Yizhuang. He waited until the rain stopped outside.
He looked at the remaining pile of firewood at the foot of the wall before getting up and getting ready to go out.
"Taoist priest, where are you going?"
"Pick up some firewood and dry it in the shade."
"Don't go!"
"Why?"
The calico cat hurriedly got out, raised its head and said to him: "Since I took the firewood, I should replenish it!"
It was very similar to his tone just now.
"then you go."
Song You smiled, sat down again, raised the fire again, and prepared to boil some hot water.
After that, the little girl ran out and came back several times to replenish the firewood last night and this morning. Song You also drank hot water and finished his meal. Finally, he packed his luggage and waited for Yan'er to explore the way.
When he came back, he told him about the villages, cities and scenery in front of him, and then he took the horse and left.
It was in the same direction as the young swordsman.
It's just one behind the other, one person's footsteps are in a hurry, the drizzle is falling into a dream with his sword in hand, and the other person is not in a hurry, walking slowly in his shoes to see the common people.
I could only hear a burst of mountain birds chirping behind the house. The sound was clear and clear, without any noise. The horse's hooves clattered on the bluestone, and the echoes were vague and absent, which only made the world after the rain even more silent.
Counting the time, it's almost mid-February.
Half spring break.
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