Volume 1: Storm in the Western Region Chapter 102: Enemies Meet
Hearing Zhao Rang admit that he was Zhao Rang, the man's expression changed quietly, with slight envy mixed with disdain. These two completely opposite and contradictory expressions appeared on the same face at the same time, which was indescribably strange.
.But it happened to appear again, and upon closer inspection, it was not too disharmonious, which is even more strange.
It's easy to be dismissive of someone.
Especially young people, they say they won't compete with anyone, or even disdain to compete with anyone, but in reality they look down on everyone in their hearts and want to compete with everyone and compete with each other.
But envy is hard to judge.
If a person envies another person, he must know something about him. Only in this way can he compare and find the areas that are beyond his reach, thus creating envy.
But Zhao Rang was very sure that he had never met or knew the person in front of him. Since he didn't know each other, where did this envy come from?
The other party seemed to notice that Zhao Rang was doubtful, and for some reason, the envy on his face became even stronger.
After a moment of silence, the man calmed down slightly and said:
"My name is Li Yanyun."
Zhao Rang searched the name again in his mind to make sure he had never heard of it. However, to be on the safe side, he asked again:
"Swallow's swallow?"
Li Yanyun shook his head and replied:
"The wild goose."
Zhao Rang felt that this name had a certain artistic conception and magnanimity, and he should be a member of a noble family. Although in his impression, there was no swordsman named Li in the Northern Territory of Dawei, but not knowing it did not mean that it did not exist. He offended a Zheng
At home, Zhao Rang already felt that he was a little reckless, not to mention that he didn't have a knife now, and he didn't want to get angry with Li Yanyun, so he generously held his hand and said:
"It turns out to be Mr. Li! I have admired him for a long time!"
Li Yanyun's expression suddenly lost any trace of envy, and was replaced by disgust.
"Are you, the children of aristocratic families, so hypocritical?"
Zhao Rang was speechless after saying this... He was indeed being polite just now. After all, he had never even heard of the name Li Yanyun, so how could he talk about admiring him for a long time?
However, anyone who knows etiquette can tell that this is a courtesy, or he is too humble to say it, or even worse, a few words of "where, where" are enough to deal with it, but this Li Yanyun nakedly opened the lid and gave it to Zhao
He left no room at all, which made him very embarrassed who was used to this.
"Why, am I wrong? All the reactions in your body tell me that you don't know me, but you pretend to say something. It turns out that after you have admired me for a long time, it seems that my name is like thunder to your ears!"
"It's a shame that you're also a knife user. It's really disgusting!"
No matter how well-educated a person is, if he is insulted for no reason like this, he will surely lose his moral integrity. Not to mention that Zhao Rang doesn't have a good temper in the first place.
I was already irritated because I got lost and separated from my friends, but here comes this god with a knife! I greeted him politely, but he insisted on punching me.
The clay figurines also have a certain earthy nature. Zhao Rang immediately retorted and said:
"We met by chance, and I saw that you must be a great man, so I was a little polite. Don't be ignorant of what is good and what is evil!"
Li Yanyun grinned and replied:
"I just don't know what you are good at!"
Zhao Rang clenched his fists tightly and was trying his best to restrain himself. Suddenly, he heard Li Yanyun continue to say:
"As a swordsman, if you speak falsely, it's better to be a scholar in the academy! I thought before that someone like you pretended to be me, maybe he had something to hide. If we could talk openly, it wouldn't be a big deal. But once we meet
Only then did I realize that you are good at this!"
Zhao Rang heard this strangely and asked doubtfully:
"When did I impersonate you?"
Li Yanyun sneered and didn't answer.
Zhao Rang's mind suddenly went blank, and he looked at the black sword without a scabbard in his hand, and suddenly understood something.
"Are you the apprentice of the Northern Swordsman Eleven?"
In Ye Sanniang's inn in Yangguan, Zhao Rang swung his sword and drank to behead people. He beheaded Mr. Zheng and then lost the scabbard. After accepting the escort job from Ye Sanniang, he was mistaken for Shang Shiyi on the road.
apprentice, precisely because the sword he used had no scabbard.
At that time, Zhao Rang knew that the only apprentice accepted by Shang Shiyi, the Sword King in the North, had already completed his studies and started traveling around the world.
Shang Shi himself used a sword without a scabbard, so his apprentices should do the same.
No one knows what style and color of the knife Shang Shiyi and his apprentice used. Because before this, his apprentice had never made a name for himself in the world. And everyone who saw Shang Shiyi use the knife died.
Under his self-created "Eleven Knife Style".
Moreover, Shang Shiyi was not a child of an aristocratic family, and no one knew where he was taught by him. He seemed to have been raised from birth, and suddenly appeared. With one move, he killed the water bandits who had been entrenched by the Taishang River for many years - members of the Sihaiyoulong Gang.
Among the twelve villages connected by water and land, the gang leader "He Bo" had his limbs chopped off, his ears and nose cut off, and his eyes gouged out.
He single-handedly destroyed the entire gang and caused the tragic death of a generation of heroes, which shocked the world. Everyone in the Jianghu community was talking about this matter. Fortunately, the Sihaiyoulong Gang is not a well-known and upright gang. They are fishermen and slimmers on both sides of the Taishang River.
, they all suffered from severe oppression. After learning that they were destroyed, they all clapped their hands and cheered, and even raised money to build a shrine for Shang Shiyi, where they worshipped every day and the incense continued.
It was after this time that it was rumored that Shang Shiyi adopted an orphan whose parents were oppressed to death by the Sihaiyoulong Gang as his disciple for fifteen years.
In these fifteen years, Shang Shiyi had a limited number of sword strikes, but he no longer focused on killing, and his methods were not as cruel as before. Those who died under his hands were all traitors and evildoers, and they were martial artists.
The cultivation level is no lower than the fourth level. The first "He Bo" is a third-level martial arts grandmaster who has been on the throne for a long time.
A free traveler with no family or sect could achieve such a level of cultivation with the sword. The name "King of Swords" spread like wildfire and became more and more famous, and the orphan he adopted became a disciple of the King of Swords.
However, Shang Shiyi protected his apprentice very well, and even his name was never known to outsiders. Now that he was standing in front of him, Zhao Rang felt that he was very honored, and at the same time he also felt a little guilty...
Although the incident in Yangguanzhong was not intentional, it was ultimately caused by him and brought trouble to Li Yanyun. In the final analysis, it is understandable that others are responsible for it and must admit it!
"Brother Li, I was in a hurry to obey the authority at that time, and the scabbard was indeed lost for some reason. I did not deliberately put the blame on it! I, Zhao Rang, am here to apologize to you!"
What Zhao Rang said was sincere and sincere, but Li Yanyun didn't appreciate it at all.
For such a stubborn and paranoid person, once he knows who the other person is, it is difficult to change him. Hearing what he said just now made him despise Zhao Rang even more... He felt that this person was really hypocritical to the core.
, hopeless!
"Yun'er, who are you talking to?"
A majestic voice sounded, and it echoed in all directions on Songtao Mountain where the voice could not be transmitted at all.
"Master, I found the person pretending to be me! It's him, Zhao Rang!"
As soon as Li Yanyun finished speaking, an old man with white hair and a childish face, wearing linen clothes and sandals, appeared out of nowhere.
"Yun'er, what did I teach you? Mr. Zhao just apologized to you, why are you still so aggressive?"
Li Yanyun was obviously a little afraid of the old man in front of him and did not dare to talk back openly, but he still whispered in a low voice and said:
"He didn't apologize...he was just pretending..."
Before he finished speaking, a black light suddenly fell on the top of his head and retracted into the old man's sleeve in an instant.
Zhao Rang felt that such a commanding sword technique was comparable to his father's full blow, but the old man was so relaxed and casual, as if he was dreaming, with reality mixed with illusion.
In surprise, Zhao Rang realized that Li Yanyun called this old man Master, so he should be the Sword King of the North, Shang Shiyi!
"Boy Zhao Rang, I have met the Sword King!"
The old man waved his hand and said with a smile:
"They are all spreading lies about whether they are kings or not. Mr. Zhao, do you think that this little old man deserves the word 'king'?"
Zhao Rang did not expect this long-established and extremely upright senior to be so humble, so he couldn't help but respect him even more and said:
"Senior is so humble!"
Shang Shiyi couldn't help but think highly of Zhao Rang when he saw that Zhao Rang's etiquette was thorough and there was no frivolity or frivolity like a son of a noble family.
I think when he first debuted, he was still young and energetic, and he always looked down on these so-called children of aristocratic families. Now, after wandering in the long river of time, his sharpness has gradually returned to his true nature, and his hostility is not obvious. Facing Zhao
Let these juniors be generous and peaceful.
"Mr. Zhao, don't blame me. This disciple of mine has no experience in the world, so I owe a lot in dealing with people. It's also strange for the little old man. When I accepted him as a disciple, his temperament and temperament were the same as his current one, so he passed it on to
he."
Then he changed the subject and asked again:
"But Mr. Zhao, as the son of the Zhao family, why did he come to the Western Region? Things are not peaceful here lately!"
Zhao Rang didn't know what his purpose was, so he politely said "travel" as a perfunctory answer. Regardless of whether Shang Shiyi believed it or not, it was the same for his disciples anyway. What's more, given his seniority in cultivation, he would not do this.
Ask Zhao Rang thoroughly.
"Oh, I see, that is the same as Yun'er's purpose. Mr. Zhao wants to go over Songtao Mountain to the other three of the Upper Four Kingdoms?"
Zhao Rang replied respectfully:
"Exactly. But I heard in Chagan Toluogai that there is a powerful knife maker in the mountain. The knife in my hand happened to be missing, so I wanted to look for it to see if I could be lucky enough to come across it and ask for a good knife!"
Before Shang Shiyi could say anything, Li Yanyun started laughing. But when his master glared at him, he immediately stopped, lowered his head, and stood quietly.