Volume 1: The Rise of the Western Regions, Chapter 103: Swordsmith? Sword King!
Since ancient times, swordsmiths and swordsmen have been two types of people.
No swordsman dares to say that he knows the knife better than the knife maker, but once a knife is forged, the fate of the knife has nothing to do with the knife maker.
To put it simply, the mission of the knifemaker ends when a knife is completed. The story of the swordsman begins from this moment.
From Shang Shiyi's performance just now, Zhao Rang came to a conclusion that shocked even him.
Shang Shiyi is both a swordsman and a swordsman.
He is the knife maker mentioned by the old master in the kitchen of Tongbao Bank Branch, and he is also the famous knife king in the Northern Territory of Dawei!
Although they both share the same character, they are separated by a ray of divine punishment.
The only person in the world who has a name, both as a swordsmith and as a swordsman, is Xu Mute. Not only does this man make swords well, but he can also use them well, and he is not a mute. Because he is so focused on forging that he can forge for a long time.
He didn't say a word for a long time, so he got such a nickname.
But Xu Duaba’s ending was not happy.
Although he left his name, it seemed just to make people sigh...
Since then, the gap between swordsmen and swordsmen has become even more serious. After all, the only person who straddled the two sides died miserably, so everyone thought it was unlucky to do so, so they were taboo about it.
Looking at his age, Shang Shiyi was definitely much older than Xu Dumba when he died, at least fifteen years older. That is to say, when Shang Shiyi had just made his debut, he cleaned up the Four Seas Wandering Dragon Gang and accepted Li Yanyun as his apprentice.
Xu Mute died.
Looking at it this way, what everyone calls unlucky becomes nonsense.
Because Shang Shiyi is not only alive, but also alive and well! Moreover, his apprentices have already graduated, but I don’t know if these apprentices have inherited his skills as a swordsmith.
"Master Zhao, do you want a knife?"
After Zhao Rang slowly recovered from his surprise, Shang Shiyi asked.
Zhao Rang nodded and replied seriously:
"The boy saw the masterpiece of his predecessor in the hands of the old master in the kitchen. Although it was just a kitchen knife, you can tell the whole thing by looking at it. The skill of the senior's knife making has reached the pinnacle."
Shang Shiyi touched the short beard on his chin and said with a smile:
"Master Zhao, don't try to kill me! And if you want a knife, how can you ask me for it? The Zhao family's Hall of Hundred Swordsmen is filled with famous swords from past dynasties. If you just pick one, it will be the sharpest sword in the world!"
Zhao Rang mockingly told Shang Shiyi and his apprentice Li Yanyun about the ups and downs he had gone through along the way. No matter how well-educated Shang Shiyi was, he couldn't help but chuckle.
When people are unlucky, misfortunes never come singly.
After Shang Shiyi finished laughing, he raised his cuffs and a black knife slipped out.
"Master, what do you want to do?"
Li Yanyun said very nervously.
Shang Shiyi ignored him and flicked the sword with his finger.
"Buzz..."
A long cry, like the roar of a dragon, lingers for a long time.
"It's a pity that the old man has knocked down the stove and no longer makes knives. Except for the one in Yun'er's hand, this is the only knife I have made in the world. If Mr. Zhao doesn't dislike it, take it and deal with it first!"
As soon as Shang Shiyi finished speaking, he heard Li Yanyun yell:
"no!"
This is his master's sword. In his eyes, it is like the leader's token. The emperor's jade seal has transcended the meaning of the sword itself and has become a symbol.
Li Yanyun has long regarded his master's sword as his own.
In his eyes, no one but himself was qualified to inherit this sword.
Because inheriting this sword also means inheriting the title of the "Northern Sword King" from his master.
However, he forgot how he got the title of master, and also forgot that a knife is just a knife. Different people use it, which gives it different values and meanings. If you change it, it can still become a knife.
Wang Peidao. But Li Yanyun couldn't understand the reason, or in other words, his nature was that he was a person who accepted death.
The best way to deal with such a person is to make him suffer.
And he suffered a loss in what he was best at and most confident in!
As a disciple of the King of Swordsmen, Li Yanyun is of course best at swords!
Zhao Rang ignored Li Yanyun's murderous eyes. After thanking Shang Shiyi, he took the knife from his hand, then turned to Li Yanyun and asked:
"Do you think I'm not worthy of using this knife?"
Li Yanyun gritted his teeth and replied:
"Use? You don't even deserve to take a look!"
Zhao Rang curled his lips and said:
"You are too angry!"
Li Yanyun sneered and said:
"Animosity is nothing. As long as the knife is fast enough!"
Like his master, he is a person who loves speed.
Whether it has anything to do with knives or not, he likes speed, which is even more exaggerated than his master.
A bowl of noodles was served. As soon as ordinary people lifted up their chopsticks, the last mouthful of soup in Li Yanyun's bowl had already gone down his throat.
When walking, there must be no other people in front of you, and you have to walk to the front in one breath before you stop.
Whenever he finishes something faster than others, Li Yanyun's heart will feel extra peaceful. At this time, his anger is not heavy, but he will become full of love, and even squat down to scratch the roadside.
Wild cat's chin.
"You think your knife is fast?"
Li Yanyun said contemptuously:
"Not as fast as my master, but definitely faster than you!"
Zhao Rang followed Shang Shiyi's example and flicked his finger on the blade, closed his eyes and savored the buzz of the blade.
"Would you like to make a bet with me?"
After the buzzing subsided, Qiurang opened his eyes and asked.
"What to bet on?"
Li Yanyun said proudly.
No matter what he bets on, he is very confident because he feels that as long as he is fast enough, he will definitely win!
"If you win the bet, this knife will be yours too. But if you lose, I won't be polite."
Li Yanyun was immediately moved when he saw Zhao Rang using this knife as a bet. But after all, this knife was given to him by his master. No matter how violent Li Yanyun was, he did not dare to disobey Shang Shiyi, so he quietly glanced at his master.
.
"This is a bet between you and me. It has nothing to do with your master. You don't need to look at him."
Shang Shiyi immediately understood what Zhao Rang meant and said smoothly:
"That's right, Yun'er doesn't have to worry about being a teacher. If you are confident and think you can beat Mr. Zhao, just go and give it a try."
Li Yanyun licked the corner of his mouth, and after hearing what his master said, he immediately agreed:
"Just bet!"
In fact, Li Yanyun has never bet with anyone, nor has he ever entered a gambling shop.
Following Shang Shiyi for many years, he lived a life like an ascetic in the Eight Kings Temple. He got up at dawn every morning, washed his body with cold water, then burned the furnace for forging in the morning, practiced Qi and swordsmanship in the afternoon.
Before going to bed, set aside an hour to memorize.
He didn't understand the books he memorized, but Shang Shiyi asked him to memorize them, so he memorized them. Anyway, Shang Shiyi said that he would use them sooner or later, and Li Yanyun felt that the master would not lie to him.
Therefore, his understanding of the word and behavior of "gambling" was not clear or even vague. Fortunately, Zhao Rang explained that the winner would get Shang Shiyi's sword, which made Li Yanyun's goal clear.
stand up.
He can distinguish between winning and losing.
His master always wins.
The winner can live forever, the loser will die.
The good thing about stubborn people is that they will give their best to anything they do. Even if it is an ordinary bet.
Li Yanyun's whole body momentum suddenly changed, and the blade in his hand turned sideways, like well water in the morning, dust-free, transparent and smooth.
At this moment, the knife in his hand condensed all the strength in his body. Li Yanyun felt that he had never been so serious before, because he had never wanted to win so much as at this moment!
Swing out the knife!
There is no wind of the sword, and no light of the sword!
Because neither the wind nor the light of the sword can catch up with Li Yanyun's blade!
Soon, a brilliant and magnificent sword light exploded in front of Zhao Rang's eyes.
Like the scorching sun born in the setting sun, and the scorching sun quickly turns into the setting sun, and the cycle continues like this, endlessly!
The light of the sword was about to envelop Zhao Rang's entire body. But whenever it first touched three inches outside Zhao Rang's body, it was dispelled by some astonishing power, so it could not hurt Zhao Rang at all.
There was slight confusion in Li Yanyun's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by his strong confidence.
With a flick of the wrist, a majestic force surged out from the palm of his hand, enveloping the black knife and sliding through a complete arc in mid-air.
The blade turned into an afterimage, lingering in the air, as if it had solidified!
"Eleven Knife Styles!"
Zhao Rang knew that this was Shang Shiyi's own Knife Eleven style, and it was also his biggest reliance on single-handedly killing the Sihaiyoulong Gang on the banks of the Taihe River that day.
Li Yanyun is worthy of being Shang Shiyi’s apprentice.
In the past fifteen years, he has performed every move steadily, striving to achieve the maximum power that he can exert within his own cultivation!
There are eleven variations of the eleven sword styles. But the most deadly among them is the twelfth one.
The reason why this type is not included in the calculation is because the changes in the twelfth style are not fixed at all. Instead, they change according to the changes in the opponent's sword technique.
This move originates from the opponent's hand and emerges from the opponent's knife. Not only can it integrate all the previous eleven moves into one, but it can also extract the essence and infuse a new soul!
But Zhao Rang has not yet drawn his sword.
If the opponent has no move, he will have no way to escape.
Among the Eleven Knife Styles, all eleven styles are fast and slow, using absolute speed to suppress the opponent. Only the twelfth style is based on planning and then acting, rather than using force to show off your speed.
When Li Yanyun was struggling to make a move, fog suddenly rolled in from one side of Songtao Mountain, like white clouds falling from the sky. He quickly swung his sword several times, and the sword energy turned into a dark giant python, full of murderous intent. He wanted to
Dispel these sudden fogs.
In the thick fog, Zhao Rang raised his arm.
An ordinary knife struck down from top to bottom.
Finally, Li Yanyun waited until Zhao Rang took out the sword. The corner of his mouth raised a curve, which was the same as the light of his sword just now. As long as he saw Zhao Rang's sword, he could evolve the twelfth style from it.
But soon, the curve of the corner of his mouth became as solid as the knife in his hand.