Volume 1: The Rise of the Western Regions Chapter 104: Two Proverbs
Li Yanyun discovered that Zhao Rang's sword had exhausted all changes. There were no moves in the sword, and it seemed like an extraordinary thing that was born naturally when chaos first emerged.
If his twelve sword moves must be evolved from his opponent's moves to counter each other, then facing Zhao Rang's extraordinary sword move, Li Yanyun had absolutely nothing to do.
This is a kind of artistic conception that looks down at the common people, but at the same time blends in with all things. Li Yanyun's eyes widened, and cold sweat broke out.
He originally thought that his twelve sword moves were the most terrifying sword moves in the world, but he never expected that Zhao Rang could make him helpless and kill him with just one strike.
The Eleven Sword Style created by Shang Shiyi, the sword king of the North, collapsed and disintegrated under Zhao Rang's sword, which was like a god, a demon, a ghost, and an immortal, until it was completely destroyed.
The blade was already very close to Li Yanyun's neck.
Shang Shiyi, who was standing aside and had already made it clear that he would not interfere, moved. He didn't have a knife in his hand, and he was slashing with just one palm. His momentum was strong, and it was no weaker than the blade of a knife!
"Master Zhao, please keep someone under the sword!"
As Shang Shiyi, it is taboo to not keep one's word. Even though there are no outsiders here, God is watching what people do. If you do too many things that offend your conscience, sooner or later you will receive retribution.
But he still chose to stop it, which shows that the situation has become extremely urgent.
Even Shang Shiyi didn't have the absolute confidence to block Zhao Rang's blade. At this moment, he only wanted to make Zhao Rang's blade pause and slow down, so as to gain a little bit of victory for his disciple.
Just time.
Unless Shang Shiyi uses his strength to defeat the moves and uses his tyrannical martial arts skills to challenge him. But in this case, Zhao Rang will definitely be affected by the counterattack and suffer serious internal injuries.
He doesn't want anything to happen to his disciple, nor does he want Zhao Rang to get hurt... There is no way to have both in this world, so he can only take one step at a time and watch one step at a time!
Fortunately, Shang Shiyi finally found this method.
His apprentice Li Yanyun was not injured, and Zhao Rang was not injured either.
Just when the three parties were about to meet, Zhao let the blade deflect slightly by two and a half inches, and it passed by the side of Shang Shiyi's palm and the front of Li Yanyun's neck.
After all, Zhao Rang's purpose was not to kill people.
The meaning of the bet is fairness. Before it starts, everyone has half the chance of winning. Only a fair win or loss will make people convinced. Zhao Rang's purpose is to convince Li Yanyun.
Sometimes it is much harder to convince a person than to kill him.
When Zhao Rang's blade passed his throat, Li Yanyun's whole body became horrified. His head seemed to be torn open.
Perhaps it was this moment that made Li Yanyun feel that death was so close, so he thought of many, many...
I remembered that fifteen years ago, when I was young, I saw my father die under the knife of the Sihaiyoulong Gang. I remembered that the only valuable thing in my family was an iron pot, which was also smashed and taken away. I remembered that my sister and mother were brutally killed.
After the rape, he couldn't bear the humiliation and threw himself into the river. I thought of myself crying in a pool of blood, and of Shang Shiyi pulling him up with a knife...
Turning around again, he remembered the bucket of cold clean water every morning and the things the master asked him to carry, as well as the noodle soup with a poached egg lying on it after sunset.
After he was picked up by his master, there were only two things in his life - the master and the knife.
When his sword is not as fast as others, not only his confidence collapses, but also half of his life.
"Thank you Mr. Zhao for showing mercy!"
Shang Shiyi said in a deep voice.
If Zhao Rang had just beheaded him with just one blow, he wouldn't have been able to say anything. Since he wanted to gamble, he had to settle for his destiny. He would lose money by gambling, and lose his life by gambling.
"Senior, you are serious. I didn't intend to kill anyone."
Zhao Rang waved his hand and said.
Shang Shiyi looked at him meaningfully for a while, and finally couldn't help but said:
"I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao has already understood the secret of 'shi' at such an age, and can also master one or two! Sooner or later, he will definitely stand at the top of martial arts, ranking first-class!"
With Shang Shiyi's cultivation background and eyesight, it is not difficult to see the details of Zhao Rang's sword. Therefore, Zhao Rang did not deny it. After all, this thing cannot be hidden from others. Besides, since he used it, there was no need to
The meaning of concealment.
"Senior is so complimentary. It was only by chance that I got some insights."
Shang Shiyi was convinced and nodded in agreement.
I think he has reached the level of a third-level martial arts grandmaster, but he has no understanding of 'power' like Ye Sanniang. Once upon a time, Shang Shiyi was distressed and even depressed because he could not understand and master such magical power.
But now, he no longer worries about this, but seeing Zhao Rang being able to use it so easily, he still couldn't help but sigh.
He opened his mouth to say something, but heard a "pop" sound next to him. The two looked back, only to see the knife in Li Yanyun's hand fell to the ground, and he himself was kneeling on his knees, his eyes were blank, and his lips were still.
It was trembling slightly, muttering something to itself.
What Shang Eleven was going to say turned into a heavy sigh.
He knew that his apprentice could not withstand the blow of failure, but he did not know how to comfort him for a while. Perhaps for a young man with a sharp edge, suffering some setbacks is not necessarily a bad thing. Although the turtle has a long life, he still has
At this time, Shang Shiyi thought to himself that at this age, he could not keep Li Yanyun under his wings all his life. He had to make him suffer in order to realize how big the world was!
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
Li Yanyun's originally dull and empty eyes slowly regained some focus.
Zhao Rang stared into his eyes, thought for a while, and said:
"Zhao Family Sword!"
After hearing this, Li Yanyun frowned, Minsi thought hard for a while, shook his head and said:
"This is not your swordsmanship."
Zhao Rang sighed and said:
"Since it came from my hand, why isn't it my sword technique?"
Li Yanyun's face flashed with confusion.
These words exceeded his knowledge.
In his opinion, whoever's sword technique is his own, it is unique in the world! Others cannot use it, nor can they imitate it. Just like his master Shang Shiyi created his own eleven sword techniques, and later evolved the tenth sword technique.
Second style, and then pass these twelve styles of sword skills to him, then he is the only owner and user.
If Zhao Rang didn't know about his experience in the previous fifteen years, he would just think he was a fool and wouldn't care about him. Now, Zhao Rang knows that he is just a knife without a scabbard.
A knife without a scabbard only shows off its edge. What Zhao Rang wanted to do was to put a scabbard on the knife. But the scabbard was invisible because it was not on the outside, but in the heart.
"Just take it as what you said."
"But there are still flaws in your sword!"
Li Yanyun changed the subject, raised his knees from the ground, and patted the yellow pine needles stained on his pants.
Li Yanyun said the last sentence very firmly, as if he had regained his confidence!
He thought Zhao Rang would refute, but Zhao Rang admitted openly:
"You're right, I just started practicing not long ago."
Zhao Rang and Shang Shiyi both knew that this was a true statement, because no one could tell the ins and outs of 'power', and could only rely on personal luck, which could not be seen or found.
"Yun'er, don't be infatuated! Master Zhao's sword is destiny!"
Li Yanyun made no move when he heard this. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly said to Shang Shiyi:
"Master, I want to go out into the world of martial arts by myself!"
Shang Shiyi lowered his head and pondered for a long time before speaking slowly and replied:
"The original intention of becoming a teacher is also to let you travel on your own, increase your knowledge, and learn more about the world of people in this world... Nai He... Nai He..."
Old people are passionate.
When Shang Eleven reaches this point, he can't help but choke up.
Li Yanyun had indeed started his own travels before. However, although Shang Shiyi and he were called masters and apprentices, they were actually like father and son. Therefore, they could not rest assured, so they secretly followed him to protect him. As a result, he was sent to the Western Regions.
After all, I still feel uneasy. I think that if I survive, I can protect him. But now that I heard him say this with my own ears, Shang Shiyi's heart has loosened a lot.
The dusk in the mountains is vast, and the evening wind rises, clearing away the mist and replacing it with bursts of pine waves. The sword light just now has dissipated. No one knows that halfway up the Songtao Mountain in the Western Region, a swordsman has just completed
Your own baptism.
"Since you have such intentions, no matter how persistent you are as a teacher, it is just your own infatuation! Yun'er, remember, apart from staying safe and being wise, there is only one rule left in this world!"
Zhao Rang was also fascinated by what he heard. In particular, he felt that the words "keep one's integrity" and "protect oneself wisely" should have nothing to do with Shang Shiyi.
"What is it?"
Li Yanyun asked.
"What the hell!"
After hearing this, Zhao Rang felt that it fit Shang Shiyi's temperament!
Li Yanyun burst into a burst of hearty laughter, then turned to Zhao Rang, bowed his hands in greeting, and said:
"Master Zhao, I lost the bet we just made!"
Zhao Rang held the knife across his chest and said happily:
"If you admit defeat, will I be disrespectful to you with this knife?"
Li Yanyun also smiled, made a "please" gesture with his right hand, and replied:
"Master Zhao won this by himself, and it was given to you by my master. But next time when my sword skills improve, I hope Master Zhao can gamble with me again!"
Zhao Rang readily agreed:
"Just think that this knife is temporarily stored with me. When you think you can take it back, you can come to me at any time! I should be at home when this thing is over."
After saying this, Zhao let the tip of the knife hang to the ground and just thanked Shang Shishi. Suddenly, all the pine trees in the sloping ground fell in the same direction, as if thousands of galloping bulls and wild horses broke them.
"Yun'er! Mr. Zhao! Stand behind me quickly!"
Shang Shiyi's footsteps spun around, facing the direction of the collapsed pine tree. His arms were stretched out, his breath was surging, and his robes were windless and automatic.
The mighty force that destroyed half of the mountain seemed to be frightened by Shang Shiyi's authority and suddenly stopped moving forward.
But what followed was an ethereal cold snort, as if coming from the land of Nine Netherworlds, which was breathtaking.
Just hearing this sound makes one's limbs feel weak and chills run down one's spine!
"The little old man has learned how to bully others?!"