Volume 1: Storm in the Western Region Chapter 63: Pursuing What You Want
The past is like a knife that never returns when it is unsheathed.
The difference was that before the last moment came, Zhao Rang's sword was always meant to cut at others. Unexpectedly, when it was meant to cut at himself, it was even more unambiguous.
You still talk about letting go and not letting go. In the end, what you pursue is just a quick move!
Vaguely, Zhao Rang heard a buzzing sound coming from his knife. It was like a lover's gentle and gentle whisper. It didn't require many words, just two or three sentences, and it could reach from his throat to his heart.
The humming lingered for a long time, carrying a unique charm that reminded Zhao Rang of an old apricot tree in his yard.
Peaches nourish people, apricots hurt people. When he was a child, he never ate a bite of the apricots from this apricot tree.
But every summer, when he sat in the room where he collected classics and archives at home, and took out seventy or eighty books from the mahogany box painted with tung oil and browsed at will, there would always be a hot wind that made the apricot trees roar.
There was a loud noise, and many broken petals floated in from the west window and fell to the ground, resembling falling snow.
For a "high-class family" like the Zhao family, there are not many moving things in the yard. Whether they are servants or young ladies, everyone behaves steadily and speaks and acts in a measured manner. This apricot tree can be regarded as the freest and most joyful thing in the family.
's existence.
Later, Zhao Rang got better at practicing swordsmanship, and this was the first time he ate apricots from this apricot tree.
After taking a bite, the juice was plentiful, but he spat it out. It was so sour!
From that moment on, Zhao Rang no longer had any expectations for the apricot tree lesson, and even felt a little disgusted. So much so that when he sat there and read the classic sword manual, he would close the west window tightly so that he could read
Don't let the tree shadows sway or let the flower petals fall in.
But somehow, at this moment, Zhao Rang actually thought of this old apricot tree that he had neglected for a long time.
"If I could go back, I would definitely not dislike the sourness of your fruit! I would give you some good fertilizer, and then I would pick a big basket full of it and eat it one by one!"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Zhao Rang felt something strange coming from his right arm.
The heartless knife seems to be feeding him back!
The strange feeling soon spread from his right arm to all his limbs.
Gradually, Zhao Rang could no longer feel the existence of the knife in his hand.
If you look at it with your eyes, it is indeed held in his hand. But if you rely on your feeling, Zhao Rang finds that this knife seems to have become an extension of his arm, integrated with his own flesh and blood!
He could feel Knife's emotions.
That's right, a ring-shou sword made of fine steel actually has emotions!
This is simply countless times more legendary than the legend of the storybook that the storyteller kept at the bottom of the box!
But Zhao Rang felt it.
This emotion is not complicated, it is very straightforward, the knife is angry!
Extreme anger with a little bit of unwillingness!
It was mourning that Zhao Rang Bu Zheng actually wanted to sink into it and get lost in this illusory dream.
Zhao Rang felt a little guilty in his heart, but it soon turned into a roar of denial!
The knife in his hand roared together with him. Zhao Rang suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the brilliant light of the knife was only three inches away from his forehead!
No hesitation this time!
With a thought in his mind, the knife in his hand was like a driving arm, "Crack!" He thrust straight into the blade of light and stopped it.
Zhao Rang looked in the direction of his blade and could see the night outside the yard.
The night outside the courtyard was darker than inside. The corridor when he came in was narrow and winding, stretching forward without knowing where it ended.
The whole air is filled with the killing sword energy!
Zhao Rang's already haggard face suddenly burst out with bright energy! His eyes were so bright that they could cover the opponent's sword light!
What seemed like a long time just now was actually only a moment.
Zhao Rang used this moment of effort to prepare his troops and keep a low profile, just so that he could shine with the most dazzling brilliance at this moment!
His knife was raised again!
This knife is no longer the same one as before!
Although its appearance has not changed at all, it has become a part of Zhao Rang's body, seemingly possessing flesh and blood, and also giving birth to emotions and desires.
Knife's desire is very simple, that is to win!
No matter whether the opponent is a mountain, sea or river, it will cut it off with one strike! Even an unreachable third-level martial arts master will have to pluck out a few hairs.
The strong mountain wind passed through the forest, and together with the sound of Zhao Rang's sword piercing the air, it turned into a shrill roar!
The sword light in front of him seemed to sense Zhao Rang's difference, so he swung it more quickly!
Zhao Rang suddenly jumped up high and took a startling look in his hand!
The knife comes out, the blood rushes, and the head falls!
The blade light immediately dissipated into the night, and the entire courtyard returned to deathly silence, and only Zhao Rang's heavy breathing could be heard.
Although the sword just now was only one, Zhao Rang felt more exhausted than the three thousand swords!
Because the energy and spirit poured into this sword is almost the superposition of three thousand swords!
Even if Zhao Rang can stand still after firing three thousand swords with all his strength, it is considered good.
At this moment, he felt that his body was a little light from bottom to top, as if he were stepping on cotton. If he was not careful, he would fall and sprain his feet.
He cautiously wanted to take a few steps back and lean his body against the pillars of the corridor for support. However, he forgot that the pillars behind him and the lanterns under the eaves of the corridor had been chopped to pieces by the previous sword light.
So Zhao Rang could only stand still, with the knife still across his chest.
But he discovered that there were two small gaps in the middle of the blade.
If you want to draw a knife quickly, the best thing is a sharp blade and an armor-breaking cloak. Now that there is a gap in the blade, the speed will naturally be greatly reduced.
In other words, even if Zhao Rang can still use the sword, he is determined not to be able to use it again!
Zhao Rang stroked the blade of the knife with his left hand lovingly, moved his lips slightly, and spoke so softly that no one could hear clearly what he was saying.
It took a long time for Zhao Rang to escape from this unbearable sadness.
He turned and looked towards the end of the corridor.
The place was illuminated like daylight by a blaze of lights!
Soon, a burst of hurried footsteps came. There was a muffled sound of "dong dong dong", but it was able to overwhelm everyone!
This must be Ximen Dazhuang, after all, except for him, no one can rely on his own weight to make such an impact on the trails of Qingshiban Pucheng.
When he got closer, Zhao Rang saw that Ximen Dazhuang was leading the way, followed by Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin on the left and right behind him.
Except for Ye Sanniang, the other two people were furious, as if they were a volcano about to erupt, capable of swallowing everything in the world!
But Zhao Rang's attention is not here.
He saw Ximen holding this thing in his strong hand.
Zhao Rang was far away just now and couldn't see clearly, but now he saw that he was holding a person in his hand - Shopkeeper Shen Liushu Shen!
At this time, how could Shen Liushu still look like the big shopkeeper of Tongbao Bank and Chagan Toluogai Semicolon? The beautiful clothes on his body had become strips one by one, barely covering the key parts of his body, and he looked like a beggar.
No difference.
And his face is even more unsightly...
Not only were her cheeks swollen, but her nose was crooked and turned purple, looking like a braised pig head!
Especially on the left ear, there is still blood hanging out. It seems that it was caused by a huge external force!
Shen Liushu started to cry and howl when he was still two or three feet away from Zhao Rang!
It's a pity that his cheeks were so swollen that it was difficult to open his mouth, and his voice was stuck in his throat, whining, which at first sounded like the barking of a newly weaned puppy.
"You're not fucking honest!"
Ximen Dazhuang stopped and slapped Shen Liushu on the head, causing his eyes to roll and stars to pop out.
But even so, he still didn't give up, and there was still a "whimpering" sound in his throat.
This time Zhao Rang heard clearly!
Shen Liushu said:
"Mr. Zhao...help!"
The two of them were confused, tossing and turning, speaking quickly and urgently, and since they couldn't open their mouths, it turned into barking.
"Still fucking dishonest! Still fucking dishonest!! Still fucking dishonest!!!"
Seeing that Shen Liushu was still sobbing, Ximen Dazhuang immediately slapped her three more times.
His hands are extremely heavy, even if he doesn't use his strength, it is not something that ordinary people can bear.
Zhao Rang had long observed Shen Liushu's aura and pace, and felt that although he had a foundation in martial arts, his determination was not high. He was probably a ninth-level martial artist who had just started, and could not survive an eighth-level martial artist.
Ximen Dazhuang's martial arts cultivation is similar to that of Zhao Rang, but he is not good with weapons and likes to use his brute force.
Over time, even though he has never practiced outside martial arts specifically, he is not willing to give in too much. A punch with all his strength can break mountains and rocks, and can break beams and pillars!
He still had a lot of energy left to deal with Shen Liushu. Otherwise, how could Chen Liushu have a chance to cry? He could hit his head three times along the neck!
"Why!"
Zhao Rang wanted to tell Ximen Dazhuang to stop, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out, his vision turned black, and he was about to fall forward.
Fortunately, Ye Sanniang had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately used a burst of strength to drag Zhao Rang's body and make him sit slowly against the eaves of the corridor that had not been damaged.
Zhao Rang immediately felt much more comfortable with the support of an external object on his body.
But he still couldn't even say a complete sentence. He even felt that as long as he opened his mouth, all his remaining energy would run out, leaving only his skin, no different from the walking dead.
"Sister Fairy! Look what's going on with my brother Rang!"
Ximen Dazhuang took care of Shen Liushu with all his hands, but he had never seen Zhao Rang so weak before, and he immediately became anxious! He begged Ye Sanniang again and again, and his voice became high-pitched and thin, as if I will cry in the next second!
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious! It's just that you're too exhausted!"
As Ye Sanniang spoke, she walked up behind Zhao Rang and said softly:
"Don't move!"
Then he placed the palms of his hands on Zhao Rang's temples, and two streams of pure energy slowly entered Zhao Rang's body, allowing his already chaotic spiritual platform to return to clarity.