Lincheng Huamo Chapter 45: There is a lack of swords
Ying Ruge was a little depressed and frowned. In the end, Zhuge Ding actually agreed to this. This deal was too...
"Ying'er, I've recalled enough of the past. As this person is getting older, it's easy to think about those years. Tell me, what do you want to know? One thing you have to understand is that no one will know that you have come to see me, except
That sleepy fox Yan Xiao."
Ying Ruge took off the sword and placed it on the stone table. Zhuge Ding laughed out loud when he saw Long Yao: "After so many years, I see this tattered thing again."
"Elder has seen this sword before?"
"Do you know who this sword belongs to?"
Ying Ruge shook her head. There were many famous swords in the world. If Sword Master Mo Yu hadn't listed the top ten famous swords according to hundreds of schools of thought, he still wouldn't know which ten they were.
"Long Yao's sword is an evil sword, or it can be either sentimental or ruthless. The person holding this sword has a very strange name. His name is Zangren. I'm afraid you have never heard of it."
Ying Ruge had heard of the name "Zangbian", but it was from Zhongxihou's words. If there is a blade, why should it be hidden?
Is it because I don't want to see blood when I hide my blade so that no one knows about it, or because I'm just waiting for an opportunity to act?
"Master knows this person."
Ying Ruge didn't ask any more questions. The sword was snatched from the hands of a nearly dead guy. But now that she thought about it, if she said it was snatched, it was indeed more like a gift. The dead guy took his own
The sword was given to me. The scene of grabbing the sword that day slowly emerged in my mind. The man was thin and unsteady, and his hand strength was extremely poor. He had a boyish look and an old man's voice, and he had a pair of poisonous eyes.
But later, his appearance changed freely, like an evil person.
But such a person doesn't look like someone who can wield a sword to the end of the world.
"Yan Xiao should know that this hidden blade is extremely respectful to Yan Xiao."
Ying Ruge listened and couldn't figure it out, and suddenly realized something. Looking at Long Yao again, could it be that the master asked someone to send the sword? If so, why not unseal his thirteen hatreds? Wouldn't that be simpler?
"Elder, which one is better, Baiyun Sword Technique or Wu Yu Sword Technique?"
"No sword manual is truly invincible. No matter how simple a move is, practiced to the extreme, it will be invincible. No matter how invincible the move is, it is useless if you don't know the basics of it. I don't know what the relationship between Baiyun Sword Technique and Wuyu Sword Technique is in the beginning.
, after getting deeper into the book, the two sword manuals are indeed different. Wuyun Sword is a sword move that is unique to me, one that can be used as a hundred swords at the same time, and the world is the master of it. Baiyun Sword is like water, tender, loyal, filial, benevolent, but it goes its own way, so it is
There will be a few words, let me think about it..."
The old man stood up, put his hands on his lower back, and looked up at the ventilated patio. Every time he took a breath, the flesh on his body would tremble three times. But all of a sudden, the aura of old age and weakness disappeared, and in an instant, he was full of energy.
"The Overlord's sword shatters the dreams of mountains and rivers, and when he returns, yellow flowers fall all over the West City. My wife's sword leaves a cloudless sky, and I will walk alone in this world of love."
What the hell?
Zhuge Ding looked at the young man in front of him. It was clear that at the age of thirteen or fourteen, his martial arts attainments had already reached a certain level, and his ancestor had already reached a certain level. But why did his aura weaken so much every time he saw him? His sword power was originally rated as a third-grade sword.
Now he has fallen to the fifth level. On the contrary, when the child of Fuyu came to visit last month, his sword intention was close to the realm of incomparable. In another four or five years, when it comes to swords, he will be afraid of all the people in the world, even those who are hiding in the dark.
The old monsters here are no match for them no matter how hard they are.
Zhuge Ding laughed, if the descendant of Baiyun Sword and the descendant of Wuyu Sword had not met, Ying Ruge would not have come to ask him these questions.
Obviously, the descendants of Baiyunjian were defeated, completely defeated.
Oh, by the way, that guy Zhong Nanyan’s boy is called Zhong Xihou!
Zhuge Ding thought for a long time before speaking slowly: "Ying'er, do you know what is missing from your sword? All swords are not made in a day. You are now a broken blade. Only by re-tempering and forging can you regain its sharpness. Come on.
Come, first of all, heal your injuries. Without a strong body, I fear that one day you will not even be able to hold Long Yao. When a dazzling star shines, no matter how glorious it is, if it falls, who will be able to hold it back?
Will you remember him?"
Zhuge Ding rummaged through the pile of paper and finally pulled out a white wooden box about one and a half feet long and half a foot wide. He blew the dirt on it and handed it to Ying Ruge. He motioned for him to open it, and Ying Ruge opened the box.
Ruge is very familiar with the sword manual in it. The first few words of the Baiyun sword manual are frowning, "Invisible for thousands of miles, riding alone in the world of mortals."
Invisible for thousands of miles? Why invisible for thousands of miles?
Zhuge Ding chuckled, took the wine jar into his arms again, and took a greedy sip.
"Elder..."
Zhuge Ding waved his hand and said with a smile: "If my guess is correct, Zhong Xihou's child has mastered the Wuyu sword technique to the best of his ability. It is difficult for him to have an opponent within a hundred steps. Even if he is silent, that child will be afraid.
You may not be able to defeat Zhong Xihou. You were still young when Bai Yunxian left. Although you practice swordsmanship every day, you have no one to guide you. This sword manual was created by practicing martial arts in my dreams thousands of times over the past few months.
Now let me explain, with your talent and foundation, coupled with appropriate training methods, you can get twice the result with half the effort, or practice swordplay for half a year, and you can be as good as Zhong Xihou."
Can he be on par with him? Ying Ruge didn't show any emotion at all. He accepted the white wooden box. Originally, he came here to ask about the way of swordsmanship, but what is the way?
There are a thousand ways for a thousand people. Since the ways are different, can Zhuge Ding truly be free from worries and worries after solving his doubts?
When it comes to swordsmanship, Zhuge Ding does not mix personal emotions. Since his birth and since he learned swordsmanship, the contemporary swordsman Leng Buyu has been the most highly regarded. The reason why he said that Leng Buyu may not necessarily be able to defeat Zhong Xihou is not to say that in
With a sword, Zhong Xihou's talent is not as good as Leng Buyu's. In terms of talent, if Leng Buyu is the first class, Zhong Xihou is the second class, but after all, there is an age difference of nearly ten years, and this Zhong Xihou is exactly the same.
In the prime of life, when all functions are at their peak, one does not dare to speak nonsense.
"Ying'er, I plan to travel to other places today and tomorrow. It may be difficult to see me next time. If you have any concerns or doubts, please tell me."
"Elder..." Ying Ruge hesitated again and again, then seemed relieved and said in a slow and calm voice, "Can a person really only practice one swordsmanship in his life?"
Zhuge Ding nodded and said: "Ying'er, although you are able to dominate the world, your knowledge is too complex, and all your abilities are just a little bit behind. If you devote yourself wholeheartedly to practicing Baiyun Swordsmanship, or you are not the same
The words are still indistinguishable."
Ying Ruge hesitated again and again, and then said: "Then maybe I need another sword manual annotated by the elders."
Zhuge Ding frowned slightly, but it was only for a moment. He smiled again, waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter."
"Sword manual written by Gongzi Wushuang..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Ding took it and said happily: "Oh, I don't understand why Ying'er is so interested in such fragments, but it doesn't matter, come on, come on, help me burn everything in this house, I
I will write and draw this "Nine Stars Flying Down" for you on the side."
Ying Ruge must have said so, and without asking why, he put the sword manuals in the room one by one into the fire as if adding firewood.
If this kind of behavior were introduced to the ears of swordsmen all over the world, even ordinary warriors who are not skilled in swordsmanship, they would curse Ying Ruge for wasting natural resources, and he was doomed to die of choking on food, water, or walking.
While writing and drawing, Zhuge Ding spread his knowledge and said cheerfully: "I really don't know how Master Wushuang created this quick-hand sword in the past, but the sword manual was severely damaged. In the end, only eleven were handed down.
Mode······"
Under the mask, Ying Ruge frowned and asked, "With the nine stars flying down, could it be the Nine Styles of Quick Sword?"
Zhuge Ding laughed and said: "That's right, you have that famous fast swordsman under your command, what is his name? Forget it, let's not mention the old name, just call him Kui Mulang. Kui Mulang is the best fast swordsman today, by the way.
The person who gave you the sword, Hidden Blade, when I met him more than thirty years ago, he also had this fast sword with nine stars flying down."
Ying Ruge was quite interested, and continued to throw scrolls of sword manuals into the fire while looking at Zhuge Ding. As she listened to this article, the sword master came and went and continued talking: "I will rank with you and list the ten.
Nine stars fly over the famous masters, no, no, no, there are only four people who can perform well in swordsmanship. One person has a hidden blade, the sword moves with the shadow, the sword is drawn in secret, and the person dies but does not know who the murderer is, and there is no trace of the murderer in the daytime, it is considered
The darkness of this sword technique is brought into full play. Na Kuimu Lang is considered the number one in Jiuxing Feifu today. He can draw the sword so fast that Fu Yu, the kid, can't beat him. Unfortunately, he is too evil-minded, but in terms of swordsmanship,
It’s a pity to seal the sword.”
Ying Ruge would not have expected that Zhuge Ding would have such an evaluation of Kuimu Lang, but the last comment on the hidden blade brought out Jiuxing Feifu's dark side to the fullest. Could it be that there is something else to this sword technique? Let's put aside your doubts for now.
, and continued to listen to him talk about the other two people.
"The third one is a junior, called Wen Jin. At the age of twenty-nine, he can already break the wind with one sword. The reason why this junior is so attractive to me is that he has discovered the infinite subtlety of swordsmanship. The fourth one is that man.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t mention it, it doesn’t matter if you don’t mention it.”
Ying Ruge suddenly became more and more interested in Jiuxing Feifu, but when she heard that the old guy was unwilling to finish talking about the four swordsmen, she became unhappy and asked: "Is the fourth person so unconventional or obscure?"
Zhuge Ding was still cheerful, and finally couldn't hold it back and said: "You know there is an old fox in Jinling. The old fox raised three little foxes. One died, one got sick, and the other was stupid and stunned.
Enlightenment..."
Ying Ruge spoke intermittently and asked: "Mo, isn't that, the young prince, Zhu Yinuo?"
Zhuge Ding opened his eyes wide and calmed his expression. He rolled his eyes and saw that Ying'er had been to Jinling, so it was not surprising to know Zhu Yinuo. He hurriedly explained: "Yes, it is your cousin Zhu Yinuo. This is
I saw this kid once in the extra chapter of Yunyou last year, and he was able to wield a sharp sword. I'm afraid he has six successful abilities, but he still can't master them. The reason why I listed him as four is because he has excellent talent. If he has a good teacher to guide him and a solid foundation,
In less than five years, it is not surprising to be able to comprehend the tenth pose on his own, or to be able to break through the eleventh pose. By the way, when Chun Ming came back last time, he said that the man named Wen Jin had already comprehended the thirteenth pose on his own.
Mode."
If Ying Ruge was drinking water at this moment, he was afraid that he would choke. How many ways could Jiuxing Feifu do? Similarly, he was even more curious. How could he not understand Zhu Yinuo's ability? He was not so much a swordsman, but a swordsman.
Sword boy Zhu Yinuo, no matter how hard he studies and practices, he will be a swordsman with excellent body skills in the end. If he wants to enter the realm of the sword master with no one under his sword, I am afraid that he will be a swordsman.
Hopeless.
"Does the elder know the purpose of Ying Ruge specifically asking for the "Nine Stars Flying Down"?"
Zhuge Ding frowned and thought, constantly rolling his eyes, blinking, shaking his head and sighing. Before Ying Ruge could speak, he rushed to say: "Leave aside the grievances of the previous generation, no matter what, this young prince and you are flesh and blood brothers.
No, maybe you also have a crush on this kid Zhu Yinuo?"
Ying Ruge nodded slightly, but still had no time to speak. Zhuge Ding rushed to speak again: "Actually, when I saw him, I already saw that this kid is brave and heroic, but he is too stupid and doesn't understand the world. The original intention is that if he gets enlightened one day, he will be left to his own devices.
Guide him to enlightenment. If he suffers a loss and falls, but still refuses to change, the nine stars will fly down and the remaining eleven postures will become nine postures, then just nine postures, it doesn't matter anymore."
Zhuge Ding was on good terms with Yan Xiao and knew about Ying Ruge's life experience. After Yan Xiao left, Zhuge Ding, besides the four sword boys under him, cared most about the baby. He was afraid that one day he would blame others and blame others, and he would be unable to suppress his inner demons and rush to the house.
Mo County is killing people.
But Zhuge Ding would also wonder why he finally asked for this quick-hand sword manual instead of the passionate and ruthless sword manual.
Ying Ruge was about to speak again, but Zhuge Ding interrupted her: "Then burn this volume and wait for me to paint another volume."
"What's wrong?"
Zhuge Ding smiled, and said playfully like a naughty boy despite his age: "This sword manual is based on your qualifications, but although that little guy is stupid, his brain is better than yours. That year we were in the desert
, I was so hungry that my eyes were filled with stars, and finally I got lucky and saw a piece of cactus. Others cut off the whole cactus, but this guy was better. He used his sword to make an opening on the cactus, and then used his sword to pick off the meat bit by bit.
He just dug out a hole the size of a person in the cactus. He ate and drank in the cactus to keep his mind sharp. So if he was too straightforward with this kid, it would be difficult for him to understand the 12th and 13th poses. Maybe
If he pursues it all his life, he might be able to comprehend the eighty-one postures of the whole chapter..."