"What? What swordsmanship?"
A new and unheard name came to his ears, and for a while Yingping was very interested in this newly heard swordsmanship.
"Cui Cuo Sword Technique? It seems that I have never seen it mentioned in any books. Even Third Senior Brother, your 'Yang and Sword Technique' is mentioned in books, but this Cui Cuo..."
"That's natural, because of 'that person'."
"'that person'?"
"In terms of talent, I, Ji Yang, am as good as any of the people mentioned above. Even if the old flower farmer in the thatched cottage and the crazy woman in Yunyue Pavilion were standing in front of me, I would not look at each other, but in front of 'that person' , my talent...may only be considered 'mediocre'..."
If Ji Yangyu's talent is considered 'mediocre', then how talented must be the 'that person' he talks about?
"The 'Cuicuo Sword Technique' was created by 'that person'. Its sword technique is extremely sharp, as brilliant as the gorgeous fireworks in the sky. It can bring the practitioner's breath of heaven and earth to the extreme, using offense instead of defense in battle. Being aggressive and pushing people to make mistakes.”
"Then... isn't it a very powerful swordsmanship? Why does no one dare to practice it anymore?"
"However, the essence of this swordsmanship is 'kill one thousand enemies and damage yourself eight hundred'. Every move is a trauma to one's own meridians. If ordinary people practice such swordsmanship, which is against heaven and against humanity, I am afraid that they will not be able to survive." After practicing it, the meridians all over the body will be severed and the cultivation will be completely ruined. How easy is it?"
No wonder Uncle Seventh Master often practices until he ends up sitting in a wheelchair. His character and perseverance are beyond the reach of ordinary people, and I am afraid that even Third Master Uncle and Jiang Changming are not as good as him. At this time, I think back to what my master told me earlier about how the seventh uncle had been cleaning the shabby house for eighteen years. Perhaps in the world, only this taciturn seventh uncle can practice this sword technique.
"Third Senior Brother, then...who is 'that person'?"
Ji Yangyu suddenly lowered his head and stared at Ye Changshan calmly, as if this question touched some kind of taboo——
The identity, talent, and talent of 'that person' are all one-in-a-million. He is as free and easy as Ji Yang talks about this person in a fashionable manner with his peers and dare not call him by his name. How much magic does 'that person' have? There are thousands of books in the Central Plains, but only a few dare to explain this sword technique, let alone me? Once this topic is started, it cannot be taken back. How can one explain that person and that thing clearly to the two young men in front of him?
At this time, Ji Yangyu was caught in a decision-he was deciding whether to lead the topic into the dark, deep and long-standing taboo.
The sudden silence and Ji Yang's calm eyes made Ye Changshan feel creepy. This third senior brother always knows everything, so why does he always use the words 'that person' instead this time? Do these three words represent something terrible? Or is 'that person' somehow involved with Third Senior Brother? Or should I say that I shouldn't ask any more questions at all...
Ye Changshan's intuition was indeed correct. Why did Ji Yangyu use 'that person' instead? Why did he suddenly look at his junior brother quietly? Why did he feel briefly entangled in his heart at this moment, even if it was just a short moment? Those four appalling words lingered in the hearts of everyone in the Wei Palace like a nightmare. The entire Wei Palace and even the entire Wei Dynasty kept silent about these four words.
"The difficulty of midnight..."
One person, one sword, one night, a palace, a nightmare... Ji Yangyu finally said these four words, with some helplessness, some pity and some regret in his tone.
'...Madman... broke into the Wei Palace at night... killed hundreds of people in a row and no one could stop him...' These words flashed through Ye Changshan's mind. That time a few years ago When he sneaked into the third senior brother's room, Ye Changshan was attracted by a few words in a book, but since then he has never found any records about the 'Midnight Disaster' in any book.
"Is that...'madman'?" Ye Changshan probed cautiously, for fear of touching something again.
Ji Yangyu nodded.
"Is that 'madman' so strong? What did he do in Wei Palace that night?"
"Killing, endless killing..."
A voice came from the door, and everyone looked back in surprise, but before everyone could recover, the voice continued to introduce the 'madman' that the three people called -
"There is a huge sword named 'Bafang Zhi', and he uses the 'Cuicuo Sword Technique' to its fullest, which can be said to be the pinnacle of excellence. That man broke through twenty-six palace gates and challenged one hundred and twenty masters of the Wei Palace. Five hundred and thirteen lives were lost in one night under his sword, and it was like entering a deserted land."
This short sentence was like a shadow puppet show that made people feel the ups and downs. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the two of them hard. When the two of them came to their senses, they saw Qilang standing calmly at the door, as if what he just described was just a very ordinary thing.
This is the most talkative time the two of them have seen him speak since they met Qilang.
"Then what is the level of cultivation of this 'madman'?"
"His cultivation combined with his original swordsmanship has actually reached the realm of Tianshu."
"That is to say, in addition to Caotang and Yunyue Pavilion, there is actually a Tianshu Grand Master in the Central Plains!?"
Shichiro nodded, but then added: "But it's gone again."
"No more? Why?"
"Teacher." Only when Shichiro said these two words did people feel that he was a person of flesh and blood. He continued: "After that person entered the territory of the Wei Dynasty, the Wei Palace sent eight urgent letters to the teacher, and each letter contained only eight short words."
"Which eight characters?"
"'If you don't come, sir, the Kingdom of Wei will perish'!"
How could the great Wei Dynasty be pushed to the brink of subjugation by a 'madman'? Ye Changshan and Yingping took a deep breath, their hearts filled with shock.
"Then...did the teacher go there in the end?"
"went."
Qilang seemed to be a different person today, and his chat box was completely opened today.
Qilang continued: "That man fought all the way to the secret palace of Wei Palace. At that time, the female prime minister... and the old emperor of Wei were hiding inside. At that time, Zhe Helan and Han Dan had already arrived In front of the palace, trying to stop that person."
"Both the old flower farmer and Han Dan are here?"
"At that time, the two of them had entered the Tianji Realm, but they failed to trap the man. Zhe Helan almost died under the 'Bafang Zhi'. The man focused his whole life on that sword. That was the most powerful and unstoppable sword of 'Cui Cuo Sword Technique'."
The two Tianji strongmen surrounded one person, but still failed. 'Madman' is really strong.
"What happened next?"
"It's a pity that the teacher is here." Qilang's tone changed slightly, but then he inexplicably brought the topic back to Cui Cuo's sword technique: "Maybe I will never be able to thrust a sword like that in my life... ..”
Ye Changshan and Yingping felt a little puzzled. It seemed that Qilang had a special pursuit of that sword.
"That sword...what happened in the end?"
"It was resolved by the teacher..." Shichiro seemed to be obsessed with the power of the sword, and then he praised: "But the sword was too powerful, and it still penetrated Orihelan's chest."
Ye Changshan suddenly remembered Qin Jingqing's words that day - "And Zhe Helan was only in the Tianji realm back then, and what followed... was stabbed with a sword in the 'Midnight Disaster', and she was seriously injured ten times in the palace." On the fourth day, after walking through the gate of hell, he first understood the way of Tianshu. After recovering from his injuries, he retreated for seven or forty-nine days and entered the realm of Tianshu. '
"Is it because of this sword that Zhehelan entered the Tianshu realm?" Ye Changshan asked.
Seeing Qilang nodding, Ye Changshan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Although Zhehelan suffered heavy losses, he understood the way of Tianshu. It was really a blessing in disguise.
"Uncle Seventh Master, why do you know so much about this 'madman'?"
Qilang looked at Yingping, and his dull eyes suddenly radiated a little bit of sporadic heat, like a small torch lit in the dark night of ice and snow.
"Because, I admire that man."
Yingping was speechless for a moment, looking at Qilang's way of saying this, was it a bit like when he mentioned his third uncle? Looking at the silent Ji Yangyu beside him, Yingping suddenly became curious and asked: "Uncle Third Master, do you admire that 'madman'?"
"No."
"Then who do you admire? Master?"
"Ji Yangyu only admires people, not worships them."
As soon as these words came out, Yingping's admiration for Ji Yangyu became even stronger, his eyes shone with approval, and he thought in his heart - he is indeed the third uncle! As expected of the person I admire Yingping, domineering!
"What happened to that person in the end?" Ye Changshan was still curious about that person and continued to ask.
"The teacher cut off the man's meridians with one palm, dispersed his cultivation, drove him out of the Central Plains, and exiled him outside Tianmen Pass."
Just let him go? Ye Changshan was confused. The teacher had always taken the responsibility of protecting the Central Plains as his own. Logically speaking, such a sinful person should be slapped to death by the teacher. Why should he be spared his life?
"Just let him go? Such a heinous person...shouldn't he be killed to respect the world?"
There was a moment of silence in the kitchen.
Ji Yangyu sighed softly, and Qilang also returned to his usual silence.
Yingping just reacted at this time, and then he looked at the seventh uncle and then the third uncle, hoping to get the answer from their mouths.
But this silence came so untimely, even a little strange.
You know who does not talk, do not know the speaker.
The whole kitchen was as quiet as if there was no one around, as if the truth would be a shocking secret, like a flower that hides poison and is extremely fragrant, attracting those who watch it to put their noses forward.
Suddenly, a figure flashed by——
"Because that person is the most gifted and talented person after the teacher in the past century, and the most qualified to succeed the teacher and become the next generation of people to protect the Central Plains..."
Everyone was startled and turned around to see that Wen Junchen suddenly appeared behind everyone. Before everyone had time to digest what he just said, Wen Junchen continued to say——
"That man's name is Bo Qingbo. He used to be...our senior brother and the teacher's favorite disciple..."
These words were like a bolt of thunder falling on a clear sky. The sound of thunder shook the heaven and earth. It was like the force of a catastrophic force and the sound of thunder. It shocked the two young men to the point of motionlessness and their eyes were as wide as the eyes of a bull.
[There is another chapter at 8pm]
