There is a young man in the world who is heading south, and his reputation is gradually rising.
It's either a good reputation or not. Specifically, there is a competitive martial arts practitioner. When he goes to a place, he will find the most powerful people in that place to compete with each other and compete. The person he is looking for may not necessarily be the most famous in the local area, but his martial arts must be the best. In addition to martial arts, he would also ask for advice from people who were accomplished in Yin and Yang law. People say that this is a polite person and a person with excellent martial arts skills, but he is not a person with martial ethics.
Yes, there is no conflict between politeness and martial ethics. He would salute before the sparring session, and after the sparring session, he would not be arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat. But in the process of this competition, he will use hidden weapons. Although no one had ever banned it in the beginning, he did not take seriously many of the default rules of sparring. For him, unwritten rules are not rules. He has the right to use the moves and weapons that cannot be used without being told in advance. He thinks so, and many onlookers agree with his statement, but more people think that he is messy and unreasonable. Especially when the battle gets intense, he is even more unyielding and uses all possible means. His ferocity seems to be born out of a desire to win, and he must force the opponent to a dead end. Many people were seriously injured as a result. And the most egregious thing is that if the person he finds is unwilling to fight with him, he will force the opponent to make a move and insist on a fight. Many people feel that although this person is not an extremely evil person, he is too violent.
He doesn't seem to be specifically looking for people with superb martial arts skills, but rather just wherever he goes. Sometimes the opponents he finds are not as strong as the ones he met in the previous place, but he doesn't refuse anyone who comes. His first contest was about one-third of the way to the southern part of the country, and he is still heading south to this day. He has a name, and his surname is Yin. People say that he is so vicious, so he is probably not a descendant of the Yin family that was purged in the past. Then why is he so blatant, as if everyone in the world knows that he is a "fish that slipped through the net" and doesn't care? No one knew, they just felt that he was doing it deliberately.
Not long after, a more terrifying statement emerged. It is said that more than half of the people who had fought with him, regardless of the outcome or the severity of their injuries, suddenly fell ill after he left, until they lost their lives. The time of onset varied according to the severity of the injuries, but the only thing that remained the same was that both the doctor and the coroner said that their appearance and the characteristics of the corpses were like those of a poison—a poison for which there was as yet no antidote. At first, their relatives thought that the doctors were incompetent and could not come up with an antidote, but some people who knew weapons said that the young knight named Yin used Jin Mieya from the Six Paths Divine Weapon, and the poison of the scimitar was Like a living thing, it can evolve. It can adjust itself according to the different poisons and antidotes it comes into contact with, and even absorb the herbs that he has used throughout his life from the blood of the injured person, and develop corresponding resistance. No one can verify whether it is true or false. They only know that those who were injured, even if their skin was only scratched by the blade, would not survive. Those who survived dodged his sword. Of course, they are also very worried and anxious all day long. There were nearly twenty people who fought against him, and now there are only eight left alive.
If Yin Shaoxia was to be held accountable, he would have gone far away. However, news always spreads faster than any horse. Wherever he goes, people will stay away if they ask his name. No one wants to fight with him, the risk is too great. This time he came to an unknown village where there was not much information, but no one recognized him. However, there are no powerful characters here, and he is not here to discuss with anyone, he is just passing by to rest.
At night, he took a nap in a hut where he stayed overnight. Two thieves made a sneak attack at night, but he had already noticed them. Those two people are very skilled in martial arts and are not easy to deal with. If it were Yin Guihong in the past, he might still find it difficult. But after competing with more than twenty masters, he made some progress and was able to deal with these two people with ease. He knew exactly who they were, and their identities were revealed by the left lapel pressed against their chests. However, Yin Guihong knew that they were not sent by Shen Wujun, but were hired by relatives who had died in battle with him before. He didn't want to kill them if he could. But this was not because he was kind-hearted, but because he wanted to get information about the door owner. These two people were not the first batch of assassins sent by Zuojimen, and he didn't know if they were the same patrons as the last time. To him, compared to the last time, the martial arts of these two people were not much better. Another time before, someone poisoned his tea when he temporarily left his seat. I don't know if it was someone from Zuo Renmen. However, he did not fall into the trap. Instead, he habitually poured tea on the knife, walked away, and failed to let the poisoner succeed.
The scene was so chaotic that the temporary straw shed had long ago collapsed, and the family's yard was also in a mess. The little yellow dog was tied up. It was not old enough to be on its own, so it had to hide in the corner shivering and make an aggrieved snort. But the sound of the weapons fighting was enough to wake the owner. The owner was neither deaf nor blind. They saw chaos in the backyard while they were in the house, but no one dared to stop it. At this moment, one person had fallen, and Yin Guihong was at war with the remaining person.
"You are worthy of being an assassin from the Zuojin Sect. Any one or two of them can be compared with the masters I have recruited before. Working in a place like this will really bury you."
"Using people's money to help others eliminate disasters, it's a willing transaction, no need for reputation."
During the stalemate, the assassin struck preemptively and attacked head on with a knife. Yin Guihong parried easily and saved the day with only three moves and two moves. The sound of the ping-pong of the blades was endless, and no one wanted to take a break. Soon, Yin Guihong had the upper hand again, and used the special structure of this scimitar to defeat him. When the tip of the scimitar was only an inch away from the tip of the assassin's nose, the assassin raised his sword to touch it, and this prevented the weird scimitar from stabbing him head-on. Wear your own face.
"I don't want to kill you. You just need to tell me where your sect leader is now and what he has done, and I will spare your life. I heard that your rules have become less strict in recent years. Even if you become a bereaved dog, you will I won’t be executed by the sect’s rules.”
"It's not your turn to judge me!"
Yin Guihong frowned, feeling that he no longer had to talk nonsense with him. Zuo Renmen's minions are just rabble-rousers who don't know how to appreciate others. A drop of liquid gradually condensed on the blade of the scimitar and slowly moved down from the tip. Just as the assassin was sweating nervously, a stream of venom spurted out, drenching his face unprepared. He released his weapon, covered his face, let out a miserable cry, and rolled on the ground due to the unbearable burning sensation. The liquid will soon flow into the body along the mouth, eyes, ears and nose, and he will die soon.
Yin Guihong borrowed another dead man's clothes to wipe the blade clean. Under the moonlight, the blade seemed to be translucent, emitting a soft light, but it made the viewer shudder. He sheathed the knife and walked away with a swagger. When passing by the door, he saluted and apologized to the villagers and their families hiding at the door, and then walked down the street and disappeared from their sight.
The narrow dirt road was deserted. There are fields on one side and a courtyard wall on the other. In the fields at night, the chirping of insects was very noisy, mixed with the calls of frogs, sometimes distant and sometimes near. When he reached a certain place, he stopped and put his hand on the handle of Jin Mieya's knife.
"Who is waiting here?"
"Well, your martial arts skills are really good."
It's a gentle male voice. Following the voice, Yin Guihong raised his head and saw a figure standing on the rooftop of a two-story building inside the courtyard wall. He said to the man:
"Do you want to fight me too?"
"Hahaha, that's not necessary. I'm not a martial artist. I'm afraid I won't be able to beat you."
"Then what do you mean? In a village like this, there shouldn't be a maverick like you."
"You have become famous along the way, and people really have to pay attention to you. However, you seem to come from a far away place, and it is only when you are close that you start to become public. I guess you did it deliberately, but I can't guess. Why, I just think... I have the intention to lure people from Zuo Jinmen. Please forgive me for making wild assumptions on your part."
This man spoke politely, but Yin Guihong still felt vaguely unhappy. He said dissatisfiedly:
"You are so superior that you don't seem to want to talk to me on an equal footing."
"Um...Sorry, it seems inappropriate."
So the man at the top jumped up and landed steadily in front of him. He smiled, and the moonlight painted his face, showing a special kind of tranquility. She was dressed in decent clothes, clean, with nothing worth paying attention to, except for a blue musical instrument tied to her waist, whether it was a flute or a flute.
The two were facing each other, with only three feet between them. The man bowed and introduced himself:
"You can call me Wenjiu, Young Master Yin."
"You know me. But you... seem different from the others."
"Because I not only know you, but also understand you." Wenjiu said with a smile, "I asked a little bit about you."
"Why?"
This feeling of being in the dark makes Yin Guihong feel uncomfortable. He knew that he was indeed "somewhat famous" now, but the people he attracted didn't seem to be the people he wanted to meet.
"If I were to guess, you seem to be deliberately attracting the attention of Liu Dao Impermanence. At least you don't intend to hide it."
"Go on."
"People say that you are a descendant of the Yin family. If this is true, the person you most want to see in Zao Wu Chang should be a master who wields two swords. You have been using that special sword all the way, probably because you want to attract his attention. I don’t doubt you, but I don’t know yet whether your behavior matches your current strength.”
"I have already met him." Yin Guihong said, "I can already feel the gap in our strength. However, I also know that he will not attract attention because of my rampage. So it doesn't matter."
"I see. This journey, you are really just to hone yourself, not to gain a reputation."
"So what?"
Wenjiu nodded slightly and thought for a moment.
"I have a friend who has a common enemy with you. What's more, what's more, he probably has a common direction with you."
"direction?"
"If I guess correctly, your goal is to go to the distant Biluo Islands, right?"
"how do you know?"
Yin Guihong did not hide it. He cast a puzzled look and waited for the other party's answer.
