When he heard Zhao Rang admit that he was Zhao Rang, the man's expression changed quietly, with slight envy mixed with disdain. These two completely opposite and contradictory expressions appeared on the same face at the same time, which was indescribably strange. But it happened to appear again, and upon closer inspection, it was not too disharmonious, which was even more strange.
It's easy to be dismissive of someone.
Especially young people, they say they won't compete with anyone, or even disdain to compete with anyone, but in reality they look down on everyone in their hearts and want to compete with everyone and compete with each other.
But envy is difficult to judge.
If a person envies another person, he must know something about him. Only in this way can we compare and find the places that are beyond our reach, so as to create envy.
But Zhao Rang was very sure that he had never met or knew the person in front of him. Since I don’t know him, where does this envy come from?
The other party seemed to notice that Zhao Rang was doubtful, and for some reason, the envy on his face became even stronger.
After a moment of silence, the man calmed down slightly and said:
"My name is Li Yanyun."
Zhao Rang searched the name again in his mind to make sure he had never heard of it. However, to be on the safe side, he asked again:
"Swallow's swallow?"
Li Yanyun shook his head and replied:
"The goose of the wild goose."
Zhao Rang felt that this name had a certain artistic conception and magnanimity, and he should be a member of a noble family. Although in my own impression, there is no family named Li who uses swords in the northern territory of Dawei, but not knowing about it does not mean that it does not exist. Having offended a member of the Zheng family, Zhao Rang already felt that he was a little reckless, not to mention that he didn't have a knife now, and he didn't want to get angry with Li Yanyun, so he generously held his hand and said:
"It turns out to be Mr. Li! I have admired him for a long time!"
Li Yanyun's expression suddenly lost any trace of envy, and was replaced by disgust.
"Are you, the children of aristocratic families, so hypocritical?"
Zhao Rang was speechless after saying this... He was indeed being polite just now. After all, I have never even heard of the name Li Yanyun, so how can I talk about admiring him for a long time?
However, people who know etiquette can usually tell that this is a courtesy, or they are too self-effacing to take it seriously. Even if it doesn't work, a few words of "where, where" are enough to deal with it, but this Li Yanyun nakedly opened the lid and gave it to Zhao. He left no room at all, which made him very embarrassed who was used to this.
"Why, am I wrong? All the reactions in your body tell me that you don't know me, but you pretend to say something. It turns out that, after looking at it for a long time, it seems that my name is like thunder to your ears!"
"It's a shame that you're also a knife user. It's really disgusting!"
No matter how well-educated a person is, if he is scolded for no reason like this, his Taoist heart will surely be damaged. Not to mention that Zhao Rang didn't have a good temper to begin with.
I was already irritated because I got lost and separated from my friends, but here comes this god with a knife! I greeted him politely, but he insisted on giving me a slap in the face.
The clay figurine also has a three-part earth nature. Zhao Rang immediately retorted and said:
"We met by chance, and I saw that you must be a great man, so I was a little polite. Don't be ignorant of good and evil!"
Li Yanyun grinned and replied:
"I just don't know what you are good at!"
Zhao Rang clenched his fists and was trying his best to restrain himself. Suddenly, he heard Li Yanyun continue:
"As a swordsman, it's better to go to the academy and become a scholar in the academy! I thought that someone like you might have something to hide when you pretend to be me. If we can talk openly, it won't be a big deal. But once we meet Only then did I realize that you are good at this!"
Zhao Rang heard this strangely and asked doubtfully:
"When did I impersonate you?"
Li Yanyun sneered and didn't answer.
Zhao Rang's mind suddenly went blank, and he looked at the black sword without a scabbard in his hand, and suddenly understood something.
"Are you the apprentice of the Northern Swordsman Eleven?"
In Ye Sanniang's inn in Yangguan, Zhao Rang drank and beheaded people with a sword. He beheaded Mr. Zheng and then lost the scabbard. After accepting the escort job from Ye Sanniang, he was mistaken for Shang Shiyi's apprentice on the road precisely because the knife he used had no scabbard.
At that time, Zhao Rang knew that the only apprentice accepted by Shang Shiyi, the Sword King in the North, had already completed his studies and started traveling around the world.
Shang Shi himself used a sword without a scabbard, so his apprentice should do the same.
No one knows what style and color of the knife Shang Shiyi and his apprentice used. Because before this, his apprentice had never made a name for himself in the world. Everyone who has seen Shang Shiyi use his sword has died due to his self-created "Eleven Sword Style".
Moreover, Shang Shiyi was not a child of an aristocratic family, and no one knew where he had learned from. He seemed to have been raised from birth and suddenly appeared out of nowhere. With one move, he killed the water bandits who had been entrenched by the Taishang River for many years - the twelve water and land villages of the Sihaiyoulong Gang. The leader of the gang, "He Bo", had his limbs chopped off, his ears and nose cut off, and his eyes gouged out.
He single-handedly destroyed an entire gang and caused the tragic death of a generation of heroes, which shocked the world. Wherever there is a guest in Jianghu, no one is talking about this matter. Fortunately, the Sihaiyoulong Gang is not a well-known sect, and all the fishermen and farmers on both sides of the Taishang River are oppressed by it. After learning that he had been destroyed, everyone clapped their hands and cheered, and even raised money to build a shrine for Shang Shiyi, where he worshipped every day and the incense continued.
It was after this time that it was rumored that Shang Shiyi adopted an orphan whose parents were oppressed to death by the Sihaiyoulong Gang as his disciple. This would last for fifteen years.
In these fifteen years, Shang Shiyi had a limited number of sword strikes, but he no longer focused on killing, and his methods were not as cruel as before. Those who died under his hands were all treacherous and evil, and their martial arts cultivation was no lower than the fourth level. The first "He Bo" was a third-level martial arts grandmaster who had been on the throne for a long time.
A free traveler with no family or sect could achieve such a level of cultivation with the sword. The name "King of Swords" spread like wildfire and became more and more famous, and the orphan he adopted became a disciple of the King of Swords.
However, Shang Shiyi protected his apprentice very well, and even his name was never known to outsiders. Now standing in front of him in good condition, Zhao Rang felt that he was very honored, and at the same time also a little guilty...
Although the incident in Yangguanzhong was not intentional, it was ultimately caused by him and brought trouble to Li Yanyun. In the final analysis, it is understandable that others blame you, so you have to admit it!
"Brother Li, I acted urgently at that time, and the scabbard was indeed lost for some reason. I didn't deliberately put the blame on it! I, Zhao Rang, am here to apologize to you!"
Zhao Rang's words were sincere and sincere, but Li Yanyun didn't appreciate them at all.
For such a stubborn and paranoid person, once they figure out who the other person is, it will be difficult to change them. The words he just said made him even more contemptuous of Zhao Rang... He felt that this man was hypocritical to the core and hopeless!
"Yun'er, who are you talking to?"
A majestic voice sounded, and it echoed in all directions on Songtao Mountain where the voice could not be transmitted at all.
"Master, I found the person pretending to be me! It's him, Zhao Rang!"
As soon as Li Yanyun finished speaking, an old man with white hair and a childish face, wearing linen clothes and sandals, appeared out of nowhere.
"Yun'er, what did I teach you? Mr. Zhao just apologized to you, why are you still so aggressive?"
Li Yanyun was obviously a little afraid of the old man in front of him and did not dare to talk back openly, but he still whispered in a low voice and said:
"He didn't apologize...he was just pretending..."
Before he finished speaking, a black light suddenly fell on the top of his head, and in an instant it retracted into the old man's sleeve.
Zhao Rang felt that such a commanding sword technique was comparable to his father's full blow, but this old man was so relaxed and casual, as if he was dreaming, with reality mixed with illusion.
In surprise, Zhao Rang realized that Li Yanyun called this old man Master, so he should be the Sword King of the North, Shang Shiyi!
"Boy Zhao Rang, I have met the Sword King!"
The old man waved his hand and said with a smile:
"They are all spreading lies about whether they are kings or not. Mr. Zhao, do you think this little old man is worthy of the word 'king'?"
Zhao Rang didn't expect this long-established and extremely upright senior to be so humble, so he couldn't help but respect him even more and said:
"Senior is so humble!"
Shang Shiyi couldn't help but think highly of Zhao Rang when he saw that Zhao Rang was very considerate and showed no frivolity like a child of a noble family.
I remember that when he first debuted, he was still young and energetic, and had a strong and bloody temperament. He always looked down on these so-called children of aristocratic families. Now, after wandering in the long river of time for a long time, that sharpness has gradually returned to the original heart, and the hostility is no longer apparent. Facing juniors like Zhao Rang, they are all generous and peaceful.
"Mr. Zhao, don't blame me. This disciple of mine has no experience in the world, so I owe a lot in dealing with people. It's also strange for the little old man. When he accepted him as his disciple, his temperament and temperament were the same as his current one, so he passed it on to he."
Then he changed the subject and asked again:
"But Mr. Zhao, as the son of the Zhao family, why did he come to the Western Region? Things are not peaceful here lately!"
Zhao Rang didn't know his purpose clearly, so he politely said "travel" to get over it. Regardless of whether Shang Shiyi believed it or not, wasn't it the same for his apprentice? What's more, given his cultivation level and seniority, he probably wouldn't question Zhao Rang about this.
"Oh, I see, that's the same as Yun'er's purpose. Mr. Zhao wants to go over Songtao Mountain to the other three of the Upper Four Kingdoms?"
Zhao Rang replied respectfully:
"Exactly. But I heard in Chagan Toluogai that there is a powerful knife maker in the mountain. The knife in my hand happened to be missing, so I wanted to look for it to see if I could be lucky enough to encounter it and ask for a good knife!"
Before Shang Shiyi could speak, Li Yanyun laughed first. But when his master glared at him, he immediately stopped, lowered his head, and stood quietly.
"Haha, but an old cook told Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Rang was shocked and said:
"Exactly! Senior, do you know this swordsmith?"
Shang Shishi smiled but said nothing.
Zhao Rang said in disbelief:
"Could it be that Senior is actually..."
