Since ancient times, swordsmiths and swordsmen have been two types of people.
No swordsman dares to say that he knows the knife better than the knife maker, but once a knife is forged, the fate of the knife has nothing to do with the knife maker.
Simply put, the mission of the knifemaker ends when a knife is completed. The story of the swordsman begins from this moment.
From Shang Shiyi's performance just now, Zhao Rang came to a conclusion that shocked even him.
Shang Shiyi is both a swordsman and a swordsman.
He is the branch of Tongbao Bank, the swordsmith mentioned by the old master in the kitchen, and he is also the famous swordsman king in the Northern Territory of Dawei!
Although they both have the same word for sword, there is a divine punishment between them.
The only person in the world who has a name, both as a swordsman and as a swordsman, is Xu Mute. Not only was this man good at making knives, he was also good at using them, and he was not mute. He got this nickname because he was so focused on forging that he could go a long time without saying a word.
But Xu Yaba’s ending was not happy.
Although he left his name, it seemed just to make people sigh...
Since then, the gap between swordsmen and swordsmen has become even greater. After all, the only person who crossed the two sides died miserably, so everyone thought it was unlucky to do so, so they were all taboo.
Looking at his age, Shang Shiyi was definitely much older than Xu Dumba when he died, at least fifteen years older. That is to say, when Shang Shiyi had just made his debut, cleaned up the Sihaiyoulong Gang, and accepted Li Yanyun as his apprentice, Xu Duba died.
Looking at it this way, what everyone calls unlucky becomes nonsense.
Because Shang Shiyi is not only alive, but also alive and well! Moreover, all of his apprentices have already graduated, but I don’t know if this apprentice has inherited his skills as a swordsmith.
"Master Zhao, do you want a knife?"
After Zhao Rang slowly recovered from his surprise, Shang Shiyi asked.
Zhao Rang nodded and replied seriously:
"The boy saw the masterpiece of his predecessor in the hands of the old master in the kitchen. Although it was just a kitchen knife, you can tell the whole story by looking at the spots. The skill of the senior's knife-making skills has always reached the pinnacle."
Shang Shiyi touched the short beard on his chin and said with a smile:
"Master Zhao, don't try to kill me! Besides, if you want a knife, how can you ask me for it? The Zhao family's Hall of Hundred Swordsmen is filled with famous swords from past dynasties. If you just pick one, it will be the sharpest sword in the world!"
Zhao Rang mockingly told Shang Shiyi and his apprentice Li Yanyun about the ups and downs he had experienced along the way. No matter how well-educated Shang Shiyi was, he couldn't help but chuckle.
When people are unlucky, misfortunes never come singly.
After Shang Shiyi finished laughing, he raised his cuffs and a black knife slipped out of them.
"Master, what do you want to do?"
Li Yanyun said very nervously.
Shang Shiyi ignored him and flicked the sword with his finger.
"Buzz..."
A long cry, like the roar of a dragon, lingers for a long time.
"It's a pity that the old man has knocked down the stove and no longer makes knives. Except for the one in Yun'er's hand, this is the only knife I have made in the world. If Mr. Zhao doesn't dislike it, take it and deal with it first!"
As soon as Shang Shiyi finished speaking, he heard Li Yanyun yell:
"no!"
This is his master's sword. In his eyes, it is like the leader's token. The emperor's jade seal has transcended the meaning of the sword itself and has become a symbol.
Li Yanyun has long regarded his master's sword as his own.
In his eyes, no one but himself was qualified to inherit this sword.
Because inheriting this sword also means inheriting the title of the "Northern Sword King" from his master.
However, he forgot how he got the title of master, and also forgot that a sword is just a sword. Different people give it different values and meanings. If you change it to another one, it can still become the King of Swordsman's sword. But Li Yanyun couldn't understand the reason, or in other words, he was a person who accepted death.
The best way to deal with such a person is to make him suffer.
And he suffered a loss in what he was best at and most confident in!
As a disciple of the King of Swordsman, Li Yanyun is of course best at swords!
Zhao Rang ignored Li Yanyun's murderous eyes. After thanking Shang Shiyi, he took the knife from his hand, then turned to Li Yanyun and asked:
"Do you think I'm not worthy of using this knife?"
Li Yanyun gritted his teeth and replied:
"Use? You don't even deserve to take a look!"
Zhao Rang curled his lips and said:
"You are too angry!"
Li Yanyun sneered and said:
"Animosity is nothing. As long as the knife is fast enough!"
Like his master, he is a person who likes speed.
Whether it has anything to do with knives or not, he likes speed, which is even more exaggerated than his master.
A bowl of noodles was served. As soon as ordinary people raised their chopsticks, the last mouthful of soup in Li Yanyun's bowl had already gone down his throat.
When walking, there must be no other people in front of you, and you have to walk to the front in one breath before you stop.
Whenever he finishes faster than others, Li Yanyun's heart will feel extraordinarily peaceful. At this time, his anger is not strong, but he will become full of love, and he will even squat down and scratch the chin of a wild cat on the roadside.
"You think your knife is fast?"
Li Yanyun said contemptuously:
"Not as fast as my master, but definitely faster than you!"
Zhao Rang followed Shang Shiyi's example and flicked his finger on the blade, closed his eyes and savored the buzz of the blade.
"Would you like to make a bet with me?"
After the buzzing subsided, Zhao Rang opened his eyes and asked.
"What bet?"
Li Yanyun said proudly.
No matter what he bets on, he is very confident. Because he feels that as long as he is fast enough, he will definitely win!
"If you win the bet, this knife will be yours. But if you lose, I won't be polite."
Li Yanyun was immediately moved when he saw Zhao Rang using this knife as a bet. But this knife was given to him by his master after all. No matter how violent Li Yanyun was, he would not dare to disobey Shang Shiyi, so he quietly glanced at his master.
"This is a bet between you and me. It has nothing to do with your master. You don't have to look at him."
Shang Shiyi immediately understood what Zhao Rang meant and said smoothly:
"That's right, Yun'er doesn't have to worry about being a teacher. If you are confident and think you can beat Mr. Zhao, just go and give it a try."
Li Yanyun licked the corner of his mouth, and after hearing what his master said, he immediately agreed:
"Just bet!"
In fact, Li Yanyun has never bet with anyone, nor has he been in a gambling house.
For these years with Shang Shiyi, he lived completely like an ascetic in the Bawang Temple. Get up at dawn every morning, rinse your body with cold clean water, then burn the furnace for forging in the morning, and practice Qi and swordsmanship in the afternoon. Before going to bed at night, set aside an hour to memorize.
He didn't understand the books he was memorizing, but when Shang Shiyi asked him to memorize them, he did so. Anyway, Shang Shiyi said that he would use it sooner or later, and Li Yanyun felt that the master would not lie to him.
Therefore, his understanding of the word and behavior of "gambling" is not clear or even vague. Fortunately, Zhao Rang explained that the winner would get Shang Shiyi's sword, which made Li Yanyun's goal clear.
He can distinguish between winning and losing.
His master always wins.
The winner can live forever, the loser will die.
The good thing about stubborn people is that they will go all out in whatever they do. Even if it's a simple bet.
Li Yanyun's whole body momentum suddenly changed, and the blade in his hand turned sideways, like well water in the morning, dust-free, transparent and smooth.
The knife in his hand at this moment gathered all the strength in his body. Li Yanyun felt that he had never been so serious before, because he had never wanted to win so much as at this moment!
Swing out the knife!
There is no wind of swords and no light of swords!
Because neither the wind of the sword nor the light of the sword can catch up with Li Yanyun's blade!
Soon, a brilliant and magnificent sword light exploded in front of Zhao Rang's eyes.
Like the scorching sun born in the setting sun, and the scorching sun quickly turns into the setting sun, and the cycle continues like this, endlessly!
The light of the sword was about to envelop Zhao Rang's entire body. But whenever it first touched three inches outside of Zhao Rang's body, it was turned away by some astonishing power, so it could not hurt Zhao Rang at all.
There was slight confusion in Li Yanyun's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by his strong confidence.
With a flick of the wrist, a majestic force surged from the palm of his hand, enveloping the black knife and sliding through a complete arc in mid-air.
The blade turned into an afterimage, lingering in the air, as if it had solidified!
"Eleven Knife Styles!"
Zhao Rang knew that this was Shang Shiyi's own Knife Eleven style, and it was also his biggest reliance on single-handedly killing the Sihaiyoulong Gang that day by the Taihe River.
Li Yanyun is worthy of being Shang Shiyi's apprentice.
In the past fifteen years, he has performed every move steadily, striving to achieve the maximum power that his cultivation can unleash!
There are eleven variations of the eleven sword styles. But the most deadly among them is the twelfth one.
The reason why this type is not included is because there is no fixed rule for the changes in the twelfth form. Instead, it changes based on changes in the opponent's sword skills.
This move originates from the opponent's hand and emerges from the opponent's knife. Not only can it integrate all the previous eleven moves into one, but it can also extract the essence and infuse a new soul!
But Zhao Rang has not yet drawn his sword.
If the opponent has no move, he will have no way to escape.
Among the eleven moves of the sword, all eleven moves are fast and slow, using absolute speed to suppress the opponent. Only the twelfth posture is to make a decision and then act, not to show off by force.
When Li Yanyun was suffering from being unable to make a move, fog suddenly rolled in on the side of Songtao Mountain, like white clouds falling from the sky. He quickly swung the knife several times, and the sword energy turned into a dark giant python, full of murderous intent, trying to disperse the sudden mist.
In the thick fog, Zhao Rang raised his arm.
An ordinary knife struck down from top to bottom.
Finally, Li Yanyun waited until Zhao Rang took out the sword. The corners of his mouth curled up in an arc, just like the flash of his sword just now. As long as Zhao Rang's sword is spotted correctly, the twelfth style can be evolved from it.
But soon, the curve of the corner of his mouth became as solid as the knife in his hand.
