After walking out of the pavilion, the honest monk quietly picked up the three long swords on the ground, wiped them clean, and put them away together with the lone wolf's sword.
Then he looked at Wang Yi and sighed: "Do you know why you are being hunted?"
Wang Yi thought for a while and replied: "Is it my sword?"
The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade.
Wang Yi naturally knew this. His master had told him back then, not to mention that he had a sword that made people jealous. It was after he became famous in the world.
Just like hanging a piece of beautiful jade around your neck, it attracts people’s jealousy.
The Honest Monk sighed and said: "Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, so famous swords are more attractive to people. Do you think you are unjust?"
Wang Yi thought for a while, smiled bitterly and said, "It's not unfair."
The honest monk caressed the sword in his hand and said, "You have killed a lot of celebrities. What swords are there?"
Wang Yi was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I sold them all and exchanged them for fine wine. If you had met me earlier, monk, maybe I could give you a few more."
The honest monk thought for a while and smiled sheepishly: "Forget it, you can do the same for me and exchange it for silver coins."
Wang Yi looked at him with disgust and said, "You are a monk, how can you be greedy for money?"
The honest monk laughed when he heard this, and put away his sword with a wave of his hand, just like putting away a hundred silver coins.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the dead people outside the pavilion and said, "Your last sword strike was amazing. I wonder if I could use such a sword technique."
Wang Yi smiled lightly and said: "So, they are dead and I am still alive. What do you think of my swordsmanship?"
The honest monk pinched his fingers and replied: "From the desert to the south of the Yangtze River, and then to the outside of the pass, I have met many masters, and their sword skills are all good."
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Yi frowned slightly: "Are you praising me or hurting me?"
The honest monk chuckled and said: "They only have their precious lives in their hearts. Why don't you just fight with others at all times? I think the crazy tigers in the desert are not as crazy as you."
Wang Yi shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I'm just afraid of death. In terms of swordsmanship, I definitely can't beat this guy."
When the honest monk heard this, he asked movedly: "Who is he? Have you ever seen such a swordsmanship?"
Wang Yi thought for a while and replied: "You should have seen him."
The honest monk nodded and asked thoughtfully: "Is it Jin Yuanming?"
Shaking his head, Wang Yi said softly: "The jade in the deep valley of Lantian is filled with smoke. I'm talking about Sword Thirteen."
When the honest monk heard this, he was stunned and speechless for a long time.
After a long time, he murmured to himself: "There are beautiful jade in Lantian Mountain, but I don't know that Jian Shisan's sword can cut jade like mud."
Wang Yi smiled faintly, looked at him and replied: "That guy's sword is really good. Once upon a time, I was attracted to it."
Unexpectedly, right here, Wang Yi smiled faintly, clapped his hands, walked out of the pavilion, and walked towards the city.
As he walked, he murmured to himself: "Later I thought about it, my life is still more important... So, I also advise you not to play Lan Tian's idea."
The honest monk suddenly laughed strangely.
Without even looking at the dead man on the ground, he followed Wang Yi and said, "Do you know that I have always wanted to kill you?"
Wang Yi didn't look back, just left his entire back to the honest monk and continued walking forward.
He replied calmly: "You can't kill me!"
The honest monk stared at Wang Yi's back like a fox staring at a piece of meat.
I couldn't help but say: "It turned out to be a detour. You want to trick me into going to Lantian Valley to cause trouble for Jian Shisan?"
Wang Yi, who was walking in front, finally couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
As he walked, he smiled and said, "I told you that you are not an honest monk. The reason for such circumvention was actually seen by you at a glance."
The honest monk who followed behind said reluctantly: "I still feel a little itchy and want to fight with you."
"I'm not in the mood to fight with you!"
Wang Yi sighed and replied quietly: "Don't say that my sword is used to kill people. Just the next date will give me a headache."
The honest monk was startled and blurted out: "Who else do you have a date with? What kind of date?"
"A fight to the death, a sword-throated date." Wang Yi replied quietly.
"Same as today? Where is the date?" The honest monk became interested, and he decided to go with Wang Yi to see who could make Wang Yi come to his house and die?
Wang Yi, who was walking in front, still did not look back, but replied coldly: "Are you afraid of Lantian Valley?"
"Are you kidding me?"
The honest monk couldn't help but frown: "You clearly said you had given up that idea, so why are you thinking about dying again? Are you crazy?"
Wang Yi shook his head: "He made an appointment with me, I can't go if I don't go!"
Hearing this, the honest monk was speechless.
Wang Yi, who was walking in front, continued: "Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they don't teach the world to grow old... You and I are both sword practitioners, and it is normal to die by other people's swords."
The honest monk's mouth moved, but he couldn't find a reason to object to him.
When one hero extends a legitimate invitation to another, it's a hard reason to refuse.
A peerless swordsman has always been as lonely as snow. He finally meets a master who can kill him. Even if he dies under his opponent's sword, he will not regret it.
This is the swordsman.
Seeing that the honest monk remained silent, Wang Yi continued: "Many monks have died under my sword. If I really die in the hands of Jian Shisan, it won't be a shame."
The honest monk looked at the sword box on Wang Yi's back, looked at it silently for a long time, and finally replied: "That's true."
The two of them were like this, one walking in front and the other silently following behind. Wang Yi in front was like a lone wolf, and the honest monk behind was like a fox.
In fact, the two of them were too young. After autumn, Wang Yi would not be more than eighteen years old.
And the guy he called an honest monk was even one year younger than him.
One is eighteen years old, and the other is seventeen years old, and they want to go to the death appointment of the legendary Thirteen Swordsmen.
The eighteen-year-old sky is indeed very simple and clean.
While walking, Wang Yi suddenly asked: "I am going to die, what will happen if you follow me?"
The honest monk thought for a while, grinned and said, "For the sake of these four swords, I can collect your corpse for free."
Wuyi frowned and asked, "Why?"
The honest monk replied: "Since you are unwilling to take action with me, I can't miss the moment when you fight Jian Shisan desperately, whether you die or he dies."
After a pause, the honest monk replied: "I can collect the corpses for you and recite the rebirth mantra a hundred times for the dead."
After thinking for a while, he added: "That battle must be amazing, I must be there..."
He turned around and said, "What are you going to do? There are no beauties there."
The honest monk shook his head: "Sometimes beauty does not become the most beautiful scenery, such as the moment when a red flower bloomed on your chest at the same time."
Wang Yi stopped paying attention to him, because he felt that what Honest Monk said was so shameless that he actually wanted to be the oriole on the branch, which happened to be the oriole he hated the most.
He knew that the monk wanted to see through the flaws of Jian Shisan and himself in the blink of an eye during the duel between the two of them.
In this way, if he really fights against this guy one day, the honest monk will be merciful in the end, and he will definitely find a way to severely humiliate himself.
And he didn't seem to want to give Honest Monk this chance.
The honest monk didn't know that Wang Yi was angry, so he followed up and said: "Who else did Jian Shisan make an appointment with? Who will be the witness of your life and death?"
Shaking his head, Wang Yi replied: "No one."
The honest monk slapped his head and said with a smile: "Then I am the best candidate. I can promise not to tell anyone the result of the duel."
Unknowingly, the two of them had entered the city.
Wang walked into a restaurant without looking at it. When he looked up, he realized that it was a brothel.
The red lamp shines, the red sleeves are waving, and the nephrite jade is warm and fragrant. This is the place that the honest monk likes.
He had just killed someone and was thinking about going to the death appointment with Jian Shisan. Wang Yi was too lazy to change places.
He said to the girl who came up to him: "Find a place by the window and have good wine and meat served."
The honest monk smiled and greeted the girl who came up to him: "This man is not short of money."
"You two, please wait a minute." The girl led the two of them upstairs, leaving a trail of rouge gas behind.
Smelling the strong smell of rouge in the building, Wang Yi sighed: "To be honest, I'm not sure of winning. Legend has it that Sword Thirteen is not because his sword is terrible, but because he has no flaws!"
The honest monk smiled and said: "I'm lying drunk on the roof of the small bridge. I don't want to talk to you about life and death now."
Wang Yi smiled and said: "Monk, have you ever thought about something very important?"
The honest monk frowned: "What's the matter? Tell me."
Before Wang Yi could say anything, the waiters and maids from the building came up with wine and food: "Master, do you want someone to wait on you?" Wang Yi waved his hand: "Let's have a conversation."
Wang Yi said: "You are a monk. You think about the girl in the building all day long, and you want to steal other people's swords and exchange them for silver. If you die by someone else's sword one day, will it be considered retribution?"
The honest monk sighed and said: "Like you, what if you die in the hands of Jian Shisan?"
Wang Yi poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, which made him shed tears.
After thinking for a while, he replied: "A swordsman dies by the sword, and he deserves to die."
The honest monk nodded and smiled: "Then even if I die, I will die under the flowers and sleep with the beauty."
"You are really shameless." Wang Yi said: "You are the most shameless monk I have ever seen. You pay for the food and drinks tonight. You have four swords."
The honest monk shook his head: "This sword is the most cumbersome Dongyou. I will have to sell them at a good price later, but you have to pay for the wine."
When it comes to being stingy, no one can compete with Monk.
At this moment, the beauty serving tea came over and sat down next to the honest monk: "Monk, come and have a drink with me. I'll pay for the wine tonight."
The honest monk was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice, reached out and picked up the scabbard beside Wang Yi and handed it to her.
He said: "Take this scabbard to your shopkeeper. The jewels on it are enough for us to eat for three days and three nights. Give me the extra money."
The beauty was stunned for a moment.
He reached out to take the scabbard, and like a cat seeing a fish, he touched the jewels on the scabbard and was reluctant to let go.
He twisted his butt and walked downstairs. As he walked, he smiled and said: "Monk, my girl's money tonight is also included. I can't give you any advantage."
Wang Yi was not surprised and said calmly: "How can you use my things to exchange for wine money?"
The honest monk sighed: "I am spending money on your behalf. What if you die in the hands of Jian Shisan? Am I not giving alms to the beauties in the building for you?"
Wang Yi couldn't help but laugh when he heard the monk's shameless words. He picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, put it into his drink, and took another sip of wine.
The honest monk was angry: "Why are you laughing?"
Wang Yi put down his wine glass and murmured: "It is said that beauty is like a jade sword and a rainbow. I think the person next to you is also a beauty, but my sword may not be as gorgeous as a rainbow."
At this moment, the beauty who just left came back.
He sat down next to the monk, took out a dozen silver coins from his pocket and put them on the table: "Here, here is your money."
The honest monk looked at Wang Yi and said, "It's good if I have a beauty!" He grabbed the silver coins on the table and stuffed them into the beauty's arms: "These are all yours."
