Jin Buhuan looked at him and smiled lightly: "You are a guest when you come, come with me, don't be polite."
Wang Yi turned his head and glanced at Shopkeeper Jin behind him, and found that Shopkeeper Jin had stood like a tree and was motionless on the side of the road. It was obvious that he would not accompany him there.
Wang Yi then said: "Thank you very much."
Jin Buhuan didn't mean to greet shopkeeper Jin behind him. Instead, he looked at Wang Yi and said, "It's really hard for you to come here in such a hurry to keep your appointment."
Wang Yi, however, didn't take it seriously and thought to himself, my friend almost died here, how could I not come here without risking my life?
When the night owl was drunk like a dead dog, he couldn't help but sigh silently.
Fortunately, if I can leave here alive, I can still give an explanation to the honest monk.
Where the winding path led to a secluded place, a stone path appeared at the feet of the two of them. Wang Yi felt an inexplicable sadness when walking on it.
Are you going to die?
Did you run all the way here just to die here?
He had known a long time ago that he might as well lie on Baili Ruyan's back and turn around, find a place to enjoy and indulge, and then die, which would be almost like an honest monk.
At least I was happy.
And who is he in front of me? hero?
A man was sent to his door to be chopped with a few swords, and then buried here to become flower fertilizer deep in the deep valley of Lantian?
"Hero?" Wang Yi couldn't help but curse.
Jin Buhuan, who was walking in front, seemed to have not heard Wang Yi's voice cursing at him from behind.
Like all the old people, he was enjoying the afterglow of the sunset. Enjoying the last beautiful scenery before dying like a mayfly.
But in Wang Yi's eyes, he had already seen the glazed eaves of Lantian Villa.
I thought to myself that you don't allow people to come in and visit such a solemn villa easily. What's the difference between this and Jin Yi's Night Walk?
Wang Yi, who was about to die, couldn't wait to say all the vicious sentences he could think of.
"This is the work of the ancestors of the Jin family. As descendants, we are only enjoying the blessings of our ancestors. It's a bit embarrassing to think about it."
Wang Yi listened quietly, but he was shouting in his heart that you are sentimental. You are obviously showing off in front of me, okay?
Fortunately, he is just an orphan and has been dependent on his master since he was a child.
He was not interested in how many properties were in the deep courtyards of these big families. He only had one thought, and that was to survive battle after battle.
He has seen through everything. The burning mountain is facing him. What do I do?
Fortunately, the old man saw Wang Yi silent and didn't say anything more. Perhaps in the old man's eyes, being alive was a miracle, just like Wang Yi in front of him.
The two of them moved forward in silence. Just when Wang Yi thought that the old man had stopped nagging, the old man started talking again.
Said: "I have three sons and two daughters... However, they are either too strong or too weak, and they all died under the sword of others or themselves..."
Wang Yi was stunned when he heard the words. He still didn't know how to reply, so he had to remain silent.
The old man said calmly: "Everyone has his own destiny. I have looked away. Now I only have the youngest son left. I hope he can live happily. Can you understand?"
Wang nodded: "I can understand the senior's mood."
In his opinion, after the death of his two sons and two daughters, he could still be an old man practicing quietly in the depths of Lantian Valley like Xianyun Yehe.
He is the most terrifying person in the world. Who else in the world can have such a mind?
The old man sighed faintly: "Killing is too heavy, and it is not a good thing after all..."
When Wang Yi heard this, he blurted out: "Throughout my journey, either I have been looking for others to fight for their lives, or others have been looking for me to fight for their lives. If I hadn't killed, I might have died on the road long ago."
He knew that if his heart were not as strong as a rock, he would have died countless times.
Fortunately, Wang Yi no longer cares about other people's opinions. He wants to live the way he wants.
Other people's business is none of my business?
The old man thought for a moment and asked, "Have you seen my son Jin Wuming?"
Wang Yi shook his head: "No."
The old man sighed: "God gave him the best gift, allowing him to become famous early with his sword, but in my opinion, it is not a good thing."
Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said: "The thirteen-year-old swordsman defeated Fengyun Jian, a famous swordsman in the desert."
The old man didn't take it seriously. He looked at Wang Yi and said seriously: "Love will last forever, wisdom will be hurt... but he has taken both of them. Do you think I, as a father, am very distressed?"
"A deep love will last forever, and wisdom will be hurt..."
Wang Yi thought about these words in his mouth for a long time, and then praised: "It is true that Sword Thirteen can make women fall in love and make heroes bleed. It is worth my death!"
The old man shook his head and said coldly: "And an excellent swordsman should not be involved in these two things, don't you think?"
When Wang heard this, he had to bend down for the old man in front of him.
To be able to understand this truth, the old man has transcended the monks' understanding of swordsmen in this world.
Even he couldn't seem to do it. He even occasionally envied the honest monk for being shameless and becoming the guest of honor when he met a woman he liked.
After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "If you do this, life will inevitably be too boring."
The old man thought for a while, then sighed and said: "Not only did he take up two things that he shouldn't have, but his killing was too heavy."
Wang Yi replied: "My murderous intention is no less than his."
The old man shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Sometimes, he could have let go but he would kill him with one sword. Sometimes he should not have let go, but he pretended not to see it."
Wang Yi said: "How can a person wander in the rivers and lakes without getting stabbed?"
In the night at Lantian Villa, the servants have already turned on the lights.
So Wang, who walked into the hall, looked up and saw the gold-lettered sign directly above: "A sword coming from the west!"
"A sword coming from the west... is very good, every stroke has a sword intention!"
Wang Yi sincerely praised: "This brand alone is a treasure that cannot be exchanged for any money!"
The old man laughed at himself: "The descendants are not living up to expectations, and they are ashamed of the glory of their ancestors. This sign is hanging here, and it is not worthy of its name."
"That's not true. In my eyes, Jian Shisan is worthy of the title of the best swordsman in the world."
Wang Yi said quietly: "Although I haven't fought with him yet, I saw one of his sword skills. I think it goes without saying that the sword came from the west..."
The old man nodded: "If this were not the case, he would not be worthy of using that sword!"
"That sword?" Wang Yi frowned.
The old man retracted his gaze from the golden signboard directly above the hall and replied: "Yes, that's the sword. Do you want to take a look?"
"Of course I want!"
Wang Yixin's sword is on Jin Wuming's body. Could it be that you want to call him out and take off the sword from your waist to show me?
Unexpectedly, the old man remained calm, waved his hand, and lifted up a square of yellow cloth behind him, revealing a wooden frame on the table.
There is a sword on the shelf. The black sword is three feet and three inches long. There is a piece of beautiful jade inlaid on the hilt.
The hilt of the sword looked a little old, but the square of beautiful jade gave off a faint gleam under the light.
"What a sword, what a beautiful piece of Lantian jade!"
Wang Yi sincerely praised: "Only such a sword is worthy of the young master of Lantian Villa."
The old man sighed and said with a helpless smile: "It's just a sword. The sword is a dead thing. Only the person holding the sword is the most important."
Wang nodded and replied: "A beauty is like jade and a sword is like a rainbow. Unexpectedly, Sword Thirteen got both."
The old man was startled when he heard this. He didn't expect Wang Yi to praise the young master of Lantian Villa so much, and he couldn't help but reveal a lonely look on his face.
Wang Yi did not do what he wanted, but continued: "Senior should know that I came thousands of miles not to see the handed down sword of Lantian Villa."
The old man waved his hand, and the sword was already covered by the cloth in his hand.
"Come with me."
After saying that, he lifted his legs and walked out of the hall. Wuyi didn't say much, but quietly followed behind the old man.
The two of them left the hall, walked around two courtyards, and came to the back hill of the villa, a place with a mountain forest and a view of the lake.
The old man sighed and murmured to himself: "Of course I know you are here to see my son."
Wang Yi cupped his hands and replied: "Yes, senior, why didn't you ask Jian Shisan to come out to see me, but brought him to the lake? Do you want to teach me how to use the sword from the west?"
Wang Yi was making small calculations in his mind, thinking that Murong Shuyu taught me one move. If you teach me another move, wouldn't it mean that I also learned the two-move sword technique of Jian Shisan?
In this way, it is just the final battle, and the two may end up tied, which is a good thing to think about.
Who knows, the old man suddenly took a deep breath.
He turned around, pointed at a large tomb not far behind Wang Yi, and said, "If you want to see someone, lie down there."
"Buzz!" sounded, and stars suddenly appeared in front of Wang's eyes.
An inexplicable chill rose in his heart, and the hair on his back stood up instantly.
He thought about hundreds of results, but he never expected that the old man would lead him to a tomb.
The dim moonlight illuminated a line of large characters on the tombstone. Without looking at anything else, just the three characters "Jin Wuming" were like a long sword, piercing Wang Yi's chest in an instant.
For a moment, he felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't say a word for a while. He just stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.
In this world, anyone can make a joke, but only parents will not make such a life-and-death joke with their own sons.
He didn't expect that he would travel thousands of miles to die, only to end up like this?
The old man looked at the dazed Wang Yi, with two lines of tears falling on his face: "Wu Ming has been dead for ten days... I erected this tombstone with my own hands..."
"How is this possible... He even issued a gauntlet to me a month ago..."
Wang Yi knew very well that Night Owl would get here before him at most, and Night Owl would definitely not be Jian Shisan's opponent.
No one in the world can defeat the third young master of Lantian Villa. How could Sword Thirteen, who dominates the world, die in the hands of others?
Unless God, Wang Yi really can't think of anyone else in this world who could hurt Jin Wuming of Lantian Villa!
The old man stretched out a corner of his sleeve and wiped away the tears on his face.
He said quietly: "Ming'er died suddenly and peacefully, and I feel sorry for letting you make this trip in vain."
"He was like the brightest shooting star in the night. Although it was short-lived, it was brilliant enough. In my opinion, he deserved his death, although I still can't forgive him in my heart..."
The old man looked at Wang Yi and sighed: "I didn't expect that Ming'er's swordsmanship is as good as yours, like a shooting star..."
Wang Yi stared blankly at the tombstone in front of him, which was only five feet away. He suddenly felt speechless.
At this moment, he realized that whatever he said was inappropriate and wrong, so he had to shut his mouth tightly.
Comparing your life to a shooting star in the night sky?
Wang Yi wanted to curse in his heart. If he hadn't forced himself to the point of desperation, who would have wanted to live like a shooting star?
The long night is long, wouldn't it be good to live like a star? Is there something wrong?
From the day they embark on the path of spiritual practice, who doesn’t want to pursue a path to immortality?
Thinking of this, Wang Yi couldn't help but said: "Senior, you have been nagging me a lot about Sword Thirteen along the way. It turns out that you don't want me to die by his sword..."
"Of course not."
The old man who had regained his composure looked at him and said seriously: "Jian Shisan is already lying here, and no one in the world can kill you."
