Reaching for the sword box behind his back, Wang Yi felt an inexplicable sadness well up in his heart, which was even sadder than when he saw the honest monk hit by a sword.
After a long silence, he asked: "Since Jian Shisan is no longer alive, why bother telling me all the past events? You can ignore me."
The old man replied calmly: "If it weren't for the fact that you traveled thousands of miles to attend the appointment, I wouldn't have said anything."
Wang Yi shook his head: "You know I'm here to die?"
The old man sighed and replied: "Because I can see the determination in your eyes. If Wuming is still alive, you will definitely not be his opponent, and you will have no choice but to die."
"I have a bad feeling, you know?"
Wang Yi said coldly: "I feel like I am being plotted against by others all the way. First by Miss Murong from Gusu, and later by the old man and the young man from Qifeng Villa."
After a pause, Wang Yi continued: "After finally arriving at Lantian Villa, I feel like I'm being plotted by my seniors. Are you all plotting against me?"
When the old man heard this, the expression on his face changed again and again.
The old man, who knew he was in the wrong, had to smile bitterly and said: "If you are not a peerless swordsman, why would others plot against you? If you are a peerless person, why should you be afraid of others plotting against you?"
When Wang heard this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh. He smiled and shed two lines of tears.
He knew clearly in his heart that the old man in front of him was plotting against him, but he couldn't get angry or vent his anger.
Because the old man's words were like a knife stabbing his chest again.
He also knew that the old man was right. If he was just like a night owl, who in the world would bother waiting on the road just to plot against him?
If it were him, I'm afraid that wouldn't be the case.
So he had to smile bitterly and said: "I can't find the words..."
"Yes, that's the truth."
Lao You's face was a little sad and lonely, and he murmured to himself: "At least you have traveled thousands of miles to come here, and I am really old, and I am really powerless about some things..."
The old man couldn't help coughing as he spoke.
And as an old man, when he starts to cough, he can't help but bend down, like the oldest tree in the mountains that has been withered for hundreds of years.
A gust of night wind blew in, bringing with it a few fallen leaves and a few bamboo leaves rolled up from the bamboo forest.
The old man, who is like a shrimp, like a candle in the wind, reaches out to catch a bamboo leaf that is about to wither.
Seeing that the old man was in pain, Wang Yi sighed and wanted to reach out to help the old man.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the old man.
Like a black lightning, Wang Yi rushed to the old man before he could shout.
Until now, the old man was still looking at the bamboo leaf in his hand quietly.
It was as if his life, like this bamboo leaf, would wither in the next moment.
He was a little sad, and he couldn't help but cough again. The moment he bent down, a lightning sword flashed over his head...
In Wang Yi's eyes, the lightning sword was supposed to hit the old man's head, but the old man coughed again.
So, by accident, I avoided it.
But this dark shadow like lightning from the dark night couldn't stop its pace and actually passed over the old man's back and stabbed Wang Yi with his sword.
Wang Yi did not take action because his sword was still in the sword box behind his back. He had no time to swing his sword to block the sword that was stabbing him.
However, he saw the most terrifying scene next.
I saw a dark figure dressed in black and masked. Before he could reach Wang Yi's sword, he threw away the long sword in his hand with a "Dang!"
Then he covered his neck with both hands.
Then a stream of blood spurted out uncontrollably from his neck, and then the man in black fell heavily to the ground.
When Wang turned around and looked back, he saw the dim moonlight, and the bamboo leaf in the old man's hand had disappeared.
The dying old man used a bamboo leaf in his hand to kill the assassin who had sneaked into Lantian Villa.
Wang Yi felt bitter in his mouth.
Until this moment, he didn't know that the most powerful person in Lantian Villa was not the dead Jian Shisan, but the inconspicuous old man in front of him.
The owner of Lantian Villa, Jin Buhuan, is indeed a reclusive master.
The old man's cultivation has become one with the Lantian Valley. The old man standing here is both a bamboo leaf and a big mountain.
Therefore, the man in black from the darkness died in front of the two of them.
Wang Yi stepped forward and opened the mask of the man in black, but he felt like he was struck by lightning again, and he was stunned and speechless.
The night owl who was drunk outside the valley sneaked in from there and even attacked the old man from behind.
He stretched out his hand and quietly covered the night owl's eyes with unblinking eyes, and murmured to himself: "Why are you doing this? Is it possible that you and Lantian Villa also have an unresolved hatred?"
Looking at the night owl lying on the ground, the old man couldn't help but ask: "Do you know him?"
"Yes, he is my friend Night Owl, although I don't know why he wanted to sneak attack Senior."
Wang Yi did not think about collecting the body for the night owl. In his opinion, maybe the night owl had the same reasons as himself and had to take action.
"A beautiful man is like a famous general. Please, senior, bury him in the back hill of Lantian Villa."
Wang Yi thought in his heart that loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan, and it would be good for night owl to bury them here.
"Can."
The old man sighed, waved his hand and said: "You can go, shopkeeper Jin is still waiting for you on the way here."
Wang Yi and the old man bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, senior."
Since the old man agreed to bury the night owl for him, Wang turned around and left without looking back. Jian Shisan has become a thing of the past, and he has become a lonely swordsman.
It was late at night, and I saw the moon climbing up to the sky.
Wang got on the carriage that was still waiting on the roadside. Until now, he still didn't know how the night owl got in.
In his opinion, there were many mechanisms along the way. If it weren't for Shopkeeper Jin and the carriage from Lantian Villa, he would have died on the way.
Shopkeeper Jin was a knowledgeable person and did not ask Wang Yi who he saw at Lantian Villa and what happened.
His task was just to pick up and drop off Wang Yi.
The horse walked quietly and leisurely on the mountain road, and shopkeeper Jin had a look of surprise on his face.
Then, he picked up the wine jar in front of him and filled two glasses of wine into the wine glasses on the table.
Wang Yi thought about it, poured another glass of wine, put it in front of himself, and followed him home as if he were a night owl.
After a glass of strong wine, Wang Yi murmured to himself: "You don't seem surprised at all? Will I come back alive?"
Shopkeeper Jin looked at the glass of wine that no one drank in a daze, thought for a while and replied: "I'm just doing my duty."
Wang Yi looked at him and asked seriously: "Do you know everything about Lantian Villa?"
Shopkeeper Jin shook his head and took a sip of wine: "No, I don't know anything. I just want to live longer."
Wang Yi smiled bitterly: "That's true."
It wasn't until Night Owl died in front of him that he truly understood that everything in the world was really just passing smoke, and living was the most important thing.
Halfway through the carriage, Wuyi asked the driver to stop and got out of the carriage with two glasses of wine.
In front of the two of them, he drank up one glass of wine and poured another glass into the lake below the road. He drank three glasses and spilled three glasses.
Shopkeeper Jin didn't ask him why, but asked another question: "Has the owner shown you that sword?"
"Yes! It is indeed a good sword!" Wang Yi replied quietly while looking at the moon in the sky.
Shopkeeper Jin sighed and said with a wry smile: "Where there is a man, there is a sword..."
"Wrong, the sword and the man are both there."
Wang Yi said quietly: "The glory of the past will exist in the hearts of every swordsman in the world. It is a legend and a symbol..."
While shopkeeper Jin was stunned, Wang Yi made an unexpected move.
An act that is still incomprehensible all these years later.
Wang Yi bowed far away in the direction of Lantian Villa, waved his hand, and threw the sword box and the unparalleled meteor sword into the sky...
After a while, there was a sound of "Bang!", but the sword box made of boxwood sank into the deep lake in front of him along with the Meteor Sword.
The two of them didn't even see the splashing water in the lake, and the sword box slowly penetrated deep into the bottom of the lake.
"Oh my god, Master, didn't you say that the man is with the sword...why is that?"
In the eyes of Shopkeeper Jin, Wang Yi's Meteor Sword is as precious as the handed down sword from Lantian Villa.
And in the blink of an eye, this guy is crazy!
Wang Yi looked at the moon in the sky and murmured: "I lost two friends today. The old friends have gone on the yellow crane. What's the use of leaving the sword empty?"
Shopkeeper Jin was rubbing his hands and complaining: "You're stupid! It's okay if you don't stay at Lantian Villa. Maybe if you want it someday, you can come back and pick it up."
Wang Yi was startled when he heard this, then smiled bitterly and said: "How could I forget this?"
"Why? Are you so crazy?"
Shopkeeper Jin looked at Wang Yi with regret, reluctance and a bit of anger on his face. Is this the sword that everyone in the world wants? No matter how you say it’s gone, it’s not.
Wang Yi looked at him and smiled: "I did something wrong in the past..."
"Please tell me." Shopkeeper Jin invited Wang Yi into the carriage and planned to go to a restaurant with him for a pleasant meal.
"In the past, I always relied on the meteor sword in the sword case behind my back. I always thought that a strong sword means a strong person."
Wang Yi opened the car curtain, looked at the faint moonlight in the sky, and said: "From tonight onwards, I will be a swordsman who is as fierce as a sword!"
The dim moonlight illuminated a large lake, and not even a single bird sang. Only Wang Yi's voice, which was not an oath, echoed in the valley.
Shopkeeper Jin silently pondered what Wang Yi said.
Suddenly, he understood why Night Owl wanted to die for Wang Yi.
Why did my son invite Wang Yi from thousands of miles away to come to Lantian Villa for a fight to the death?
Because Wang Yi is indeed an excellent swordsman, a swordsman worthy of respect from others.
The night is deep and the moon is high in the sky.
Most of the lanterns in Lantian Villa have been extinguished, except for a single lantern in a small building.
The courtyard was a little deep, and a solitary lamp shone on two lonely old men. In front of the village owner, Jin Buhuan, sat an elegantly dressed old woman with a somewhat sad look on her face.
This couple who depended on each other had gone through countless ups and downs in the world, but tonight, she would still quietly accompany her man.
Jin Buhuan stretched out his hand to touch the woman's still smooth hands and sighed softly: "He is such a good boy. Our Ming'er did not misjudge the person."
The woman sighed, but asked about another thing: "Isn't Ah Jue coming back yet?"
Jin Buhuan shook his head, looked at her and said softly: "There is a bigger world outside Lantian Villa, and everything that happens there is even more exciting."
The woman nodded, holding the silk scarf in her hand and gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
After a while, he said: "Let's bury the poor guy in the back mountain tomorrow, since you have promised the child."
Jin Buhuan replied: "I understand."
There was a spark burning in the woman's eyes, just like the Lili grassland after a wildfire, brewing with vitality for the coming year.
Jin Buhuan said lightly: "As long as we are alive, there will be hope."
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