Here the spring breeze drives away the fog, and several peaks emerge from the clouds. It's dawn on the mountain, the sun is rising, the sun is getting stronger, the rustling in the forest is like the warmth of early spring, the shadows of the branches are swaying, and the scenery is pleasant.
Hege Wangyou was not in the mood and had no way to appreciate such a scenery. Naturally, he couldn't see the five majestic Chinese characters on the gate of Zhanggaozhuang, as well as the uneven couplets whose meanings were actually unclear.
"Stop fighting and turn fighting into force, turn fighting into silk". Under the leadership of the old beggar, they entered Dedao Jianzhuang. The surroundings were filled with jingles and noises. These swordsmen and warriors from all over the country would not notice the two of them.
Every day, there are anywhere from a hundred to eighty swordsmen who come to this Zhongyue swordsmanship village, all hoping to gain something here. Especially around February 2 every year, there will be swordsman masters from all over the world in this village. A Zhongyue sword discussion was held spontaneously, and the swordsman leader was selected to sit here to teach and educate the people who came after him. This attracted countless martial artists and people who just watched the excitement.
In addition, there are many beggars resting here, how can the arrival of Hege Wangyou and the elder of the Beggar Clan attract others' attention?
As the old beggar beckoned, a thinner and younger beggar came forward and pointed to a corner of the yard. There was also a beggar sitting squatting, leaning against the courtyard wall, his head buried in his legs, sleeping with his knees in his arms.
The old beggar said: "That man came last night. He was very strange. When my disciple greeted him, he couldn't speak clearly. He only said that he came here due to famine in his hometown. His accent was hard to tell. Some people said he was a Japanese. Ting's tone is imitating the Mandarin of the Zhou Dynasty. Looking at the portrait sent by Gang Leader He, the outlines are almost the same." Hege Wangyou turned his head towards the old beggar,
"Not sure?" Shocked by the sharpness of the tall man's breath in front of him, the old beggar hesitated and explained: "The clothes are similar to ours. They are clean in the portrait. I couldn't see clearly last night. There were brothers from the gang just now. When I saw him raise his head, I just thought it looked like it, so I wasn't sure." A few days ago, I had a brief encounter with Hanyu Kurumi in Kaifeng City. At that time, I was wearing Zhou Zheng when I first came to Dazhou. At this time, I guess it was also to avoid the encirclement. Come to think of it. I would do this to dress up like this.
Fortunately, He Qingshan was careful and drew a portrait, so that he would not lose track of the other party along the way.
But it was really hard to predict that Hanyu Kurumi would dress up as a beggar and beg all the way. Waka Wangyou never imagined how he could endure it?
Hege Wangyou picked up the bamboo pole in his hand,
"Tell me where it is. He will know it once he tries it." The old beggar told me the location in detail, and also told me how many steps it would take.
He Ge Wangyou stepped away. Unlike that day when he first arrived in the Great Zhou Dynasty, his high spirits and momentum were leaked out. Now he has been surrounded and hunted for days, so he naturally does not dare to expose himself at all. Hege Wangyou can naturally understand why he is not as clear as that day. To the sharp edge of Hanyu Walnut.
Therefore, with a distance of more than two steps, and on guard against the opponent's sudden attack after confirming his identity, Hege Wangyou only poked out with one stroke.
The riveted and thick bamboo pole stopped abruptly less than half an inch in front of the beggar.
Pointing to his head and heart exactly. This is the key point to kill with one blow. The other party didn't move. Wage Wangyou, who was aware of the competition in his heart, did not give up the test because of the other party's indifference. On the contrary, from the moment he came to take action, there was no reaction at all, which further illustrates the strangeness.
Who would ignore provocations from outsiders? People who have ghosts in their hearts. Waka Wangyou lightly lifted the bamboo pole and knocked on the beggar who had no response.
"Hanyu Walnut, are you still pretending?" The beggar in rags looked up, with a dirty face that had not been cleaned for a long time. It was hard to see the original appearance, but it was indeed difficult for this group of beggars. Even so, he could guess Being inseparable is also awesome.
"Did you admit the wrong person?" The beggar was half asleep, half awake and drowsy. Wage Wangyou raised his head, the corners of his mouth curled up together with the two scars, and his eyelids raised to reveal moon-white eyeballs. He didn't know whether to call them ferocious or harmonious.
"Although I can't see or distinguish the accent of Dazhou Mandarin, even if you pretend to be a beggar, I couldn't even confirm your identity just now. But I can smell your unique smell, and I can't be wrong about it. ." Hege Wangyou changed the bamboo pole to his left hand, put the four fingers of his right hand together, and opened the tiger's mouth wide, one inch away from the bamboo pole.
Taking a step back with his right foot, he bowed as if taking off. Fuying swordsmanship, drawing the sword to cut, starting hand gesture. The beggar, whose face was pitch black and whose appearance was unclear, looked up from bottom to top at the Fuying Prince who was ready to take action, and grinned, showing his white teeth.
The beggar relaxed casually and didn't care too much to guard against the attack that could come at any time. Even if it was close at hand, he didn't worry at all.
"But you can't do it." Hanyu Kurumi, whose identity was obviously confirmed by these words, smiled and said,
"At least we can't do anything here." For this vague statement, Waka Wangyou only regarded it as the other party's deliberate delay. It was just that they had only fought once, and based on that brief confrontation, Waka knew exactly what was going on. Wangyou didn't want to give Sesshomaru, the source of the mysterious whereabouts and unknown skills in Fuying, any chance.
Wage Wangyou took action, and a cold light suddenly appeared. The narrow knife hidden in the bamboo pole was unsheathed, and a sharp and piercing whistle was pulled from bottom to top.
Hanyu Kurumi, who was pretending to be a beggar just to confuse her vision to avoid being hunted, didn't care about it on the surface, but secretly she was already more careful. When she saw the opponent's right shoulder move, Sesshomaru, the leader of whom no one knew his level of strength, pressed sideways. On the ground, his figure immediately jumped out, avoiding this sudden blow.
behind the ear
There was a "boom", and you didn't need to look to know that it was the white-knife bamboo gentleman who was famous for his exquisiteness among the eleven works of the Supreme Great Property. He struck the wall behind the position where he was just now with a single blow.
It can be listed among the eleven craftsmen selected from the hundreds of knives made by Xin Tianhong, a famous knife maker in Fuying hundreds of years ago. It is called the supreme great asset. This knife is not only because of its sharpness. It is incomparable, and because it is so small and exquisite that it can be placed in a bamboo pole, it will amaze and astonish the swordsmiths in the future.
It is also said that this knife is divided into three pieces. Because one is as thin as a willow branch, one is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the other is as round and straight as a bamboo, they are named respectively willow branch, cicada's wing, and bamboo gentleman, and collectively they are called bamboo gentleman. .
The master swordsman, Bamboo Gentleman, is the one in Waka Wangyou's hand. It has a long and narrow body, straight up and down, and is extremely sharp when blowing and breaking hair.
As for the other two, they are only heard in rumors. It is unknown where they are. Whether they were left among the people and hidden in the snow or they were long ago extinguished in the long river of history and destroyed.
We know very well the skills and methods of this prince who returned to Fuying seven or eight years ago and said that he combined sword energy and swordsmanship into one. From the beginning, no one in the 36th division of Fuying would believe him even if he was a prince. He was able to get the title by virtue of his skill. Seven years ago, the Waka family ended the civil war in Fuying with a strong force, aspired to become the emperor, reorganized the mission and proclaimed himself a minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The mission official was His Royal Highness the Prince of Fuying East Palace.
After returning to Fuying, in less than two years, the prince took over the thirty-sixth division of Fuying with a high profile, and reached the fifth position in one fell swoop, but could hardly advance at all.
Hanyu Kurumi didn't dare to take him lightly. Therefore, without stopping at all, Hanatai Kurumi slid against the ground like a swallow skimming the water, and slid out of Waka Wangyou's attack range without stopping at all. He pushed his legs off the wall and swam out of the water like a fish again. Before he could get up, his ears came again
There was a "ding" sound. It's Waka Wangyou's side slash with his sword without any hesitation. The two strikes were completed in one go, as fast as lightning.
Hanyu Kurumi rolled up and reached into the tattered long coat that she picked up from nowhere.
Hanyu Kurumi, who was supposed to draw his weapon, started to retreat when Waka Wangyou turned around and pressed forward. The Jianzhuang covers an area of 100 acres, and is only divided into the front yard and the residence. They were all built by the predecessors generation by generation. The Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism on the mountain also helped, and it reached its current scale.
There are more than a hundred bedrooms, all of which are simple wooden huts, used only for rest. In fact, for these people who are not particular about traveling around, shelter from wind and rain is enough.
The front yard alone occupies three-quarters of the entire Jiangjian Manor. To this day, this place, together with the Sichuan Sword Pavilion, is respected by swordsmen all over the world as the two holy places of swordsmanship in the east and west. It is no longer limited to a place where swordsmen are taught, but more of a place where people in martial arts compete in martial arts and exchange experiences. , just the rows of weapons standing next to the courtyard wall are enough to see the changes now.
Hanyu Kurumi, who had never made a move, quickly moved towards the weapons rack. Fuying's unique movement technique is suitable for dodges and maneuvers in a small area but not for long-distance attacks. The two of them walked in tandem, walking among the warriors who had been fighting each other since they got up early in the morning. Extremely fast, dodging and chasing, and relying on the inevitable factor of outsiders, at least Hege Wangyou was afraid of hurting innocent people. The white sword in his hand, Bamboo Gentleman, did not dare to slash at will, so he had to return the sword to its sheath.
Precisely because of this, Hanyu Kurumi had the upper hand. Although the opponent's blindness did not hinder his agility and speed in the slightest, the distance between them gradually widened.
The two of them were as fast as swimming fish, weaving through the crowd, and slowly aroused the dissatisfaction of these people in the world.
They were all looking for acquaintances to fight and spar. The two people were chasing and escaping as if they were causing trouble. Sometimes the moves at critical moments were disrupted by these two people, so how could they fight?
Isn't this causing trouble? Complaints gradually started to rise, and some of them started to curse my mother. This is what Hanyu Kurumi wants to see the most, and naturally Waka Wangyou won't like it.
He originally relied on his far more sensitive hearing than ordinary people to identify foreign objects, but now someone was deliberately pushing him. The result was that the distance between the two people once again widened to more than ten feet.
Hanyu Kurumi's voice could no longer be heard in her ears. The mental technique she had practiced since she was a child suddenly released her energy, trying to sense where the other person was, but it was all in vain.
Someone already had a hot temper and started pushing and shoving. In desperation, Hege Wangyou said loudly: "Someone help me." The few beggars who slept outside until three o'clock every day before going down the mountain to beg for food naturally understood that this was a task assigned by their little gang leader, and they worked hard during this period. Very soon, they knew that this tall man with a scar on his face was a friend of the gang leader. Now they were squatting at the base of the wall, planning to seize the opportunity to stand out in front of the gang leader.
Hearing Waka Wangyou's voice, the old beggar replied loudly: "On the left." Hearing this reminder, Waka Wangyou quickly turned to the right. He only moved his feet a few steps, and finally sensed Hanyu Kurumi's location again, but If someone suddenly blocks your way, where can you find him if you move out of the way?
"Five steps ahead." Even if he was helped again, Waka, who no longer wanted to delay his journey, remained unmoved and stood tall.
With the body at the center of the circle, the billowing air leaks out. He straightened his arms and raised the bamboo pole to chest height. The energy suddenly rose, forcing everyone around him to retreat, leaving a short distance of space.
"No Knife Style." The powerful energy burst out from the bamboo pole in his hand, and Waka Wangyou's wrists shook continuously to attract the power of heaven and earth. He was suddenly suppressed to the extreme, just like the depression before the storm, making people breathless.
A tornado rose from the ground. As thick as a human being, it is wrapped around a bamboo pole and lives and breathes. Read it lightly
"Offended", the Prince of Fuying East Palace swung out the bamboo pole in his hand.
"Big tornado." The turbulent weather filled the air, and wherever the tornado passed, people flipped over.
