It’s the end of autumn and it’s another sunny day.
On the river, Yan Shisan was still sitting on the boat, and the boat slowly swung away.
And in his hand was a sword, a long sword with thirteen big pearls on the scabbard!
Seven years ago, he relied on this sword to dominate the world and was invincible. Now seven years have passed... He has found the last sword in his swordsmanship.
That sword should have given him strong self-confidence, and that sword would surely make him invincible.
But there was an unspeakable fear in his heart. Even if he didn't say it himself, others could see it.
"Are you afraid? What are you afraid of?"
There was one more person on the boat, quietly and without warning.
Yan Shisan didn't turn around, he already recognized the voice...
"I can control the fourteenth sword, but the fifteenth sword..."
Ranran sighed softly: "Since you have mastered the sword technique, why can't you control the fifteenth sword?"
Yan Shisan said: "The fifteenth sword is the last sword that I have poured into my body to kill. Once this sword is thrust out, not even I can stop it!"
Ranyi said calmly: "Since the fifteenth sword was born for killing, why do you want to stop?"
Yan Shisan was silent, and after a long time, he slowly said: "I don't know, I don't know if this sword should be stopped."
He was afraid because he didn't know; he didn't know if the fifteenth sword should exist, and he didn't know if he could take back the sword after thrusting out the fifteenth sword.
Ran Ran said calmly: "Cang Jie created the characters, and the gods were shocked and the ghosts wept. What's so scary about your sword? When the sword is unsheathed, it kills people. If you want to stop, just put it back into the sheath!"
Yan Shisan slowly turned around, and the confusion in his eyes seemed to have faded a lot.
Randomly said: "I know a swordsman who lives his whole life only for the sword. His sword is only for the pursuit of perfection, the perfection of swordsmanship!"
Yan Shisan was slightly startled and couldn't help but ask, "He did it?"
Xuanyuan suddenly smiled and said: "No, in the end, because he couldn't find an opponent and his sword skills could no longer improve, he had nothing to do and ran away to rebel."
Yan Shisan was surprised: "He's going to rebel?"
Ranran smiled and said: "Yes, isn't it interesting?"
Yan Shisan suddenly laughed too... His laughter became louder and louder. He smiled a little suddenly, as if he had understood something, and also a little sarcastic, as if he was laughing at himself.
Compared to that person, he really felt ridiculous.
The laughter faded, and Yan Shisan couldn't help but ask: "Did he succeed?"
"No!" Randomly shook his head, and then said: "He doesn't value human life, whether it's other people's lives or his own. People like him just want to have a rival, and in the end they will die at the hands of others. Under the sword, you will either continue to live alone."
Yan Shisan sighed: "I finally understand, I understand why you look down on the third young master."
Ranyi said calmly: "The third young master is nothing special."
Yan Shisan smiled and said: "It's really nothing special."
After that, he asked again: "Is he your friend?"
Randomly smiled and said: "I have never had any friends, but I would like to make friends with such a person."
Yan Shisan nodded and said, "Thank you!"
"I just don't want you to die by my own sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his feet a little, and the figure disappeared suddenly.
People in the world are inevitably a bit competitive. The sword that represents death has never been seen and cannot be imagined. But he believes that this sword will not let him down, and he also believes that he will not be defeated. .
At dusk, there is an inn outside the maple forest.
This inn has no owner, no guests, only one woman, a beautiful woman.
Murong Qiudi looked at him from a distance for a long time. It was not until he approached that she asked, "You didn't bring Xiaodi here?"
Ranyi said calmly: "I asked him to go back to the villa. He is not suitable to watch this battle."
She nodded and asked, "Just tomorrow?"
Randomly asked: "Will Xie Xiaofeng arrive tomorrow?"
Murong Qiudi said: "He will definitely arrive tomorrow."
Ranyi said calmly: "Then tomorrow!"
Murong Qiudi looked at him and said softly: "You should at least have a sword in your hand."
Randomly said: "I'm ready."
Murong Qiudi said: "But I haven't seen your..." The words suddenly stopped, and she saw a faint figure walking towards this side from a distance.
There was a rustling sound of footsteps, and the figure gradually approached. The person coming was a crow.
Crow was carrying the sword case, which was now unfastened.
Murong Qiudi asked: "Is this your sword?"
Randomly said: "Yes! I asked people to start casting it seven years ago."
The sword box was opened, revealing a snow-like scabbard. There are no very delicate patterns or inlays of treasures. It is as clean as white jade. You can reach out and pick up the scabbard, and your hands will be smooth and soft.
With a "choking" sound, and accompanied by an empty chant, he had pulled out the sword!
The sword is three feet long. At first glance, the sword body seems to have no luster. But if you look at it twice, you will feel that the sword edge is powerful, and the sharp golden energy is faintly pressing out. It seems that it is difficult to even open your eyes. open.
Murong Qiudi naturally saw this unparalleled sword and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of sword is this?"
He flicked out a finger at will, and suddenly flicked his finger... The sword's edge trembled slightly, and it made a graceful and melodious golden sound. The sound of the sword ripples, and there is a rhyme flying in the ears.
"The sword makes the sound of the piano, let's call it the Xianyin Sword from now on!"
"Xianyin?" Murong Qiudi murmured twice, then asked: "This sword seems to be made by a famous master."
Ranran didn't respond. His eyes were smiling at the moment, his hand was touching the sword, and he seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
The crow replied: "There is a poem: A thousand years after the death of Ou Zhizi, the elves secretly taught Zhang Yajiu, and Yajiu made a sword in Wushan. The gods of heaven and sun borrowed their merits. This sword is a descendant of Zhang Yajiu, and it took five years to make it. become."
Murong Qiudi nodded slightly, his eyes moving, and when he looked at Zuanyi again, there was already a trace of struggle in his eyes.
She seems to be hesitating about something!
…
The maple grove is forty miles to the west.
Xie Xiaofeng sat alone on the bank of the river. The fallen leaves on the branches were destroyed by the fall, and the fallen leaves floated in the flowing water. He was listening to the sound of falling, the sound of flowing water, and even listening to his own breathing.
Xie Xiaofeng has never been afraid of death, and he has been like this since he was a child.
He learned swordplay at the age of five and could decipher music at the age of six. He didn't know the meaning of death when he was a child, so he is not afraid of it! And when he knew what death was as an adult, he was no longer afraid of death.
Because it was always someone else who died then, not him.
As long as the sword is still in his hand, life and death will be in his control. He has never been defeated in his life, no matter how terrible the swordsman is, he will eventually die under his sword.
Even though he has become useless Aji in the past seven years, he has never been afraid, because Xie Xiaofeng knows better than anyone else that those people cannot kill him, and the sword he gave up can be picked up again at any time.
How could one be afraid of a person like this?
But he was not afraid of death, but he had never felt the threat of death. Until that day, when that person appeared at that moment, he finally understood what it was to be afraid.
The sword was in his hand, but his heart could not calm down.
He sat quietly, just waiting for the moment when he felt calm!
