"Extremely good at swordsmanship, extremely good at Tao, extremely good at thinking."
"When you get the sword, you forget the sword. There is nothing else but the sword."
"There is a law but there is no way. It is impossible to hide the law."
This was Song Que's evaluation that Yang Lin received from others.
Regardless of whether he is from the righteous path or from the demonic sect, when he talks about Song Que, he feels that he is a perfect person. The only shortcoming is that he has no shortcomings.
If you see that he monopolizes the twenty states in Lingnan, you might think that he is interested in power, but in fact he is not. In his eyes, the world's affairs are actually just a game of chess.
When the interest rises, hundreds of thousands of troops can be mobilized and directed towards the Central Plains.
When his interest is gone, he will turn around and give up on conquering the world just because of a few words with his old lover or a few gestures with Ning Daoqi. The choice between giving and taking, in his opinion, is a matter of his own free will.
When you rise, you go, and when you are exhausted, you return, it is so willful.
Therefore, from the bottom of his heart, this person does not admire power.
In his eyes, power is not as attractive as the Narcissus Knife in his hand.
Power is like a cloud to him, but what about reputation?
He doesn't care about reputation either.
He hasn't used a sword in twenty years. He doesn't care how many people in the world admit how strong his sword skills are? How deep is the skill?
Even if the world ranks him behind the three great masters, he doesn't care at all.
Although, maybe his strength is actually higher than that of the three great masters.
In his opinion, reputation is actually nothing more than bullshit.
So what does he care?
Do you care about family, friendship, or love?
Don't care either.
Both daughters can be given away as marriage tools, while the son will let nature take its course and will not bother to teach or even get too close to them.
The wife I married was an ugly girl at random. In order to prevent myself from being obsessed with beauty, I could concentrate on the art of swordsmanship and martial arts.
Bi Xiuxin and Fan Qinghui, the two beauties he admired in his youth, never fought because of their ideals. To put it bluntly, he would not give in and had no desire to get.
Such a person.
Such a knife.
Yang Lin thought it was so interesting.
Just like in another story, "Extremely good at love, extremely good at swords", his "extremely good at swords, extremely good at Tao" is no less generous, and has also reached an extreme.
With capital that shatters the void.
It's just that that person has a comparable opponent, who can break him directly during the battle, when his life is most intense, and see another world.
Song Que, on the other hand, didn't even have the desire to shatter the void.
He simply loves the sword, not because he can practice it to the extreme, become an immortal, become an ancestor, or break the void.
Whether the other world is beautiful or dangerous has nothing to do with him.
"So, in your eyes, what kind of person is your father?"
Yang Lin asked with interest.
He felt that the legendary Song Que looked like everything except not quite the same person.
"I don't know. I don't know what my father is thinking. Sometimes I feel that he doesn't think about anything at all. He just sits in the knife sharpening hall all night long, neither practicing nor doing anything. Meditating, but also like remembering.”
There was admiration and fear in Song Yuzhi's eyes.
She couldn't even remember whether her father ever hugged her when she was a child.
My sister, Song Yuhua, is actually not happy.
Xie Wenlong, the son of Xie Hui, the most powerful fort lord in Bashu, was able to marry Miss Song not because of how outstanding he was.
But because of his status and lineage.
Song Yuhua's role is to stabilize this territory and prevent chaos. Other love affairs have nothing to do with her.
It doesn't matter what she thinks.
And myself.
When Li Mi started the rebellion, he brought Li Tianfan to ask for his hand in marriage, and his father agreed. There was no other reason than that the other party was a powerful force and had the opportunity to dominate the world.
As for personal wishes, it doesn't really matter.
Song Yuzhi thought of this and glanced at Yang Lin secretly. He thought that his past would create a gap in the other person's heart, but he was surprised to find that it did not.
We came all the way to Lingnan and stayed and flew together for so many days. Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be a very peaceful person.
This journey turned out to be a rare happy time in my life.
This is a bit strange.
In terms of reputation, the patron king Yang Lin is famous all over the world. He controls the south of the Yangtze River and points his sword to the north of the Yangtze River. He has an army of more than one million under his command.
Even an old man from the mountains, no matter how ill-informed he is, knows that this is a big shot and a big hero.
In terms of martial arts, under the joint attack of Ning Daoqi, the best Taoist master in the world, and the Buddhist saint monk Liao Kong, they brazenly killed each other.
At the same time, he suppressed the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism in the Central Plains by himself so that they did not dare to move. His force was so powerful that no matter how powerful he thought he was, he would not dare to call himself a master in front of him.
However, just such a person is not so superior. Instead, he is like all the living beings around him, a friend who can talk and laugh at will.
That's how strange it is.
If we say that in my eyes, my father is not a person, but a god.
Well, the backer king around him is completely different.
He has human emotions and desires, he can be angry, happy, mischievous, and also considerate and considerate.
Just like an ordinary person, not much different.
But that's why.
Only Song Yuzhi would be amazed.
The sky, because it is vast, does not make people aware of its height.
The earth, because it is within reach, is not felt to be heavy.
Such a realm is infinitely deeper and wider than the elusive clouds on the other side.
Originally, he felt that his father, who had never been defeated by the Heavenly Sword in his life, would not be defeated this time. For the first time, Song Yuzhi felt a little uncertain.
She felt that this time, maybe, maybe, or, her father would lose.
Moreover, there will be no suspense about defeat.
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Sharpening Hall.
Among the Song family villa, it is actually not very conspicuous.
It can even be called crude.
It's just a huge mountain stone, with its edges and corners cut off, and piled up piece by piece...
Thick, heavy, with a hint of wildness, it plunges into the soul at a glance.
The first thing that invaded the mind was not the building, but the sharp knife intent coming from the entire building.
Like the clouds in the sky and the water in the sea, it exudes a lofty and vast atmosphere all the time.
People with a keen mind will either lose their fighting spirit or become arrogant as soon as they feel this sword intent.
Either surrender, or suppress, there is no other possibility.
Song Que's sword intention was like the high heaven, and he did not allow anyone to have a second emotion.
When Song Yuzhi arrived at the mountain city, he was greeted early by people. They were all asking questions, and they looked very friendly.
Yang Lin guessed that it might be because he saw him coming alone with her, which meant many things. Therefore, Song Yuzhi's identity or status had a strange change.
Because, he also saw Song Shidao, as well as the powerful people such as Song Zhi and Song Lu, greeting him with extremely grand etiquette, driving military formations for more than 20 miles, accompanied by high-level officials, and served by beautiful women, it was a real treat Etiquette for the ruler of a country.
However, even so, Song Que still didn't come out.
It was tacitly understood by everyone, and no one, including Yang Lin, mentioned this matter.
Because, whether it is Song Zhi, Song Lu, or Yang Lin himself, they all know it.
That heavenly being, the best swordsman in the world holding a heavenly sword, was actually waiting for him.
Waiting for a battle that may or may not happen.
At the same time, the outcome of this battle may represent the future destination of the twenty states in Lingnan.
It seems very important, but it is very trivial to think about it.
Although some people do not agree with this in their hearts, no one dares to object.
In this land, Song Que is the only god.
……………………
Wait until Yang Lin steps into the sharpening hall.
He found out that he had guessed wrong.
Rather than saying that Song Que is the god of this land, it is better to say that he is an immortal.
