Chapter 63 second quarter

Time: Shen Shizheng, three quarters (according to today's time, it should be four forty-five in the afternoon). Location: Huxin Pavilion. Da Fei and Xiao Fei burst out of the clouds with their vigorous and vigorous postures, with their wings folded and their legs aligned, they quickly swooped towards the lake pavilion.The third young master stood on Da Fei's back, his robes fluttering, and his expression was leisurely.Ning Xin'er sat on Xiao Fei's back with her arms wrapped around Xiao Fei's neck. Although she was not as chic as the third son, she did not appear flustered. With her beautiful big eyes, she was obsessed with the strange scenery above a hundred feet high.

Da Fei and Xiao Fei lightly stopped on a flat ground in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and the three young masters jumped down.Ning Xin'er stretched, and jumped down with her eyes closed, the third young master shook her head, so she could only use her peerless lightness kung fu to catch Ning Xin'er in her arms before she fell to the ground.Ning Xin'er leaned into the arms of the third young master, and said sweetly: "I knew that you wouldn't let me fall to the ground." There is indeed a pavilion on the Huxin Pavilion, and the name of the pavilion is also very strange.On the golden plaque hanging on the pavilion, there are four big characters written with great momentum: Walk and stop Pavilion.The inscription is Lay Dongpo.

The third young master stared at the plaque for a while, and then said: "Mr. Dongpo's writing is quite ordinary." Ning Xin'er said: "You are not convinced, if your writing is better than his, why would people use his writing instead of yours?" The third son said: "I just said it casually, so that I can appear to be very knowledgeable. Why do you have to be serious? You see, that old Taoist priest sitting on the eaves of the pavilion and meditating didn't take me seriously." Sitting on the eaves was the Taoist priest with the white beard and broken arm. At this moment, he opened his eyes and said, "The third son is here."

"I didn't expect you to be waiting here. What a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Your endurance is amazing." "Stop talking nonsense, it's easy to come, but not so easy to leave." "Are you going to kill me?" "It is said that the third son was only sixteen years old and he was only on Huashan Mountain, and he defeated Gu Chimo, the head of Huashan Mountain, within five moves. Is there such a thing?" "What does this matter to you?" "What does it have to do with me?" The old Taoist drew his long sword out of its sheath and stabbed out in the air. The sword was straight and unstoppably sharp. It was the essence of Huashan School's swordsmanship: Huashan One Way.

The third son said: "Are you also a member of the Huashan School?" "Pindao joined the Huashan School at the age of ten, so Gu Chimo would have to call me Master Uncle." The third son moved his face and said: "Could it be that you are the head of the South Tibetan Taoist who caused the Huashan massacre back then? I should have thought of it a long time ago." Chang Yin of the South Tibetan Road said: "You are wise." He lifted the last layer of mask, and finally the truth came out.A thin face with very handsome features, but the whole face was tattooed with black words and patterns, which looked hideous and terrifying.According to the criminal laws of the Song Dynasty, tattooing on the face of prisoners was a very common punishment, and the tattooed words were usually the crimes committed by the prisoners and the punishment they received.These words were stabbed on the face with a special potion, three points into the flesh, and could not be washed off for a lifetime.

The third son said: "You are very skilled in martial arts, even if you commit heinous crimes, the government will not do anything to you. Why did you get arrested by the government and have these words tattooed on your face?" The Taoist priest of South Tibet sneered and said, "I would like to thank my elder brother, Taoist Tibetan. The old man did do a few wrong things back then, who wouldn't have done a few wrong things when he was young, so why bother making such a big fuss. The government knows that the old man is from the Huashan sect How can someone who has the guts to come to Mount Hua to arrest me? My senior brother refused to give up. He had just ascended to the position of master at that time, and he was eager to establish a reputation in the martial arts. My martial arts is already higher than that of my senior brother, and I can be called the number one master of the Huashan School. But he was insidious and cunning. Taking advantage of my unpreparedness, he sneaked up on me from behind and hit seven acupuncture points on my body, cruelly abolishing my whole body martial arts. Ridiculous Yes, when he sent me to the yamen at the bottom of the mountain, there were still fake tears on my face. Fortunately, I did not deserve to die. I escaped from the prison by chance, and got the help of the elixir to restore my martial arts. The old man swore revenge and sneaked into China. On the mountain, I assassinated all the masters from the top and bottom of Huashan Mountain, leaving only a few useless wastes like Gu Chimo. Naturally, my senior brother also died under my sword, and the old man also peeled off his face and made it for myself. I put on a human skin mask. If I were still in the Huashan faction, how could you have caused the entire Huashan faction to suffer great humiliation at the top of Huashan back then?"

"Zangnan Daochang, don't you never look in the mirror? Didn't you see the words tattooed on your face? They are all blood debts. Killing you ten times is not too much. Killing people in downtown, murdering for money, prostitution , killing the whole family, good martial arts, but you are only used to kill those unarmed and innocent people. The real shame of Huashan is not a defeat in a sword fight, but a beast in clothes like you, a Taoist scum." The Taoist chief of South Tibet sneered, "I don't need to comment on how I am. I have come here today to take your life with the sword in my hand and to rectify the name of the Huashan School."

The third son said: "In martial arts competitions, the victory and defeat are both reasonable, so why bother to fight with one's life?" The South Tibetan Taoist said: "You speak lightly, because you were the one who won that time." The third son said: "If the Huashan faction suffers shame because of me, I would like to apologize. I was young and energetic at the time, so I didn't know that it would cause such consequences." Zangnan Daochang said: "It's too late to apologize now." Ning Xin'er couldn't see it, and shouted: "Smelly Taoist priest, are you being reasonable?"

The South Tibetan Taoist said: "Of course I am reasonable." Ning Xin'er said: "As the saying goes, if you are willing to bet and admit defeat, my young master asks you Huashan faction to compete in sword competitions. If you know that you can't compete with him, you shouldn't compete with him. Since you have competed and lost again, you should be ashamed Houyong, it’s right to concentrate on practicing swords, but you Huashan faction just don’t agree, you still don’t accept the loss, you only know that my son shouldn’t go to the sword competition with your master. If you can’t afford to lose, I think your Huashan faction will also lose. Don’t always claim to be one of the three major sword sects, it’s better to close the school earlier. Now, jump out of you, an old bastard, to seek justice. I have experienced the decent demeanor of a famous family today.”

The third young master applauded enthusiastically and said, "Xin'er, well said." The South Tibetan Taoist said: "The one who lost to the young master was the head of the Huashan School, but not the Huashan School's swordsmanship." The third son said: "I already regret my reckless behavior at the beginning, give me a chance and leave an arm?" Ning Xin'er said: "Cao Xiaosan, you are talking crazy again, do you think your arms are tree branches, if you chop them off, they can grow back?" The third son replied honestly: "It won't grow."

The South Tibetan Taoist said: "According to the rules of the world, since you are willing to keep an arm, the old man should let you go. However, you and the old man still have some personal grievances that have not been resolved." The third son said: "It's really an honor." The South Tibetan Taoist said: "What are you honored?" The third son said: "You should be honored. There are not many people in the world who have personal grievances with me, and without exception, they are all famous people. You are really honored to be one of them." What an honor." The Taoist priest of South Zang smiled slightly and said, "Are you trying to provoke me?" The third son said: "What good will it do me to provoke you?" Zangnan Taoist priest said: "Once I am provoked by you, I will inevitably become irritable, and it will be difficult to concentrate when I draw the sword, and you will have a little more chance of winning." The third son said: "I didn't expect the Taoist priest in southern Tibet to have such a deep knowledge of swordsmanship theory. I admire it, I admire it very much. However, I never believe in any theory. It's a small trick, I don't bother to do it." The Taoist chief of South Tibet sneered, "When death is imminent, he still speaks wild words." After speaking, he jumped down and landed on the ground seven steps away from the third son. The third son said: "Use your sword to kill me, I will wait here." "The sword is here!" Daoist Priest Zangnan suddenly said out of nowhere. "Where is the sword?" "I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart. The sword is me, and I am the sword." The third young master laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes. He waved his hands at the Taoist priest in southern Tibet, and said, "It turns out that the Taoist's swordsmanship has reached such a high level. I admire it even more, and I admire it even more." Zangnan Daochang cut his teeth and said: "This is thanks to the third son. I took off one of Pindao's left arms. Originally, the old man practiced swordsmanship with his left hand and swordsmanship with his right hand. Once the arm is gone, there is only one right arm left, and there is no hindrance, which allows me to concentrate more on the practice of sword control. Therefore, I am advancing by leaps and bounds, regardless of things." The third son said: "It turns out that having fewer arms has this kind of benefit. If you spread the word just now, I am afraid that after a while, there will suddenly be many more one-armed swordsmen in the Jianghu." After speaking, he laughed again. more than. Ning Xin'er persuaded him: "Don't keep laughing, be a little serious, okay?" "I don't want to laugh either, but I can't help it." The Taoist priest of South Zang said: "Laugh as much as you want, if you don't laugh, you won't have a chance." The third son said: "Since you have practiced to the point that you are a sword and the sword is your realm, why bother to carry a sword on your back? Wouldn't the sword become your burden?" The South Tibetan Taoist priest said: "I have been used to it for many years, and I can't change it for a while." "This shows that you haven't forgotten the external sword in your heart. If you can't forget the external sword, how can your inner heart sword exert its power?" The Taoist leader of South Zang thought for a while, and felt that what the third son said was reasonable, so he took the sword off his back and threw it in front of him casually. The third son deliberately asked: "You really don't want it?" The head of the South Tibetan Taoist said proudly: "The poor Taoist is no longer needed." The third young master said: "It's a good sword, it's a pity to lose it. It just so happened that I came today empty-handed and didn't bring a sword. I picked it up, and I can make do with it." As he spoke, he really strode forward, Go pick up the sword on the ground.At this time, his entire back is wide open, which is the best time to launch a sneak attack.The face of the head of the South Tibetan Road changed again and again, but finally he did not make a move.He thought: the third young master dared to expose his whole back to his heart sword, there must be a deceit in it. The third son picked up his sword and said: "I never thought that a person like you would talk about the morality of the world and not sneak up on me from behind. It's really rare." The chief of the South Tibetan Road said with a smirk, "You're welcome." The third young master drew out his long sword and said: "There are many innocent souls attached to this sword. Letting you die by my sword today can be regarded as revenge for these souls." The head of the South Zang Dao didn't speak, but just took a small step obliquely.Although it was only a small step, Ning Xin'er, who was standing far away, suddenly felt a little chilly, and the hairs on her hands stood up involuntarily.The flowers and leaves of a nearby peach tree are falling, dyeing the ground colorfully. The third young master said: "What a strong sword energy." There was a smirk on the corner of Zangnan Taoist's mouth, and he took another step forward, and the peach blossoms that fell on the ground were aroused by murderous aura, turning and dancing in the air, like a large group of dancing butterflies.This is a rare early spring scenery, but the people in the scenery are no longer in the mood to appreciate it.The third son's clothes were rattled by the murderous aura. He knew that as long as he took a step back, the pressure would be less. However, he knew better that as long as he took a step back, he could only keep going back, and there was no way to counterattack. possible. The third young master suddenly smiled and shouted: "Do you know what the highest level of swordsmanship is?" "There is no sword in your hand, and there is no sword in your heart." "It's a pity that you haven't practiced to this level yet." "Although Pindao has not yet reached this level, it is enough to kill you." The third son said: "Today, you will reach the state of having no sword in your heart. I will congratulate you first." "How do you know?" The third young master said: "Not only do I know, but you will also know soon. Look carefully, I'm about to draw a sword." Zangnan Daoist didn't take it seriously. Under his strict and powerful sword aura, there are not many people who can barely protect themselves, let alone those who can fight back with their swords. However, the long sword in the third son's hand easily pierced through the surrounding sword energy and stabbed straight at his chest.His eyes widened in disbelief.What kind of sword is this?It seemed that standing on the other end of the sword was not a person, but an indifferent and proud god.God's sword, how can anyone avoid it. He was devastated and watched helplessly as his sword pierced his chest and pierced his heart.He didn't even have the desire to shout, he just pointed at the third young master and said with all his strength: "You are not human, and this is not human swordsmanship." The third young master said: "I told you earlier that I am a god, but you don't believe it." The sword energy pervading all around disappeared in an instant, and the peach blossoms fell again, on the strangely distorted face of the Taoist chief in southern Tibet, on the sword that pierced his heart, on the dusty ground, on the On the third son's clothes and hair. The third son said: "The sword is stuck in your heart, now you do have a sword in your heart." There was no rebuttal smile on the ashen face of the head of the South Tibetan Road, he could only accept this embarrassing ridicule helplessly. The third son pulled the sword out of the body of the Taoist chief in southern Tibet again, and continued: "Now, you have no sword in your heart. I told you that you will definitely reach this level today, and I did not lie to you. Congratulations again , your swordsmanship has been mastered." He turned his back, waved to the still stubborn and upright Taoist priest of southern Tibet, and said, "Goodbye, go slowly, and don't see you off." When Da Fei and Xiao Fei disappeared into the distant sky with the third son and Ning Xin'er, the Taoist chief of Zangnan took a last look at the sun in the west, and saw that the setting sun was like blood, half of the sky was dyed red, and all the clouds suddenly disappeared. Standing still, the sky and the earth are peaceful again, the reflection of the sky in the lake water gathers and disperses between the waves, even more spectacular than the sky itself, he sighed one last breath, and said: "I'm so fucking unlucky. "After speaking, he fell to the ground.