Chapter 3 The third ruthless sword

This "Zhuifeng Wuying" Hua Qingquan sighed and said: "Since you said so, it's okay to say this, but——ah!" He turned his eyes to the god Moyun's hand Xiang Chongtian, and said: "Xiang Chong Brother, I think you also know the reason for my actions, you should tell brother, although the old man has passed away, the past still makes me sad." His eyes suddenly opened, and his expression became agitated: "This matter said After leaving, if anyone still thinks that my actions are inappropriate, I, Hua Qingquan, will immediately cut myself with a sword, and there is absolutely no need for others to do it."

After he said these words, the muscles on the boy's white face twitched suddenly, as if he remembered something, and seemed to have some unspeakable secrets. God Moyun stretched out his hand towards the sky and caressed the short gray beard under his chin, sighed, and said, "My lord, have you ever heard that twenty or thirty years ago, there was an earth-shattering event in the martial arts world. This incident has made the heroes of the world feel sorry for it?" He paused for a moment, seeing that Anle's son Yunzheng's expression had changed, and he continued with a slight sigh: "Twenty or thirty years ago, there was an earth-shattering hero in Jianghu. Anxious and righteous, there is no friend in the Jianghu who has never been favored by this person, no matter what route he is in. In the past hundred years, this person has been very famous in the martial arts. As far as I know, no one can surpass him—— "

He paused again, but Mr. An Le blurted out: "Teacher Xiang, are you talking about the Thunderbolt sword show Yuntianzhan hero?" As soon as these words came out, the boy Zhanbai's face suddenly turned pale, he suddenly twisted his body, his feet slammed, and he ran out, wanting to go across the forest. But when his body moved, "Chasing Wind Wuying" had already sternly shouted, "My friend, you stay here for me." His body didn't make any gestures, and he swept away three feet away, the young man turned white He felt a blur in front of his eyes, and this "Zhaifeng Wuying" had stopped in front of him.

His complexion changed, he twisted his waist, and threw himself to the side. But how could he escape in front of this "Zhuifeng Wuying" who valued martial arts with lightness of kung fu?Hua Qingquan just made a wrong step, and stopped in front of him again, his left hand came out swiftly, pointing like a sword, with the whistling sound of the wind, he pointed directly at the "Yingchuang acupoint" on his breast, and shouted: "Good monkey Son, if you want to slip, you are dreaming." As the young man stretched his body, the sound of the wind was coming, he stumbled, turned his waist, swung his left palm, copied the "Zhaifeng Wuying" wrist and cut, his movements were quite fast.As soon as this palm was handed out, he felt a numbness in his elbow, his body could no longer move, he knew that someone had tapped his acupoints.

So he secretly sighed in his heart, and secretly hated the world, why when a person himself does not want to mention his life experience, others insist on forcing himself to speak out? The fingertip of "Zhuifeng Wuying" touched the "Quchi" acupoint on the elbow of the young man Zhanbai. With a swipe of his iron fist, he penetrated under his side, and then shook his wrist, sending the young man far away. Towards the "Moyun God's Hand" and threw it towards the sky. "Moyun Divine Hand" stretched out his palms slightly, and it caught his body as if effortlessly, and then threw it on the ground casually.Hua Qingquan had already rushed over, and gave Yun Zheng a cold look. Yun Zheng frowned slightly, and he became more and more confused when this matter developed.

He never imagined that the young man would run away immediately when he mentioned the word "Thunderbolt Sword". What is the connection between the death of the hero of the Thunderbolt Sword Show?" Thinking up to this point, his eyes glanced at the long sword that was still held in the palm of "Zhuifeng Wuying", and he couldn't help being moved again in his heart, and he thought again in amazement: "This Could it be that the reason why the number one thief pressed him so hard to ask was because the sword that this young man used just now was the 'ruthless green sword' that the hero Zhan used to frighten the Jianghu?"

The face of "Zhuifeng Wuying" was as cold as water, and he said coldly: "Mr. Yun, you probably know the reason why I forced him to question him by now, right? In the past, Zhan Daxia used this 'ruthless green sword' to do it." I don’t know how much kindness is like heaven, but the sky has no eyes, but let Zhan Daxia die inexplicably! Mr. Yun!” His voice became excited again, and he continued: “Don’t blame me for boldly saying, young master, your age It's still young, you didn't see Zhan Daxia's tragic death on Dongting Lake, but I saw it. I, Hua Qingquan, received the grace of Zhan Daxia's life and rebirth, but when I saw Zhan Daxia's body on Dongting Lake When I died in a horrible corpse, I... I... I couldn't even find out who the murderer was!"

He gasped for breath with grief, swallowed again, as if he wanted to suppress the emotions that were about to explode, and continued: "For twenty years, I have been looking for Zhan Daxia's enemies all the time, but I Even if we try everything possible, we still can't find out who these thieves are, God has mercy on me, let me find out some clues today." When he said this, Mr. An Le couldn't help feeling sad on the often smiling face. I saw this very sad and thin old man, looking up at the sky at this moment, and said: "Young Master Yun, do you know how I felt when I found out that the sword in this young man's hand was an old artifact of Zhan Daxia? Young master, if I don't ask this young man about the origin of this sword, how can I be worthy of my benefactor under the Nine Springs? If I let Zhan Daxia go to the bottom of the sea, am I still a human being?"

After hearing this, Mr. An Le's expression became more and more gloomy, and he was so dumb that he couldn't speak anymore. "Zhuifeng Wuying" Hua Qingquan's eyes were as red as fire, he bent down suddenly, and stretched out his left palm, slapping and pinching the young man's shoulders and ribs, unlocking his acupuncture points, but using his right hand Pointing the long sword at the young man's throat, his eyes were like blades, and he said sharply: "My friend, you should have heard what I said just now. I also know that you are still young and will not be the murderer who killed Hero Zhan, but I I have to ask you, where did you get this sword? If you hide it from my old man, hum!"

The thin and stern old man paused, his wrist trembled slightly, the tip of his sword trembled, and the green light was cold. He slashed the young man's throat in front of the third quarter, and said sharply: "Today I will let your blood splash immediately. On this sword." The sword was as bright as blue, and the sword energy was cold. Hua Qingquan's skinny palm was tightly grasped on the sword handle, which seemed to be made of steel, and did not move, so that the tip of the sword only stayed in front of the young man's throat one third of the way. place. Mr. An Le let out a slight sigh, and turned his gaze, and saw that the corners of the young man's mouth were tightly closed, his eyes were bright, and there was no look of fear on his face, he couldn't help but secretly admired: No matter what, this young man is finally a strong man!

He was thinking to himself, but as soon as Hua Qingquan's voice fell, the young man slid his elbows, slipped backwards, turned over and stood up suddenly, Hua Qingquan said coldly, "You are courting death!" Where the long arms are extended, the sword shines like a sword. Unexpectedly, the young man twisted his body, knelt down on his knees, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Hua Qingquan. Seeing him, Mr. An Le let out a long sigh, shook his head secretly, turned around and walked away two steps. "Moyun God Hand" also showed disdain on his face, if this young man was stubborn to the end, they might give him a helping hand, but seeing him act like this at this moment, they couldn't help feeling contemptuous of him. "Zhuifeng Wuying" was also stunned secretly, his wrists and elbows were slightly bent, and he retracted the long sword. But the young man reached out his arms, took out a bag made of fine linen, and slowly took out a piece of silk from the bag—presumably because of the age, this piece of silk has lost its luster—and took it out with great solemnity. Holding the sack in his hand, he straightened his waist and stood up, took a quick step, walked up to "Zhuifeng Wuying", and respectfully held the piece of silk in front of Hua Qingquan with both hands, his eyes fixed, but he still didn't utter a word. Word. Master An Le flicked his robe sleeves slightly, walked slowly towards the outside of the forest, turned his head and said with a smile: "Teacher Xiang, we should go—" Before he could finish speaking, he saw that "Chasing Wind Wuying" actually bowed to the young man , the expression on his face was agitated and disturbed, and his eyes were full of astonishment. He slowly stretched out his hand to take the silk, and his calm palm trembled slightly at this moment. The young man Zhan Bai was stunned for a while, took a step back, bowed and said: "Can the old man return the sword in his hand to this junior?" This "Zhuifeng Wuying" bowed his head just now, which made him also inexplicably surprised. When he turned his eyes, he saw that Mr. Anle also stopped and looked at him in surprise. When the "Moyun God Hand" looked back, it was obvious Also amazed! However, although these people were astonished, they didn't ask any questions. They saw "Zhaifeng Wuying" Hua Qingquan holding the silk in his left hand, staring blankly for a while, then sighed suddenly, and turned upside down like electricity The point of the sword— With a flash of green light and a burst of blood, Mr. An Le and the "Master Moyun" shouted at the same time: "Master Hua!" He fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from his neck, and without a word, he slashed his throat and died.In his withered palms, he was still holding tightly to the silk. The long sword was as green as washing and as shiny as autumn water. It was placed horizontally on his chest, reflecting his distorted face, which seemed a bit hideous. This sudden turn of events, like a bolt from the blue, stunned everyone. No one would even have dreamed that this "chasing the wind without shadow" would suddenly kill himself with a sword. Not only did he not leave a word beforehand. Not a word, not even a sign. Although the "Moyun God Hand" is a person with a cold temperament and deep secrets, he can't help but change his color at this moment. His slender body bent down and picked up Hua Qingquan's body at an angle. He saw deep scars on his neck , the head fell down limply, the muscles on the face twisted in pain, it was unknown whether it was because of the excitement during life, or the pain during death. The evening wind blew through the woods, causing him to shiver shrewdly. Turning his eyes, he saw the young man Zhan Bai standing beside him in astonishment, his face was livid, as if he was too shocked to speak. Xiang Chongtian and "Zhuifeng Wuying" have known each other for many years. At this moment, he is copying the corpse of this once powerful martial arts master, and his heart is full of thoughts. It can withstand any major blow, so why did he suddenly act like this when he saw the silk? He gently put down the corpse, slowly opened the tightly clenched palm, and took out the piece of silk, only to find that the piece of silk that could kill a martial arts master was just a very ordinary piece of cloth, although it was originally It used to be bright and colorful, but now it is old and yellowed, and the silk threads on the four sides are falling off very irregularly, as if it was torn off from a large piece of silk with heavy hands. So, what great secret is hidden in this very ordinary piece of silk? While the "Moyun God Hand" was thinking, he suddenly swooped up like an eagle, bent his body lightly, stretched out his iron palm, and struck the boy in the chest. Unexpectedly, the boy Zhan Bai still didn't move, his eyes were fixed, as if he didn't see anything. Xiang Chongtian yelled, his wrists and elbows trembled slightly, and suddenly his palms turned into claws, his five fingers were like hooks, hooking the young man's white wrists, he raised his left palm, and brought the silk in his palm to his eyes, and shouted sharply: "what is this?" The boy Zhanbai slowly raised his eyes, looked at him blankly, but shook his head. "Moyun God's Hand" hooked the right hand of the boy's white left wrist, and suddenly tightened it. A pair of eagle eyes, as sharp as lightning, looked at the boy's face without even a moment, and shouted sharply: "Friend, you Who is it? What is this rag?" A kind of pain that went deep into the bone marrow made the boy's white left arm almost completely lose consciousness, but he still endured it, never moaning from any pain, but shook his head deeply again, this way Although he took out the silk himself, like others, he was also amazed by this sudden change and the magic power of this silk, because he also knew nothing about it. "Moyun God's Hand" raised his eyebrows, twisted his right palm slightly, the boy Zhan Bai couldn't help humming softly, he knew that as long as he tried harder, his wrist would be broken. But he was born with pride, he would never be able to say what to say if he begged for forgiveness, and he didn't know what to say, because this piece of silk was indeed taken out by himself and handed over to "Zhuifeng Wuying", And "Zhuifeng Wuying" did kill himself with a horizontal sword for this reason. He secretly sighed in his heart, and thought: "Actually, how did I know that this matter would develop like this? If I knew that 'Zhuifeng Wuying' would die because of it, then I would definitely not take out this piece of silk—— " Looking up, he saw Yun Zheng, the son of An Le who had been bowing his head in meditation, slowly walking over. Xu Ran stretched out his arm to rest on Xiang Chongtian's left palm, and moved Xiang Chongtian's iron palm away from Zhan Bai's wrist. . Xiang Chongtian's complexion changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "My lord, what are you doing?" Yun Zheng sighed softly, but didn't answer his words, turned his head, and slowly said to the boy Zhan Bai: "Brother Tai is also surnamed Zhan, I wonder if he is the descendant of the old man of Thunderbolt Sword Show?" Zhan Bai straightened his body, and said: "Xiao Ke is mediocre and incompetent. I dare not mention it for fear of humiliating my ancestors. Now that Young Master has guessed right, alas!" There was still pain in his left wrist, But never touch it with your right hand. Mr. An Le smiled slightly, and said: "That's it, if Xiongtai is not a descendant of Zhan Daxia, he would never have bowed to that—Master Hua." His voice paused slightly, and the boy Zhan Bai immediately let out a long sigh, and said: "After my father's tragic death, I was young and not talented. Although the culprit could not be found out, but the family and enemies are like mountains, and I have not forgotten them for a day." He looked at the Huaqing Spring and fell down. Glancing at the lying corpse, he sighed to himself again: "Senior Hua's righteousness is so insignificant, how can Xiao Ke kowtow to repay his kindness to his father? But how do you know——ah!" He sighed twice and ended his words, but he felt emotionally agitated and restless in his heart, because he felt that his fate had been rough all his life, and few people favored him. The most rare thing is that I have obtained the most difficult understanding in the world from this first friend who I only met once. "Moyun God's Hand" spread out his left palm towards the sky, but spread out the silk again, and said in a deep voice, "So, what is this thing?" Zhanbai lowered his eyes, and sighed: "Is this... Xiao Ke doesn't know why he made Senior Hua so—" His heart suddenly moved, and he stopped talking. However, Mr. An Le said with a smile: "Brother is an honest and honest gentleman, since this is the case, I will never believe that brother's reasoning, and this matter is too bizarre, and it's not like we can speculate on it, it's just—" His voice After a pause, he turned around abruptly, leaned over and picked up the green long sword, held the tip of the sword with two fingers of his left hand, handed it to Zhan Bai, and said from the interface: "This sword is a sharp weapon, a great abnormal sword. , there must be many people in the martial arts world who know the origin of this sword, and if you want to hide your whereabouts, it may not be easy for you to walk with the sword in your hand." At this moment, the sun is gone, the evening breeze enters the forest, and the summer heat is completely gone. Zhan Bai's heart was full of thoughts, and he slowly stretched out his hand to catch the green sword, and said in a dull voice: "Xiao Ke is wandering alone, today I got to know my brother, and my brother is overwhelmed, alas! It's just Xiao Ke's mediocrity I have no talent, but I don't know how to repay my brother's kindness." Unexpectedly, when his fingers touched the hilt of the sword, a long laugh came from deep in the forest, a figure flew close to the ground, it was as fast as an arrow, Zhan Bai felt a numbness in his elbow, and said in a clear accent: " Then, it’s more appropriate to place this sword here.” The beginning of the voice came from beside him, but the place where the voice landed was ten feet away. I saw a figure who seemed to be quite tall, with a flash of green light, passing by like electricity, in the blink of an eye , It disappeared in the shade of trees. This figure came like a thunder, went like a lightning, and the lightness kung fu was amazing, not only did Zhanbai fail to see his coming, even the "Moyun Master" and Mr. Anle seemed to be in a big accident. Surprised, stunned, the sword that was originally held in the hand of Mr. Anle Yunzheng has disappeared at this moment. Yun Zheng shouted loudly, his body grew suddenly, swishing up and down a few times, and flew towards the figure, "Moyun God Hand" turned his gaze to the sky, sneered, his arms vibrated slightly, and flew away freely. Zhan Bai was slightly stunned, seeing that the skyward figure was about to disappear, without hesitation, he bent his body sharply, stepped on his feet, and chased after him. All he could hear was anxious shouts behind him, which must have come from the escorts who had been standing far away, and he didn't stop to listen. Although he tried his best to run wildly in the completely dark forest, but for a moment, he couldn't even see the figure of "Moyun God Hand" Xiang Chongtian. Although this forest covers a wide area, he ran with all his strength, and after a while, he also swept out of the forest. Looking around, he saw that the sky was like blue, and the moon was shining like a wash. Under the reflection of the moonlight, the surrounding fields were silent. But he couldn't even see half of the figure. He took a slight breath, unbuttoned a button on his front, and let the cool night breeze blow over his chest, but his blood was still boiling and he was in a state of confusion. In his heart, however, everything made him puzzled. What surprised him the most was that Hua Qingquan, the "chasing the wind without shadow", was a close friend of his late father, but why did he kill himself suddenly when he saw the old silk?But before committing suicide, he felt very excited. With a long sigh, he asked himself: "What secret is hidden in this square silk cloth?" Naturally, he couldn't answer this question, but another difficult thing followed. He knew that not only the "Moyun Master" Xiang Chongtian was well-known in the martial arts world, but also that Anle son Yun Zheng was a very famous figure in the Jianghu, so he never imagined that someone would dare to act in front of the two of them. face, and snatched his green sword. He tore off another button, and the front of the shirt was opened even more, and his bare chest could enjoy the coolness of the evening wind more deeply. But in his heart, it still seems to be blocked by a huge boulder. The depression of many years seems to have accumulated in one place at this moment, so his thoughts can't help but think back to the past... It was a long time ago. He was still a sensible child. On a mid-autumn night that was as cold as water and the stars were thin and the moon was bright, when he and his mother were thinking about their father who had been away for a long time, he Sure enough, my father rushed home before the Mid-Autumn Festival, as in previous years.However, unlike previous years, what his father brought back this time was not a happy smile, but scars all over his body and moaning uncontrollably! It's been a long time, but the memory is still fresh.At this moment, he still clearly remembered everything that night, his father's blood all over his body seemed to be dancing in front of him again at this moment, congealing into a bright red blood.But the rustling wind was like that moaning sound. He sighed heavily, and took out the bag made of fine linen from his arms. Without opening it, he knew what was in the bag, because it was what he had been playing with all day—a ball of dry hair, A piece of silk ribbon, a steel ball, a bronze button, a bronze coin and the silk that was obviously torn from the skirt. These were given to him by his father when he was dying, and he struggled to tell him the names of the six people, so that when he saw them in the future, he would give these things to them separately.Finally, he remembered his father pointing at the sword tremblingly and saying, "You have to be good..." But before he finished his sentence, his father died. Although he was young at that time, he also knew that his father was not an ordinary person, so he grieved why he had to die like an ordinary person. Sometimes, there is even a painful twist on the face. "You must use this sword to avenge me." He whispered in pain, and continued what his father hadn't finished speaking.For many years, he has been thinking about this sentence all the time, and he has been suffering from this sentence all the time, because for so many years, he has never been able to know who the enemy who killed his father is. It was a time full of pain, almost desperate. He and his mother had never set foot in the martial arts world, and they didn't know anyone in the martial arts world. No one in the martial arts world knew that Thunderbolt Sword Zhan Yuntian and his wife Although they escaped the pursuit of their enemies because of this, they did not receive any assistance because of this. So they wandered back and forth, hoping to learn an amazing skill, but they were disappointed. Until his mother died of pain and torture, what Zhan Bai learned was still a common kung fu in the martial arts.Although he has extraordinary talent and extraordinary hard work, that only makes his martial arts slightly better than ordinary people, and it is still far away from the kung fu of martial arts masters. So, at this moment, he stood in the cool breeze of summer night, torturing himself with shame, self-blame, and pain. "Even if I know about my father's enemy, what can I do? I can't even keep the sword he left me, so what power do I have to avenge him?" Looking around, there was still no one in sight, only chirping insects and rustling wind, mixing into a kind of sad and mournful music in his ears. He let out a long sigh, and walked forward, only feeling that his future was as dark as the field in front of him. At this moment, he had almost forgotten everything, and his mind was in chaos, but he felt that all thoughts were lost and he didn't care about anything. After he buried his mother, he went out to fight alone, but it was extremely difficult for this young man who knew nothing about the world to survive. How could he accomplish other things?Relying on his personal courage, he struggled and finally let him find a position in the famous martial arts bodyguard agency. Although it was a coincidence, it was also difficult!But at this moment, he even forgot all of these, he forgot that he still shouldered the responsibility of guarding the darts, and just walked forward aimlessly, as if he was looking for something he had lost. The trees are still there, and the starlight is still there. In the silent summer night, the earth does not seem to have changed at all, but how much has the people living on the earth changed? Zhan Bai walked and stopped, secretly hoping that Mr. An Le could get back the sword for him, but if he really got the sword back, it would be a great tragedy for Zhan Bai!Self-respecting people, who wants to get back from others what they can't keep? With a sound of "Got it", a golden cicada flew past him and sank into the wild grass under his feet. see through. The sky was full of stars, and the moonlight reflected his figure long on the muddy ground full of weeds, but what frightened him was that at this moment, behind his shadow, there was another shadow—the shadow of a person. He was shocked, before he could turn around, he heard a stern voice from behind, saying: "You leaked the old man's secret, I will beat you to death!" He was shocked again!A thought flashed in my heart like an electric shock: "When did I ever reveal someone's secret, he wouldn't have admitted the wrong person?" Following the thought, he turned around suddenly, but saw that behind him, at some point, he was standing there. With a dumpy old man. Under the moonlight, I saw the old man's face was full of anger, his eyes were looking at the shadow on the ground viciously, and he said sharply: "You have revealed the secret of this old man, and this old man will kill you." With a palm raised, the shadow reflected on the ground Hit it, only heard a "hoo", grass flying on the ground, mud and sand splashed, and was hit by the old man's fierce palm wind. Handling the wind and tigers is something he has never seen before. He was horrified, and couldn't help being stunned by it. The broken grass and sand flying up covered his body, but he didn't notice it. For a moment, he saw the piece of wild grass where the figure of the old man was originally reflected. , The sand subsided, and the shadow was really out of shape. Zhan Bai felt a chill in his heart, and turned his eyes to look, but saw that the old man's eyes were also turned to him, pointing at the pit on the ground, he suddenly laughed and said: "This kind of bad thing, he must be killed, the baby named Zhan , are you right?" Zhan Bai's heart thumped again. "How does he know what my surname is?" Turning his gaze, he suddenly remembered that the old man in front of him was the one who rode his horse into Lin at the same time as "Chasing Wind Wuying" Hua Qingquan and "Moyun Master" Xiang Chongtian just now, and it was just him I didn't pay attention to this person's actions just now, and this person has never taken any action, but I didn't expect that he would suddenly appear in front of me at this moment.