Chapter 45 The forty-fourth chapter of the sword of death

Murong Qiudi said: "I can't see it, but I know, if you are not nervous, why would you fall in love with that woman whose eyes are like dead fish?" She sat down beside him again: "but I can't think of why you are so nervous." Xie Xiaofeng said: "You also have unexpected things?" Murong Qiudi sighed lightly, and said, "Maybe I've already thought of it, but I just don't want to believe it." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Oh?" Murong Qiudi said: "I have always understood you very well, only fear can make you nervous." Xie Xiaofeng said: "What am I afraid of?"

Murong Qiudi said: "You are afraid of being defeated by someone else's sword." There was sarcasm in her voice: "Because the third young master of the Xie family will never be defeated." Despite the bedding, the ground was still cold and hard. She moved her sitting position, put her weight on Xie Xiaofeng's lap, and then continued: "But there are not many people in this world who can threaten you, maybe there is only one." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Who?" Murong Qiudi said: "Yan Shisan." Xie Xiaofeng said: "How do you know it's him this time?"

Murong Qiudi said: "Of course I know, just because you are Xie Xiaofeng and he is Yan Shisan, you two will meet each other sooner or later, and sooner or later one of you will die by the other's sword." She sighed: "This is your destiny, no one can change it, not even me." Xie Xiaofeng said: "You?" Murong Qiudi said: "I really wanted you to die by my hands, but unexpectedly someone saved you." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Do you know who that person is?" Murong Qiudi smiled wryly: "If I had known that there was such a person in the world, I would have killed him long ago."

She sighed again: "Although I know now, it's too late." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Now you already know who he is?" Murong Qiudi said: "His name is Duan Shisan, he has thirteen knives, but they are life-saving knives." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Why have I never heard of this person?" Murong Qiudi said: "Because Yan Shisan wants to kill him, as long as Yan Shisan is alive, he will not dare to show his face." Xie Xiaofeng let out a long breath suddenly, as if he had let go of a heavy burden: "Now I'm finally relieved." Murong Qiudi said: "Why don't you care?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "I have always suspected that he is Yan Shisan. He saved me only because he wanted to compete with me." Murong Qiudi said: "But he saved your life, how could you let him die by your sword?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "Not bad." Murong Qiudi said: "If this is what you are worried about, then you can really rest assured now." She caressed his chest: "I know Yan Shisan is definitely not your opponent, you can definitely kill him." Xie Xiaofeng looked at her and couldn't help asking: "You came here just to reassure me?"

Murong Qiudi said softly: "I came here only because I still like you." Her voice reveals her true feelings: "Sometimes I hate you too, and wish I could die, but if others try to touch you, I will get angry. If you want to die, you have to die by my hands." She was also telling the truth. She is likely to live in contradictions and pains all her life. She also wants to find happiness. Everyone has the right to find happiness, but she uses the wrong method.Xie Xiaofeng sighed, and gently pushed her hand away. Maybe they were all wrong, but he didn't want to think about it anymore, he suddenly felt very tired.

Murong Qiudi said: "What are you thinking?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "I just want to find a place to sleep well." Murong Qiudi said: "Aren't you sleeping here?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "With you by my side, I can't sleep!" Murong Qiudi said: "Why?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "Because I don't want to die by your hands, at least not yet." Murong Qiudi would never have kept him.Of course she understood his temper very well. When he was about to leave, no one could hold him back. If you pull his hand, he will walk even if his hand is cut off; if you cut off his leg, he will crawl and walk.

But today she held him back and said, "Today you can sleep here with peace of mind." She explained again: "Even if I wanted you to die before, but today I don't want to, at least not today." Xie Xiaofeng smiled: "Is today a very special day?" Murong Qiudi said: "Today's day is not particularly good, but there is a special person here." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Who?" Murong Qiudi sat up slowly, put her long hair like a dark cloud on her head, and said softly: "You should remember that we still have a son." Of course Xie Xiaofeng remembered.

During these days, he has learned how to forget some things he shouldn't think about. But he didn't want to forget these things, and he couldn't forget them. He could hardly help jumping up: "He's here too." Murong Qiudi nodded slowly and said, "I brought him here." Xie Xiaofeng held her hand firmly and said, "Where are his people now?" Murong Qiudi said: "He doesn't know you are here, and you will never find him." She suddenly sighed softly: "What's the use even if you find it? Don't you know that he hates you, hates that you never regard him as your own son, and never fulfill the responsibility of being a father."

She stared at Xie Xiaofeng: "Could it be that now you have the courage to tell him that you are his father?" Xie Xiaofeng relaxed her hand.His hands are cold, and his heart is even colder. Murong Qiudi said: "But as long as you can defeat Yan Shisan, I will bring him to see you, and you can tell him that you are his father." Pain suddenly appeared in her eyes: "If a boy never knows who his father is, not only will he be in pain for the rest of his life, but his mother will also be in pain." Xie Xiaofeng said: "So you never let him know that you are his biological mother?"

Murong Qiudi admitted: "I didn't!" Her expression was even more painful: "But now that I'm getting older, I've got most of what I want. Now I just want to have a son, a son like him." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Could it be that you have made up your mind to tell him everything?" Murong Qiudi said: "I will even tell him that you are not wrong, it is me." Xie Xiaofeng couldn't believe it, and didn't dare to believe it. He couldn't help asking: "Since you have already made up your mind, why did you wait until I defeated Yan Shisan before telling him?" Murong Qiudi said: "Because if you are invincible, you will die." Xie Xiaofeng couldn't deny it.There is only Xie Xiaofeng who died in battle, not Xie Xiaofeng who was defeated. Murong Qiudi said: "If you die under Yan Shisan's sword, why should I let him know that I have such a father? Why should I add to his worries and pains?" She continued word by word: "Why should I let him go to die again?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "Death?" Murong Qiudi said: "If he knew that his father was killed by Yan Shisan's sword, he would certainly want to take revenge. How could he be Yan Shisan's opponent? Why not go to die?" Xie Xiaofeng was silent.He had to admit that what she said made sense, and of course he didn't want his son to die. Murong Qiudi smiled again, and said softly: "But I believe that of course you will not lose, and you should be very sure." Xie Xiaofeng was silent, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I didn't this time." Murong Qiudi seemed surprised: "Could it be that even you can't break his Thirteen Deadly Swords?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "The thirteen sword strikes are not terrible, what is terrible is the fourteenth sword." Murong Qiudi said: "Where is the fourteenth sword?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes." Murong Qiudi said: "You mean his thirteen deadly swords have fourteenth changes?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "Not bad." Murong Qiudi said: "Even if there is, I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Even if he didn't know before, he must know now." Murong Qiudi said: "But I believe that the fourteenth sword may not be able to defeat you." She seemed to have always had confidence in him. Xie Xiaofeng was silent, and it took a long time before he replied: "That's right, he might not be able to beat me." Murong Qiudi became happy again: "I think you might have a way to break his sword." Xie Xiaofeng did not answer.He remembered the lightning strike again. ——Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword was originally invincible and invulnerable, but after being struck by this lightning, it immediately changed and became ridiculous.This is what he said to Tie Kaicheng that day, he didn't brag or exaggerate. ——What is a person thinking at the moment before dying? —Will he think of all his relatives and friends, all the joys and pains in his life? —That was not what he thought of. At the moment before he died, he was still thinking about Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword. He had sacrificed his whole life for the sword, so how could he think about anything else before he died? ——At that moment, it seemed as if a bolt of lightning struck him in his heart!That's the inspiration. When the poets recite a famous line that is immortal through the ages, there must be this lightning strike in their hearts. It's just that this kind of inspiration is not a fluke, you must first dedicate all your life's hard work to have this lightning-like idea appear in your heart! Seeing the look on Xie Xiaofeng's face, Murong Qiudi looked very happy: "I think you now have a way to break his fourteen swords." She looked at him, smiled and said, "You don't need to hide it from me, you can't hide it from me." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes, I can break his sword, but it's a pity..." Murong Qiudi said: "What's the pity?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's a pity that this sword is not the real essence of his swordsmanship." His expression was serious and heavy, and Murong Qiudi couldn't help being moved: "Isn't this sword?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "Absolutely not." Murong Qiudi said: "Then what is the real essence of his swordsmanship?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's the fifteenth sword!" Murong Qiudi said: "Obviously there are thirteen sword strikes, how could there be a fifteenth sword?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "His set of swordsmanship is profound and subtle, and there should definitely be a fifteenth variation, which is like...like..." Murong Qiudi said: "What is it like?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's like a flower." His eyes were shining because he had finally come up with the right analogy. He quickly continued: "The thirteenth sword in front is just the root of the flower, and the fourteenth sword is just some branches and leaves. The flowers will not bloom until the fifteenth change occurs. , his fifteenth sword, is the real flower." A good flower must be supported by green leaves and roots to grow, but if the flower does not open, this flower cannot be regarded as a flower at all. Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's the same with the Thirteenth Swordsmanship, if there is no fifteenth swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship is totally worthless." Murong Qiudi said: "What if you have the fifteenth sword?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "At that time, not only was I not his opponent, but there was absolutely no one in the world who would be his opponent." Murong Qiudi said: "Then you will surely die by his sword?" Xie Xiaofeng said: "As long as I can see that kind of swordsmanship in the world, even if I die by his sword, I will die without regret!" His face was already glowing with excitement.Only the sword is his real goal in life, his real life!As long as the sword lasts forever, it doesn't matter whether his own life survives.Murong Qiudi understood him, but could never understand this. She didn't want to know either. ——To understand this kind of thing is really too painful and too laborious. She only cares about one thing: "Has Yan Shisan created this sword now?" Xie Xiaofeng did not answer.No one can answer this question, and no one knows. The night is getting darker and the moon is about to be full. Although it is a different place, it is the same bright moon. Although it is a different person, sometimes they will have the same mood. There is a river flowing under the moon, and there is a flat boat on the river. There is a fire, a pot of tea and a lonely old man at the head of the boat. The old man had a stick and a knife in his hands—a four-foot stick and a seven-inch knife. The old man was using the knife to slowly sharpen the stick. ——What does he want to whittle this stick into, does he want to whittle it into a sword? The blade was extremely fast, and the knife in his hand was extremely stable.No one can see that such an aging person will have such a pair of stable hands. The wooden stick was gradually cut into shape, and it really was the shape of a sword. The four-foot-long wooden stick was cut into a three-foot-seven-inch-long sword, with a tsuba and a sword edge. The old man caressed the edge of the sword, the fire flickered on his face, and he had a strange expression on his face. Who can't see that's excitement?Is it sad?Still feeling?But if you looked into his eyes, you'd see he was just thinking. I miss the past that was full of joy and excitement, but also full of pain and sorrow.He held the hilt of the sword and stood up slowly. The tip of the sword was hanging down, but his stooped body suddenly straightened.He has completely stood up, and at this moment, his whole person has changed. This change is like a sharp sword in a dilapidated leather sheath that is suddenly pulled out and shines brightly. So are his people.At this moment, his person seemed to emit light.The light made him suddenly come to life, making him look at least twenty years younger. ——How can a person change completely just because he has a wooden sword in his hand? ——Is it because he was originally a shining person? The river flows, and the canoe floats on the water. His men were nailed to the bow of the ship like nails, staring at the edge of the sword in his hand, and stabbed out with a fluttering sword. The sword was hewn from mahogany, dull and clumsy.But when the sword stabbed out, the sword seemed to have changed, it became radiant and alive. He has injected the power of his life into this wooden sword. A sword stabbed lightly, and there was no change at all.But the change came suddenly, as naturally as flowing water. The sword in his hand is like the ax in Lu Ban's hand, and the pen in Xi Zhi's hand. It not only has life, but also has aura. He played it lightly, swiped the dust as he wished, and stabbed thirteen swords in an instant.The sword technique was light and flowing, like a river, but after the thirteen swords were pierced, there seemed to be a murderous aura on the river, and there seemed to be a murderous aura in the world. When the thirteenth sword stabbed out, all the changes seemed to be exhausted, and it seemed that the flowing water had come to an end. His sword movement was also slow, very slow. Although it was slow, it was still changing, and suddenly a sword was swung out, out of bounds and out of order.But this sword is like Wu Daozi's finishing touch, although empty, it is the hub of all transformations. Then he thrust out his fourteenth sword. The sword aura and murderous aura on the river are very heavy, like the sky is covered with dark clouds.When the sword was thrust out, all the dark clouds in the sky were suddenly pushed away, and the sun appeared. It is not the kind of warm and warm sunshine, but the scorching sun that flows like gold and stone, and the sunset that is as red as blood.With this sword piercing out, all the changes have really come to an end. The flowing water that has already come to an end seems to have completely dried up now.His strength is also exhausted. But at this moment, the tip of the sword suddenly vibrated strangely again.The point of the sword was originally pointed at the fire, but when it vibrated together, the fire suddenly went out!Although the blade was vibrating, everything that was moving suddenly stopped.Absolutely still.Even the light boat that had been swaying on the small river was completely still.Even the flowing water under the boat seemed to have stopped. There are no words to describe this situation, only one word, a very simple word - die! No change, no vitality!This sword brings only death! Only "death" is the end of everything, the real end! ——The running water dries up, the changes are exhausted, life ends, and all things perish! This is the true essence of "Thirteen Death-killing Swords"!This is the real sword that kills! This sword is already the fifteenth sword! With a bang, the wooden sword broke!