Chapter 9 Eighth Swordsman Nameless

The wind blew again outside the tent, blowing the sky full of yellow sand, the day will soon pass, and the darkness will come. In this ruthless land, the value of life has already become very small. If you can live, you have to live, but if you can't live, why not die? Xiao Fang lay down again, as if he was ready to send them back to the wind and sand to wait for death. Just when he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard a person asking him in a strange and cold voice: "Are you really not afraid of death?" He didn't have to open his eyes to see who this man was.

This person has been standing there quietly, looking at him quietly, his gaze has never moved for a moment, but his eyes are absolutely expressionless. When this person looked at Xiao Fang, it was like a cat looking at an insect that had fallen into a spider's web. They are inherently different. As life is so mean, the struggle between life and death has of course become very foolish. Of course he won't be tempted. But now he suddenly asked Xiao Fang: "Are you really not afraid of death?" Was it because he had never met anyone who was really not afraid of death? Xiao Fang refused to answer the question.

Because the answer to this question, he himself is not sure. But he has already done so, and he has shown a kind of human dignity and courage when facing the choice of life and death. Some questions simply do not require words to answer, nor can words answer. This person can actually understand. So he didn't ask again, but walked over slowly, his walking posture was as strange as when he was standing. Others didn't see him move at all, but he suddenly arrived in front of the soft couch where Xiao Fang was lying. Xiao Fang's sword was placed on the wooden table next to the couch, he suddenly asked: "Is this your sword?"

This question is not difficult to answer, and there is no need to refuse to answer it. "Yes, it is my sword." "You use a sword?" "yes." Suddenly, the sword light flashed, like a startled rainbow and lightning. No one saw this man reaching for the sword and drawing it, but the sword on the wooden table was suddenly in his hand. The sword is out of its sheath. When an unsheathed sword came into his hand, he immediately changed, becoming like the sword in his hand, emitting a dazzling light like a rainbow and lightning. But this light disappeared in an instant, because the sword in his hand was suddenly sheathed again.

His person immediately became absolutely still again, and after a long time, he said word by word: "There are tens of thousands of swords in the world, but only two or three of them can be called sharp weapons." "Famous horses with swords can be met but not sought after. To be able to get one out of ten thousand is not a small thing." "Your sword is a sharp weapon." Xiao Fang smiled, "Your eyes are also sharp." The man asked again, "Have you ever killed someone with it?" "Occasionally, I only kill those who deserve to be killed."

"Those who make good use of sharp weapons can kill without being killed. Your swordsmanship must be good." "It's not too bad." The man was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Then you still have another way to go." Xiao Fang couldn't help but ask, "Which way? How?" "Kill me with your sword!" His voice was emotionless: "If you can kill me, you won't die." "Otherwise, will I die under your sword?" "yes!" He continued slowly: "There are not many people who are qualified to die by my sword. If you can die by my sword, it can be regarded as death without regret."

This sentence is really crazy, if someone else said it, Xiao Fang would probably laugh out loud. Xiao Fang didn't smile. This sentence is not ridiculous, because he can see that this person is telling the truth, a simple truth, neither showing off nor intimidating, when he said this, he was just saying a simple fact. No matter what, it was better to die under this man's sword than to lie there and wait for death. Wouldn't it be the joy of a swordsman's life to be able to fight to the death with such a master! The potential in Xiao Fang's life was stimulated again—maybe this is the last time, the last bit of his potential.

Suddenly he jumped up and grabbed his sword. "When? Where?" "you say." "Right here, right now." "no." "My people are here, and my sword is here, why not?" "Because your human sword is there, but your spirit is gone." The man's voice was still completely emotionless: "If I kill you here and now, I will be sorry for my sword." He continued indifferently: "Now you are not worthy of letting me take action at all!" Xiao Fang looked at him, and suddenly had a kind of respect for him from the bottom of his heart.

Because he respects himself. This kind of respect has transcended life and death, surpassed everything. Xiao Fang suddenly made a request that others would think was ridiculous. He said, "Give me a bag of water, a bag of wine, and a bag of meat! A bag of cakes, a set of cloth clothes, and a piece of felt. I will come back in three days." .” The man actually immediately agreed: "Yes." Wei Tianpeng didn't respond, as if he didn't hear this sentence at all. Quicksilver seemed to jump up: "What did you say?" He turned around and looked at her quietly.There was no movement or expression on the whole body, just asked calmly: "Did you hear what I said clearly?"

"I can hear clearly." Not only did Shuiyin immediately quiet down, but she also lowered her head: "I heard clearly." "do you have any opinion?" "I don't." Water, wine, meat, bread, clothes, felt.For a person trapped in the desert, it is not only a piece of wealth, but its significance cannot be described by any words. Xiao Fang has been carrying these things away from their tent for a long time, and his emotions are still not calm. The hunger and thirst for too long has made him far weaker than before.Weak people are always easily agitated emotionally.

He didn't ask Quicksilver for his Akainu back.Because he didn't want to go too far, lest he lose his way and find his tent. He also doesn't want people to think he's going away because he's determined to come back. But he must not stay there until his physical strength recovers, as long as he sees that person, he will be threatened by an irresistible.Can never relax myself. He must restore all his energy and strength to the peak state within these three days, so that he can hope to have a showdown with that person. If he can't relax himself, he will definitely lose. Under the ruthless sword of a ruthless swordsman, defeat is death! Cold wind, yellow sand, cold night. He finally found a shelter from the wind beside a weathered rock, drank a few sips of water, a few sips of wine, ate a piece of wheat cake, a piece of jerky, and wrapped himself in a felt. He fell asleep immediately. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Bu Ying. The cold night has passed again, and Bu Ying's white clothes look like the robes of ghosts in the dawn. They have been tempered by magic spells and can always remain white, clean and straight. Xiao Fang was not surprised, just smiled at him: "Unexpectedly, you are here again." In fact, he didn't really expect it, no matter when this person appeared at any time, he would not be surprised. Bu Ying suddenly asked a very strange question: "How do I look different from when you first saw me?" "No." "But you are different." "what is the difference?" There was sarcasm in Bu Ying's voice: "You look like an upstart." Xiao Fang smiled. Of course Bu Ying's sharp eyes would not miss the sheepskin bag beside him. In this ruthless land, if someone is willing to give you these things, of course you will have to pay the price first. The only thing he can pay now is his conscience and conscience. Is Bu Ying already suspicious of him? Xiao Fang didn't explain. In front of people like Bu Ying, there was no need to explain anything. Bu Ying suddenly smiled at him: "But you, an upstart, don't seem to have done anything shameful." Sometimes no explanation is the best explanation. "I just met someone." Xiao Fang said, "He doesn't want me to die of thirst just yet." "Who is this guy?" "He's the one who's going to kill me three days later." "What is he going to kill you with?" "Use his sword!" Bu Ying glanced at Xiao Fang's sword: "You also have a sword, the one who was killed probably wasn't you, but him." "It's possible, but not likely." "You have a good sword, your swordsmanship is not bad, and your shots are not slow, there are not many people who can beat you." "How do you know how good my sword skills are?" Xiao Fang asked, "When have you seen me make a move?" "I haven't seen it, I've heard it." "Have you heard?" Xiao Fang didn't understand how he could tell the strength of the sword technique. "Last night, I heard the wind of your sword attack, and I knew that the person who came to assassinate you would definitely be injured by your sword." Bu Ying said lightly: "No one who can avoid your sword is going to kill you." many." "So you go." "Since you won't die for the time being, I have no choice but to leave." Bu Ying's voice was as cold as a knife. "It's just as unpleasant to wait for one's own death as to wait for someone else's death." Is his heart as hard as his voice?Did he leave because he knew that Xiao Fang was out of danger? Xiao Fang took a sip of the wine first, put it in his mouth, and then took a sip of water to put the wine down. He really wanted Bu Ying to drink it like this. This way of drinking not only has an excellent flavor, but also is very beneficial to mental and physical strength. He didn't let Bu Ying drink, just as he wouldn't bribe an honest official. One man's generosity can sometimes be an insult to another. Undoubtedly, Bu Ying also saw this point, and there was warmth in his vulture-like cold eyes. He suddenly asked, "Have you never seen that person?" Xiao Fang shook his head. "No." He pondered and said, "I know almost all the masters of swordsmanship in the world today, but I still can't think of such a person as him." "Of course you can't think of it." Bu Ying showed a thoughtful expression in his eyes again, a kind of deep thought that was close to "Zen". After a long time, he slowly continued, "Because real swordsmen are all nameless." This sentence is also close to the artistic conception of "Zen". Xiaofang is still young and cannot fully comprehend it. So he couldn't help asking: "Why?" Bu Ying had to think for a long time before he could explain: "Because a real swordsman only seeks the essence of swordsmanship, and what he wants to achieve is the highest and deepest sword realm, which no one has ever been able to reach. Obsessed with swords, his people have become one with his sword, and the opponent he is looking for must be someone who can help him reach this level." He felt that his explanation was still unsatisfactory, so he added: "This kind of person will neither go to the world to seek fame, or even completely forget his own name." Xiao Fang also added for him: "The most important thing is that they don't want others to know their names, because if a person is too famous, he can't concentrate on doing what he likes to do." Bu Ying suddenly sighed: "You are really a smart person, extremely smart, it's a pity..." Xiao Fang continued for him: "It's a pity that smart people usually have short lives." Bu Ying's voice became sharp again: "So in three days, I will definitely collect your body." This day is already September eighteenth.