Chapter 30 Chapter 6: A Sword As Black As Night

The sword and the night melt into one, and they are both pitch black. The old man stared at the pitch-black sword for a long time before he sighed. "Eight years ago, I fell under your hook." "Maybe you shouldn't have been defeated." Yang Zheng said calmly, "It's a pity that although your man is not old, your sword skills are old." The old man was silent, as if chewing his two words.After a long time, he asked slowly, "How old do you think I am?" Time seems to be much older. "I was already famous when I was seventeen or eighteen years old. Eight years ago, I was only thirty-six years old."

The old man said, "It's only forty-five or six this year." Looking at his tired face and spontaneity, Yang Zheng couldn't help showing surprise. More than eight years ago, the old man's hair had only just started to turn gray. At that time, Yang Zheng thought that even if he wasn't sixty, he would be fifty-seven. "I know I must look like an old man." The old man smiled. "I had gray hair eight years ago." Yang Zheng sighed. "I really didn't expect that Guangdong Longwu eight years ago was only 36 years old." The old man's smile was full of desolation.

"Because my heart and blood have been exhausted. Although I have won fame and honor on this sword, I have let this sword suck my essence and blood." Yang Zheng understood what he meant. If a person is completely obsessed In one thing it was as if a deal had been made with the devil. "You can be regarded as a sword learner. If you, like me, gave everything for your sword, but suddenly found that others can defeat you with a snap of your fingers, what would you do?" "Yang Zheng didn't answer." Of course you wouldn't understand this kind of thing. "The old man sighed." Because you haven't lost yet. "Yang Zheng wanted to laugh, laugh out loud, but of course he couldn't laugh. ——Hasn't been defeated? Twenty years ago, he had already been defeated. He was defeated by fate. But who knows? He wouldn't say it himself. When he came out, his bitterness had soaked into his bones and blood, and he couldn't even vomit. The large stone table was spotless, and Di Qinglin's people were also spotless." Is this interesting person you mentioned accurate? "White Women." Guangdong Longwu. "" Dragon five black sword? "The white woman was a little surprised." Are you talking about this Dragon Five? ""yes. "Why did he want to kill Yang Zheng?" "Because he owes Yang Zheng a debt." " "What debt?" "" Sword debt. "Di Qinglin said lightly: "Eight years ago, Guangdong Long Wu was just dying in the middle of the day. He had tasted the blood of many heroes with a black sword in his hand. One day he suddenly met Yang Zheng..."

——The hook is also a kind of sword. Because Long Wu only looks for someone who wields a sword to compete in martial arts, he counts Yang Zheng's parting as the type of sword. The two fought hard for a long time, from noon to dusk, at the moment when the sun was about to fall, Yang Zheng "separated" the black sword hook in Long Wu's hand. "Actually, Yang Zheng had already won that battle at the very beginning." Di Qinglin said, "Yang Zheng is a man who loves talents, and he couldn't bear to let Long Wu lose too badly, so he fought with him until dusk." " Defeat is death, since Guangdong Dragon Five is defeated, why didn't he die?" Among the white women: "Yang Zheng didn't kill him, it was expected, but as Guangdong Dragon Five, how could he bear the humiliation of defeat?" " Before the duel, Yang Zheng has already stated that he only fights martial arts and not life and death."

Di Qinglin said: "Whoever loses owes the other party a favor. No matter when or what, the other party can ask the loser to do it at any time." "So Guangdong Dragon Five owes Yang Zheng a favor?" "yes." "Have you paid it back?" "I just paid it back recently." Di Qinglin smiled. "Take the parting hook in the Tibetan flower night, meet the Japanese ninja in the plum blossom forest, and unfortunately get the 'No Regrets' technique. If it weren't for Guangdong Longwu, her little life would have been over long ago. Why wait until now to fall into Feng Chuanshen's hands and suffer? "Cantonese Longwu understand medical skills?"

"Don't forget that Guangdong Longwu's surname is Duan." "Duan Thirteen?" "yes." "Is he Duan Shisan's son?" "Nephew." Di Qinglin said, "He not only learned Duan Shisan's medical skills, but also learned the fifteenth sword." "Fifteenth sword?" The white woman was taken aback again. "The fifteenth of Yan Shisan's thirteen deadly swords?" "yes." "Duan Shisan is Yan Shisan?" "It is so in the legend." "Actually, it's not right?" Di Qinglin nodded.

"In order to defeat the third young master, Yan Shisan did not hesitate to exchange Duan Shisan's secret recipe and medical skills with the deadly 13th sword." "Five masan?" "Yes." Di Qinglin nodded again. "Yan Shisan saved the third young master not because of the gratitude of the third young master, but because he just wanted to fight the third young master for life and death. If his poison is not cured, how can we fight him for life and death?" "Then why don't you just ask Duan Shisan to save him, instead of using your own deadly Thirteen swordsmanship in exchange?"

"Because Shisan was seriously ill at that time and was about to die." "Yan Shisan has learned Duan Shisan's Wuma powder and medical skills, and Duan Shisan has also learned the Thirteen Swords of Death." "He didn't learn it." Di Qinglin said, "What's the use of this kind of martial arts for a dying person?" "Just because he is about to die, Yan Shisan is willing to exchange sword skills?" "Yan Shisan thought that Duan Shisan was about to die, so what's the use of getting the Thirteen Swords of Death?" Di Qinglin smiled. "I didn't expect Duan Shisan to pass on the mind of the Thirteen Deadly Swords to Duan Yunsheng."

"Duan Yunsheng?" among the white women: "Duan Yunsheng is Guangdong Dragon Five?" "yes." The white woman was silent, took a sip of the wine, and let the wine slowly slide down her throat. "Since Guangdong Dragon Five can kill Thirteen Swords, why did they lose to Yang Zheng?" She asked: "Even the third young master can't avoid the fifteenth sword, why can Yang Zheng?" "Yan Shisan experienced many setbacks and failures in life before he realized the fifteenth sword. At Duan Yunsheng's young age, and he has never experienced the joys and sorrows of life, how could he comprehend the strange fifteenth sword?" ?” “So he lost eight years ago.”

Di Qing nodded shyly. "It's because he has tasted the taste of failure, so he also comprehended the fifteenth sword in these eight years?" "yes." "Then the one who won this victory was Guang" Donglong Wu? " "What do you think?" "Pale hand, black sword. The unsheathed sword is black even under the moonlight. It is so black that it shines. Duan Yunsheng's eyes are already bright." I have paid the debt owed to you..." "Paid it off . "" The battle eight years ago is not over yet. "Duan Yunsheng said indifferently: "You must know that all the thirteen swords I use are deadly. " "I know. "

"I hated you for letting me taste the pain of failure." Duan Yunsheng smiled slightly. "But after eight years, I don't hate you anymore." Yang Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Duan Yunsheng with a little fear. ——The failure eight years ago, the torment of the past eight years, could it be that he has realized the fifteenth sword? Yang Zheng's fearful eyes seemed to be filled with a kind of joy.If Duan Yunsheng has learned the fifteenth sword, what is there for him to be happy about? The sword light flashed, and it sank into the black scabbard again. "If there is no blood on the sword, it will be ominous if it returns empty." Why did Duan Yunsheng withdraw his sword? Yang Zheng was also stunned.He didn't understand what Duan Yunsheng's move was for? "Eight years ago, I should have been defeated in less than fifty strokes." Duan Yunsheng said flatly, "You fought with me until dusk." Duan Yunsheng stared at the sheathed sword, and said: "Today You don't have a hook in your hand, just like I didn't have a sword in my heart." He suddenly threw the sword to Yang Zheng.Yang Zheng was not surprised when he caught the sword, because he knew what Duan Yunsheng meant, he just looked at Duan Yunsheng with helpless eyes. "Swords are for killing people, not for looking at them. This sword doesn't want to see people, it only wants to see people's blood." Duan Yunsheng slowly said: "As soon as a sharp sword that has killed people is out of its sheath, it wants to kill people. Even the owner can't control it, and you must be able to experience that feeling." "Yes." Yang Zheng focused on the sword in his hand. "It's like this." "A sharp sword is psychic, and so is a person who is good at using the sword. The human and sword are one, the heart and the sword are one. When using it, you can swing the wine freely and bring out the full potential of the person and the sword." Duan Yunsheng said. "yes." "So if the sword itself has murderous intent, the person holding the sword will also have murderous intent in his heart." Duan Yunsheng said: "With murderous intentions, there will be no room for people to survive." "yes." As soon as the murderous intent appeared, neither side should leave any more room, so the masters fought each other, and life and death were at the snap of the fingers. "Duan Yunsheng said indifferently: "The one who is good at using the sword dies by the sword, and he dies with peace of mind. " "Yes, that makes sense." " it is good. "Duan Yunsheng smiled." Great. " The plum blossoms move when the wind blows, and the leaves fall when the wind blows, adding a few more fallen leaves between the sky and the earth. The leaves fall, the wind is far away, people die, and the world is ruthless. Duan Yunsheng slowly stood up straight, he was still on the boat.It seemed that he didn't move, but his people had already arrived in the plum blossom forest. With a withered and thin hand, he broke off a section of plum blossom branch.The flowers are about to fall, and the person is old, but the plum blossom branch seems to have changed in Duan Yunsheng's hands.Everything changed suddenly. Clasp the little finger and ring finger of the left thumb to form a sword.The left foot is half a step ahead, the heel is off the ground, the plum blossom branch in his hand is raised above his eyebrows, and he is pointing at Yang Zheng obliquely.The flower was originally dead, but at this moment, it seemed as if it had been pointed at by some kind of demon, and it suddenly became angry.The old and thin Duan Yunsheng seemed to have changed suddenly at this moment.There seemed to be a gleam of light in a pair of old-hearted eyes, Xunhou's body gradually straightened up, her pale face gradually became radiant, and the blood that was about to freeze began to flow again. ——Life is so wonderful, who can explain how a dying person can undergo such a miraculous change at this moment.Could this be the strangeness and power of the "Fifteenth Sword"?Why did he hand the sword to Yang Zheng, while he himself used the branch as the sword?Late at night, with snow and fog.There shouldn't be fog when the snowflakes are flying, but there is fog.A fog like a dream.There shouldn't be dreams in life, but there are dreams.Yang Zheng was in the fog, in a dream.Is it a dream like fog?Or dream-like fog? ——If it is said that life is like a fog like a dream, is this sentence too vulgar?Or is it too true? Yang Zheng lightly grasped the hilt of the sword, starlight flashed on his face, and there was a strange expression on his face.Who can't see that's excitement?is sad.Still helpless, but if you look into his eyes, you will see that he is just missing.Miss the past that was full of joy and sweetness, but also full of pain and sorrow. He held the hilt of the sword and stood up slowly. With the sound of "Chrome", the brilliance flickered, and the sword was out of its sheath.The tip of the sword fell, Yang Zheng's body was straightened, he had completely stood up, and at this moment, his whole person changed.This change is like a sharp sword in a dilapidated leather sheath that is suddenly pulled out and shines brightly.The same is true for his person, at this moment, his person seemed to emit light, and this light made him suddenly become alive.The river flows lightly, and the boat floats on the water.Duan Yunsheng stood on the shore, staring at Yang Zheng, the branch in his hand seemed to have turned into a sword, and he stabbed it lightly.Using a branch as a sword is dim and clumsy, but this thorn, the sword of this branch seems to have changed, becoming radiant and alive.He has injected the power of his life into this branch. Yang Zheng and Duan Yunsheng shot almost at the same time.No one could see the movement of his sword, and suddenly his sword was struck like lightning.At the moment when the swords clashed, the weight of their bodies seemed to have completely disappeared, and they became able to flow freely in the air like the wind.The two of them have completely entered the state of selflessness, their spirits have surpassed everything and controlled everything.The sword light flowed, the plum blossoms shattered, and rained down like blood.They couldn't see that at this moment, in their minds, everything in the world no longer existed, even their physical bodies no longer existed.In the world, the only thing that exists is the opponent's sword. There were colorful fallen leaves all over the sky, and the flowing sword light suddenly underwent a strange change, becoming heavy and clumsy. With a sound of "ding", the brilliance splashed everywhere.The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the sword style suddenly stopped.Duan Yunsheng stared at the branch in his hand, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and seemed to be frozen with ice. Although his sword was still in his hand, all the changes had come to an end. Yang Zheng's pitch-black sword light was facing the tip of his branch.If Duan Yunsheng's sword is a poisonous snake, Yang Zheng's sword is like a nail, nailed to the seven inches of the poisonous snake.Crucifying this poisonous snake alive, the battle should have ended, but at this moment, the branch that had been nailed to death suddenly felt a strange vibration again. The fallen leaves flying all over the sky suddenly scattered, and all the leaves that were moving suddenly stopped.Absolutely still.Except for the constantly shaking branches, there is no other life in the world.Yang Zheng's pupils suddenly revealed an expression of fear and joy. Although his sword is still thousands of miles away, it seems to have become dead.When the branch in Duan Yunsheng's hand vibrated, his sword was dead, and he could no longer make any changes, because all changes were already under the control of the opponent's sword.All life and strength have been taken away by this sword. This sword could pierce his chest and throat at any time, and there is absolutely no force in the world that can stop it.Except death.Because this sword is "death".When "death" comes, what power in the world can stop it?Except death.This sword is already the fifteenth of the thirteen deadly swords.Even the third young master Xie Xiaofeng couldn't avoid this sword in the past, what about Yang Zheng? "The third young master known as the sword god couldn't crack the fifteenth sword of Yan Shisan's thirteen deadly swords." The white woman looked at Di Qinglin. "Where is Yang Zheng? Can he avoid that sword?" "No." "Di Qinglin said lightly: "As far as I know, there is no one who can escape the fifteenth sword. "So, Yang Zheng is dead this time." The bright lamp on the stone table comes from Persia, and the light it shines is gentle.Di Qinglin's eyes are also very gentle, but also with a smile. "Seven years, seven years." Di Qinglin said, "Do you know how I spent those seven years?" The white woman saw a trace of resentment in his smiling eyes. "What I drink is the spring water that seeps out of the cracks in the rocks, and what I eat are the mountain worms that pass by occasionally." Di Qinglin said: "If you are lucky, if you meet a mountain mouse, it will be a year for me. It's a big meal." No matter who has lived such an inhuman life for seven years, their mentality will definitely change, and they will become more cruel and vicious. "If it's just for Yang Zheng's death, why should I go to such great lengths?" Di Qinglin's eyes became even more intense. "Since you don't want him to die early, why did you let Duan Yunwei kill him?" Zise woman asked, "Even the third young master can't avoid that sword, so how can he not die?" "There is a kind of person who is born very lucky, No matter what difficulties you encounter, there will be noble people." "Yang Zheng is this kind of person?" "yes." "Who is his nobleman this time?" "What do you think?" The plum blossoms fell one by one, and the leaves fell all over the ground, and the world was full of "death". The running water seemed to have stopped, and the snow and fog seemed to have frozen. Looking at the fifteenth sword full of "death", Yang Zheng also showed an expression of extreme fear in his eyes, even more fearful than when the third young master faced this sword in previous years.His fear is not because he is afraid of death, but because he has seen that this sword will bring an incomparable catastrophe to the martial arts. If this sword survives, there will be no peace in the martial arts world in the future. Now he finally knows why Yan Shisan didn't kill the third young master back then, and cut his own throat with the sword.Because at the last moment, Yan Shisan suddenly realized that the sword brought only destruction and death, he must not let this kind of swordsmanship be passed on to the world, he did not want to be a sinner in martial arts.The stars and the moon seem to be afraid of this "death" smell, and they don't know where to hide? The earth was dark.However, Duan Yunsheng's eyes were filled with light, which was a kind of light that was close to madness. In his eyes there was nothing but ruin and death.Only destruction and death can extinguish the spark of madness in his heart.His sword had already pierced Yang Zheng, piercing death. Just before death was approaching, a figure seemed to jump out of the small wooden house, "Flying man is in this death. A sword stabbed someone, and blood rained flying, dancing all over the sky. Yang Zheng's face was already stained red by blood, but he could vaguely see it." There was no pain of "death" on his face, only a touch of sadness and anger. Duan Yunsheng's face was also stained red with blood. When a sword pierced the opponent's chest, when the blood bloomed and danced, he smiled. Laughed loudly, a kind of laugh that was close to madness. The blood on Yang Zheng's face was getting more and more, and the anger was getting stronger and stronger. He was holding a sword in his right hand, but his left hand was supporting a person who suddenly rushed in. Duan Yunsheng's sword It wasn't Yang Zheng who stabbed, but the black girl who rushed in at the last moment. The branch was still on the black girl's chest, and blood poured out from the branch. Duan Yunsheng finally saw clearly that it was not Yang Zheng but the black girl who stabbed him. I also saw the anger in Yang Zheng's eyes. Just as he was about to draw his sword, Hei Niu had already tightly grasped the branch with both hands. Yang Zheng raised his right hand, and a pitch-black sword angrily pierced into the darkness, flashing with crazy light. Just as the sword pierced out, the flowing water seemed to move again, the snow drifted, the fallen leaves danced again, and the fog lightened. The east was faintly pale. The long night is long. The long night is finally over , the first ray of sunlight in the east came in from among the incomplete branches and leaves of plum blossoms, and just shone on the black face, like a golden sword. The wind blew the branches and leaves, and the sunlight beat endlessly, as if it was the magical vibration of that sword. There is no fear and pain of death on the black girl's face, only happiness and contentment. The sun rises, and the fallen leaves are scattered. Yang Zheng didn't even move, he looked at the black girl in his arms, he really couldn't believe that a person who was still telling him his pure love yesterday was now dead in his arms.But he had to believe it, the black girl was indeed dead, her heartbeat and breathing had stopped, and her hands and feet were already cold.It should have been Yang Zheng who died, not her.Yang Zheng stared at the satisfaction on the black girl's face, his eyes revealed a kind of loneliness and sadness that could not be described.He took off his long gown that was wet with dew, gently covered the black girl's body, and reached out to caress the dew on her brows so softly, so softly.The sun is rising and the sky is full of sunshine. Today is actually a good day.Yang Zheng walked along the yellow mud path under the sun, hugged the black girl, and walked back to the small wooden house that had always been nameless.