Chapter 34 Chapter 4 The Third Sword

"A horrible place." What, who, what, and where in this world is scary? Are mass graves scary?The killer is terrible?Scary ghosts?A dead, rotten, stinking chicken, full of maggots?The executioner is terrible?A dilapidated old mansion full of weeds is scary?Is it scary for a passionate girl to meet a thin lover? What is terrible? What's the definition of scary? The setting sun will fall, but not yet.The Ye Feng had already started attacking. The old man grinding sword stared at Yang Zheng with his eyes that saw all kinds of life. "What do you think is the scariest?"

Yang Zheng lowered his head in thought, and after a long time, he looked up at the old man and said word by word, "Friend." Yang Zheng said, "Friends are the most terrifying." "why?" "Because only friends can understand you deeply, only friends can have the opportunity to get close to you, only friends can you not guard against him." Yang Zheng said: "But the one who often betrays you is the one you are closest to, the best and the most trustworthy." friend." Yang Zheng was also staring at the old man. "Only when a friend betrays you will it make you sad."

"The most terrible enemy in the world is not your enemy, but your friend." "Yes." Yang Zheng said, "Only a blow from a friend can be fatal." Because a friend betrays you, it must be your fatal wound, your weakness, and his attack must be where you are undefended, and it is definitely a fatal place. The old man sharpening his sword suddenly raised his head and sighed. "Friend, friend. The word 'friend' is made up of two months. How can there be two months in this world?" The old man said: "The ancients knew the fear of friends a long time ago, so when they created characters, they used An impossible thing to make the word 'friend'."

The old man sighed, and then said: "There can be two months in the world, that is to say, there are no absolute friends in this world." "The definition of scary varies from person to person." The old man nursed him and said, "That is to say, if a person is afraid of snakes, then he will definitely think that the snake nest is the scariest place. together, then he entered the snake's den, as if he had entered his home." The old man explained: "Some people think that drinking is the most terrible thing, but some people think that drinking is the happiest thing in the world."

"So, if there are a thousand people, there may be a thousand different scary places." Yang Zheng said: "Then the third sword may be hidden in a thousand different places, or it may be hidden in a thousand different places." There are a thousand third swords hidden in a thousand terrible places?" "Yes." The old man nodded. "A thousand people may have a thousand different scary places, or there may be only one common scary place." "Then it is also possible that this third sword is only hidden in a terrible place," "It seems to be like this."

The old man grinding sword looked at Yang Zheng with a half-smile. Night came quickly. The moonlight was rippling on the water, shining with uncertain light. Yang Zheng was looking at the stream, looking at the sparkle in the stream.After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up. Shines a light like the flickering reflections in the water. He suddenly turned his head, looked back at the old man grinding sword, and suddenly spoke in a voice that seemed to be very happy. "If a person has no fear in his heart, then for him, there will be no such word as fear, and there will be no fear, and there will be no third sword if there is no fear."

The old man didn't speak, he just looked at Yang Zheng silently, looking at him with admiration. "Since there is no place for fear in the heart, there is no third sword." Yang Zheng said: "The place of fear is determined by the person's heart. Since the place of fear is in the heart of the person, the third sword is also there." people's hearts." He looked at the old man, and continued, "Master Shao buried 'Spring Fury' in a terrible place." Yang Zheng said word by word, "Is there anything more terrifying than human hearts in this world?"

The smile in the eyes of the sword sharpening old man was already strong. "The third sword is buried in people's hearts." Yang Zheng said. As soon as this sentence was finished, a flash of thunder suddenly flashed in the dark sky, followed by a loud thunder. Why did this bolt of lightning suddenly appear on the peaceful land?Why did this thunder suddenly sound? Is the change of heaven and earth angry because human beings reveal their secrets? In the dark, is there a mysterious connection between heaven and man? Thunder echoed, and lightning appeared suddenly. For this sudden change, the old sword grinder was not surprised at all, as if he already knew that such a change would happen, and as if he ignored the wonder of this world.

He still looked at Yang Zheng motionlessly, but his brows were filled with inexplicable joy. No matter how bright the lightning was, it streaked across the sky and fell straight into the plum grove, instantly igniting the tallest and strongest plum tree in the plum grove. The fire "must be peeled" sounded, and the sparks pervaded the entire Merlin like stars. In the dark night, it was like the fire of desire in the eyes of a resentful woman. As soon as the lightning extinguished, the thunder rang out, which sounded so distant and so clear, like the groaning of a resentful woman when she was guarding her empty boudoir alone in winter night, which was frightening.

Yang Zheng didn't move either, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. There was no expression of joy and excitement on his face, only a touch of indescribable tranquility and serenity. ——It's like the serenity of victory on the face of a person who has gone through untold hardships and finally reaches the finish line. "Bodhi doesn't have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where does the dust come from." The old man grinding the sword said leisurely. "There is no sword without me and heart, and there is no sword with me and heart."

Yang Zheng was listening. "It's okay to have me without me, and the sword is not as common as the sword." The old man sighed. "Since there is no bodhi tree, there is no sword in the heart." The old man said: "Without the sword, there is no fear." "Yes." Yang Zheng said suddenly: "The bright mirror is not a platform, so where does the dust fall?" The old man is listening. "With me and Wuxin there is a sword, without me there is a heart and a sword, without me and Wuxin the sword is still there." "Where is it?" asked the old man. "Between heaven and earth, among all things, in the place of nothingness." Yang Zheng replied. "Why isn't it in your heart?" "There is no fear in the heart, why do you need a sword to fix it?" "Since there is no fear, why should we be in the world? In all things? In the emptiness?" "Where is the sword in the world? Where is the emptiness?" Yang Zheng said: "The sword is not in the world, not in the myriad things, not in the emptiness." "Where is the sword?" "The sword is in my hand." "You have a sword in your hand?" "Have." "Why can't I see it?" "Why do you want to see it?" This kind of answer is really very mysterious, but there seems to be an extremely mysterious truth in it. The old man grinding sword understood and understood, so he closed his eyes and sighed. "God willing." Yang Zheng looked at the old man. "Since I want to fulfill you, you can feel at ease." The old man grinding sword opened his eyes again, staring at Yang Zheng again. "Go ahead, no matter what you are going to do, no matter who you are going to deal with, you will never fail." " There seemed to be a mysterious magic power in the old man's voice, his blessing to Yang Zheng was a curse to Yang Zheng's enemies. Di Qinglin, who was in a stone house a hundred miles away, seemed to feel an ominous feeling at this moment.