Each sword has its own speed, and the speed of the sword needs to be felt by the person who uses the sword. The sky was not yet white, and Ye Duan had already practiced the sword for two hours, drawing the sword 20,000 times and swinging the sword 12,000 times.

Practicing swords is a very particular state of mind, and if you don't practice when you're emotional, you're depressed. Drawing swordsmanship and swordsmanship are also the twin peaks in actual swordsmanship. Drawing the sword 20,000 times, swinging the sword 12,000 times, this kind of hard training, Ye Duan has lasted for many years. However, in the two years of living in Wuyuan, Ye Duan had already exchanged the Longquan Green Sword for wine and drink, he used to be fond of swords, but after leaving the Nine Dragons Palace, he could no longer find a reason to draw the sword.

The sun rose from the fog, hit the carved wooden windows, and fell in the dust of the ashram. Ye Dui, who was meditating on the futon, opened his eyes and looked at the sunlight outside the window, and there was a deep perseverance in his gaze. The experience of licking blood from the knife edge made Ye Duan learn to be cautious a long time ago, and he learned to look at the world with a very plain state of mind, not to look down on every opponent, including the little guy who sent the invitation last night, and of course not to look down on Lu Xuanji, the owner of Tiger Hill Sword Village.

Whether the banquet in Yanyulou was just a meeting between people from the rivers and lakes, or a bloody fight, Ye Duan didn't know, but he was generally prepared for the worst.

There was still plenty of time, and Ye Du took a comfortable barrel bath. He tied his hair tightly with wooden hairpins, trimmed the nails on his fingers neatly, and changed into a new black shirt and stone blue cloud-toed boots. The clothes are not expensive, they are all made of cotton and linen, but Ye Du is very satisfied, because these clothes feel loose and comfortable on the body, and will not affect every movement when he makes a move. The master's move is a delicate dispute, and these preparations, in Ye Duan's opinion, are extremely important!

Yanyu Tower is located in the east of Luochuan, it is connected to the bustling streets and shops on the east and west sides, the south is connected to the Yanyu Bridge, and the north is adjacent to the Luochuan Mansion. After noon, Ye Duan walked out of the Tiger Hill Sword Village, very strange, today's Tiger Hill Sword Village seemed to be empty, a little deserted. Ye Duan walked very slowly, and when he left, his eyes looked around, trying not to let go of the grass and trees in Lu Zhuang, and he found that there were many fewer guards and entourages in Jianzhuang today, and he only saw a few girls cutting flowers around the corner.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and there was the fragrance of osmanthus in the air, Ye Duan walked to the long street east of Yanyu Building. There are many shops and restaurants on the long street, and of course there are many pedestrians, but among the pedestrians, there are more wanderers with swords and swords. Drifters, in the Blue Moon Country is a very special existence, among these people, there are down-and-out swordsmen, there are children of declining famous families, and there are also teenagers who practice swordsmanship and swordsmanship, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they don't want to die! Don't want to die!

Over the years, Ye Duan has been thinking about a question, does it take a reason to kill, if it needs a reason to kill, then what is the reason for his previous killing, is it because killing is the killer's instinct. However, in the past two years, Ye Du felt that if it wasn't for the justice of the weak or the light of the world, what was the point of drawing a sword?

The streets are very noisy, the shouting of the second child in the restaurant, the grinding of the butcher, the small bargaining in the shop, and the scolding of the diners in the restaurant...... These different voices make up this noisy world of the crowd. On the long street, Ye Twilight was dragging his steps, walking step by step, he seemed to be tired when he walked, because the speed was really not fast, but when he was about to walk out of this street, Ye Twilight stopped his slow steps, because a strange person appeared in front of him, a wanderer!

This person is really a bit special, and he has a very different aura among the thirteen wanderers around. He was not very tall, at most six feet nine inches long, and he was dressed in unclean linen clothes, and he wore only a pair of tattered straw sandals under his feet. His hair was messy, tied tightly with a black cloth band, his face was a little dark, he didn't look very old, but there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

The sun fell on Ye Dui's shoulder, but he didn't feel the slightest temperature, because the strange wanderer in front of him was staring at the rusty sword at his waist with blood-red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here to kill you." The tone of his speech was very light and flat!

Ye Du looked at the dry and steady hands of the drifter and the three-foot-seven-inch long knife at his waist, and said in a somewhat tired voice, "Can you give me a reason?"

The down-and-out drifter said, "You also need a reason to kill?"

Ye Du looked at his blood-red eyes and said slowly, "At least I should know your name." ”

The drifter looked lonely and said: "Luochuan is like autumn rain, and Pinghu will break the guest's heart at first sight!"

Ye Duan untied the rusty sword at his waist and said with a calm expression: "Ranked twenty-second on the killer list, Pinghu swordsman, Jiang Duanyang!" ......