Chapter Ninety-Six: Burying the Sword Mitsui

The rooster crowed, and by the time dawn broke, the inn, which had been overcrowded last night, had been completely deserted.

Broken doors and windows, messy mangers, footprints all over the house, and a man in military uniform with a sword box on his back, he sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, his fingers dipped in wine, and from time to time he wrote and drew on the table, and the inn was unusually quiet.

At this time, the shopkeeper dared to run out. He looked at the lobby for a long time, but didn't find anyone else, so he said softly: "Guest officer." ”

"Ahh Li Yan wiped the water traces away before looking at the shopkeeper.

"This ......"

The shopkeeper looked at the mess with a sad face.

"Don't worry, the shopkeeper made a thief last night, and he already told me to run away."

This shopkeeper is greedy for money, but he is not a fool. Last night's quarrels, fights, and even the roar of beasts that couldn't be heard. When I got up today, the uncles and nephews who had no roads, the horse bandits who had evil voices, the women who visited in the middle of the night, and the full tenants were all gone.

It's enough to make people think about it. It's not as simple as the man in front of him said.

"Then, what do you want, then, officer?"

"No, I'll go."

"That's good, that's good. Oh no, you rest, you call us for something. ”

Halfway through the shopkeeper's speech, he saw Li Yan raise his eyebrows and hurriedly changed his words.

Li Yan smiled, he stood up and stretched, and asked casually, "The store money has been settled, right?" ”

"Ah, all, it's all over."

Li Yan nodded and helped the crooked sword box behind his back. I walked out of the store and headed northeast.

It wasn't until Li Yan also left that the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, so he sat on the ground with his butt in his hand.

Jiangxi is mostly an endless mountain and high forest, and it is the end of summer at this moment, and the lush mountains and forests are separated by a river twists and turns.

Li Yan stepped on the dirt road with high and low potholes, and saw the sheep intestine path next to the turquoise river, so he rested by the river.

I didn't have to wait long before the sound of horses' hooves came from the opposite side.

An old man in a gray robe led a tall black horse and walked from opposite Li Yan. On closer inspection, the old man's cuffs and trouser legs were covered with muddy water that had not dried up. You should have accidentally fallen into a ditch on the way.

When Fei Lei saw Li Yan, he let out a long hiss, and the old man looked up. He let go of the reins, and Fei Lei ran to Li Yan's side with four hooves. He lowered his head and took a bite of the penny on the ground, chewing it vigorously.

"Your horse?"

"Yes."

Li Yan nodded.

"When I came to the road, he followed him with a good horse who confessed his lord."

Yang Mitsui said.

"Junior......

"You don't need to be polite."

Yang Sanjing stared at Li Yan for a while, caught a glimpse of the Golden Mother Sword pinned to his waist, and said, "How are your swordsmanship?" ”

Li Yan was interrupted by him, and his expression was a little distraught.

He just heard from Cha Xiaodao that he met a powerful old man, and he looked for a mantle disciple to find Huo Tu. Cha Xiaodao felt that he was not the old man's opponent, so he turned to introduce himself. But Cha Xiaodao only called Li Yan Beituo, and he himself didn't know the details of this old man.

At this moment, hearing this gray robe ask about swordsmanship, Li Yan simply raised the sword in his waist and said with a smile: "Mr. is asking about swordsmanship?" It's not anything else. ”

Yang Mitsui nodded and said, "Naturally." ”

Li Yan held the golden mother's sword, and his words were not polite at all: "I have been practicing swords since I was a child, and I can't find a master at the age of twenty-two. ”

That Yang Zhu's face didn't show any disapproving look, but nodded and said: "The swordsmanship that has been circulated in the world is indeed not worth mentioning, and when I was fifteen years old, I couldn't find a master." Self-realization for more than 80 years, together with the sword, lonely for a long time. ”

The river was surging, but the tone of the two people was bigger than the other.

"Do you only learn swords?"

Yang Mitsui asked again.

"Nope." Li Yan truthfully confided: "Older people, learn gunnery with the same family." ”

"How's your marksmanship?"

Li Yan thought of the Benyun Demon in the Trident of Shaking River, and shook his head slowly: "Xiaocheng is dissatisfied. ”

Yang Sanjing tilted his head to look at him: "According to what you say, swordsmanship is easy to obtain, but spear skills are hard to find?" ”

Li Yan keenly sensed a trace of murderous aura, he squinted his eyes, but he didn't think about it, and said truthfully: "The sword technique is the easiest, the spear technique is the most difficult, and the sword is among the two." ”

Yang Mitsui twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard this, but he still asked patiently: "What is the solution of swordsmanship?" What about Dacheng? ”

Li Yan didn't think twice: "Xiaocheng takes a step, and Dacheng takes a shoulder." ”

Yang Mitsui immediately shook his head when he heard this: "Wrong, swordsmanship Xiaocheng uses eyes, Dacheng uses stabs." ”

At this point, neither of them spoke.

Yang Sanjing immediately put up the wooden stick in his hand, and in Li Yan's eyes, a black wave suddenly burst out from the old man's body, making people unable to raise the slightest desire to resist.

It's just that the black wave is now closed, and the ordinary gray-robed old man is still in front of him.

"You admire gunsmithing so much, I'll see your gun."

Li Yan didn't say a word, took out the chiseled golden tiger head gun, and stabbed straight in the middle, the old man didn't dodge or dodge, the tiger head gun fell into the air, and suddenly burst out again with an amazing speed, straight to the old man's face!

Bang!

The old man crouched like a rabbit, and the tiger-headed spear fell into the air, and the old man struck his arm outward, and the wooden stick slammed into the barrel of the spear, and fell in half.

Li Yan did not attack, but took two steps back, and was shocked in his heart.

There is no doubt that ordinary wooden sticks can't resist the chiseled gold tiger head gun. But the barrel of the gun hit by the gray-robed old man's wooden stick is indeed the most difficult place for him to stress, how fast Li Yan's gun is now, but this gray-robed old man can see through the flaws in Li Yan's technique at once.

With one hand, not to mention what magical powers Yang Mitsui has, just about swordsmanship, Li Yan concluded that he had 100 swordsmanship specializations.

"This is Xiaocheng's eyes, distinguishing between the real and the false."

After the gray-robed old man said that, Li Yan's face showed a respectful look of serious thinking: "Then what is the solution of Dacheng's thorns?" ”

Yang Sanjing laughed loudly when he heard this, he broke off a branch, broke the side branch to act as a crutch, and actually turned around and left. Just coldly threw down a sentence:

"The frog at the bottom of the well, you also want to see my Dacheng swordsmanship?"

Li Yan was beaten in the chest by this sentence of Yang Sanjing's head and face. He opened his mouth, and the strange feeling of shame disappeared for a long time.

“……”

Li Yan pondered for a while, looked down at the Golden Mother Sword in his hand, and finally smiled bitterly: "What Mr. said makes sense, but it's better than playing tricks and making no progress." ”

Yang Mitsui had already walked away and didn't seem to hear Li Yan's words. Since he couldn't find a disciple with the mantle of temperament, he would rather bury this sword technique deep underground.

"Sir."

Li Yan only took two steps before he stopped in front of Yang Sanjing again.

Yang Sanjing's face was expressionless, but his tone was extremely light, just as he faced the torn dragon Ao Ang: "What's the matter with you?" ”

"Xiaocheng uses eyes, Dacheng uses thorns. After listening to his words, I seemed to have an understanding, so I wanted to ask him for some tips. ”

As soon as Li Yan's voice fell, the rolling black wave almost pressed in front of Li Yan.

The newly broken branches slowly split in the darkness, and everything in heaven and earth seemed to lose its color.

The forest bird flew in fright.

Sticky blood gushed out from the corners of Li Yan's eyes, wrists, and chest, and large streams of blood rushed to the dirt.

His whole body became like a bloody person, and the projection of the emperor's aunt was whispered behind him, and a purple lotus platform withered.

However, the chiseled golden tiger head gun in Li Yan's hand was diagonally forward, less than an inch away from Yang Sanjing's front door.

Li Yan showed his bloodshot teeth, and that smile was terrifying.

"Mr. said that Xiaocheng takes the eyes and distinguishes the real from the long-term. From time to time, he took the initiative to pounce on the tip of the enemy's spear, and attacked with a short attack, using the left door as bait, advancing from the right door, and the right door as bait, and advancing with the left door. It is to split and flirt with two methods, if it is based on gunmanship, it should protect the middle door, and wait for the opportunity to move with a wonderful technique. It can be inferred from this that the so-called Dacheng's stabbing refers to the killing move when taking the enemy's chest in the door, and only good use of stabbing is Dacheng's swordsmanship. ”

“……”

Yang Mitsui's brows were twisted high, and he suddenly stretched out, like breaking the ice in early spring.

He sighed and said, "So there is no such thing as a superior sword or sword. To reduce the short to the long, to have the courage to fight to the death, to kill the short with the long, when there is a will. Whoever releases an empty door loses. You said that you can't find a master at the age of twenty-two, and that's not your problem. It's the people around you, it's so bad! They are not qualified to teach you, I have! ”

The expression on Yang Sanjing's face seemed to be joyful and sad, like madness: "I was going to find a temperamental descendant to teach the mantle, and I didn't want my life's hard work to be in vain." But if there is really a genius in the world who can get my twelve percent swordsmanship, no matter how temperamental he is, I will pass on this mantle. ”

"Can you still move?"

Yang Mitsui said excitedly.

Li Yan put down the barrel of the gun and clenched his fists, he lost a ghost car lotus platform, like losing a life, but at this moment, the injury was no longer in progress.

"No problem."

"Well, you just have to take a gun, and it doesn't hurt to use any means."

As soon as Li Yan's spear stood up, the river rolled up angrily, drowning the two people at the fork.

In the surging waves, Yang Mitsui's laughter came from time to time.

"I stepped back my hand into me, and jumped left and right like a lion."

"The tiger can't jump into the dragon, and the dragon can't jump into the tiger."

"The dragon and the tiger are all snakes, and it is a quiet yuan to go straight and use it directly!"

"When it is decisive to fight for the head, the sword and the spear are gone!"

"There is a virtual reality in the left and right advances and retreats, and the six laws are born together."

Li Yan shouted violently when he heard this, Yan pierced the curtain and made a move, and the tiger-headed spear turned into a cold air streamer in the sky, piercing straight into Yang Sanzhu's chest.

Li Yan was suddenly taken aback!

Yang Mitsui's face did not change in the slightest. He only stroked the tip of the spear with his hand, and said softly: "Swordsmanship is just swordsmanship, and the human body is soft, so use a hard sword weapon to kill and injure the opponent." The skill is close to the Tao, and it is also a skill! Whether it's opening mountains and splitting the sea, or wielding gods and ghosts, this is not the ability of swords, my sword, don't move mountains, don't pour the sea, don't pick stars, don't urge the city. ”

Every wrinkle on the old man's face stretched: "Only kill." ”

The countless rivers trembled, and they didn't listen to Li Yan's call to burst into silver-white droplets in the sky, and rushed towards the sky in reverse.

The old man's whisper came from the droplets:

The people of Qilian Mountain have strange bones, and they can transport Zhu Tu vertebrae in fifteen. Twenty revenge allows people to die, and kills people without counting Wuyang'er. There is no tolerance in the township, and there is no governance in the government. Fiercely ridiculed, and returned to Beijing with a sword. Jingshi killed the handle of Siqiu Guan, and faked the minions of the Tiger and Leopard Pass. Today's corpse is rebellious, tomorrow is a rape. Eat the gall of the ministers in the morning and eat the liver of the murderer at dusk......

No matter how many droplets of water rush into the sky, they will eventually fall back to the earth.

The power of the nine phoenixes that escaped from Li Yan's escape was frozen into hail droplets, smashed into the soil, and in the river, the world was bleak.

The hail fell, and a gray robe suddenly knelt on the ground, and a little starlight disappeared in the two deep black eye sockets under the robe. Under the gray robe, there was no flesh and blood at all, only skin and thin bones.

Li Yan's hands couldn't help trembling, he raised his hand, and called a river to hold up the gray robe, and the fish and shrimp were guarded, and the bones sank to the bottom of the river and disappeared.

Li Yan put down the tiger-headed spear and respectfully kowtowed to Jiang Shui three times. Only then did he pull out the big gun again, take the Flying Thunder Horse, and leave without looking back.

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