The boat was drifting with the current, but the other man with the sword was nailed to the bow of the boat, his eyes fixed on the blade of the sword in his hand, and then stabbed out with a fluttering sword.

The wooden sword was cut from mahogany, dull and clumsy. But when the sword was pierced, the sword seemed to change, and it became bright and alive!

It seems that the wielder of the sword has poured all the power of his life into this wooden sword.

A sword stabbed out lightly, and there was no change, but the change came suddenly, and it came as naturally as flowing water. This sword is in his hand, just like the axe in Lu Ban's hand, and the pen in Fu Xi's hand, which not only has life, but also aura.

He understated it, swept the dust as he wished, and in an instant, he had already stabbed out thirteen swords.

The swordsmanship was originally light and flowing, just like a river, but after the thirteen swords were stabbed, it seemed that there was a murderous aura on the river water, and there seemed to be a murderous aura in the heaven and earth.

After the thirteenth sword was stabbed, all the changes seemed to have been exhausted, and it was like the water had come to an end.

His sword momentum also slowed down, very slowly, although it was slow, it was still changing, and suddenly a sword swung out, out of bounds, out of order. But this sword is like the finishing touch, although empty, it is the hub of all transformations.

Then he stabbed his fourteenth sword.

Originally, the sword aura and murderous aura on the sword were very heavy, as if the sky was full of dark clouds. But the sword stabbed out, and suddenly the dark clouds in the sky were removed, and sunlight appeared.

But this sunshine is not the kind of warm and warm sunshine, but the golden and stone of the sun, the scarlet sunset like blood!

With this sword stabbing out, all the changes have really reached the end, and the flowing water that has reached the end is now like it has been completely exhausted, and the sword caster's strength seems to be about to be exhausted.

But at this moment, the tip of the wooden sword suddenly shook strangely.

The tip of the sword was originally pointed diagonally at the furnace fire, but when it shook together, the furnace fire suddenly went out! Although the blade of the sword was shaking, it was moving, but suddenly all of it was still.

Absolute stillness!

Even the light boat, which has been drifting on the river, has come to a complete standstill! Even the water under the boat seemed to have stopped. There are no words to describe this situation, only one word, a very simple word - death!

No change, no life! This sword brings only death!

Only death!

Only death is the end of everything, the real end!

The water dries up, the changes run out, life ends, and everything perishes!

This is the true essence of "Thirteen Swords of Death"! This is the real killing sword!

However, the young man who was watching the sword suddenly found that this sword was already the fifteenth sword!

With a "snap", the wooden sword broke! The river flowed again, and the boats returned to their drifting state.

But he still stood there motionless, sweating like rain, already soaking through his clothes. He had a very strange expression on his face, not as surprised or delighted, and even a little frightened!

The earth was dark, and he stood in the darkness, and his whole body seemed to tremble, trembling with fear.

He didn't know why he was afraid, did he know that even he couldn't control the sword? With a sword of death!

At this time, a long sigh suddenly came from the river, and a man sighed and said, "Why hasn't the ghost cried yet?" Why hasn't God shed tears yet? ”

Soon after, another boat appeared on the river, which looked like a painting boat on the Yanyu Lake.

The boat is brightly lit and there is a game of chess. A jug of wine. A piano. A book, and there is a black stone in the distance under the lamp.

This stone Yan Thirteen is very familiar because it is the sword grinding stone of Shenjian Villa!

The two of them stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the old man silently, and also looked at the broken sword in the old man's hand.

The old man's eyes seemed to carry an indescribable sadness and fear. He slowly raised his head, looked at them, and asked, "Do you still recognize me?" ”

"Of course we know you." The comer replied.

Cuiyun Peak, the painting boat on the green water lake, there seems to be a ferryman with no return on the painting boat... These are memories that old people will never forget.

It was on this boat that he sank his famous sword and his heroic years.

The old man spoke slowly: "Xie shopkeeper, Nie Ming." ”

"Yan Thirteen."

They stared at each other, and finally sighed gloomily at the same time: "I didn't think we would see each other again." ”

"Cangjie made words, ghosts and gods wept at night, you created this sword, and ghosts and gods should also cry and cry." Shopkeeper Xie has a very high vision, and his praise can't deceive people.

The old man understood what he meant, this sword had indeed leaked the heavenly opportunity, but it had also lost the heavenly heart - the heavenly heart was benevolent, but since this sword had been created, from now on, it would be better to have how many people died under this sword.

The old man was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "I didn't create this sword!" I created the Thirteen Swords of Death, and I found the fourteenth variation of it, but I was never satisfied, because I knew that it had to have another variation. ”

Shopkeeper Xie said: "So you've been looking for it!" ”

The old man said: "Yes, I have been looking for it, because I know that only by finding out this change can I defeat Xie Xiaofeng." ”

Shopkeeper Xie said: "You haven't found it!" "

The old man said: "I couldn't find it with all my efforts, but Xie Xiaofeng is dead." As soon as Xie Xiaofeng dies, who else is my opponent in the world? Why should I look for it again! So I not only sank my sword and buried my name, but also sank the idea of looking for this last change to the bottom of the lake, and since that day, I have not even thought about it. ”

Shopkeeper Xie pondered and said slowly: "Maybe it's because you haven't thought about it since then, so you will find it." This sword is the essence of swordsmanship, and the essence of the god is invisible, and it can't be found, and when he was about to come, he suddenly came. ”

The essence of God is similar to epiphany, and it will only come if you yourself must first reach the state of nobody, selflessness, and forgetfulness.

Shopkeeper Xie said again: "Now of course, you already know that the third young master is not dead, so you naturally have the fifteenth sword." Are you sure you can beat him now? ”

The old man stared at the broken sword in his hand and said, "If only I could have a good sword." ”

"You can find your sword if you ask." Mu Yi smiled slightly, your sword is here, and as he spoke, he pointed to the nick on the side of the ship, and the nick was still there.

Shopkeeper Xie said: "You should remember that this is carved out by your own hands with your own sword."

The old man couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said, "It's a pity that this is no longer the place where I used to sink my sword."

"Yes, you didn't abandon the sword to find the sword back then, but when you found the sword intent, the sword also came back." Mu Yi said with a smile.

The old man did not speak again, for he had already seen his sword, and in the dark water, there was already a sword slowly floating, and he could already see the thirteen pearls on the scabbard.

The sword, of course, does not float on its own, nor does it come to find its former owner. The sword itself has no spirituality, and if the sword has a spirit, it is only because of the person holding the sword.

The only reason why this sword was able to float was because Mu Yi lifted it up with a rope.

The old man was not surprised. He had already seen the thread tied to the sword, and he had already seen that the other end of the thread was in Mu Yi's hand.

There are many incredible, unexplainable things happening in the world, just because everything has such a thread, and people can't see it, and after many painful experiences, the old man will always gradually understand this truth.

Shopkeeper Xie explained: "After you left that day, I have picked up this sword for you, and I have been keeping it for you. ”

"Why are you doing this?" Yan Shisan asked.

Shopkeeper Xie said: "Because I know that you and the third young master will meet sooner or later." ”

The old man suddenly sighed, "I also know that this is our destiny. ”

Shopkeeper Xie said: "No matter what, now you have finally recovered your sword." ”

The sword was already in his hand, and the thirteen pearls on the scabbard were still shining.

Xie Zhangzhi asked again: "Now do you have the certainty of defeating him?" ”

Yan Shisan didn't answer, because now that his sword was back in his hand, it was still as sharp as before. With this sword, he is invincible in the world, and he has always been ruthless and fearless. What's more, now that he has found the essence of his swordsmanship, he must be invincible in the world.

Yan Shisan was afraid, but he didn't say it, but Shopkeeper Xie seemed to understand what he meant.

They stared into the distance at the same time, with the same strange expression in their eyes.

After a long time, Yan Shisan asked, "You specially sent a sword for me, do you hope that I can defeat him?" ”

Shopkeeper Xie freely admitted: "Yes." ”

Yan 13 said: "You're not his friend?" ”

Shopkeeper Xie said: "I naturally do. ”

Yan Shisan said: "Then why do you want me to defeat him?" ”

"Because he's never been defeated, he's so tired." Mu Yi said, "Because after losing once, he will know that he is not a god, and he is not absolutely invincible, and he can only be regarded as truly growing after experiencing such a lesson." ”

Yan Shisan shook his head and said, "You are wrong. ”

Shopkeeper Xie said: "What's wrong? ”

Yan Shisan said: "This truth is not wrong, but it is wrong to use it on him, because he is no one else, because he is Xie Xiaofeng, Xie Xiaofeng can only die, not defeat." ”

Shopkeeper Xie asked rhetorically, "What about Yan Thirteen?" ”

Yan Thirteen let out a long sigh and said, "Yan Thirteen is the same. ”

While speaking, Yan Shisan had already returned to his light boat, and Mu Yi also followed.

"I'm going to check it out too."

"Why?"

"Because I learned his sword."

Speechless. The light boat has slowly swung away with the waves.

Shopkeeper Xie stood silently at the bow of the boat, watching the light boat go away, and suddenly felt an indescribable fear and sadness in his heart.

There are always two kinds of people in this world, and the purpose of human life is not to exist, but to burn. There is light when it burns, even if it is only for a moment.

The other kind of person can only watch others burn and let the light of others illuminate themselves.

What kind of person is smart? He didn't know. He only knew that his grief was not for them, but for himself.