Chapter 65: Die Like a Swordsman

The 10th day of the 10th month of the lunar

Rainy season, cold time.

It was already noon, but the sky was not clear.

The weather is cold, the wind is cold, and the city is bleak.

On the city wall of Fusang City, the flag hunts. The cold wind blew on the flag, making the already worn purple and red fabric even more unbearable, and also adding a little bleakness to this Fusang city shrouded in smoke and rain.

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Bai Yunhuan and Chu Buwei stood under the pavilion in the Li Mansion.

Both of them were silent.

The rain didn't stop.

Chu Buwei quietly listened to the gentle drizzle, and after listening for a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice was gentle, and he said:

"Shopkeeper, are you afraid of death?"

Bai Yunhuan nodded and said:

"I'm afraid. ”

Chu Buwei asked again:

"Are you sure you can beat him?"

Bai Yunhuan shook his head and said:

"Nope. ”

Chu Buwei asked again:

"Then can you come back after you go?"

Bai Yunhuan didn't nod, didn't shake his head, and didn't speak.

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In the humid air, the drizzle continued.

Bai Yunhuan finally walked out of the pavilion alone.

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When Bai Yunhuan stepped out of the Li Mansion, there was another person in the pavilion.

This person with a lot is Qiu Mei.

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Qiu Mei's eyes were a little swollen and a little red.

She just looked silently at the door.

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The rain on the flowers and plants forms raindrops and falls on the ground without making a sound.

In the silent air, only Chu Buwei spoke softly:

"It turns out that you know everything. ”

Sighing, Chu Buwei lowered his head, looked sad, and asked again:

"Then you... Why don't you stop him..."

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Chu Buwei's tone was weak and helpless, he was asking Qiumei, but in fact, he was asking himself.

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In the rain, under the pavilion called Liuren Pavilion.

Can't keep people.

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Bai Yunhuan walked out of the Li Mansion and walked straight forward.

In the young man's light blue eyes, his eyes were persistent and firm.

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In the light rain, Bai Yunhuan raised his hand as he walked, and looked at the wooden tablet in his hand very calmly.

On the wooden tablet, two characters are written in small letters.

"Cold bamboo. ”

The font is elegant, but it complements the name Lengzhu.

If you only look at this name, you must think that this Leng Zhu is a delicate little boy.

Bai Yunhuan is very clear that the word Leng Zhu and Leng Zhu can almost be regarded as the opposite.

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When he came to the field of vision that Li Mansion could not see, Bai Yunhuan turned around and entered a shop.

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It's a small shop.

It's just a few zhang long and a few zhang wide, and there are no chairs and tables in the shop, no shelves, no calligraphy and paintings, and not even a ceramic tea set.

Only weapons.

A wide variety of weapons.

Heavy halberds, spears, and snake spears were neatly placed on the wall of the shop, leaning against the wall.

Short axes, broadswords, and brass maces are quietly placed in the middle of the shop.

The whole shop is messy but not messy.

Behind the old wooden counter at the very back, there was a middle-aged man with a somewhat round mustache.

The middle-aged man put his hands in his sleeves and dozed off a little bit.

It wasn't until Bai Yunhuan stepped into the shop that the middle-aged man heard the movement, opened his eyes and saw that there was a sale, so he quickly shook his head and woke up his mind.

The middle-aged man hurriedly stood up, looking a little surprised.

Also, after all, if you open a shop in such a ghost place, it can be considered a rare thing to have one person come a day.

The shopkeeper smiled all over his face, rubbed his chubby hands, and asked:

"Officer, what do you want?"

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Bai Yunhuan's clear eyes looked at the shop, but he didn't answer immediately.

When the store saw this, it was not in a hurry.

Just smiled and added:

"Objective, don't look at my shop, the face is not big, but everything is good. ”

"It's not that there are all kinds of blades, but if you want to say that they are complete, it's not bad. Whether it's a folk master, or a monk or an immortal master, at least I haven't let the masters go home. ”

"Uncle, what do you want, just open your mouth!"

Bai Yunhuan's eyes did not wave, he just looked at the shopkeeper quietly, and said seriously:

"Please give me a sword. ”

"An ordinary iron sword. ”

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The shopkeeper didn't understand, who still uses a sword in this city?

This city is full of reckless and rude people, or cunning and treacherous people who have been in the shadow for a lifetime, and most of the blades used are broad-bladed machetes and strange secret weapons.

These three-foot long swords are not as strong as knives, and they are not as good as short blades than convenience.

Therefore, there are not many people in this Fusang City who use weapons like swords.

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Isn't this son going to wear a sword Xu Beauty?

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But where is there a handsome boy who wears an iron sword?

The more the shopkeeper thought about it, the more he didn't understand, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he asked again with his ears sideways:

"What do you mean? Iron Sword?"

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Bai Yunhuan nodded.

The shopkeeper's scratching head.

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So, on this day, Bai Yunhuan officially owned his first sword.

An ordinary, ordinary iron sword.

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Bai Yunhuan returned to the street, but at this time, the young man was already carrying an iron sword more than three feet long and more than an inch wide on his back.

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Walking on the road, Bai Yunhuan thought.

In the past, I always told my grandfather that I didn't like boxing, that I was not interested in martial arts at all, and that I liked to study.

In fact, Bai Yunhuan knew that he was lying, because he didn't like to study either.

What you like is always with a sword.

When I was a child, I listened to the stories in the books about the sword battles, but I never heard of anyone who held an axe and returned beautifully.

But I like it.

Bai Yunhuan knew that whether he was a child or now, he was not suitable for using a sword.

When he was a child, Bai Yunhuan was afraid that his mother would see that he was unhappy, and he was afraid that others would see that he was unhappy, and if he was unhappy, they would definitely be unhappy too, so he kept pretending not to care about the matter of practicing martial arts with a sword.

Grew up on their own...

They're all gone...

"Then I'm going to enjoy using a sword now. ”

Bai Yunhuan walked all the way, all the way in his heart.

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On the other side of the city, a young man with a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes was dressed in white, jumping up and down in the silent alley.

Behind him, followed by a woman in red with an umbrella.

The woman in red walked halfway and stopped to look at the light rain in the sky.

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When the little boy realized that his Dongfang sister had not followed, he looked back.

I saw Dongfang Lan, dressed in red, standing in the rain, looking down at the sword.

The woman muttered to herself, saying:

"There are so many people in the world who use swords. ”

"It's just..."

"I don't know who is worthy of the sword..."

"How many more?"

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On this side of the city, a strange white-haired boy carried a long sword with a pitch-black scabbard hanging from his waist.

In the rain, the white-haired boy with his sword hanging from his scabbard was also muttering to himself.

The young man's expression was soft, and he smiled:

"If I could, I would like to die as a swordsman. ”

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