Chapter 2, The Swordsman Scholar

At the moment when Wang Haozi's murderous intent was slightly revealed, the iron-masked man in the distance seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look over.

Wang Haozi was slightly stunned, he didn't expect this man in the iron mask to be so alert.

But since he came, Wang Haozi naturally wanted to explore the reality of this person, and it really meant too much to him in such a place.

"In Xia Wang Yuan, I accidentally passed by here, and I didn't know the name of this brother. ”

Wang Haozi evoked a friendly smile, which was almost like the arrogant and domineering appearance just now.

I have been crawling on the rivers and lakes for a long time, and the kung fu of the side door is somewhat involved, and the void and the snake are the compulsory homework of every Jianghu person.

The voice came out with internal strength, although it was not majestic, but at least it could allow the man in the iron mask to listen carefully.

The Man in the Iron Mask walked slowly with his sword in hand.

As the distance got closer, Wang Haozi found that the iron mask man's exposed skin was actually covered with burning scars, and the scars extended all the way to the bottom of the sackcloth vest, and it was not difficult to guess that this person probably had burns all over his body.

Looking at the scars, they are not new, they are obviously some years old.

And although the temperature in this place is slightly higher than outside, it is actually very cold, this person can resist the cold just by wearing a linen vest, either the internal strength is high or the physique is different from ordinary people, and no matter what the reason is, it cannot be underestimated.

It's a ruthless character!

Wang Haozi secretly thought in his heart, and at the same time began to estimate how much chance he would have if he really started, after all, just from the surface, his chances of winning were not great.

However, before Wang Haozi could think clearly, there was a throbbing in his heart for no reason, and he almost subconsciously took a step back.

Sou.

The sword was fierce, tearing the placket of Wang Hezi's clothes, leaving a bloody mark on his chest.

If Wang Haozi is one step slower, I am afraid that he will have been disemboweled, and his life will be lost.

"Dare to hurt me!"

With a terrible roar, Wang Haozi couldn't care so much, and pulled out the big knife behind his back to slash his head and cover his face, and slashed towards the iron-masked man.

The two eyes of the man in the iron mask were neither sad nor joyful, and there was no panic in the slightest.

With a slight wrong footstep, the whole body moved sideways for half a meter strangely, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand moved again.

Airplanes!

The blade of the sword broke through the air, screaming and piercing, and stabbed Wang Hezi directly under the ribs at an extremely tricky angle.

This set of actions was completed almost with lightning speed, and at this time, the broadsword could be dropped.

Wang Haozi was almost frightened, threw down the big knife in his hand, and a lazy donkey rolled to dodge.

After only two moves, Wang Haozi already knew that he was so righteous that he was fighting alone, and he was not the opponent of the iron-masked man in front of him at all, and if he continued to fight, he would only die.

The man in the iron mask was unrelenting, bullying himself, and his sword was shining.

Although Wang Haozi is invincible, after all, he has been mixed in the rivers and lakes for so many years, where will there be no means to save his life.

The man was still rolling on the ground, and two cloth bags flew out in the air, followed by two hidden blades, and the two cloth bags burst apart.

Gundust filled the air, enveloping the two of them.

In the fog, there were a few more sonorous sounds of gold and iron, and then there was a miserable scream.

When the dust and mist dissipated, only the iron-masked man was still standing in place, the long sword in his hand was dripping with blood, as for Wang Hezi, he was nowhere to be found, but looking at the blood stains on the ground spilling towards the cracks in the rock wall, it was estimated that Wang Hezi had run away.

Yan looked at the man in the iron mask who was slowly approaching, and the joy that had not yet diffused in his heart was replaced by despair in an instant.

Based on the previous behavior of this person who killed people without saying a word, Yan Xu did not think that he would let himself go.

Who knew that the man in the iron mask just glanced at him indifferently and passed by, as if he didn't care at all, and he didn't have the life-and-death posture just now.

Looking at the iron-masked man who slowly disappeared from sight, Yan Xu's tense spirit finally relaxed, and he suddenly felt a wave of fatigue attack, and he fell asleep in a drowsy state.

............

Half a month later, in this spring valley, a thatched house with smoke curling.

Yan Xuan was wrapped in bandages, and his eyes looked into the distance, without focus, as if he was thinking about something.

"Hey, boy, go talk to Yue'er, it's time to eat. ”

A majestic voice interrupted Yan's complaint.

The visitor was dressed in a linen robe, and although the robe was clean, the person was dressed in an irregular manner, and one hand was not put into the sleeve, just holding a long sword and exposing it, and his strong chest could be seen.

The face is full of almost iconic stubble, which is an eclectic embellishment of the temperament of the future.

Yan Xuan bowed respectfully to the visitor.

After staying in this place for half a month, Yan Su also has a general understanding.

Surrounded by mountains, it is an isolated basin, the place is not large, only about two miles in radius, but it has everything in it.

The clear spring that flows down from the top of the steep mountain is sweet and can be drunk directly.

Wild fruits grow in the woods, and because of the unique climate of this area, they are eaten all year round.

Occasionally, some small animals pop up to add some game.

In such a paradise, there are only three people alive.

An eclectic swordsman, a graceful and elegant scholar, and a man in the iron mask who can't speak.

Although no one said anything about the relationship between the three, Yan Su is not a fool, and he still has the ability to observe words and colors.

The swordsman and the scholar live across the stream, and they don't often communicate, and the man in the iron mask seems to be a junior, and both of them call him "Yue'er".

The Man in the Iron Mask calls the swordsman "Sword Master" and the scholar "Medicine Master".

Although he was commensurate with his master and apprentice, Yan Xuan had never seen the two of them teach the Iron Mask man anything.

Every day, I saw the Man in the Iron Mask practicing a strange set of swordsmanship, unorganized, as simple as a few movements, like a child who had just picked up the hilt of a sword waving wildly.

But for the two of them, Yan Su didn't dare to underestimate them in the slightest, because Yan Su had always had the habit of practicing swords in the early morning, and he was casually pointed out after being seen by the swordsman one day.

At that moment, Yan Xu was simply enlightened, as clear as the clouds and the sun, dialysis.

For a while, many problems in swordsmanship were solved, and even many problems in martial arts were solved.

In just a few days, Yan Xuan felt that he had entered a new realm in martial arts.

Two sentences, for life.

Just this hand was enough for Yan Xuan to show enough respect for the swordsman, and even followed the man in the iron mask to call him "Sword Master".

Of course, for the scholar who healed his injuries, Yan Xuan did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.

From the bottom of his heart, Yan Su had already equated the two of them with the hermit masters.