Chapter 15: Twilight and Vitality

The swaying figure and staggering footsteps reflect the indescribable desolation and vicissitudes in the thick inky night. Whether it is a hero or a hero, whether it is a peerless swordsman or an immortal emperor, there is a twilight time, Yan Shisan turned around and looked at the old man with white hair who was blown by the wind in front of him, this old man was already in the twilight.

The old man's face was engraved with the wrinkles of time and a trace of sadness that was difficult to explain in words, Yan Shisan withdrew his looking eyes and said softly, "What did he say?"

The old man glanced up at the young man in front of him, then sighed softly and said, "He didn't say anything, just let me leave." ”

A flash of surprise flashed in Yan Shisan's eyes, he didn't hide his thoughts, and said softly: "You will be discovered by him sooner or later, but he easily let you go, which makes me a little surprised, but it also feels interesting." ”

The old man asked, "Interesting?"

Yan Shisan nodded, looked at the old man and said, "Isn't this an interesting thing? At least one thing can be proven now." ”

"What's the matter?"

He challenged Xie Xiaofeng not for fame, but for the sword. ”

"For the sword?"

"Yes, it's for the sword, because Xie Xiaofeng's sword is worthy of his shot, so he will challenge Xie Xiaofeng, which is equivalent to my sword worthy of his shot, so he accepted my challenge. Yan Shisan's eyes began to glow, and he said slowly: "He is a swordsman worthy of respect, and he is also a swordsman worthy of my shot, maybe more worthy of my shot than Xie Xiaofeng." ”

The old man asked again, "Why?" He suddenly found that the most spoken words today were the three words, and if a person said these three words in a row, did it also mean that the person was already in the twilight?

Yan Shisan looked at the old man, and he said very calmly: "I haven't seen Xie Xiaofeng, I've only heard of his swordsmanship that is dressed like a miracle, so I want to challenge him." Compared with Xie Xiaofeng, I have seen and known the ink pool, so the ink pool is more worthy of my shot. ”

"Yes, but you haven't seen Xie Xiaofeng at all. How do you know that Mo Dumping Chi is more worthy of letting you make a move than Xie Xiaofeng?" the old man asked, his tone revealing a hint of unconvinced, he was indeed unconvinced, he did have the capital to be unconvinced.

Xie Xiaofeng is an extremely famous person. And Mo Dump Pond is unknown in the rivers and lakes. It is hard to convince that there is an extremely famous person who is overwhelmed by an unknown person. But Yan Shisan calmly gave him an answer, an answer that he couldn't refute.

Yan Shisan said: "Although I haven't met Xie Xiaofeng, I have seen Yan Shisan's father, Xie Wangsun, you are indeed a person worthy of anyone's respect." You asked me to duel with Mo Dump for the sake of the Excalibur Villa and even your condescension, so it's hard for me to be disgusted with people like you. However, in terms of the identity of a swordsman, you are indeed not a qualified swordsman, a swordsman who is not worthy of my attack. ”

"Therefore, do you think that Mo Dumping Chi will be more worthy of Xie Xiaofeng's action, all because of me?" the old man couldn't help but admit the correctness of Yan Shisan's words, but he still couldn't help but ask.

Yan Shisan shook his head, staring at this white-haired old man with a pair of sharp eyes who still maintained the elegance and majesty of the children of this family, and said, "I see the responsibility for the Divine Sword Villa from you, and I think Xie Xiaofeng also has the same responsibility! There is nothing wrong with responsibility, but for a swordsman, responsibility is a burden." Swordsmen with baggage rarely can use their swordsmanship to the fullest. But Mo Dump Chi is different, Ink Dump Chi has no baggage on him, he is a very pure swordsman, so he is more worthy of my attack than Xie Xiaofeng. ”

The old man sighed, and his body, which had been a little clumsy, became more curved in the inky night. Mo Tingchi looked at the old man who was already in his twilight, and sighed a little in his heart, this old man's rickety body was burdened not by time but by the responsibility of the Divine Sword Villa.

How can an old man with responsibility hold the sword that symbolizes chic, casual, confident, and unscrupulous?

The old man glanced deeply at the young man in front of him, let out a long sigh, and said softly, "I am indeed old. This is indeed not suitable for me anymore. ”

Yan Shisan did not answer, but he did not deny it either.

The old man continued, "Regardless, this is the last time I leave Excalibur Villa, and it is also the first sword fight I have personally facilitated in my life. That's why I want to see a great sword fight. ”

Yan Shisan was silent for a moment, he was pondering, but he didn't think for too long, he nodded at the old man, and said, "Maybe this is the last time I will use my sword, or maybe it will also be his last time to use my sword." ”

The old man turned his back, and the wind blew and the water flowed from his eyes.

He bowed deeply to Yan Thirteen. Then slowly leave.

Looking at the staggering steps and the vicissitudes of life, Yan Shisan seemed to see a generation of Jianghu people getting old and another generation of new people rising.

This is the case in the rivers and lakes, where a new generation replaces the old.

Yan Shisan stood quietly under the plane tree for a long time, recalling in his mind a battle post handed to him by the old man when he was in the Divine Sword Villa, and there were a few lines of very simple handwriting written on it, but there was a sharp sword intent on that simple handwriting, which was not a sword intent that ordinary swordsmen could have.

For a long, long time, Yan Shisan turned around and returned to the Jingshe, maybe he might die in a battle tomorrow, but for him, there was no fear and worry about death, only the persistence and expectation of the sword.

Ink Pool, Ink Pool, can your sword amaze me?

Ordinary town, ordinary day, the sun rises in the east and the day begins again. When people start to come out and go busy with themselves, they either continue to sow seeds, or go to the bazaar, set up stalls, or hang out in small towns, or go to teahouses and wine shops to brag.

These people were doing their usual things for a long time, and no one would have noticed that there were two swordsmen in the town where they lived, and they were two swordsmen with extremely advanced swordsmanship, and these two swordsmen were about to do one thing in their town - a duel.

A carriage had stopped in front of the most luxurious inn in the town very early, and Mo Dumpchi walked out the door to see the carriage and the Shangguan Xiaoxian who was sitting in front of the carriage dressed as a coachman but could not hide his beauty.

Mo Tingchi ignored Shangguan Xiaoxian's beckoning and went directly to lead the horse, but Shangguan Xiaoxian unceremoniously threw the horsewhip at Mo Tingchi.

The horsewhip was fast and urgent, and only an afterimage was seen sweeping in the air, and at this time, the horsewhip had already appeared in front of the ink pool.

Fortunately, he was Mo Dumping, otherwise the horsewhip would have hit him hard, but now the horsewhip was in his hand, he looked at the horsewhip, looked at Shangguan Xiaoxian with a bright smile in front of him, and didn't wait for him to ask, Shangguan Xiaoxian pointed to the horse in front of the carriage and said with a smile: "Don't you think he is very familiar?"

Mo Tingchi glanced at it, it was indeed very familiar, wasn't this his horse? I just don't know when it was transformed into a horse in a carriage.

Mo Tingchi didn't speak, he let go of the horsewhip, then got into the carriage, and said to Shangguan Xiaoxian: "The bamboo forest ten miles away from the town. ”

Shangguan Xiaoxian smiled and waved his horsewhip, and the carriage headed towards the bamboo forest ten miles away.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword is cold and light in 19 states.

Bamboo forest.

The leaves are Xiao Xiao, and the sun is shining.

There was a person standing under Xiao Xiao's leaves, a very quiet person, a person dressed in black with a black sword at his waist.

This man stood in the endless blue bamboo forest, and the man and the bamboo forest seemed to have become one.

He was quiet at the moment, so quiet that there was a dead silence all around him.

Xie Wangsun put on a luxurious dress that symbolized the identity of the owner of Shenjian Mountain Villa, the whole person was ten years younger, he stood not far away and looked at the person standing in the bamboo forest, he saw the vitality of his youth from that person, and now he is only twilight.

He sighed, even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that this person was indeed a very top swordsman, a swordsman who was enough to be compared to his son, Xie Xiaofeng, the pride of the Divine Sword Villa.

This person stands on this land, this land seems to have fallen into a dead silence, fallen into the apocalypse, such a terrifying swordsman is so terrifying, there are few people in the world who can have it.

He had now begun to imagine the scene of the duel between Yan Shisan and Mo Dumping Pond, who would win or lose in this duel?

Xie Wangsun didn't know, although he had some eyesight, he really couldn't judge which of these two swordsmen, whose martial arts cultivation had reached the point that he couldn't even guess, would win or lose, and who would die.

Yan Shisan was waiting, he had been waiting for half an hour.

He's waiting for someone, he's waiting.

He was waiting for the ink pouring pool to arrive, and he was also waiting for his heart to calm down.

He knew very well that Mo Dump Chi was definitely a top swordsman, and he knew even more that if he wanted to defeat this top swordsman in the world, he could only calm his heart down, and only by quieting his heart could this duel be won, and he would not have any regrets.

He has always been a very calm person, he didn't fluctuate at all when he first shot a kill, it seems that he was born in the killer industry. This time, however, he found that his heart began to beat uncontrollably, and it took him half an hour to stop the excitement that should not have been.

But in the end, he failed.

However, the people of the ink pouring pool appeared.

A carriage crushed the dead silence, countless bamboo leaves rolled up and floated into the air, and with this extremely high roar, the carriage stopped, and a man stepped out of the carriage.

A person that Yan Shisan wanted to see the most at this moment, but also the last thing he wanted to see, stepped out of the carriage - Mo Tianchi stepped out of the carriage

The air was filled with the breath of dead silence, and it was also filled with an oppressive murderous aura.

Mo Tingchi frowned, he walked in front of Mo Tingchi, looked Yan Shisan, who was not the slightest different from yesterday, and said softly: "I'm here." ”

Yan Shisan looked at Mo Tingchi, looked at the swordsman in front of him, and returned: "I know." ”

The two voices that were very calm sounded in a very flat tone one after another, and at this moment, Shangguan Xiaoxian and Xie Wangsun invariably gave birth to a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The two held their breath and stared at the people in the bamboo forest with wide eyes, they knew very well that a shocking swordsman duel was about to begin. (To be continued.) )