Chapter 31: The Swordsman

Mo Tingchi had no distractions, and he no longer had any doubts about talking to Mei Yinxue, and now he only needed to do one thing: prepare for the decisive battle on October 15.

On the seventh day of October, a piece of news spread all over Panshi Town, and the news was said by the most terrible and honest Sanxiang Long Wu on the rivers and lakes, so there was no one who didn't believe it, when the news was relayed to Mo Dumping Chi by Ming Yuexin, Ink Dumping Chi understood that he owed Invite Yue a person again, so he now owes Invite Yue five favors.

On the eighth day of October, another news reached the ears of Mo Dump Chi: Tang Aoshen, the eldest prince of the Tang Sect, fought with a copper-faced man in the Wuxian Temple, and the two fought fiercely for more than 40 moves, and finally Tang Ao was defeated, and finally abandoned the sword and left, and the copper-faced man also left after this battle, leaving only a word with different opinions: six.

Six, isn't this the sixth favor? Mo Tingchi could only smile bitterly when he heard Mingyuexin's relay, but he didn't take this matter to heart anymore, and now he only had one thing in his mind: before the decisive battle on October 15, adjust himself to the peak state.

On the tenth day of October, Lu Xiaofeng completely sent out nine tokens, although there was a lot of controversy in the rivers and lakes, but after Lu Xiaofeng sent the tokens, he finally disappeared in the rivers and lakes, and this matter could only come to an end under the uproar.

And on the same day of the tenth day of October, Mo Dump Chi saw Lu Xiaofeng in the giant mansion with a tired and dusty face.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the ink dumping pool with a look like water, and he couldn't help but want to scold, but he still didn't open his mouth to scold after all, one, the matter has come to this, and it is useless to scold; two, he still has some very important things to tell the ink dumping pool.

Mo Dump Chi knew that Lu Xiaofeng liked to drink, and he also knew that Lu Xiaofeng was busy almost day and night because of his affairs during this time, and he also knew that Lu Xiaofeng had been entangled by many people in the rivers and lakes these days, so he asked Mingyuexin to prepare a jar of thirty-year-old cellar daughter red, a jar of twenty-year-old bamboo leaf green and a jar of authentic Fenjiu for Mo Dump Pond.

The wine is in the glass, mellow and fragrant.

Before pouring the wine, Lu Xiaofeng's dog nose had already smelled the aroma of wine, so at this moment, where did he still want to scold Mo Dumping Pool, first drink a pot of wine.

After four or five glasses of wine, Lu Xiaofeng, who had a dusty face, finally recovered a little bit of energy on his face, and the person was also very lazy and comfortable lying on the Persian Hu chair, and he had already begun to squint his eyes, and he fell asleep directly after squinting.

Mo Tingchi was still waiting for Lu Xiaofeng to speak, but when he saw Lu Xiaofeng falling asleep, he just smiled and didn't mind, he knew that Lu Xiaofeng was too tired these days, and he also knew that Lu Xiaofeng was treating him as a friend so casually in front of him.

So what does he mind?

He slowly stood up and stood in front of the window, sword in hand.

With a clang, a bright light flashed in the room, and the sword was drawn out by a third, looking at the bright sword body, Mo Tingchi was silent, and he didn't know how long it took, he inserted the sword into the scabbard again, and looked into the distance.

I don't know when, a voice sounded in this exquisitely and elegantly furnished room, Ming Yuexin's voice: "Are you thinking about the decisive battle on October 15?"

Mo Dumping Chi didn't hide it, he nodded and said: "I have seen the first three of the Huashan Sword School's peerless swordsmanship Qingfeng Thirteen Styles in Ling Hu Chong's hands, although I defeated Ling Hu Chong at that time, it was only because Ling Hu Chong was cynical and not proficient in learning, in fact, Qingfeng Thirteen Styles is worthy of being regarded as the first sword technique in the world by many sects in the world." ”

Mingyue Xin somewhat understood the meaning of the ink pouring pool, and asked tentatively: "For a hundred years, the Huashan Sword Sect has only cultivated the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles to the point of perfection and reaching the peak, so you are actually not the slightest bit sure about this battle. ”

Mo Tingchi did not deny it, he said: "I have not seen Feng Qingyang, but according to Feng Qingyang's senior sister, that is, Master Kumei who faked his death in the world, said: Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship cultivation is very high, which is rare in the world, she once said that if it were not for Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship to be achieved when he was forty years old, maybe he would have the opportunity to compete with Xue Yiren, who had become famous in the rivers and lakes thirty years ago. ”

Mingyue sighed in her heart and said, "Master Kumei is really worried about the Huashan Sect, she is afraid that you will comprehend the secret of the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles from her moves, even if she would rather risk being killed by you, she doesn't want you to see a trace of the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles from her, otherwise you will not be so passive now." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled, and Yun Qingfeng said lightly: "So Master Kumei is Master Kumei, although I don't have an advantage in moves, but the same is true for Feng Qingyang, although I don't know how mysterious the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles are, but how does Feng Qingyang know my swordsmanship? Maybe it is precisely because of this ignorance that this duel is particularly interesting." ”

"So you don't really care about the outcome of the duel, life or death, you only care about this duel?" Mingyue said in her heart.

Mo Tianchi shook his head and said: "There is no swordsman throughout the ages who does not want to win, but in the eyes of a true swordsman, the most important thing is not to win, but the sparks that arise at the moment when swords and swords and people clash, which is the most important thing." ”

Mingyuexin's expression also became solemn, and she said softly: "I know that for you swordsmen at this moment, you are only alive, and you are just waiting for the rest of the time." ”

Mo Tianchi smiled brightly, he didn't speak, it was obvious that she agreed with Mingyuexin's words.

――If a swordsman does not have this awareness, how can he be a swordsman?

The sword had been sheathed, and the sword intent still existed, and at this time, Lu Xiaofeng, who had been sleeping like a dead pig, suddenly spoke: "What you should really pay attention to is not the Huashan Sect's stunt Qingfeng Thirteen Style, but the Dugu Nine Swords." ”

Dugu Nine Swords?

Hearing this, not only Mo Tingchi was stunned, but Mingyuexin was also stunned.

Lu Xiaofeng had already sat up, he looked at Mo Tianchi and said word by word: "The most powerful swordsmanship of Feng Qingyang is not the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles, but the Dugu Nine Swords, a set of mysterious swordsmanship that seems to have never been used in front of people, and a set of swordsmanship that I don't know where to get it or comprehend it. ”

"Why?"

It is precisely because of this set of swordsmanship that Xue Yi, who has been sealing his sword and leaving the rivers and lakes for twenty years, will set foot in Huashan again. ”

Huashan is the most dangerous mountain among the five mountains.

Chaoyang Peak, Siguo Cliff, boulder, a pot of wine, two wine glasses, a broken sword, two old men.

On top of the boulder were flasks, two wine glasses, and a broken sword.

The two old men sat opposite each other, cross-legged on either side of the boulder.

Siguo Cliff is the forbidden place of Huashan, without the permission of the head of the sect, all Huashan disciples who break into Siguo Cliff will be expelled from the master's door, and people who are not Huashan disciples break into Siguo Cliff and even have the danger of death.

The dueling period on October 15 was approaching, and Yue Buqun naturally would never allow anyone to break into Siguo Cliff, so the two old men on Siguo Cliff were naturally not intruders, but one of them was Feng Qingyang, the owner of Siguo Cliff, and the other was Feng Qingyang and a guest of the Huashan faction.

Feng Qingyang poured a glass of green ant wine for the old man in front of him, who was about the same age as himself, then picked up the broken sword on the side of the wine jug, handed it to the old man who had already grown white hair on his head with both hands, and said softly: "I have never seen Mo Tingchi from beginning to end, but I don't need to see him at all, as long as I see this sword, it is enough." ”

An old man in a wide black robe held the broken sword in his hand, an extremely sharp essence flashed in his eyes, and he was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "This is the sword of Mo Dumping Pool?"

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, he took a deep breath, looked at the broken sword and said, "Do you know when this broken sword was sent to Huashan?"

The old man in the black robe naturally didn't know, so he shook his head, he was not in a hurry, he just looked at Feng Qingyang, he knew that Feng Qingyang would give him an answer.

The wind was clear and unhurried, he looked at the black-robed old man and said word by word: "This sword was sent to Huashan in just a few days after the death of Xiaoyaohou. ”

The black-robed old man's pupils shrank sharply, and the light in his eyes became even stronger, and he said, "In other words, the owner of this sword is the Mo Dump Chi Saber that is rumored to be fighting with the Heavenly Prince Xiaoyao Marquis?"

Feng Qingyang nodded: "Yes, that's true, no one knows how Mo Tianchi and Xiaoyao Hou won or lost that day, except for Lu Xiaofeng, Feng Siniang and Mo Tianchi himself, but one thing is very clear, that battle Xiaoyao Hou died, and Mo Tianchi is still alive, even if his sword has been broken." ”

The black-robed old man understood the meaning of Feng Qingyang, his eyes were as sharp as a knife looking at the short sword, and he said in a deep voice: "The sword intent on this sword is unique, extremely clever, and very sharp, and since this sword was broken after the battle between Mo Dumping Chi and Xiaoyao Hou, it means that Ink Dumping Chi is very likely to have a higher level of martial arts attainment after the battle with Xiaoyao Hou, and it is precisely because of this that you are willing to fight with Ink Dumping Pond, and you are not the slightest bit sure that you can defeat him." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled and drank a glass of wine, he stared at the black-robed old man, and said word by word: "Xue Daxia's profound kendo cultivation can be regarded as one of the most brilliant people I have seen in my life, if Xue Daxia is me, then do you have the certainty of beating Mo Dump Chi?"

The black-robed old man shook his head without hesitation and said: "In terms of the sword intent on the broken sword, my chances of winning against Mo Dump Chi are no more than six and a half percent, if Ink Dump Chi improves his martial arts attainments after the battle with Xiaoyao Hou, the odds of me and him should be really fifty-five." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled again, and sighed softly: "In that case, Xue Daxia should also know why I attach so much importance to this battle, right?" he slowly stood up as he spoke, and said slowly, word by word: "Although this battle is related to the honor and disgrace of my Huashan faction, for Feng Qingyang, who is a swordsman, this is not a chess confrontation with an opponent? ”

His tone was still calm, even as indifferent as the ink pouring pool, the old man in black robe looked at Feng Qingyang, his eyes had begun to change, and he found that Feng Qingyang revealed a solemn bearing that he had rarely seen, this kind of bearing was only found in a real swordsman, and it was obvious that Feng Qingyang was a real swordsman. (To be continued.) )