Chapter 40: The Sword and the Flower

Before he could reach October 27, Mu Yingxiong was already preparing to go to the Sword Mansion, he wanted to meet this old man, who was also the Sword Saint he regarded as the most terrifying opponent in his life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Sword Master is conceited and arrogant, and his kendo talent is the most outstanding kendo talent in his life, except for his righteous brother Heavenly Sword Nameless. In the past, the Sword Saint was defeated under the nameless and inexplicable swordsmanship, and after decades of penance and comprehension, either there will be no breakthrough in the swordsmanship, or the swordsmanship cultivation will be a thousand miles away, breaking through the shackles and shackles of the past, and becoming the most terrifying swordsman in the rivers and lakes, perhaps even the Heavenly Sword Nameless is not an opponent.

He had wanted to ask Jian Chen how the Sword Saint's cultivation was, but Jian Chen didn't know. With Jian Chen's cultivation, how can he clearly see where the limit of the Sword Saint is? Chu Feng is clear, but these days, Chu Feng is also like the world has evaporated, and the shadow of Chu Feng can no longer be found in the Wushuang City.

Therefore, Mu Yingxiong wanted to meet the Sword Saint and take a look at the old friend and opponent in the past.

Cliffs, rare places in the world, there is a grass house, called the sword house. Before the Heavenly Sword was nameless, the world's first swordsman, the Sword Saint, lived in seclusion in this simple and secluded place, isolated from the world, and the only sounds that could be heard were birds and breezes, and only grass, green land and dead trees could be seen.

A person can stay in such a place for decades, if not crazy, or used to loneliness.

He learned one thing from Jian Chen's mouth, the Sword Saint didn't seem to even bother to open his eyes, when Jian Chen saw the Sword Saint, the door of the Sword House was closed, and the Sword Saint closed his eyes like a sculpture, it was hard to imagine that the Sword Saint who was shocked by a sword in the past would become like this.

However, he didn't see the Sword Saint described in Jian Chen's mouth, although when he saw the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint's performance was also incredible, but it was not the appearance described in Jian Chen's mouth, but it was exactly the opposite of what Jian Chen described, completely different.

If he knew the Sword Saint, had seen the Sword Saint, and understood the Sword Saint, it would be difficult for him to imagine that this old man who was strolling in the courtyard drinking wine was the Sword Saint Dugu Jian who moved the rivers and lakes in the past, but he couldn't believe it now, although he didn't dare to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it.

He walked up to the Juggernaut and looked curiously at the Juggernaut who was strolling through the courtyard with a flask in his hand. Although the Sword Saint was already very old and a little drunk, he still noticed Mu Yingxiong's arrival very early, and he looked at Mu Yingxiong who suddenly appeared with a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't have too much of an expression, but directly picked up a chair and sat down in the courtyard.

He looked at the sun and squinted his eyes, looking serene.

Mu Yingxiong stared at Dugu Jian, he looked at it for a long time before he said slowly: "You are a sword saint?"

The Sword Saint also said lightly: "Yes, I am the Sword Saint. ”

Mu Yingxiong said again: "Are you Dugu Sword?"

The Sword Saint's tone was still very flat, and he said, "Yes, I am Dugu Sword. ”

If someone had asked him this kind of question before, he wouldn't have been able to speak, maybe that person was dead, and even if he didn't die, he had to keep his mouth shut honestly, but the Sword Saint not only answered this question today, but also didn't mean to let Mu Yingxiong shut his mouth.

Mu Yingxiong no longer had the slightest expression on his face, he looked at the Sword Saint and said, "Since you are the Sword Saint, then you should know that you have made a duel with someone on October 27. ”

The Sword Master laughed, he laughed, and after laughing, he didn't rush to answer the question, but poured a sip of wine into himself, and he said, "I remember, this duel was set by me, and I naturally remember." ”

Mu Yingxiong sneered: "Since you remember that you once made a duel with someone, then you shouldn't drink, unless you want to lose and you want to die." He looked at Dugu Jian coldly and said: "Now I seem to understand why Chu Feng is so anxious to fight and why the person who is willing to give you ten days, it turns out that the current Sword Saint is no longer the Sword Saint of the past, and he is no longer worthy of fighting with Chu Feng, let alone with Nameless." ”

Dugu Jian was absolutely unwilling to listen to this kind of thing before, and absolutely no one dared to say such things in front of him, but this time he still didn't have a little expression on his face, just poured a sip of wine into his mouth like a drunk, he sat up from the chair, and said lightly: "You are wrong, at least you are a little wrong, it is not Chu Feng's idea to set the time for October 27, but my idea." ”

Mu Yingxiong was stunned, he looked at Dugu Jian and said, "Your idea?"

Dugu Jian said lightly: "Yes, my idea! Originally, I didn't have this idea, I was even ready to fight Chu Feng the moment I saw him, but something happened, so I couldn't help but have this idea, so you saw Dugu Jian today, and it is precisely because of this that you are not dead." His tone was still flat, but the confidence in his voice was unmistakable.

At this moment, Mu Yingxiong absolutely believed that even if he was a drunk Sword Saint, there were definitely not many people in heaven and earth who could defeat this person.

He suddenly calmed down, he looked at Dugu Jian, he looked at it for a long, long time before he slowly spoke: "Before you and Nameless clashed, we had done a very clear and detailed investigation of you, we have never seen you drink, and we have never seen you look like this, and it is even hard to imagine that Dugu Jian would look like this, it is simply a drunkard." ”

Dugu Jian smiled slightly, he was still sitting on the chair, but he didn't lean on, just sitting, he said lightly: "You didn't think of it, even I didn't think of it, I didn't expect that my Dugu Jian would become like this, but sometimes things that I haven't thought about don't mean that they won't happen, at a certain time and at a certain stage, this kind of obviously incredible thing happened." He still wanted to drink, but the flask was empty, and he had no more wine.

Dugu Jian stood up from the chair, he looked up at the blue sky, and finally took a step, he didn't speak, just walked silently.

Mu Yingxiong wanted to speak, but he didn't open his mouth at this moment, just calmly followed behind this peerless swordsman in the past, without saying a word, looking at the dangerous and natural scenery of the sword house on the cliff.

It was as if time and space had all disappeared in this instant.

The Sword Saint walked on the cliff, his person seemed to have disappeared, or in other words, there was no longer Mu Yingxiong in his eyes, he seemed to be walking alone, strolling alone.

The breeze was blowing, Mu Yingxiong looked at Dugu Jian, and he found that the drunkenness in Dugu Jian's eyes gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a kind of loneliness and loneliness that he was very familiar with, the loneliness and loneliness that stood at the peak.

At this time, the Sword Saint was the Sword Saint, but he felt that the Sword Saint was no longer the Sword Saint, at least not the Sword Saint he had seen in the past.

Time passed, but the two of them didn't feel the loss of time, and they didn't know how long it was, Dugu Jian stopped, he and Mu Yingxiong stood on a cliff, he looked down on the ethereal white clouds and green mountains below, he sighed softly: " I learned swords at the age of five, became famous at the age of nine, comprehended kendo at the age of thirteen, became famous all over the world, and became a well-known sword saint on the rivers and lakes.

Mu Yingxiong knew, but he didn't know either.

He knew the information of the Sword Master, but he didn't know how many thrilling and terrifying decisive battles were contained in the Sword Master's experiences.

The Sword Saint didn't look at Mu Yingxiong, looking at this sword emperor, he said lightly: "Back then, in order to pursue the peak of the sword, I went to Dongying to find the lost half of my heart, and I wanted to make up for my heart with my heart and achieve the unparalleled perfect sword, and I finally succeeded, but now that I think back, I only hope that I will never succeed, never go to Dongying, but I also hope that I will never succeed, but I went to Dongying." ”

An incredible look flashed in Mu Yingxiong's eyes, looking at the Sword Saint, an extremely unbelievable thought was generated in his mind, and the moment this thought was born in his mind, he was extremely incredible, but it seemed that there was only this explanation.

The Sword Saint had already looked back at Mu Yingxiong, he was not blind, he could naturally see the changes in Mu Yingxiong's eyes, even if he was blind, he could feel Mu Yingxiong's undisguised mood fluctuations at that moment.

He was very calm, not the slightest bit unnatural, "Do you know why I chose October 27 to fight Chu Feng on this day." ”

Mu Yingxiong didn't know, but he could vaguely infer something.

He didn't speak, he knew that what the Juggernaut needed at this moment was not a human to speak, but an audience, and he was listening.

An extremely complicated look flashed in the eyes of the Sword Saint, and his indifferent tone suddenly became extremely complicated, and he said slowly: "I have forgotten everything, that person, but I have found that there are some things that I can't forget no matter what, even if I try my best to forget, but how can I forget it? October 27th, this is the first time I set foot on the East Ridge, it is also the birthday of Miyamoto Snow Spirit, and it is the first time I met this woman, and the day I watched the cherry blossoms with this woman. ”

After he said this, the man had already closed his eyes.

Mu Yingxiong didn't close his eyes, he looked at this sword saint who didn't look like a peerless sword saint at all, he looked at the sword saint, and looked at the two lines of tears that still couldn't help but be left on the sword saint's face.

He was stunned, he looked at the Sword Saint in a daze, this is the Sword Saint, is this still the Sword Saint he knows? ?

Of course, this is the Sword Saint, but it is no longer the Sword Saint he knows, and the Sword Saint has never shown itself in front of people.

Even Dugu Jian's younger brother, Dugu Yifang, and his parents have never seen a sword saint.

The Sword Master closed his eyes and was silent, and a figure of a woman as pure as snow appeared in his mind, but the woman was too far away from him and too vague, there were cherry blossoms falling from the sky, and the woman had an extremely happy smile on her face, on a cherry blossom ground, wielding a wonderful sword technique that he had never seen in his life.

He stood on the grass, looking at the woman, at the woman's sword, at the cherry blossoms in the sky.

He was a sword nerd, he had been looking for a sword all his life, but when he saw that woman, he had almost forgotten about the sword, only the woman named Miyamoto Xue Ling.

At this time, there were no cherry blossoms falling in the sky, and there was no sword dance by the woman named Miyamoto Snow Ling, but there were people dancing with swords.

A lone swordsman is wielding the exquisite swordsmanship that is unparalleled in the world.

The breeze swept away the tears, but the memories of the past were more profound.

Mu Yingxiong stood in place, he looked at Dugu Jian, looked at Dugu Jian's swordsmanship, he played the erhu, he didn't think about the sword in his mind, but thought about people, thinking about a kind woman who he almost thought he had forgotten, but couldn't forget after all-Xiao Yu.

-- There are 36,500 kinds of swordsmanship in heaven and earth, but isn't the most hurtful and deadly sword of love? )