As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 315 314: Discussing the Tao

Xie Wangsun said: "You have never seen Yan Shisan."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

He has never met Yan Shisan, but he knows that Yan Shisan has thirteen sword skills, which are so vicious and sharp that no one in the world can break them and resist them.

Xie Wangsun said: "I have seen it."

The room fell silent for a moment, Xie Xiaofeng said nothing, and Xie Wangsun also looked at him without speaking.

Xie Wangsun suddenly took his hand and patted it, "When the injury is healed, can you break that sword?"

Xie Xiaofeng's talent is unparalleled, and no one can compare to it.

He was able to decipher sword manuals at the age of six, and any sword technique could be dismantled in his eyes.

"can!"

Xie Xiaofeng said.

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes gradually became clear, and he said: "That was the fourteenth change of the Thirteen Moves Sword Technique. I thought I couldn't break it, but in that flash of lightning, I already thought of breaking it."

"That's good." Xie Wangsun said.

Xie Wangsun suddenly stood up, "Take good care of your injuries. A failure is not terrible. On the contrary, it can make you stronger. When you recover from your injuries, you will still be the third young master of Shenjian Villa. Just don't do those things that make you miserable again." It’s a joke.”

Xie Xiaofeng looked out the window, pain suddenly appeared in the depths of his eyes, but he made no sound.

What did he think of? -

Green mountains, green water, and a lonely boat.

There was a solitary boat, and there was a small red clay stove on the solitary boat, with the firelight flashing.

There is a man sitting on the bow of the boat. He wears a green bamboo hat, a green coir raincoat, and his temples are already gray.

The river flows gurglingly, and there is a thin mist like smoke on the river surface.

A lonely boat, a weak fire, and a lonely person.

The boat is docked on the shore, as if waiting for the destined guests to come and take a ferry.

The fog is hazy.

No one could have imagined that such a lonely fisherman could actually be Yan Shisan, the deadly swordsman of the past.

His life seemed to sink into the green water lake along with the sword, and what was left behind was a frail and dying body.

The reeds are swaying.

There are guests.

"Xie Xiaofeng lost."

Yan Shisan, who originally thought that he would not have any more mood swings, moved his dull eyes when he heard these words.

"Xie Xiaofeng is already dead." The people on the boat said.

"I just faked my death to escape."

He looked at the man standing beside the reeds on the shore.

Red clothes, bamboo hat, drizzle.

They were two women with different styles. The one speaking was dressed in red, and behind her a woman in green was weaving a garland of grass.

"He was defeated by the deadly swordsmanship."

Gu Changsheng brushed his clothes. She did not expect that Yan Shisan would age so quickly. In just nearly a year, his hair on his temples had turned gray, and he no longer had the high spirits he had when he went to the Divine Sword Villa.

If seven years pass, wouldn't he really become an old man?

"Death-killing swordsmanship?" the people on the boat asked.

"The fourteenth sword." Gu Changsheng said.

The person on the boat shook his head and said: "I have only taught one person. Maybe ten years later, he can realize the fourteenth form of transformation, but not now."

Gu Changsheng said: "In the past, my father fought with Xiahou Feishan on the cliffs of Huashan Mountain and defeated Xiahou Feishan with the fourteenth form. In the past twenty years, he has been studying how to break this sword technique."

She casually broke a reed, and the thin reed swayed in her hand. The reed slowly thrust forward, and the next moment the wind started.

The flying debris fell to the ground, and her hands became empty again.

The people on the boat nodded, and after a while they suddenly said: "I'm afraid this is not enough."

"For Xie Xiaofeng, who is seeing this sword technique for the first time, it is barely enough."

"The second time, he'll figure out a way to break it."

"Some people are born to shine." Gu Changsheng said.

"Did you deduce this sword?"

"Yes."

The people on the boat didn't speak. Gu Changsheng clapped his hands and sat aside.

"I thought you'd be excited." "A year ago, yes."

"Alas...Duan Shisan." Gu Changsheng sighed.

Today's Yan Shisan is not Yan Shisan, but Duan Shisan.

His original murderous sword had sunk into the lake, and now there were thirteen knives in the boat.

Thirteen knives of various shapes and forms, knives used to save people.

"The man who defeated Xie Xiaofeng can no longer hold a sword." Gu Changsheng said.

Red clay, stove.

Bitter and refreshing tea.

Red clothes and coir raincoats sit opposite each other.

They kept talking, occasionally playing with a reed in their hands, and occasionally thinking about something in silence, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip, continuing the conversation, as if they were old friends they hadn't seen for many years.

Jiang Yuyan was sitting by the river fishing.

The drizzle was drizzling, making circular ripples on the river surface.

No fish was caught, but she enjoyed the process.

It was getting dark.

Jiang Yuyan looked up and saw a black leather box placed on the table in the cabin. The leather box was flat and looked very old. There was a cyan light shining inside.

The light of the blade.

Thirteen knives.

Some are curved like hooks and sickles, some are serrated, some are long and narrow, and some are curved. They all have a common feature, the blades are all thin, thin and sharp.

The topic has changed from swords to medicine.

Yan Shisan talked less and meditated more.

He is a 'surgeon'. Although he also understands meridians, etc., he is not as good as the person in front of him.

Night talk around the fire.

Jiang Yuyan finally caught a fish, took it in her hand, looked at it, and put it back into the river.

She clapped her hands, dipped her feet in the water, blew the cool evening breeze, and her broken hair brushed her cheeks, and suddenly she felt a sincere tranquility.

From sitting in the morning until night, Gu Changsheng finally got up.

Yan Shisan put away the tea set and the leather box, watched Gu Changsheng jump off the boat, walked to his companion and squatted down, like a close sister, wiped her feet with the hem of his skirt, pulled her up, and then put her Wave your hands.

"Which one is better, being a swordsman or being a healer?" She suddenly stopped and asked.

Yan Shisan thought for a while.

"The moment when the enemy's blood is shed, and the moment when you save someone's life, they feel the same."

"Is it the feeling of being in control of your life?"

"Probably...maybe, it can make people feel that they are still alive."

"When that sword is created, I will come again."

Without saying another word, the two people walked through the reeds and slowly moved away in the night.

It's as if no one has ever been here, the boat is still a boat, a lonely boat with a light like a bean on the boat.

Yan Shisan sat on the bow of the boat, his body swaying gently with the hull of the boat, and he looked at the night sky.

Its daybreak. The sun shines and the earth shines.

it's dark.

The moonlight is bright and the stars are in the sky.

The fragrance of the vegetation in the reeds is carried by the breeze, and it is almost summer.

It seemed like a dream.

The woman in red was sitting by the river, discussing swords with him.

On medicine.

On Jianghu.

A pot of tea is filled with red dust.

This woman of unknown origin seemed to be proficient in everything, especially her superb medical skills and Qi-moving methods. He had never heard of this person in the world, but he had no doubt that she was a strange person.

The river flows and the boat floats on the water.

He turned around, and his tired and aging eyes became indescribably bright, like the stars on an autumn night.

(End of this chapter)