We are young students, full of vigor and vitality.
He pointed out the mountains and rivers, wrote inspiring articles, and regarded all the nobles of that time as dirt.
Do you remember paddling in the middle of the river, with the waves stopping the boat from flying
One was the White-clothed Azure Dragon Mo Qingdi, one of the three dragons among the Three Dragons and Seven Tigers of China, and the other was Chiba Hyobu, the Sword God of the East, who was worshipped as a god by the warriors of the whole country. The two were not talking about the secrets of cultivation or the supreme swordsmanship.
They were just like two ordinary middle-aged men, competing to see who had drunk the strongest liquor and bragging about who had slept with the most beautiful woman.
They competed like children and commented like perverts. If the outside world knew about this, they would be shocked.
But who can understand their sad mood at this moment
It's more of a mockery than a show-off.
Because what they are talking about now is all the peak of their lives that have been lost and can never be returned.
They are like two injured wolf kings, leaning on each other for warmth. Their existence itself is a kind of comfort to each other.
"It's been more than 20 years since we last met." The old drunkard was in a leisurely mood, holding a wine gourd and pouring wine for himself. He didn't treat Qianye Bingbu as a guest, but chatted with him like an old friend. Although the two hadn't seen each other for so many years, they didn't feel strange at all. The friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water. Perhaps, this is the friendship between men. "Fang Yan said you were coming over. I was looking forward to your coming, but also afraid of your coming. Red flowers fade, and green leaves wither. The cruelest thing in life is not living in a deep valley all your life, but that you finally climbed from the deep valley to the top of the mountain, but were kicked down by someone - what's the point of seeing a disabled person?"
Qianye Bingbu put down the wine jar, looked at the old drunkard and asked, "Why do you see me again?"
"Because I'm afraid," the old drunkard said. "When I realize that I'm afraid to see you, I have to see you. I don't believe in gods or Buddhas, and I'm not afraid of ghosts or gods. How can I be afraid to see people?"
"That's a good reason." Chiba Hyobu said. "I'm just like you. I'm also afraid to meet you. But I still want to come and see you."
The old drunkard took a sip of wine and didn't respond, waiting for Chiba Bingbu to continue.
"Twenty years ago, I was full of confidence to conquer China, but you and I beat me back to my original form. I stayed indoors for twenty years because I was afraid." Qianye Bingbu said. "Not because I was afraid of losing, but because I was afraid of not winning. Every time I mustered up my courage and thought of the battle at Eight Snake Mountain, another voice in my heart would tell me that you are strong, but he is stronger. You can't win. I mustered up my courage again and again, and gave up again and again. Later, my son Qianye Haowu got into trouble in China and got injured, so I made up my mind to come here - not to avenge my son, but because I thought I had to come here. Only after fighting with you in person can I know the winner and the gap between us. Otherwise, I can only live in fear for the rest of my life."
"I understand." The old drunkard raised his wine gourd to Qianye Bingbu. "I toast to you."
The old drunkard likes to drink but never toasts to others. This is the first time he has raised his glass in all these years.
Qianye Bingbu took a sip from the wine jar, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "I still don't have the confidence to win this time, but I can't wait any longer - because I'm worried that the longer I wait, the less courage I will have. I will be trapped on the island for the rest of my life, and I will never have the chance to set foot on land."
"glad you came."
"It's an honor for you to meet me."
The old drunkard asked, "Fight again today?"
"We must fight today." Qianye Bingbu said firmly. He had been waiting for this battle for more than 20 years. He had also been preparing for more than 20 years. How could he give up so easily
This is the inner demon that has troubled him for half his life, and this is the cause and effect that motivates him to work hard.
The old drunkard laughed and said, "One has lost half of his internal strength, and the other has lost all his killing intent - why are they fighting?"
"Fight for the sake of fighting." Chiba Hyobu said. "The outcome of the battle at Hachisama was still undecided, and I still feel regretful. I always feel that you owe me one, and I owe you one, so let's settle it today. Because we both know that after today, there will be no more chances."
"As you wish." said the old drunkard.
Chiba Hyobu's dirty hand suddenly reached into the wine jar, and grabbed it with force, as if he was trying to pick up something.
What he grabbed was the wine, the strong and fiery burning knife.
The wine was invisible, but after being controlled by his strong energy, it turned into a rectangular sword shape.
He pulled the long sword into the air, but the wine sword in his hand did not break or shatter, and not a drop of wine splashed.
This person's control over his energy has reached perfection, like magic.
Chiba Hyobu held a big sword in his hand and slashed at the old drunkard not far away.
One sword can shock the gods and split the mountains with force.
The wine sword was like an iron sword, making a crackling sound as it was swung.
The air blocking in front was split by him, and the space appeared in a deformed and distorted posture due to his ghostly speed and tremendous force.
puff!
The old drunkard sleeping on the recliner suddenly spat out the wine in his mouth, and countless streams of wine turned into countless small swords, rushing towards the heavy sword that was coming towards him.
Bang bang bang-----
The huge wine sword and countless small swords collided with each other, and actually made a crisp sound of metal and stone colliding.
The wine sword was chopped into pieces by the sharp blade of the small sword. The fallen sword body immediately turned into a stream of hot water, and then evaporated and disappeared into thin air in an instant.
The direction of the heavy sword did not change, but the speed became even more ferocious. It slashed towards Mo Qingdi with an unstoppable attitude.
After tearing off some of the giant sword's body, countless small swords swarmed towards Chiba Hyobu on the opposite side like moths.
Snap-----
The rattan chair that Mo Qingdi had just sat on was split in half by the wine sword, and even the blue brick floor was cut into deep grooves by the sword energy. It was as smooth and easy as cutting tofu with a knife.
Bang, bang, bang, bang----
Countless small swords pierced the wall behind Qianye Bingbu, making countless small holes in the white wall. Outside each small hole, there was a pool of wine, which was the result of the energy in the wine sword disappearing and dispersing.
Mo Qingdi disappeared from the rattan chair, and Qianye Bingbu also jumped up from the floor where he had just sat.
The two stood in the yard at the same time, looking at each other.
Qianye Bingbu looked at the old drunkard, sighed softly and said: "If it were twenty years ago, this sword would have crushed my heavy sword into pieces. It's a pity that it will be difficult to see such a miracle again."
"You only have sword energy but no killing intent, why is that?" Mo Qingdi asked back. "A sword without killing intent is only 90% powerful."
"Because I don't want to kill you." Chiba Hyobu said.
"This is really a troublesome matter." said the old drunkard.
"Yes, it's really a troublesome matter." Qianye Bingbu said. "Your strength is not even 50% of what it was back then. You can still thrust one more sword with your left hand - it's hard for me to dodge that sword. I didn't dodge that sword back then."
"It's better to miss each other than to meet." The old drunkard said in a gloomy voice. If we can't fight to the death, what's the point of fighting like this? What's the difference between this and playing house between children
They have seen too much of the extraordinary, so what they are afraid of now is this kind of lifeless and tasteless mediocrity.
"Yeah. It's better to miss each other than to meet." Chiba Hyobu said. "You want to die?"
"You don't want to live either."
"We really think alike." said Chiba Bingbu.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
During the fight just now, Chiba Bingbu almost killed the old drunkard, but he stopped.
The old drunkard almost stabbed Chiba Hyobu to death, but he held back.
They were all desperate people, so desperate that they were willing to die at the hands of the swords of their most respected opponents.
"We should drink another big jar." said the old drunkard.
Qianye Bingbu refused and said, "If you drink any more, you will get drunk. It is more important to do business. When this matter is done, you can drink as much as you want-----"
"Then let's do the work first." said the old drunkard. "Whoever wins will toast to the other one."
"Thank you for your help." Chiba Bingbu said seriously.
Chiba Hyobu broke off a branch from the pear tree above his head, broke off the fork on the branch, and then used the crooked branch to make a sword.
Mo Qingdi raised his toes and grabbed a mop in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the mop's cloth strips flew off, and the long stick in his hand became a sharp spear.
"Take my sword." Qianye Bingbu said solemnly. "This is the sword I have been thinking about day and night, and it is also the sword that has given me the deepest insights in the past twenty years. I have always wanted to bring it to see you. I named this sword Wuyi. Be careful."
"Okay." The old drunkard nodded seriously.
Chiba's military department took action.
Chiba Hyobu clearly moved, but his body remained standing in the same place.
That was just his afterimage, and the mysterious figure that looked like an afterimage was Chiba Hyobu's real body.
Because his speed was so fast, it created an illusion for people's eyes, making it seem that Chiba Hyobu was standing still.
He thrust the sword straight out.
Stab out the long sword made of branches.
A straight sword, a flat sword.
It was like an ordinary man holding a branch and stabbing it towards his enemy's chest. Nothing fancy, nothing amazing, no thunder and lightning, no powerful energy.
That was a tree branch, and that was an ordinary sword stabbed by an ordinary person.
It looks extremely disappointing.
However, the old drunkard couldn't help but raise his sleepy eyelids, and his confused eyes were full of light. His expression became more serious than ever before. It was as if he had seen a pile of gold, or a piece of rare treasure.
Ten thousand swords become one!
It takes ten thousand sword moves to condense into this one sword, and it takes ten thousand changes to interpret into this one sword.
Life is endless!
No change is the biggest change, because there are countless changes at any time.
Without tracks, there is no trace.
Without sword intent, there is no intent to defend.
After twenty years of sword training, he finally stabbed out this sword. Chiba Hyobu is worthy of being called the Sword God of the East.
(PS: Thank you to Xingye Xie for the 10,000-dollar reward. He has been the most supportive reader of the day and the most supportive reader of the month for several days in a row. Rich people are so willful.
In addition, the book review area grabbing activity of "The Ultimate Teacher" sponsored by Xingye Xie will officially start at midnight on the 27th. Interested friends can take a look at the book review area activity post. There are Zongheng coins and Lao Liu's autographed books to be won... (To be continued)