Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 157 The Art of Murder

"Let me tell you a few stories." The young man named Nangong Chunshui shook his sleeves and cleared his throat.

Baili Dongjun immediately sat upright. Although he changed his name and appearance, he is still a gentleman after all.

"When I was 16 years old, there was a well-known young talent in the Jianghu. He was called Wuyi Lang. He liked to wear a black suit and hold a jade sword. He was from the Kunlun School. He was called the most talented Kunlun School in a century. disciple. Although he has not shown himself in the Jianghu, his reputation has been widely known in the world. Then that year, he went down the mountain to participate in the Jianghu Conference on behalf of the teacher. On the way, he encountered a group of thugs who were burning, killing and looting. He naturally drew his sword to help , and finally...he was hacked to death by the bandits. That year, he was the hope of the Kunlun faction, and he planned to become famous at the Jianghu Conference." Nangong Chunshui said.

Baili Dongjun thought for a while: "Could it be that his swordsmanship is not worthy of the name?"

"No, Wu Yilang's swordsmanship is very good. I have visited the Kunlun School with my master, and I have seen his swordsmanship. It is elegant and beautiful, and has the charm of the Kunlun School's swordsmanship. Given time, it may not be possible to become a sword fairy." Nangong Chunshui lightly Sigh, a little regret.

Baili Dongjun thought about it again: "Are there any masters among the thugs?"

Nangong Chunshui still shook his head: "A gangster is a gangster. If a person's realm can reach the realm of happiness, why doesn't he become a teacher of a faction, and become that gangster?"

"Brother Nangong, forgive me for not understanding." Baili Dongjun couldn't figure it out.

"Then I'll tell you another story. I had a friend at that time, named Peng Hu, who was born in a back alley. The world bullied him, and he retaliated with his fists. Of course he couldn't beat him, but he didn't get beaten either." Later, his hometown was captured by neighboring countries, and those who bullied him were all dead, but he survived stumblingly. Finally, he found a sword from the pile of corpses and started wandering around the rivers and lakes. He has no teacher , I picked up a sword manual from somewhere, and practiced against it day by day. There are nineteen moves in the sword manual, and he practiced them for 19 years. When I met him, he was already 40 years old. It was still unknown. Later, there was a demon named Lu Yaohua in the Jianghu, who saw people kill people, ghosts and ghosts. The various sects organized several encirclement campaigns but failed. Peng Hu was bumped into by her. The two fought In the end, Peng Hu was seriously injured, and Lu Yaohua was pierced by a sword. From that day on, Peng Hu became famous all over the world. The world wanted to know how Peng Hu killed Lu Yaohua, Peng Hu said It was a sword move, and he demonstrated his sword skills to the visitors. The visitor was shocked, then furious, and walked away. Peng Hu didn't know the reason, but I knew it was because Peng Hu's sword manual was in Jianghu It is very famous in the book, called "Nineteen Styles of Embroidered Sword", a copy of three coins, and can be seen everywhere on the street stalls. It is used by ordinary people to strengthen their bodies. But it is this Nineteen Styles of Embroidered Sword, which has been practiced for 19 years. In the scorching heat, day and night, he practiced non-stop, and he became the sword that became famous all over the world." Nangong Chunshui stretched out his fingers and gestured in the air, then shook his head and smiled, "I miss Ah Hu, People these days don't have such patience."

Baili Dongjun thought for a while combining the two stories, and suddenly realized: "The reason why Wu Yilang was killed when he went down the mountain was because he was beaten less?"

Hearing this answer, Nangong Chunshui looked a little weird, thought for a while, and said, "Then let me tell you the last story. There was once a young man who was full of confidence and carried a sword to the rivers and lakes. Fighting against each other, the young man lost. The young man refused to accept it, and made an agreement with him to fight again. He fought for 12 years in a row. The young man would lose every battle, and he never won. People in the rivers and lakes called "the immortal of the sword". Isn't it funny ?”

Baili Dongjun thought for a while: "It's not that funny."

"It's really not that funny." Nangong Chunshui said seriously, "Because he really became a sword fairy later on. You've seen it, now a sword can attract thunder, and the wind and rain come with a sword. Who will not bow their heads when they see it? Yes, It is the number one master of Nanjue, the rain-born demon."

"That?" Baili Dongjun frowned slightly.

"That's right, the one who beat him every time is Li Changsheng." Nangong Chunshui said calmly, as if Li Changsheng and himself were not alone.

Baili Dongjun recalled the three previous stories again, took a sip of the wine in the wine bag, and wiped his mouth: "I see, it's because Wu Yilang's duel since he was a child was a gentleman's fight, everyone is The same door, so far, has not experienced a real life-and-death battle, so he is not as good as the latter two. At the same time, he is praised too much, even if he is very powerful, but in fact he is not that powerful. He overestimated himself. "

"You're right, I figured out some truths. In the Jianghu, there is never a fear of defeat. As long as you don't die, everything is not over. It's a pity that Mr. Li is dead, and Yu Shengmo has no chance to win in this life hahahaha. Of course, there is another point, Wu Yilang has high hopes, and he learned the supreme sword technique Kunlun Piaomiao Sword." Nangong Chunshui paused, and continued, "But the bandits don't use swordsmanship, they use swords that kill people. Wu Yilang's swordsmanship is too exquisite, but he couldn't find a way to restrain it for a while. In the same way, your Western Chu sword song is the same."

Baili Dongjun touched the cloth on his waist, lowered his head and thought for a while: "Is that so?"

"If you don't believe me, we might as well try it. I'm not lying to you now, but I can still kill you." Nangong Chunshui raised his head suddenly, with a sharp look in his eyes.

Baili Dongjun is also an arrogant person. Hearing this, he frowned slightly: "Brother Nangong, I'm afraid you underestimated me. I am different from that Wu Yilang. I have experienced life and death. The Tianqi City Academy final exam, I can Almost died at the hands of others."

"Really?" Nangong Chunshui suddenly waved his hand, and a long thread flew out, wrapping around Baili Dongjun's ankle, Baili Dongjun hurriedly swung his sword, cut off the long thread, and he raised his head.

"Hit me with a sword!" Nangong Chunshui shouted angrily.

Baili Dongjun didn't hesitate, he swung his sword down, but just as he swung it down, the sword was pulled back suddenly and flew out, nailing it to the pillar. In a moment, Nangong Chunshui stood up and took out the sword. A dagger was pressed against Baili Dongjun's chest.Baili Dongjun was indignant: "Brother Nangong cheated, that thread is weird!"

Nangong Chunshui put away the dagger and tapped his own head with his fingers: "I have 180 years of killing skills written down in my mind. Even if I use all my martial arts, I can still kill you with just a snap of my fingers. If you want to protect me, you must protect yourself first. Take this to practice."

Nangong Chunshui dropped a worn-out sword manual. Baili Dongjun looked down and saw five characters written on it.

"Nineteen Styles of Sword Embroidery".

(End of this chapter)