Volume 11 Seven Weapons: The Farewell Hook
In fact, many times, inferiority and arrogance refer to the same type of people.
Chapter 298 Reunion
March 3rd, spring.
Su Weiyun practiced "Left-Right Fighting" for more than three months before he made some progress.
The so-called "drawing a square with the left hand and a circle with the right hand" is just the basic requirement for getting started.
The real sophistication of this unique skill lies in the fact that two martial arts are used at the same time, yet they complement each other and one person is equivalent to two people.
The two people need to get used to each other, and the two martial arts also need to get used to each other. How to make two completely different martial arts merge into one and turn it into a set of moves that suits one's heart is the most difficult and requires the most thought.
Su Weiyun felt that he needed to train in actual combat, and July was the deadline for the bet he had made with the old man.
So he finally prepared to go down the mountain.
…
Liu Changjie and the old man came to see him off.
The cool breeze is blowing and spring is in full swing.
Wolf Mountain is covered with colorful flowers, which are very beautiful. Green grass grows lushly, connecting the lake and the mountain.
None of the three spoke. Su Weiyun bowed to them and was about to leave.
Liu Changjie suddenly asked, "Wu Ming, don't you plan to return the sword to Young Master Su?"
The old man smiled and said, "I've already prepared it."
Suddenly, a scholar in a Confucian robe, a tall hat, wide sleeves and official shoes came behind him. He held a sword in his left hand and a gold-embossed invitation card in his right hand.
He raised the sword and the invitation at the same time, upright, above the tip of his eyebrows, and then slowly handed them to Su Weiyun, as if he was completing some solemn ceremony.
The old man smiled and said, "Minister He is always like this, don't be surprised."
Su Weiyun was not surprised. In his eyes, there was no such person as Minister He at all.
From the moment he saw the sword, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
"How many times have I been in front of the wind and under the moon, with floating clouds and flying catkins, and my shadow is heading towards Xiaoxiang?"
Xiaoxiang Sword.
This sword is the Xiaoxiang Sword.
——A sword is like a swordsman's wife.
It is impossible to verify who first said this sentence.
But it is not entirely correct, because some swordsmen even regard their swords as more precious than their wives.
Su Weiyun took a deep breath, held the Xiaoxiang sword, looked at it again and again, and stroked it again and again. From the sword body to the hilt, it was still smooth.
The Xiaoxiang Sword was not covered in dust.
The old man said, "The sword was given to me by Ximen Yu on his own initiative. I had no intention of stealing it, but I have been keeping it well."
When Su Weiyun lost all his martial arts, Ximen Yu took away his sword. Although he later killed Ximen Yu, he never got the sword back.
Unexpectedly, it was presented to the old man by Ximen Yushang.
"I sent someone to fetch it from a thousand miles away some time ago when the diary was written. I hope you can forgive me for the delay."
The old man calmly returned the sword to Su Weiyun and asked him to kill the talented disciple he had chosen.
He actually smiled and said, "I wish you a safe trip and a safe return."
Su Weiyun cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."
Then he went down the mountain and walked away.
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"There is nothing here except wine in full jars and thousands of famous horses. If you have time, why don't you come?"
The content of the invitation was just a few words, written as follows.
This is an invitation sent by Qiu Xingjian, the second general manager of Guandong Sunset Racecourse, on behalf of Boss Jin.
This was the first Spring Country Horse Riding and Selling Event held by Sunset Horse Farm in the interior of the country. The event was held at the summer resort of Mr. Hua Si, a wealthy man in Luoyang known as “Flower Blooming and Fortune Glorious”, and was held on the full moon of March.
He who does not love famous horses is not a hero.
If a famous horse falls into the hands of a fool, wouldn't it be like a beautiful woman being entrusted to a bad man, which would make the hero feel regretful?
So Wan Junwu finally arrived.
Speaking of the "Heshuo Hero" Wan Junwu, there are not many people who don't know him.
He made his debut at the age of fourteen, killed people at the age of sixteen, and became famous for the "Fish Scale Purple Gold Knife" in his hand when he was twenty-three. He had chopped off countless enemies' heads.
However, when he was forty years old, he suddenly announced that he would retire from martial arts and never get involved in the world again.
He did not bring his knife this time, but he had three other knives with him to protect him.
His senior brother is Xu Tong, also known as the Wansheng Knife; his favorite disciple is Fang Cheng, also known as the Fast Knife; and his best friend is Gao Feng, also known as the Ruyi Knife.
He is forty-six years old, and his ability in judging horses and drinking is as good as his swordsmanship.
March 17th, Peony Villa.
Wan Junwu was lazily lying on a soft chair made of soft rattan, his eyes half closed and half open. No one could tell whether he was looking at the horses down the hillside.
At the foot of the hill, peonies are in full bloom, and in a horse stable surrounded by a wooden fence, there are always fine horses prancing around.
Qiu Xingjian led one high-quality horse after another, but he didn't seem very satisfied with any of them.
Until he saw the last stable, there were only a dozen skinny horses left over from people's pick. Among them was one with yellow and brown fur, and its body was as thin as a bow. It stood alone in a corner of the stable, looking lazy and listless.
But it kept a distance from other horses, as if it disdained to associate with them.
Qiu Xingjian, the second manager of Sunset Horse Farm, asked, "Is that the horse that Mr. Wan likes?"
Wan Jun Wu Dao: "That's it!"
Qiu Xingjian said: "That horse is a drunkard. If there is no alcohol in the horse feed, it will not eat even a bite."
Wan Junwu stood up suddenly, his eyes sparkling, and said: "This is a real thousand-mile horse, the best of all the horses here!"
Qiu Xingjian was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his thumb and said, "Master Wan really has good eyesight!"
The crowd exclaimed in admiration, and some even rushed to bid for it. In a short while, the price of this horse named "Old Wine" soared to nine thousand five hundred taels.
This price is not low.
Wan Junwu then slowly nodded, stretched out three fingers and waved them in front of Chief Steward Qiu Xingjian.
Qiu Xingjian immediately said in a loud voice: "Mr. Wan offers thirty thousand taels of silver. Is there anyone who can offer a higher price?"
Everyone shut up.
Suddenly, a voice came out: "I'll offer 30,000 and 3 taels. No matter how much someone offers, I'll offer 3 taels more than him!"
The person who spoke was Di Qinglin.
Only a chivalrous young man like him would spend a fortune just for a famous horse, and even go so far as to offend the powerful hero in Hebei.
She was dressed in snow-white clothes, spotless, and had a pale and handsome face that always looked cold and indifferent, with an expression that seemed to be neither a smile nor a smile.
The hereditary first-class marquis, Young Marquis Di, Di Qinglin.
He is here too.
A look of joy appeared on Qiu Xingjian's face, but before he could go up to greet it, another voice rang out.
"Then I will offer one million taels. If Young Marquis Di can come up with one million and three taels, I will give the good horse to you."
The sound didn't sound loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone .
Wan Junwu's expression changed and he asked, "Who are you?"
As soon as he asked this question, a swordsman appeared before him.
He was wearing linen clothes, short tight pants, and a pair of shoes with three holes in them. Compared with Di Qinglin, this man's attire was like heaven and earth.
It's not just Di Qinglin , he seems a little out of tune with everyone around him.
It's just like the horse "Laojiu" who doesn't join the herd with other horses.
The most unusual thing about him is that the sword at his waist is hanging on the right side.