Volume 11 Seven Weapons: The Farewell Hook Chapter 304: Two Great Swords
Sunset, red clouds.
The sky is full of red clouds.
A blind fortune teller wearing grey clothes and beating a gong was walking under the red sky. His lonely figure seemed a little desolate.
He held a bamboo stick in his hand and walked out of a woods at the end of the path. The sound of gongs drifted away with the evening breeze. Although it was not pleasant to the ear, it sounded like music at dusk.
There was no expression on the blind man's face. To him, the joys and sorrows of life seemed like just a dream.
As soon as the gong sounded, Su Weiyun's hand stopped.
Yang Zheng asked curiously, "Did something get into the noodle soup? No way, Lao Zhang's noodles are the cleanest within a ten-mile radius."
Su Weiyun slowly shook his head and said, "No."
The blind fortune teller had walked past the noodle stall and headed towards the other end of the road, heading into the distance.
Just as the blind man walked past Yang Zheng, he suddenly moved.
The movement was not particularly obvious, but Su Weiyun could feel it.
At that moment, all the muscles in Yang Zheng's body tensed up immediately and he entered a state of alert, just like a sharp cheetah smelling danger.
Su Weiyun said to him: "You felt it too?"
Yang Zheng nodded, and then hesitantly said, "A close friend of mine once told me that a martial arts master who has killed countless people will usually carry an invisible murderous aura, just like a sword that has hurt countless people."
The sword is sharp and life is murderous.
This statement is not wrong, and the person who said it is most likely a martial arts master who has killed countless people.
Su Weiyun suddenly became curious about this captain .
The blind man walked away, one step deep and one step shallow.
Yang Zheng continued, "Let's just eat noodles. It has nothing to do with us if a martial arts expert passes by."
Just as Su Weiyun was about to pick up her chopsticks, she heard another voice.
"One or two small noodles, clear soup. Don't add anything else."
Next to the noodle stall, a man wearing a wide-brimmed bamboo hat and blue clothes walked over.
He wore his bamboo hat very low, not only covering his eyebrows and eyes, but also hiding his entire face in the shadow of the hat.
He also has a sword.
The sword is behind his back.
It was a long sword in a cowhide scabbard, at least seven or eight inches longer than the swords used by ordinary people. The scabbard was already very worn, but the hilt was wrapped with brand new blue silk, and the brass hilt and the scabbard were also polished very brightly.
When Yang Zheng caught a glimpse of the sword out of the corner of his eye, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he felt the same warning sign as before.
Could this be another martial arts master?
Why did two martial arts masters suddenly come to this ordinary little town?
The man in blue ate very slowly and carefully, as if he was afraid that a fly would land in his noodles. He was already eating the whitest clear soup noodles, but he still seemed to think it was not clean enough.
It was only a small portion of noodles, but he chewed it slowly and took a quarter of an hour to finish it.
The man in blue shirt finally stood up, paid the bill, and left.
Old man Zhang went to collect the bowls, and there was still some white noodles left in them. He looked at them carefully and exclaimed in surprise, "How evil! This man is really powerful."
Yang Zheng asked: "What's so great?"
Old Man Zhang said, "Small shops use big pots to cook noodles, so it's inevitable that a few noodles will break when cooked, and it's also inevitable that a few noodles will break when scooping out the noodles. But this guy actually left all the broken noodles in the bowl without touching a single one."
This requires not only patience, but also a pair of eyes that can see clearly and distinguish things.
Su Weiyun pointed at the noodles in the bowl and said with a smile: "This is the first time I heard of this way of eating noodles. It seems that I am inferior to him."
Old man Zhang suddenly said mysteriously: "But I know for sure that he is here to kill people."
Su Weiyun said: "Oh? You know that too?"
Old Man Zhang said, "I've been on the battlefield before, and the feeling he gave me was exactly the same as the feeling I had on the battlefield, with a murderous look on his face."
Yang Zheng suddenly stood up.
"Lao Zhang, please take Brother Su to the inn. I have something to do."
As he said this, he was about to leave in a hurry.
Su Weiyun asked: "Are you going to find them?"
Yang Zheng said: "This is my territory, I will never allow anyone to be killed here!"
Su Weiyun sighed, "Even the chief constable of the Six Gates can't control the killings in the martial arts world."
Yang Zheng said: "I am not the chief constable of the Six Gates, how can I care?"
He actually chased after the man in blue.
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Dusk is coming.
The distant mountains are as black as ink.
The sky and the earth seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy ink, all gray, like a famous ink painting.
The blind fortune teller beat the gong and slowly walked to the path at the foot of the mountain.
The man in blue shirt walked towards him, and they both stopped at the same time at a certain distance.
The blind fortune teller asked, "Is the person coming Mr. Lan Yichen, the 'Divine Eyes and Divine Sword'?"
Mr. Lan said: "The Blind Sword should be nothing. You are blind, but you can still see me?"
Ying Wuwu said: "Although my eyes are blind, my heart is not blind. I can see the sword energy and murderous aura in you!"
Mr. Lan said, "But you have something in your mind, and you want to compete with me."
He could obviously see the murderous aura in Ying Wuwu.
Ying Wuwu said coldly: "I have learned swordsmanship for thirty years, but I still have a wish that has not been fulfilled. I want to see whether your 'divine eyes' are sharper or my blind eyes are more powerful!"
Mr. Lan slowly drew out the sword from behind him.
It was an ancient sword, a sky blue, crude long sword.
The sword is not only wide but also long. When held in Mr. Lan's hand, it has an aura as heavy as the earth and as steady as a mountain.
Ying Wuwu also pulled out a sword from his bamboo stick, the Snake Sword.
The sword was not only narrow, but also dangerous, winding down. Looking at this sword, it was like seeing a real poisonous snake.
Ying Wuwu suddenly said, "Isn't it dark now? Why don't we fight again tomorrow?"
"Why?"
"It's dark now. You'll become blind even if you have eyes. I don't want to defeat you!"
Mr. Lan said: "You are wrong. I have a pair of divine eyes. Even in the dark, I can still see!"
Ying Wuwu moved his hand and threw the bamboo stick down. The sword's light flickered and was ready to stab out at any time!
Suddenly there was a sound of flying footsteps on the path: "Wait a minute, you can't fight!"
Yang Zheng had already arrived. He said, "I am the chief constable here. In my territory, no one can commit brutal and murderous acts. It does not matter who you are."
Su Weiyun followed behind him slowly, and suddenly a complicated look appeared in her eyes when she looked at him, which contained both admiration and envy.
——Foul play in the underworld, life for life, things that even the chief constable of the Six Gates couldn't handle, but he dared to take care of it.
——He dares to stand up and maintain peace.
——Just based on this point, he is much stronger than most people in the world.
Ying Wuwu's face was completely expressionless. He shook the snake sword in his hand and stabbed out many times in succession. Looking again, Yang Zheng's clothes had been cut into thirteen slits.
"Can you really manage it?"
Yang Zheng said: "Unless you kill me, I will never let you kill anyone!"
Ying Wuwu said: "Okay!"
He really drew his sword, and the first move he made was a fatal one.
Of course Su Weiyun couldn't watch Yang Zheng die in front of her.
So Su Weiyun also drew his sword at the same moment , and it was also a fatal move!
