Volume 11 Seven Weapons: The Farewell Hook Chapter 305 Blue Mountain Ancient Sword
Besiege Wei to rescue Zhao.
This is an ancient tactical experience passed down from the Warring States Period. It has been regarded as a guiding principle by military strategists throughout history and is naturally very effective.
Su Weiyun also used this very effective method at this time.
When the snake sword in Ying Wuwu's hand stabbed at Yang Zheng's Adam's apple, his Xiaoxiang sword also stabbed at Ying Wuwu's eyebrows at the same time.
Ying Wuwu's swordsmanship is very fast, so fast that people cannot react in time.
The sword came breaking through the wind, like a long-hidden poisonous snake quickly shooting out venom, seemingly able to kill its prey on the spot.
Su Weiyun's sword was very slow.
It was as slow as an old monk getting up in the morning and hitting the morning bell with a wooden stake, ringing the alarm for all things in the world.
Although Su Weiyun's swordsmanship was slow, Ying Wuwu had a feeling that after killing Yang Zheng, he would not have time to dodge and would be pierced through the eyebrows by the sword.
The old monk holds the stake and strikes the bell to ring the morning light. Perhaps the speed is a little slow, but the stake will eventually fall on the bronze bell, and the morning light will surely come.
Ying Wuwu knew he couldn't dodge, so he had to retract his sword and use his own sword to block Su Weiyun's sword.
clang!
The two swords collided, one fast and one slow, and crossed each other in mid-air in a strange trajectory.
Ying Wuwu's hand trembled, he took a half step back, and suddenly picked up the bamboo stick again.
"Good swordsmanship."
These three words were spoken simultaneously by Mr. Lan and Ying Wuwu.
Ying Wuwu suddenly said: "Lan Yichen, your swordsmanship is known for being calm and steady. You practice the heavy sword art. But in my opinion, his swordsmanship is three points more stable than yours."
Mr. Lan didn't take it seriously. He wiped his Blue Mountain Ancient Sword and chuckled, "You want to provoke me to fight him? Then why did you come here?"
Nothing should be silent.
Yang Zheng was not frightened by Ying Wuwu's deadly sword, and said, "Yes, you clearly wanted to fight with swords, but you wanted him and Brother Su to fight first, then you might as well not fight!"
Ying Wuwu's expression slightly changed, and he asked, "Your last name is Su? Which Su?"
Su Weiyun said: "Su in Su Weiyun."
Ying Wuwu's pair of white eyes suddenly flashed a sharp light, as if the ancient iceberg suddenly began to move, and the long-sleeping winter snake woke up again.
"Su Weiyun...Su Weiyun, what a nice name, and great swordsmanship!"
Su Weiyun cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the compliment, old man."
After hearing the name "Su Weiyun", Ying Wuwu suddenly inserted the snake sword back into the bamboo stick, turned around and walked away, walking very fast without even stopping for a quarter of an hour.
"I'll come back to see you."
He only left these six words and then disappeared.
"Phew, what a blessing !"
Yang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Su Weiyun: "Now I owe you two favors."
"It's just a small favor. No thanks."
Yang Zheng said: "I must thank you. I can't afford to owe others a favor."
The two turned around and suddenly found that Mr. Lan was staring at Yang Zheng with a strange look and said, "I don't owe you a favor. You look very similar to someone I met before."
Yang Zheng did not ask who that person was, and Mr. Lan did not say anything else.
Instead, he looked at Su Weiyun and said, "I also want to thank you for helping me scare off the powerful enemy. I want to say a few more words to you."
Yang Zheng already understood what he meant.
"I've been busy all day and I'm very sleepy. I'd better go home and sleep. I have work to do tomorrow."
After saying this, Yang Zheng left immediately and went back to his home.
Mr. Lan watched him walk away and sighed slowly, "I have always envied people like him. At least he has a family, unlike us."
People in the underworld have no home. Once they enter the underworld, they will always have to face countless grudges, interests, vendettas, and conspiracies, and they cannot stop for even a moment.
Su Weiyun didn't know why Mr. Lan was so emotional.
Mr. Lan said, "I recognize him. His father was Yang Hen, a famous thief who roamed the martial arts world decades ago. He was also a very good friend of mine. He is exactly like him, both in appearance and personality."
Su Weiyun asked: "Yang Hen?"
Mr. Lan laughed and said, "The notoriety of 'Parting Hook' Yang Hen in the martial arts world back then was no less than that of the current Man-Eating Lion King! It's a pity that he has been dead for many years."
Su Weiyun asked: "What exactly do you want to say ?"
Mr. Lan said: "The martial arts that Yang Hen relied on to become famous back then were obtained from Ying Wuwu!"
Su Weiyun asked: "He also uses the snake sword?"
Mr. Lan shook his head and said, "No. Ying Wuwu handed him an incomplete ancient sword manual. Originally, each move was missing half. Who knew that Yang Hentian was a genius and could actually use a strange 'parting hook' to perform that kind of martial arts!"
He told this old story with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
As the spring flowers bloomed, he seemed to recall his days as a young swordsman.
Su Weiyun sighed: "That martial arts must be very powerful."
He understood that, just like the left-hand sword technique, victory could be achieved by surprise. The more bizarre and mysterious the moves, the less likely the enemy would expect them.
Mr. Lan suddenly said, "It's not that great actually."
Su Weiyun said: "Oh?"
Mr. Lan said: "Ying Wuwu has more powerful martial arts that he has not yet brought out."
Su Weiyun asked: "What kind of martial arts is that?"
Mr. Lan said, “I don’t know.”
He suddenly stared at Su Weiyun and said word by word: "But Di Qinglin knows!"
"Because Di Qinglin is Ying Wuwu's last disciple!"
Su Weiyun's expression changed. Only then did he understand why Ying Wuwu was so surprised to hear his name, and then he immediately fled away.
Mr. Lan went on to say, “There is even a rumor that before Di Qinglin’s mother got married, Ying Wuwu was her close friend.”
How could a man enter and leave a woman's boudoir at will?
The meaning is self-evident.
Originally she was an unmarried girl, waiting for the man to marry her; but unexpectedly, the man she waited for was a noble man, and Xiao Lang was just a passerby. Such stories are not uncommon.
Su Weiyun said: "You mean Di Qinglin is very likely Ying Wuwu..."
Mr. Lan interrupted him and said, "I didn't say that."
Su Weiyun nodded and said, "Okay. What else do you want to say?"
Mr. Lan said, "I'm telling you this because I want you to be alert to Ying Wuwu and Di Qinglin. Your provocation of Di Qinglin at Mudan Villa is known to everyone in the world, and he will definitely not let you go easily."
Su Weiyun said: "There is bound to be a battle between him and me."
Mr. Lan said, "Well, since you have made up your mind, I will not persuade you any more. Now I only have one thing to settle with you."
Su Weiyun asked, "Oh? What did you want to end?"
Mr. Lan said in a deep voice: "Ying Wuwu said that your sword is more stable than mine. I want to see whether your sword is heavier or mine is more stable!"
Su Weiyun was surprised and asked, "You want to duel with me?"
Mr. Lan said sternly, "Yes! Why don't you draw your sword?!"
He moved his arm, the sword flipped, and the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword swayed in a pure blue like the sky.
No one could have imagined that he would suddenly ask for a "fight of swords", and the opponent was the benefactor who had helped him to scare off his enemies before.
Is it true that there is not room for even a grain of sand in his divine eyes?
Su Weiyun pondered for a moment, then slowly drew out his sword and hung it by his side.
Mr. Lan held the ancient sword horizontally in front of his chest.
Neither of them moved.
As still as a mountain.
The night is getting darker.
The lights in the small town in the distance gradually went out, and the entire night sky became quiet.
Occasionally birds circled, but for some reason, they did not dare to fly over the two people's heads and just avoided them from a distance.
Did they also feel that terrifying sword energy and murderous intent?
Both men held their swords steadily.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, an hour...
Two hours have passed.
Su Weiyun and Mr. Lan didn't move at all.
The wind blows from time to time.
The wind on a spring night is very intoxicating, bringing waves of floral scent.
The green grass growing beside the path was still swaying and shaking.
Although Mr. Lan's hands were still steady, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.
Su Weiyun closed her eyes, her expression remained calm.
After a while, the sweat on Mr. Lan's face slowly slid down his mouth and chin.
drop.
There was a barely audible sound.
A drop of sweat fell on the blue sky and spotless Blue Mountain ancient sword.
Mr. Lan's hand suddenly trembled, and he slowly put it down and said, "I lost."
Su Weiyun opened his eyes and said, "Thank you."
The two men didn't even draw their swords, but the winner was decided.
It's late at night and no one is around. Mountain birds are flying.
Mr. Lan inserted the ancient sword back into his back and said solemnly: "On March 28, Divine Eyes and Divine Sword Lan Yichen was defeated by Su Weiyun. I am convinced and willing to admit defeat."
Su Weiyun seemed to understand something and continued, "Since Lan Yichen's defeat, he has become disheartened and retired from the sword. His great reputation and glorious achievements now belong to 'Man-eating Lion King' Su Weiyun."
Mr. Lan showed a hint of warmth in his eyes and bowed, "Thank you!"
Just as Su Weiyun was about leave, Mr. Lan pulled out a blue secret book from his bosom and said, "I had a fortuitous encounter in my early years and got a secret book about the wonderful use of sword energy. I used it to kill many powerful enemies. I have never had a disciple to teach me martial arts. Treasures cannot be covered in dust, so I will give this secret book to you."
Mr. Lan suddenly swung his sword, and the sword light surged. The blade of the three-foot-seven-inch long sword seemed to have suddenly grown another three feet. There was an extra blue light on the tip of the sword, which was elastic and dazzling, just like the legendary sword energy.
The sword energy was imminent, and with a "crack" sound, a tree seven feet away was suddenly broken in half.
Mr. Lan handed the secret book to Su Weiyun again, turned around and left without saying a word, gradually disappearing into the mountains in the darkness of the night.
