Volume 11 Seven Weapons: The Farewell Hook Chapter 310: Returning with only one shoe
People who are sentimental have always been sad about separation.
The farewell hook is indeed as poignant and sad as its name.
How can an iron hook that looks like a sword but is not a sword, and like a knife but is not a knife, make people feel sad and beautiful?
But the farewell hook indeed gave Su Weiyun this feeling.
Yang Zheng opened the parting hook from a piece of rag, placed it in his palm, and said to the old man sharpening the knife: "Senior, since you know how to judge swords, can you tell me whether I will be lucky or not?"
The tip of the hook is facing the sky, and the edge of the hook is exposed in the morning sun.
When he found Su Weiyun, he also met the knife sharpening old man and Gao Jianfei.
The knife sharpener looked at him and said, "I have already looked at this hook twenty years ago. There is no need to look at it again."
Yang Zheng was surprised and asked, "Twenty years ago? Senior, do you know my father?"
The knife sharpener said, "You look exactly like Yang Hen!"
"It turns out that the senior is an old friend of my father..."
The knife sharpener said, "But you don't have to worry. You will be safe and sound on your trip, and your life will not be in danger."
Yang Zheng was slightly stunned. Before he could reply, the knife sharpener continued, "It's because someone else has taken on your calamity for you."
"who?!"
"It's him!"
The person the old man sharpening the knife was looking at was Su Weiyun.
However, Su Weiyun was carefully examining the farewell hook, this "sword" that could not be more peculiar.
The parting hook can be considered a hook, but it can also be considered a sword.
It's just a sword that has been scrapped.
The three of them turned their eyes to Su Weiyun, but Su Weiyun suddenly asked, "Why can't this sword be compared?"
The old man sharpening the knife said, "Because it was originally a broken sword that was wasted in the refining process. It looks like a sword but it is not a sword. There is nothing in the sword, so there is no way to identify it."
Su Weiyun asked: "Is it that there is no sword, or that there is no sight?"
The old man sharpening the sword said, "The patterns, grudges, and fate on the sword have all been refined away, so how can we see it?"
Su Weiyun suddenly said: "Okay, I just want to see how powerful the sword that is not a sword is!"
He suddenly drew his sword with his left hand and attacked Yang Zheng. The sword flew out, and three sword flowers rose up and bloomed instantly.
His attack was so fast and his sword was so powerful that the three people on the field were unable to react.
Yang Zheng subconsciously swung out the farewell hook in his hand.
However, he did not block the green-waved Xiaoxiang sword, but used attack as defense, and used attack to overcome attack, and hooked towards Su Weiyun's thigh.
Yang Zheng actually fought with a desperate attitude!
It’s because what he learned was not the famous martial arts, but how to knock people down. For this goal, he can risk his life!
Gao Jianfei's face suddenly changed. He realized that one of them would be injured in the fight between the two, and he was unable to stop it.
Silently, the hook has been swung!
——"Why is this hook called the 'parting hook'?"
——"Because no matter what this hook is hooked on, it will cause separation."
——"If it hooks your hand, your hand will be separated from your wrist; if it hooks your foot, your foot will be separated from your leg; if it hooks your throat, you will be separated from this world."
Yang Zheng hooked Su Weiyun's left leg.
Even if Su Weiyun's sword strike could seriously injure Yang Zheng, his legs would be "separated" from his body.
When the old man sharpening the knife saw this scene, he was suddenly stunned.
What stunned him was not Yang Zheng's hook, but Su Weiyun's leg.
One of Su Weiyun's left legs was missing.
It's not really invisible.
But it is out of touch. Although it is still close at hand, it is like a mirage in the mirror and water, impossible to touch, as if it is no longer there.
——The old man sharpening knives once said: A sword has sword energy, people have human vitality, and all things have their own unique energy.
So the current situation can be said to be: the "qi" in Su Weiyun's left leg is gone.
Su Weiyun skillfully retracted the sword, raised his left foot, touched the ground with only his right foot, flew up, and retreated in a very strange trajectory.
This trajectory is not only erratic, but also impossible to capture, as if it is above a misty snow-capped mountain.
Su Weiyun's movements seemed slow but were actually fast. In the blink of an eye he had already flown five feet away, and the farewell hook indeed did not hook him.
Yang Zheng took back the parting hook with lingering fear and asked, "That move just now was so powerful, could it be the 'Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg'?"
Gao Jianfei smiled bitterly and said, "Absolutely not. If that move just now was a Golden Rooster Stand, I would have swallowed up Brother Su's left leg immediately!"
The light skill that Su Weiyun just performed was so strange and mysterious that it was almost beyond Gao Jianfei's knowledge.
The old man sharpening the knife muttered to himself, looked up at the sky, and no one knew what he was saying.
Su Weiyun put away his sword and stood, his appearance solemn, with an indescribable calmness on his face.
"Where's my 'old wine'?"
The old wine was bought by Di Qinglin for 30,300 taels of silver, and then given to Su Weiyun's Thousand-Li Old Horse.
Yang Zheng replied: "Still in the inn."
Su Weiyun said, "Okay, I will ride this horse and leave. I will definitely reach the Marquis' Mansion within one day."
Yang Zheng frowned and said, "One horse carrying two people may not be enough."
Su Weiyun said: "I'll go, but you won't ."
Yang Zheng said: "How can I not go?"
Su Weiyun said: "Because your horse is not as fast as mine, so you won't go!"
…
Marquis' Mansion.
The mansion is as deep as the sea.
Di Qinglin was receiving Qiu Xingjian, Wang Zhenfei and Hua Siye in his secret sword-testing room.
Wang Zhenfei laughed and said, "Young Marquis, you probably haven't thought that I am the head of the April Hall of the Qinglong Society!"
Di Qinglin said coldly, "Except you, no one can easily exchange the silver for the darts. Who else can it be but you?"
Wang Zhenfei said, "Hahaha, my martial arts skills are not very high, but Lord Longxu still appointed me as the leader of the April Banner. Do you know why?"
Di Qinglin said without hesitation: "Pave the way for me!"
Wang Zhenfei's face changed suddenly, as if he was a fox who was planning to spend the winter peacefully but suddenly fell into a hunter's trap.
Di Qinglin said: "You also know that if the five major forces of the Azure Dragon Society had not been divided and their strength had not been weakened, you would not be worthy of being the leader of the Azure Dragon Society."
"So I should have been the leader of the April Banner of the Azure Dragon Society. If I kill you, I will become the new leader of the April Banner."
Wang Zhenfei was slightly stunned, but he could still laugh: "Young Marquis is right, I am not worthy of it."
Hua Siye was also laughing, and Qiu Xingjian was also laughing.
Di Qinglin asked, "You are still laughing, is it because you think I have been poisoned by you?"
The smile on Qiu Xingjian's face was the first to freeze.
Di Qinglin asked, "Are you still wondering why my poison hasn't taken effect yet?"
Wang Zhenfei stopped laughing.
Di Qinglin asked, "How can Fourth Master Hua still laugh?"
He seemed to be in a good mood, so I asked him a little more.
Mr. Hua Si laughed and said, "I am just a person who is afraid of death and I am also a rich man. It doesn't matter which side I join. The young marquis will definitely not kill me."
Di Qinglin only said three words.
"You are wrong."
Di Qinglin suddenly drew his sword, and brilliant sword light flashed by, densely packed and overlapping, covering the entire room.
No one can describe this brilliant, glorious and dazzling sword light.
No one could describe the cold look in Di Qinglin's eyes when he looked at them for the last time.
By the time the sword light faded, all three men had fallen down.
Although Wang Zhenfei is not a powerful master, he is definitely not weak. There are very few swords that can kill him, and the sword that can kill three of them at the same time must be extremely fast.
Di Qinglin gently pressed a button under the cushion he was sitting on, and the cushion opposite him moved away, revealing a cellar hidden inside.
He casually threw the three bodies into the cellar, then washed his hands with clean water before sitting back on the mat.
He is laughing.
He also seemed to be very proud, as if he had become a great man.
"Young Marquis, there is a man outside who calls himself Su Weiyun and wants to see you."
"Su Weiyun? He's finally here."
Di Qinglin washed his hands three times carefully again before saying, "Please let him in."
…
Sunset.
The afterglow of the setting sun was still shining, shining in through the small window of the secret room.
The deep red light reflected on the ground, reflecting an extremely dazzling brilliance. It was already late spring, the wind was warm and the flowers were withering, but this brilliance actually carried a kind of lingering desolate beauty.
As sad and beautiful as parting, the sunset also has to part, and the spring also has to part.
Why can’t spring flowers stay and always have to leave?
Where are the people?
Do people also have to say goodbye?
——As soon as Su Weiyun walked into the door, she saw that sad and beautiful light.
——That ray of light shone right into his eyes.
Di Qinglin stood directly opposite him and said, "You are finally here. My swordsmanship has just reached its peak, and I am just the right person to defeat you."
The door has been closed by the boy.
The windows were closed, but the light outside was still shining in.
Su Weiyun said: "You have been defeated by me twice, how can you talk about defeating me?"
Di Qinglin said, "I have never fought you head-on, so how could I have ever been defeated?"
Su Weiyun asked, "Did you arrange for Zhao Zheng from the Six Gates to come to me?"
Di Qinglin smiled: "You guessed it right."
Su Weiyun said: "I don't think he has the guts to target me."
Di Qinglin asked again: "Does that count as my loss?"
Su Weiyun smiled and said, "You asked him to come just to see my sword skills, but he didn't have the ability to force my sword out. Doesn't that count as your loss?"
Di Qinglin said: "Okay, then what about another time?"
Su Weiyun said: "Another time it was Xu Tong. Of course, Xu Tong was also instigated by you. That young man told me that he saw you."
Di Qinglin said, "I saw you use your sword that time."
Su Weiyun said: "It only takes one sword to kill him."
Di Qinglin said: "But that sword is not enough to kill me!"
Su Weiyun said: "But you lost that time too."
Di Qinglin suddenly said: "I only have one question for you."
Su Weiyun said: "You say."
Di Qinglin said, "You clearly had several opportunities to attack me, but you always held your sword and did not use it. You were just provoking me. What's your intention?"
Su Weiyun said: "I practice the Bodhidharma sword technique, which is the Buddhist sword."
"If no one kills me, I will not kill anyone. This is the only way to avoid the thought of killing and the desire to kill. This is in line with the true meaning of swordsmanship."
"You only practice swordsmanship, not to kill people?"
"yes."
"Well, just based on this, you are qualified to be my opponent."
Su Weiyun suddenly emphasized: "You are not my opponent because you have lost twice!"
Di Qinglin admitted frankly: "Yes, I have lost to you twice, so what?"
…
Di Qinglin was originally a very proud man, he would never allow himself to fail in the slightest, but now he seems to no longer care about losing.
Only the truly strong ones don't care about losing.
Su Weiyun understood that Di Qinglin was no longer the same Di Qinglin as before. He had grown into a strong man.
Di Qinglin actually continued to talk to himself: "But I am still a little afraid of losing to you, so I specially arranged a perfect position for you."
Su Weiyun was standing under a bright light, which was the afterglow of the setting sun reflected from the ground. His eyes were slightly dazzled and felt a little uncomfortable.
He was in the light, while Di Qinglin was in the dark.
But he could no longer move.
From the moment he entered the room, Di Qinglin's aura had locked onto him. As long as he dared to move even a little or reveal a flaw, the Linglong Soft Sword would immediately stab in front of him.
Di Qinglin added: "But it can never be called a despicable method, because when masters fight, being able to gain a ray of light, a ray of wind, a ray of soil is also a kind of skill!"
Su Weiyun nodded slowly: "You are right!"
Di Qinglin said: "So I am still waiting. When the time is right, I will draw my sword."
Su Weiyun said: "I'll wait for you to draw your sword!"
…
Wait, a long wait.
But no matter how long the wait is, there will always be that moment.
The sun will eventually set.
Di Qinglin practiced sword here for many years. He knew very well when and from what angle the light that would be most hurtful to the eyes and soul would be reflected from the window.
The light seemed to dim a little.
But the secret room seemed to be getting hotter.
I have to say that the sunshine at this time is the most brilliant, beautiful and intoxicating.
"The sunset is beautiful, but it is almost dusk."
Di Qinglin chanted a poem.
As he uttered this poem, he drew his sword.
The Linglong Soft Sword, that sword is not used to stab out, but to spread out.
Just as the setting sun cast its crimson afterglow on the earth, the light of his sword also cast its rays throughout the entire chamber.
The sword light was just like the setting sun, so bright, so beautiful, and so charming. Not only Su Weiyun, but the swordsman himself would also be dazzled and mesmerized by his own sword light.
Because this sword technique is a unique trick that should be of no use.
Ying Wuwu is the "Blind Sword", he does not need to open his eyes, so no matter how confusing the sword light is, it has no effect on him.
Di Qinglin was different. He had his eyes open and was not affected.
It seemed as if he had fully mastered every change and every ray of light in the sword, thus only hurting the enemy and not himself.
The sword light first circled around Su Weiyun's left leg, because Di Qinglin could see that the flaw there was the most obvious.
But in the next moment, Su Weiyun's left leg suddenly disappeared.
Di Qinglin was also shocked.
But he calmed down immediately, for he understood that it was a kind of body movement, a mysterious and strange body movement.
Wow!
A flash of sword!
Di Qinglin had thousands of sword lights, but Su Weiyun only had one.
But no matter whose sword light it was, it was all suddenly retracted in an instant.
The world suddenly became dark.
The sun had just set and the afterglow was gone.
The secret room returned to its former tranquility.
Su Weiyun was still standing in the same position, and Di Qinglin was still standing next to the cushion.
Su Weiyun said: "You are wrong."
Di Qinglin said, "Yes, I was mistaken. I thought it was a kind of body movement, but it turned out to be a sword movement. May I ask what it is called?"
Su Weiyun said: "This sword is called "Returning with Only One Shoe to the West."
Di Qinglin asked, "Returning west with only one shoe?"
Su Weiyun said slowly: "Legend has it that after Bodhidharma passed away, people all said that he had sat in meditation and could not appear in the world. But someone saw him going to the west with a cane in one hand and a shoe in the other. Later, it was found that only one shoe was left at the place where Bodhidharma sat in meditation, and thus the story of 'returning to the west with only one shoe' came into being."
Di Qinglin said: "Dharma's swordsmanship is indeed interesting. Do you have anything else interesting to say?"
Su Weiyun said, "I came here on my old wine bike. I have traveled a long day and night and have not had my meal yet. I would like to trouble the host to prepare a banquet for me."
Di Qinglin suddenly opened the door and told the two boys standing outside: "Go and ask the kitchen to prepare a vegetarian feast for Lord Su. Remember, you must ask Chef Xu to prepare it. The food prepared by other chefs is too heavy."
A boy walked away quickly.
Su Weiyun added: "It is not easy for old wine to travel. Please give it ten kilograms of good wine to comfort its heart."
Di Qinglin said, "How can ten catties be enough? Go get ten jars of thirty-year-old girl's red wine and ask the old horse outside the door to drink."
The other boy also left.
Di Qinglin walked slowly back to the secret room and asked, "Do you have any other requests?"
Su Weiyun turned and walked to the door and said, "I have one more request."
"Speaking."
"Please say goodbye to this world."
Di Qinglin slowly fell down into the darkness.
The door closed again.
Shut out all the light.
…
The only description of this incident in the world came from the mouth of a boy from a marquis's mansion.
"I have never seen a horse that can drink so much. It was the first and only time I have ever seen one in my life!"
