Volume 17: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword (Part 2) Chapter 414: The Long Road of Sword
Guo Songyang actually said that Su Weiyun's swordsmanship was not as good as Lu Fengxian's?
Was he seeking death and deliberately trying to provoke Su Weiyun to take action and end his life completely?
Su Weiyun frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Guo Songyang said: "You said that no one in the world has a higher attainment in this sword technique than you, but I think Lu Fengxian's sword technique is not inferior to yours!"
Su Weiyun stared at Guo Songyang carefully. Although "Songyang Iron Sword" was not a pillar of the righteous path, he was also a descendant of a famous family. He dared to speak and act, and dared to take responsibility for his actions.
Given his character, he would not say such unprovoked and groundless words.
Guo Songyang continued, "In terms of artistic conception, your swordsmanship is naturally much stronger. I will never forget that long river, the small wooden boat, the white-haired fisherman, and the heavy oars!"
He had also witnessed Su Weiyun's fatal fifteenth sword. Not many people had seen this sword, even Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming had only heard about it and had never experienced it in person.
"But how can I put it? Your murderous intent is too restrained. Although the river of death can bring out the primitive fear from the bottom of my heart, I know that the long river will not fall on my head in the end."
Su Weiyun asked: "What about Lu Fengxian? Did you see the long river on his body as well?"
Guo Songyang was defeated again, his clothes and hair were disheveled, but his expression was very determined. He said: "He didn't. His swordsmanship is not exquisite, but his murderous aura is stronger than yours, much stronger!"
The sword emits sword energy, and the man emits murderous intent!
Murderous aura is a unique aura of masters. Almost every master who has killed countless people has this murderous aura to some extent.
It's just like a peerless sword, the sharp edge of which cannot be concealed.
Among all the martial arts schools, perhaps only the monks of Shaolin Temple have the least murderous aura, because they often practice Buddhism, do not commit sins of killing, and eliminate the sin of death.
Su Weiyun practiced the three sacred texts of "Ku Rong Zen", "Dharma Sword Technique" and "Yi Jin Jing", so naturally he also had a dignified appearance, without any desire or murderous intent.
Guo Songyang's expression suddenly looked as if he had discovered some rare treasure. He continued to talk to himself, "There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart. Every sword technique that can be called unparalleled must have its 'heart'."
Su Weiyun nodded slowly.
Guo Songyang was right. When they reach this level, the mental method may be secondary. The important thing is to grasp the soul of martial arts.
If a martial art has no soul, it cannot be ranked among the best martial arts.
This kind of thing may sound mysterious, but it does exist.
"The 'heart' of the Songyang Iron Sword lies in the word 'steadiness'. To defeat cleverness with clumsiness and to defeat slowness with heaviness, one must have sufficient determination!"
He generously told Su Weiyun the essence of his own swordsmanship.
Guo Songyang clenched the Songyang Iron Sword in his hand, slowly inserted it back behind his back, and said: "So my cousin is named Guo Ding. I hope he can carry forward the Songyang Iron Sword and live up to the sword moves!"
When he said this, there was some age and sadness in his eyes. There were indeed many people in this world who could surpass him.
In addition to the first three in the weapons list and Su Weiyun, there are also Jing Wuming, A Fei, and now there is one more Lu Fengxian.
Guo Songyang could only place all his hopes on his cousin, hoping that he could regain the majesty of the Songyang Iron Sword.
Su Weiyun said calmly: "Do you think the 'heart' of the Thirteen Deadly Swords is the word 'kill'?"
Guo Songyang laughed wildly and said, "It's right, it's definitely right. I have survived this sword technique twice. No one knows those two completely different feelings better than me!"
"I don't know why, there is no murderous aura in your swordsmanship, so you must be wrong, you took the wrong path!"
This was the first time a swordsman dared to say that Su Weiyun had taken the wrong path and chosen the wrong sword path.
Even the great hero Yan Nantian, the immortal swordsman Bai Yujing, and the mysterious old man with dragon beard had never said such words.
But now Guo Songyang said it.
Surprisingly, Su Weiyun did not rush to refute.
In his opinion, Guo Songyang was a swordsman who was very qualified to say these words.
He himself was a strong man in swordsmanship, and had experienced the ultimate power of the Thirteen Deadly Swords one after another, and had luckily survived each time.
Su Weiyun said slowly: "You think my swordsmanship is wrong, and theirs is right?"
In the small village, a strong wind suddenly arose and dark clouds rolled in.
The entire night sky seemed to be turned upside down by something. The stars disappeared and the white moon had no light.
The strong wind blew Guo Songyang's hair into a mess, dancing in the air, but he said firmly: "Yes! Your swordsmanship is wrong!"
After a long while, Su Weiyun said again: "Do you know that if he continues to practice like Lu Fengxian, he will eventually die under his own sword!"
"That's why I didn't try to persuade him just now because I knew that he would die at the hands of Shangguan Jinhong sooner or later. It was doomed from the moment he started practicing the Thirteen Deadly Swords and wanted to defeat Shangguan Jinhong with this sword technique!"
Guo Songyang's pupils shrank and he turned pale with surprise, but then he returned to his normal expression.
"Yes, the reason why he didn't kill me and the man inside just now was not because he didn't have the intention to kill, but because even though he had the intention to kill, his skills were not strong enough to easily defeat us, so even though his sword skills were used, we were not dead yet."
Su Weiyun added, "Since he failed to kill you, he suddenly developed murderous intentions. The murderous intentions accumulated in his body would violently drive him to kill Shangguan Jinhong! This is another reason why he blindly obeyed Lin Xian'er and walked down the tunnel."
Guo Songyang was not flustered when he heard this, and said calmly: "This sword technique is extremely lethal and powerful. But if a swordsman wants to reach the highest level of swordsmanship, he should make some sacrifices!"
There should be sacrifices!
This sentence contains Guo Songyang's deepest and most painful understanding of the way of the sword.
Su Weiyun suddenly turned his back and looked into the endless darkness in the distance, sighing, "The Thirteen Deadly Swords are like a poisonous dragon. The more you nurture it, the more powerful it will be. But one day you will not be able to control it."
"When that time comes, the poisonous dragon will turn against its master and destroy its sword. No one will be able to control it!"
Guo Songyang's eyes were piercing as he calmed down and said, "But once this poisonous dragon is restrained, its ferocity, viciousness, cruelty, murderousness, and brutality will all be gone!"
Su Weiyun did not comment, but walked out leisurely, walking in the vast and boundless wilderness.
"I didn't know Xiangji Temple was thousands of miles into the clouds."
“There is no path through the ancient woods, where is the bell in the deep mountains?”
"The sound of the spring chokes the dangerous rocks, and the sun shines coldly on the green pines."
"At dusk, the empty pond is full of music, and the poisonous dragon is controlled by meditation."
This is a Zen poem written by the Buddhist poet Wang Wei. But when it comes out of Su Weiyun's mouth, it carries an unspeakable sadness.
The poisonous dragon was locked tightly under the deep pool, with no possibility of getting out. All he could hear every day was the sound of scriptures chanting, in the hope that it would change its murderous nature and convert to Buddhism.
——This naturally makes the mountains peaceful and tranquil, but the poisonous dragon in the deep pool is suffering.
Guo Songyang suddenly asked from a distance: "What is your method of controlling the poisonous dragon? Is it the Dharma Sword that Shaolin has not produced for a hundred years?!"
Su Weiyun didn't answer and walked away.
At this time, the rain suddenly started to fall, and in an instant it became very heavy, pouring down and soaking everything.
Guo Songyang laughed up to the sky and said, "Hahahaha, you used the Buddhist sword to restrain the Demonic Sword, hoping to eliminate the murderous nature in it, but you didn't know that it would only result in one fire and one water, and both sides would suffer losses and achieve nothing!"
"I have understood the loopholes in Su Weiyun's swordsmanship, and I also understand the fatal weakness of the Thirteen Deadly Swords!"
"Hahahaha, I will go back and tell Guo Ding all of this. He is more talented than me. He will practice on these weaknesses. When he comes out in ten years, he will definitely be able to defeat you!"
Guo Songyang laughed wildly as he rushed into the rain and disappeared without a trace.
The night is very dark.
More than ten years later, perhaps after learning about the experiences that Guo Songyang almost paid for with his life, Guo Ding would really be able to practice a sword technique that specifically targets the weaknesses of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords".
However, Guo Ding would never be able to defeat Lu Fengxian and help the Iron Sword of Songyang to take revenge.
——Because Lu Fengxian had already died completely in Shangguan Jinhong’s secret room!
