210~211: Ancient melancholy, freehand brushwork of the tyrant sword (for the monthly pass 9/1000
When Gu Se Yiren went to buy oranges, he was very conflicted.
He knew that the village leader had already arrived.
Ba Dao must have noticed it too.
Ever since the leader of the village ordered him to come to Luoyang to lurk next to Ba Dao to retrieve Ba Dao's letter a month ago, he knew that such a day would come.
And he did it with his extraordinary abilities and lived up to the village master's trust.
After all, Ba Dao was once a Jianghu man.
But he is a player, and he is very good at making things happen.
Therefore, when he came to help Ba Dao with his business, it really made Ba Dao worry a lot.
This also caused Ba Dao to think more highly of him and treat him well in the past month.
In this month, Gu Se Yiren found another ordinary and happy life in the world.
Although this kind of life is not as passionate as when he led his brothers to fight the power war in the village, it is just dull and trivial things in daily life.
But now he feels very much enjoying it.
He especially likes to hang out at Ba Dao's fruit stall.
Because there are love clothes there.
Qingyi sells fruits at the fruit stall every day.
She would often use her green-green fingers to secretly pick out some rotten fruits for him to eat.
Whenever this scene is discovered by Ba Dao, the old Jianghu swordsman will often deliberately straighten his face, looking very sad but unwilling to say anything because of his face, causing the strange and inexplicable appearance that he originally didn't want to eat.
Eat it and feel great.
Ba Dao would still drink some wine every night, and when he was lonely, he would ask Guse Yiren to drink with him.
The food that goes with wine may often be just a plate of peanuts or broad beans, and nothing else.
Someone once asked, "Why not have more dishes?"
Ba Dao doesn't answer, and his expression is often full of melancholy, as if the word "poor" is written all over his face.
Apart from his melancholy, Ba Dao never spoke when he was drinking. He just drank and ate silently. When the food and wine were finished, the wine was also finished.
Ba Dao drinks, as if what he is drinking is not wine, but life.
Silence does not mean not speaking, all words are in the wine glass.
Gu Se Yiren gradually understood the sentence that was once unclear - if a person does not know how to enjoy silence, he cannot be regarded as a truly eloquent person. Because only those who can understand silence can truly enjoy the words.
Only people can speak out.
He originally thought that these people were just NPCs after all.
And he is just a player.
He came to Ba Dao just to complete the task assigned by the village leader, and then obtain the generous rewards that the village leader said.
When the mission is completed, this ordinary and special mission journey will also end.
But now, he actually feels a little reluctant to give up.
Just like sometimes? He climbed up the wall and peeked at the shadow of his lover taking a bath behind the screen in the room. He was so anxious that he couldn't bear to go offline.
Now that the mission is almost completed, he can go back and resume his glorious identity as a bandit. Gu Se Yiren suddenly realizes that he is very reluctant to leave, and even doesn't want to go back.
I have already seen the fruit stall in front of me, and I saw Qingyi selling fruits under the tree.
Even though he is very old and strange, he feels intimidated even when he is close.
During the day, he fantasized about becoming the strongest bandit king one day.
At night? Hiding under the covers, I think about my love clothes.
Bandit King? He is the unparalleled bandit king in the world.
But it is also possible that he is a lonely bandit king.
"Xiao Gu, sometimes I also want to be a heroine and fight in the world? I won't sell oranges anymore."
"What's so good about becoming a heroine? Why don't we go up to the mountains and become bandits? When I become the king of the mountain, you will be my wife."
"The Mountain King? I heard that the Mountain King is very vicious. Could it be that he is also a good person? But since Xiaogu you want to be such a Mountain King, I also support you."
Qingyi said vaguely.
"Thank you for your support, I can do it! I really can!"
Chirp——
A loud eagle cry broke the ancient memories, and his heart trembled violently. He looked up to the sky, his whole body was cold.
The village owner has arrived.
Memories come back like a flood? The joy of being by Qingyi's side was so plain? But so real and so happy.
Sometimes? He can't even tell the difference between reality and games.
Are games even more real than reality? More satisfying.
"Xiao Gu? What are you doing there?"
Qingyi's voice came from far away.
The ancient-looking man's hands were trembling, his body was also trembling, and he suddenly roared and ran back violently.
The tyrant sword is no longer the tyrant sword it once was.
The leader of the village is not the same leader he once was when he was young.
This month, he couldn't find the old ruthless knife-slaying recipe in Ba Dao, but he knew that Ba Dao was not really a useless person as Jiang Hu said.
It's just that even if a man who hasn't held a sword for many years breaks out again, how much strength will he have? How can he be the opponent of the increasingly powerful village leader?
...
The huge magic eagle appeared in Ba Dao's eyes.
Ba Dao's already fearful heart became even more frightened and even shocked.
Someone riding such a strange beast must have a lot of background to come to him.
When he saw the two people on the eagle's back, Ba Dao's heart sank to the bottom, and everything he breathed into his lungs seemed to be cold air.
But his hands suddenly stopped shaking at this moment.
Now, he suddenly wanted to drink and have a knife.
boom!
A figure of a strong man like an iron tower descended from the sky with a knife on his back, and hit the ground hard.
It was as if he wanted to test whether the blue bricks on the ground were hard enough or whether his body was hard enough.
As a result, there was a "snap" and a large piece of the green brick shattered.
Another figure in red clothes flashed and landed on the courtyard wall, isolated from the world, as if he was not involved.
Ba Dao's eyes were solemn, and he first fell on the knife behind the strong man's back.
Just by looking at the handle and hearing the clanking sound, he knew what kind of knife it was.
Gold back ring.
The nameless sword of Jianghu.
The person in front of you.
He has been out of the world for many years and still doesn't know him.
Therefore, he can also be regarded as a person with unknown family background.
"Who are you?"
"Jiang Dali!"
Jiang Dali looked around, but didn't see his younger brother's ancient appearance. His eyes immediately fell on the old and even hunchbacked Ba Dao, and he was slightly disappointed.
"Are you really Ba Dao? The former owner of Jueqing Villa?"
Ba Dao's eyes were dazed, but gradually began to become sharp, and his voice was gentle, "That's right."
Jiang Dali nodded, "I heard that Jueqing Villa is a place that doesn't respect life. The way Ba Dao teaches his disciples is to have no mercy, no love, no relatives and no friends.
A person must kill seven of his good friends in a row within seven years to be the direct disciple of Ba Dao and to learn his ruthless killing.
I don’t know, is there still such a rule now?”
Ba Dao shook his head, "Jueqing Villa no longer exists, and the owner of Jueqing Villa is no longer Jueqing. There is only one person in the world who can still do it, but it's not me."
"oh?"
Jiang Dali smiled and said, "Sure enough, I heard that you now have a wife and children, and your daughter is not young anymore. A person who has feelings, love and a family will definitely not be ruthlessly killed, and he will not even touch a knife.
Since you don’t need to kill ruthlessly with your domineering sword, just leave the sword manual to me."
Ba Dao's face was tense, as vigilant as when he saw someone stealing his fruit, "Jueqing Zhan should not appear in the world again, and I don't have any sword skills here. People like you don't need to
Learn this kind of sword technique that is absolutely ruthless and righteous, extremely compassionate and extremely loving, and extremely cruel to relatives and friends."
Jiang Dali crossed his arms and nodded, "I don't need it, but I want to feel what is ruthless cutting and what is a domineering sword.
My martial arts, whether it is boxing, kicking, swordsmanship or internal strength, is all about pursuing dominance and working hard to achieve miracles.
The word "hegemony" does not need to be cut off from everything before it can be exerted, but it still needs to be confirmed in person."
"Strength can produce miracles? You don't need to cut off everything to achieve..."
Ba Dao murmured in a tone that seemed to resonate with him, his mind was shaken and his eyes were staring at Jiang Dali with a strange light, "You want to try the sword with yourself?"
Jiang Dali's eyes revealed a smile, "Of course!"
There was a strange warmth in Ba Dao's desolate tone, "I haven't held a knife for many years, and my body is getting old.
Over the years, I have watched the orange trees in my yard blossom and bear fruit, but I feel like my heart is filled with vitality and heat just like those fruits.
But it's a pity...my body is getting old after all. My heart and body are not old, so maybe it's just a joke."
The more Ba Dao spoke, the brighter his eyes became. Even though his body was hunched, he released an increasingly terrifying sword force and intent.
The sword intention became more intense as his eyes brightened, but it was not sharp, as if cutting through a ray of spring light in autumn and winter. It seemed ordinary, but in fact it was irresistible, and then it became vigorous and powerful.
"This sword intention!!"
Jiang Dali's eyes shrank, and the nine-ringed golden sword behind his back also trembled and buzzed.
I saw some withered grass in the courtyard trembling slightly at this moment, and the orange tree, which was still full of green leaves, seemed to be releasing stronger vitality. The yellow-orange oranges on the orange tree seemed to burst at any time.
"Young man, you have come to seek enlightenment. Unfortunately, my sword is old and I only have my will. I can only use one sword. If you can understand something, you only need to promise me one thing. Find Guihai and use the sword...
help me......"
Ba Dao's eyes were full of brilliance and he stared at Jiang Dali closely. The light and knife intent in his eyes actually made Jiang Dali feel thrilling. He felt like his eyes were being stung by the blade, and he even wanted to lower his head to avoid it.
But he knows.
At this time, you absolutely cannot avoid it.
Once he avoids it, his mind and will will be hurt first.
The strong self-confidence and strong imagination for the future brought about by the continuous defeat of powerful enemies in recent days will be damaged.
And in that case, his powerful way will also collapse.
Even if he is alive, his path to martial arts will be blocked.
The weak will be hurt, the strong will be broken!
That's what it says.
However, at this moment, above the courtyard wall, Dongfang Bubai's cold and majestic eyes suddenly fell, covering the two people in the field.
The eyes were like two needles glaring at him. Although it did not completely destroy the realm of sword intent created by Tyrant Sword, it immediately changed the atmosphere.
Jiang Dali relaxed slightly and felt that a message suddenly came from the panel at this time.
"Trigger the revenge mission "The Glory of the Sword"
Mission content: In the past, Ba Dao spent seven years cultivating disciples in order to find a successor. He selected a hundred disciples to train together, and asked a hundred people to practice swordsmanship and fight each other. In the end, only one person would survive. And that
One person will inherit his mantle. In the end, Guihai Yida succeeded in inheriting his mantle, and he outdid his master, defeated Ba Dao, and forced Ba Dao to retire from the world.
However, Ba Dao retreated from the world for many years. By an unexpected coincidence, he realized the sentimental sword from the ruthless sword, and realized the everlasting and vigorous sword intention from the sword intention that destroyed everything. This is the difference between small freehand brushwork and big freehand brushwork. Although the Ba Dao sword is old
, the heart is not old, and there is still a long-cherished wish...
Mission requirements: Under the offensive of Ba Dao's sword intention, persist until the end to understand the principle of its sword intention, and find the Guihai sword, and use it to understand its ruthless killing.
Mission reward: Ba Dao’s sword intention and sword technique instillation.”
"If you fail to accept this mission, even if you don't die, your confidence and sword skills will be severely damaged!"
This thought flashed in Jiang Dali's heart, but his eyes gradually became hot, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.
How can one be weaker than others with great strength?
Even if you refuse at this time, I am afraid it will have an impact on your own soul, and it will be a bad problem from now on.
Jiang Dali roared, and behind his back, the golden-backed nine-ringed sword was unsheathed. The bright golden light flashed, and the intention of the tiger-slaying golden-ringed sword also surged along with the sword's energy.
"Come on, I, Jiang Dali, accept your request, and today I will experience the great freedom of your sword!"
"Okay! Give me a freehand blow!"
Ba Dao shouted loudly, and his hunched body suddenly straightened up as he raised one arm. With a movement of his palm, he drew out the sword with one move!
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A sword aura that is not too sharp but has a majestic force accompanies the sword intention and strikes hard, making one's breath suffocate and one's mind shaken.
The countless dead grass on the ground seemed to be affected by the knife's intention at this moment, trembling and struggling, and actually bursting through the soil on the ground.
Bang bang bang——
On the orange trees, oranges exploded, jams were everywhere, and the whole courtyard was filled with a sweet and sour smell.
A freehand brushstroke full of vitality.
Although it is not sharp, it is like the change of seasons. When the spring tide comes, autumn and winter pass, it is irresistible, impossible to dodge, and the atmosphere is overwhelming.
Jiang Dali had just taken out the knife, but for a moment he felt as if he had suddenly been transported from autumn and winter to spring, and he was like an ice floe still clinging to the river bank in the tail of winter.
Suddenly there was a burning fire all around, like the red sunset rising at dusk...
The wind is like crisp, the flowers are like fire, the snow has stopped and the ice is blooming again, and the spring pool is thousands of feet green. He, a small ice floe, feels uncomfortable all over. Even with the strength of tens of millions of kilograms, it will melt in the warm spring water...