farce a ups and downs

The light of Cheng Kuang's sword condensed and disappeared in a flash.

Shen Feiyu dodged in embarrassment, clenched the soft sword at his waist, and stood solemnly.

Surabaya city edge came to the roof of the inn, the three of them stood facing each other, speechless for a long time.

Yan Linsheng, who swung his sword, turned his head to face Luo Wenchu: "Ask me to compete with him? Are you sure that the head of Luo is? Are you afraid that Lin Sheng will hurt your new precious apprentice?"

Luo Wenchu ​​was extremely confident: "With me here, you can't hurt him at all."

Shen Feiyu's heart was pounding, and she was elated. Before he could feel a trace of sweetness, the snow-white sword blade was in front of him, and the sword was full of arrogance and mania.

One such sword name - Cheng Kuang.

Three thousand heavy swords, I am crazy.

At this moment, the patter of the stones seemed so insignificant.

Cheng Kuang's blade was crooked a little.Yan Linsheng didn't expect such a thing to happen. He looked at the gravel at his feet, his sword froze and almost stopped.

Shen Feiyu moved at this moment.

Pulling out the soft sword at the waist, in an instant, the sword swam like a snake, and the sword light swung, dazzling and distracting.

The multiple sword lights are so dazzling that people can't open their eyes. This is the true face of this soft sword.

Shen Feiyu knew that he could not catch up with the other senior brothers in terms of strength, only skills and brains.He is always used to seeing the trajectory of the enemy's moves before he strikes the sword, which also caused him to occasionally stab the sword with a tricky and precise angle, directly hitting the vital point, but he couldn't maintain this extremely accurate sword path.Just because thousands of people have thousands of faces, it is impossible to generalize.

This method is not enough for people whose sword speed is not fast enough. Once it is difficult for the naked eye to catch the sword speed, or the opponent's sword path is treacherous and changeable, or when many people are besieging, it is often not enough.

And this soft sword made up for the deficiency from the side.

Yan Linsheng's hand fell short, but was overwhelmed by Shen Feiyu.

Luo Wenchu's eyes lit up.

Adjusting the timing and angle of one's moves by calculating the opponent's moves is good, but there is a fatal problem. When his body can't keep up with his brain, or his brain can't keep up with his body's instincts, these ideas seem to be more obvious. superfluous.

As if confirming his thoughts, Shen Feiyu gradually became clumsy.

As a seasoned swordsman, Yan Linsheng knew the ways of most swordsmen in the world. Of course, Shen Feiyu could count his moves, but so what?He can too!

Change the attack method, focus on attacking from dead angles, and block the opponent's offensive, so that he can only make moves according to his own mind.He wanted to let Shen Feiyu see where the gap between the two of them was.

Sure enough, Shen Feiyu couldn't stand it after three tricks.Yan Linsheng sneered in his heart. Compared with painstakingly managing and maintaining, and attacking in vain, he had already memorized every move and style in his heart, and mastered them through practice time and time again. Engraved in the bone.So what if Shen Feiyu can calculate?Can parry his epee! ?

Sparks burst out in Yan Linsheng's eyes, he roared like a ferocious beast, swung his epee and slashed at the top of Shen Feiyu's head.

The sword energy surged, and there was no hiding.

Blessed by its own weight and height, this blow was as heavy as Mount Tai and extremely fast.

The clear and shallow irises printed this scene, and Shen Feiyu's brain told him very clearly: You can't avoid it.

Only by fighting hard can we have a chance to fight against it.

But his soft sword was originally designed to be light, and if an heavy sword is shot, it will crack if it is not broken.

In the nick of time, something small hit him in the crook of the knee and right arm at the same time.Shen Feiyu knelt down on one knee, and slashed the soft sword to the side recklessly.

"!!!"

Yan Linsheng was shocked, the sword tip almost brushed past his nose, when the danger approached, Yan Linsheng reacted in time, moved his arm a little to the side, and the two of them passed by like this miraculously.

This blow, which was wrapped in the fury of thunder, fell through.

Shen Feiyu looked at her soft sword, then looked at Yan Linsheng who also had an unbelievable expression on her face, and finally turned her eyes on Luo Wenchu ​​who was watching the play aside, this person found a flat place on the roof Son, I'm sitting there peeling peanuts right now.

Sensing Shen Feiyu's gaze, he waved at him, poured all the peanuts in his hand into his mouth, and chewed them with a crackling sound.

I don't know when he went down to get it.

Yan Linsheng took a deep breath and said with a dark expression, "Come again!"

The dignified "kuangjian" actually tied with a crane tail of the Lingjue faction.As smart as he was, he immediately thought that the other party had Luo Wenchu ​​secretly helping him, but how much could change the situation of the battle with just a few peanuts?

But soon, Yan Linsheng was "slapped in the face".

It's still the same feeling as the first time we fight, the opponent is trying his best to calculate, even sweating profusely, it seems that he is really strong on the outside and can be knocked down with a single punch.

However, the battle lasted for a long time. Yan Linsheng not only failed to defeat the opponent, but was plotted by the opponent's master and apprentice several times. The distance was not enough, Shen Feiyu's waist collapsed, the original insufficient distance was made up, and it passed Yan Linsheng's waist, and the belt broke.

Shen Feiyu lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, looking up from the bottom, only to feel a blur in front of her eyes, and she was suddenly pulled into her arms by covering her eyes with a pair of big hands.

It's like trying to figure out something.

"Feiyu is not allowed to look, he took off his pants, rascal! We won't fight him anymore."

Shen Feiyu, who was held in someone's arms, thought blankly: Isn't the current situation just the handiwork of your old master, Master?

Just as he was about to open his mouth, someone stuffed his mouth with peanuts. Luo Wenchu's hand was still in front of his eyes, and there was a faint touch in his ear, "I peeled it for you, you must eat it."

The two masters and apprentices were having a good time, or Luo Wenchu ​​was having a good time alone, but it was totally different in the eyes of others.

The two were one behind the other, Shen Feiyu sat in Luo Wenchu's arms, and was embraced by Luo Wenchu ​​from behind. Luo Wenchu's long legs, which had no place to rest, were arranged in a circle, as if specially designed to encircle Shen Feiyu, and then In addition, the heads of the two are very close to each other, so the tips of the noses are almost close to each other, right?

Because of Yan Li's disturbance, Yan Linsheng, who basically didn't eat anything for dinner, suddenly felt full.

The "dog boy" in front of him was really an eyesore, Yan Linsheng didn't want to leave, and it wouldn't matter if he didn't leave, he never expected this kind of trouble in the middle of the sword competition.

What's even more exasperating is that Luo Wenchu ​​seemed to have only noticed him, "Why don't you leave?"

Yan Linsheng tidied up his clothes and looked at each other with swords in his hands: "The contest has not yet been decided."

"Why, do you insist on beating up my little apprentice or do you want to be beaten up?"

"..." This is different from what you said!

Luo Wenchu ​​pressed Shen Feiyu's head, as if he really planned to prevent him from seeing Yan Linsheng's appearance at this time.

"Lin Sheng."

Yan Linsheng was slightly taken aback. How long has it been since Luo Wenchu ​​called him in this tone?

Counting it, it has been almost three or four years.

"Lin Sheng," Luo Wenchu ​​said in a flat tone, as if he was talking about family matters, "you two are not allowed to continue because there will be no results if you continue to fight. It is true that Feiyu can't beat you, but you may not be able to win either." pass him."

What does this mean?Said he couldn't win a pie from the bottom?Was it to anger him on purpose?

Not to mention, as long as the speaker is Luo Wenchu, it is not impossible.

"Your sword is too smug and flashy."

Yan Linsheng opened his mouth to refute.

"Listen to what I have to say first." Luo Wenchu ​​raised his hand, signaling him to be calm, "A person who holds a sword needs to get rid of all distracting thoughts in order to have the sword in his heart and unite the sword with him. You may as well tell me , after discovering Feiyu's weakness, what was your first reaction?"

"I……"

"Your first reaction is not to defeat him, but to think of repaying him in the same way, using the same method to let him see how powerful you are. You are showing off your sword skills, showing off your sword skills. Don't deny that a person's swordplay and aura can reflect that person's current state of mind, you don't know it." Having said that, Luo Wenchu ​​smiled slightly, "I want to applaud you You are so powerful, Lin Sheng, you are indeed the tenth-ranked 'Blade Sword' on the celebrity list."

Somehow, a thin layer of red appeared on Yan Linsheng's face, like a half-blossomed peach blossom, especially shy.

Only he himself knows that this is the shame of shame.

A moment later, Luo Wenchu's voice blended into the night wind, sending a chill down Yan Linsheng's spine.

"In the competition, if you don't have the idea of ​​completely defeating your opponent, it's an insult to your sword——it's also an insult to yourself."

Yan Linsheng subconsciously looked at his hands and became mad.

This sword was forged by Luo Wenchu ​​when he found a piece of meteoric iron from the outer space, and specially asked another swordsmith family to forge it according to his personality and habits.The sword is three feet three long, weighs nine catties and nine liang, the blade is one and a half palms wide, and the whole body is pitch black, except for a winding blood line engraved in the middle, which reveals a strange red faintly.

In the past, most of the people who had seen the power of becoming mad had already died. Now, like him, his sword has received the praise of the world, and it has been a long time since he drank blood.

Seeing that Yan Linsheng didn't answer, Luo Wenchu ​​was too lazy to deal with him, so he finished his harsh words, picked up Shen Feiyu and left.Shen Feiyu struggled to no avail, and was slapped on the butt twice, she was so ashamed and angry.

Luo Wenchu ​​walked halfway, and suddenly stopped, but didn't look back.

"By the way, remember to make up for the repair fee, and check out our room by the way, and don't ask around anymore."

After all, he disappeared into the well-proportioned streets in an instant like a breeze stepping on the moon.

Yan Lin walked into the inn where Luo Wenchu ​​was staying in a panic, and paid for the repairs. The proprietress of the inn saw him, she couldn't hold the water pipe firmly in her hand, and fell straight to the ground, knocking a heavy blow in the hearts of the people.Yan Linsheng nodded at her and left the inn.

After a while, the proprietress suddenly screamed presumptuously from the inn.

"That's Yan Linsheng! It's Lin Sheng! I didn't even ask him for an autograph! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

As for how the innkeeper reacted to these words, it was out of Yan Linsheng's consideration.

He raised his hand to touch his face, and smiled wryly.

This face has become a household name in Surabaya City.

Half of being able to make it to the celebrity list is due to this beautiful face.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the quiet moonlight shines on the past buried deep in my heart——

More than ten years ago, Yan Linsheng didn't have the surname Yan, but Yan was his surname.

His father used to be a high official in the imperial court, but was impeached and exiled to the frontier because of partisan struggle.

The parents couldn't bear the hard life in the frontier and planned to escape.

Once the exile is found to be absconding, it is a capital offense.The people who fled with them all died, and the family of three hid in the mud for three days and two nights, and did not dare to stay on the road until the officers and soldiers who searched had left.

After fleeing back to the Central Plains, they did not dare to return to the capital where the emperor was located, and lived incognito in Pingai Village, which is also on the border but is prosperous and peaceful.

His father used to be a clerical worker, and after he fled back, he made a little money by writing stories about strange things in the world. When he stayed up late to catch up on manuscripts, he couldn’t bear to light lamp oil. On summer nights, he would catch some fireflies and come back to use them as lights, and on winter nights, he would write quickly under the reflection of white snow. .

Although the family's life is difficult, it is also very happy.

A few years later, Yan Bie and Yan Li were born one after another.

Their birth took away Yan Linsheng's father, and his mother contracted a serious illness, and soon followed his father.

Farewell, farewell, one farewell.

Yan Linsheng was only nine years old at the time, holding a little boy with a runny nose in his left hand, and a crying baby on his back. He was very strong, so he wanted to do coolies in the dyeing workshop to make money, but the manager thought his sister was too Noisy, besides, Ping Ai Village has never been very rich, because the Feiping Mountain on the side is like a barrier, resisting the wind and sand from the outside, so that everyone can continue to live here with peace of mind. Everyone's own life is difficult, let alone helping others. The three kids are gone.Occasionally, those who sympathized with what happened to the Yan family would take out the remaining firewood, rice, oil, salt, and sackcloth at home to give to these children.

But these are not enough, far from enough.

Little Li'er hadn't been weaned yet, so he had to hire a wet nurse for Little Li'er. His younger brother couldn't eat meat for several months, his face was sallow, emaciated, and lifeless. Yan Linsheng looked uncomfortable, and secretly made up his mind that he must let his younger siblings live a good life in the future. No worries about food and clothing, just like his previous life.

Later, Yan Linsheng picked up his father's pen.

That's all he has.

In the winter and summer, the plum blossoms in the courtyard bloomed and withered, and in the blink of an eye, Xiao Lier was six years old, innocent and innocent, wearing a beautiful little skirt, flying around Yan Linsheng like a cute bee.Over the years, Yan Linsheng's eyebrows and eyes have become more and more refined, and a small red mole in the corner of his eye looks like tears. When he slightly lowered his eyes to look at the little radish Yanli, which only grew to his knees, the warmth in his eyes could make people tired to death.

At this time, Yan Li would cover his face and say that when he grows up, he will marry his elder brother as his daughter-in-law.

Yan Bie laughed and scolded her: "Brothers and sisters cannot get married."

Yan Li pursed his lips: "Then I need someone like my brother, second brother, second brother, help me find it."

"Good good."

At that time, Yan Linsheng's smile was sincere and beautiful.

It's still far from his ideal life, but it's good as it is now.

However, the sky failed as people wished, and the Demon Sect invaded the Central Plains Wulin in a vain attempt to dominate the world. The first to bear the brunt was Feiping Mountain.

The thick smoke on Feiping Mountain that night could be seen even thousands of miles away. After that, Luo Wenchu ​​took charge of the Lingjue faction, and wanted to avenge the previous leader, but countless refugees and bandits It was enough to cause headaches, perhaps because of his anger, he did not choose law and order, but participated in the second year's sword-questioning conference, and organized a large number of forces to counterattack the Demon Sect.

As soon as they left, bandits became rampant and rushed into the village to burn, kill, and loot. Yan Linsheng took his younger siblings to hide in Tibet and wandered for several months. On this day, he settled Yanbie and Yanli and went out to look for food. Unexpectedly, he was caught by the bandits, who saw that he was good-looking, and became malicious. At this moment, the people from Ling Jue's group came back.

The bandits who humiliated him were soon beaten to the point of being unable to get up.

The person who did it was dressed in white, his body was like a bamboo, he was proud and dignified, and he stood with a sword like a god from the nine worlds.

Yan Linsheng called to him more than once: Help me, help me...

He has had enough of this world of mortals.

But there was already a young man who was younger than him by his side, holding his hand and timidly calling Master.

And he patted his apprentice's head, turned his head and wiped out the bandit dens on the two mountains, and Feiping Mountain soon became an invincible fortress again.

One month later, the Ling Jue faction recruited more disciples. Yan Linsheng went up the mountain without hesitation, but he had no foundation and was rejected again and again. After recruiting disciples, he ran up the mountain.

Huangtian paid off, when the Lingjue faction expanded its recruitment, he passed the test and was able to stay in the faction for six years.

He is talented in sword practice, and he is diligent and hardworking. Within two years of joining the sect, he became the personal heir of the master, and he has enough strength to go down the mountain to take the wind and cloud list and earn money to support his family.

The more money he earned, he began to be dissatisfied with the poor life in the mountains. Moreover, Luo Wenchu's real appearance was far from what he had imagined. He began to go down the mountain to do tasks more frequently. The joys and sorrows of the world, the number of people who died under his sword is unknown, and the heart gradually condenses.

One day, he came back on the moon, but Luo Wenchu ​​didn't want Luo Wenchu ​​to sit outside the door and drink. Seeing him coming back full of blood, he threw a jar of wine and said, "Sit down and enjoy the moon with me for a while."

The bright moon hid in the clouds, and the darkness was long, covering the coldness at the corner of Yan Linsheng's mouth.

"Xiao Linsheng, what are you pursuing in Feiping Mountain?" Luo Wenchu ​​asked.

Yan Linsheng clenched his hands into a frenzy, opened his lips and said, "The ultimate sword."

"Really?" Luo Wenchu ​​shook the wine jar, listening to the pleasant ding-dong sound, smiled happily, "Then what is the ultimate sword, Lin Sheng, tell me."

"Exerting every move and posture to the limit is the ultimate. I have a sword in my sword, and I am in the sword. The state where the sword and man are one is the ultimate.... Doing my best is the ultimate." Yan Linsheng slightly After a pause, with contempt in his eyes, "A person like Master who has already reached the extreme state, I am afraid that he has never realized what it means to do his best."

Luo Wenchu ​​didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in his words, and smiled slightly: "You said 'I have a sword in it, and I am in the sword, and the combination of man and sword is the ultimate', let me ask you, do you really have a sword in your heart? A sword?"

"Maybe, where do you put it? Or do you just use it as a way to get something?"

"There are distracting thoughts in the heart, but there is no sword in the heart. Lin Sheng, there are as many desires in the world of mortals as the stars floating on the riverside, don't let them swallow the original you."

"..."

The original me?

Yan Linsheng thought in a daze: It refers to the me who struggled in the mud, or the me who smiled like a flower in front of my younger brothers and sisters, or the me who did not hesitate to pursue lofty ideals.

He has long lost his memory.