a ruthless swordsman

72.

Xie Ling's victory has built confidence for those who came after him, but since he defeated Master Sun, it is only natural for him to replace Master Sun and become the hot new sieve right now.

It's just that the sieve surnamed Xie stood extraordinarily secure, and it was useless for others to rush up one after another.

From defeating Head Sun at the beginning, to winning five consecutive victories afterwards.

I watched him compete with those people, first he took down a big knife weighing more than a hundred taels, then he grabbed a thorny nine-section whip, and took away a pair of Emei thorns.

What is this doing?

In a blink of an eye, no one stood out from the crowd, and I stared at the glittering gold hero list for a long time.

My dad's name isn't on it anymore.

Master Sun's name has Xie Ling added in front of it.

There was nothing in front of Xie Ling.

Oh, it turned out that Xie Ling became the top hero list.

God -

73.

It was night, Xie Ling and I were sitting opposite each other.

I sit on the bed and he sits on the stool.

He is now a celebrity, and he is very popular. People who come to visit Nanke Academy can line up from the entrance of the courtyard to the west door.

But he sat on this bare wicker chair, waiting for my inquiry.

All other trivial matters can be mentioned in one sentence, but I have to ask about this one thing.I cleared my throat: "How did you manage to strike the sword so fast on Master Sun's neck?"

It seems absurd for Junior Brother Chang to ask such a question, but no matter how neglected I am in sword practice, I still have curiosity.

Xie Ling replied sincerely: "Perhaps Master Sun's reaction was a step slower...how could it be me who was quicker?"

Although he looks serious, I always feel that what he says is not that serious.

I don't argue with him.

The flames flickered slightly, Xie Ling leaned forward and brushed away the pool of candle tears, and said, "Axue, what do you think of the Chi Yuan in Master Sun's hand?"

Not to mention it is a magic weapon, it is also a good weapon that is rare in a century.

I ignored his sneaky fingers and replied seriously.

Xie Ling asked again: "What about Xuehong?"

I hesitated for a while, and said honestly: "It's pretty good, but it's really not good enough in front of Chi Yuan."

If a swordsman bows his head on the sword, he will always lose some confidence in his moves.

"Chi Yuan has been with Headmaster Sun for many years, but he has always been just a dead object in his hands," Xie Ling raised his head, "Before... a person told me that dead objects cannot be compared with living ones, and those who have cultivated sword intent It's a human being, if a swordsman sticks to form, he will completely lose his chance of winning."

A long sword cannot be turned into soft fingers, but a swordsman can cultivate sword intent.A sword is a reinforced iron bone, and a person is a body of flesh and blood. This is to cast an indestructible shell on the flesh and blood body.

I understood what he said, and felt a little familiar in a trance. I searched my mind desperately, my ears were buzzing, and I was dizzy from the shock, and I staggered and fell back.

"Ash!"

Thanks to Xie Ling who was only an inch away from me, he grabbed my waist and said in a panic, "What's wrong with you? Are you dizzy or not feeling well?"

I fell into his arms, shook my head, and the dizziness barely dissipated, "It's okay, I don't know what's going on, I always feel like I've heard what you said about Jianyi before, after thinking about it , my head hurts."

Xie Ling trembled all over, and touched my wrist in a bewildered manner.

"...Enough is enough," I slowly sat up and glared at him, "When did you learn to feel the pulse?"

74.

I thought about it, maybe it was because I stayed under the scorching sun for most of the day and didn't have much dinner.

As the night became darker and dew heavier, Xie Ling blew out of the door like a gust of wind, and returned to the room with a small porcelain white bowl after a while.

A bowl of steamed cheese with sugar was placed in front of me.

I tasted it, and it was good, just a little worse than my mother's craftsmanship.

Xie Ling sat down by the bed, I took a spoonful and put it to his lips, took the food he brought, reciprocated, and said casually: "Brother Ling, I seem to understand, but who did you get advice from? "

Xie Ling's martial arts improved by leaps and bounds, what he improved was not his internal strength, but his understanding of martial arts.

This man is obviously not my father.

My father taught him a lot, but comprehension is such a profound thing that no one can teach it in a short while.

Xie Ling bit his spoon and was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything for a while.

I turned my head to look at him, and thought I was considerate and said: "Well, it must be someone who is not allowed to disclose it to the outside world, so I won't ask."

Xie Ling hummed sullenly, but did not refute my statement.

I frowned: "Hey, you can't switch to the teacher's school just because you have received a little favor from others."

In fact, I was quite confused when I said this, after all, his gains in martial arts cannot be covered by "a little bit of favor".

Xie Ling shook his head, and put the porcelain bowl I finished eating on the table, "I can't say it now, Axue, I promised not to lie to you again, and I will tell you when I have a chance in the future."

"..." It's not a big deal, he put on a serious look, but it made me blush.

"Well, I know."

75.

The hero list was completely changed, Xie Ling won the first place by accident, and countless jaws dropped.

Then the demons and goblins came out one after another, and some people even targeted the third senior brother, trying to drive a wedge between our senior brothers.

Although Xie Ling always likes to compete with the third senior brother on weekdays, but everyone is a disciple under the master's hand. In other words, he can mock the third senior brother with his mouth, but others can't.

It has only been two days since the Qunhaohui came to an end, and Xie Ling has already offended seven or eight sects.

He was still fearless, stepping on the heart of a disciple of Weiyang Palace and said coldly: "Tell other people, I don't care if they have evil intentions. If anyone provokes someone from the Ruthless Sword Sect, I will teach one, and I will teach you two." I'll make a pair."

I poked at the corner of my mouth: "...then you are really amazing."

Fortunately, this happened in my Ruthless Sword Sect, Xie Ling is a little bit petty, but that bit of pettiness can't suppress his sincere heart.

The third brother is even more meaningless.

Whether it's the leader or the last one, if my father hadn't arranged for him to fight, he might still be practicing swords on the mountain, and he didn't plan to come to Lingxiao Villa at all.

But his indifferent temperament is more irritating than the violent Xie Ling.

Xuan Cang sent his disciples to take down the wine pot around his waist, smiled and approached the third senior brother: "Senior brother Li was originally the best of our younger generation, what a pity, what a pity..."

The third senior brother pushed away the wine cup: "What a pity?"

Xuancang sent the disciple to choke suddenly, looking at his calm face, not knowing whether he was really confused or pretending to be confused, so he continued to ask.

I am embarrassed to continue this conversation.

"It's a pity...it's a pity that Junior Brother Xie took advantage of it." Xuancang sent the disciple to grit his teeth and speak out the unfinished words.

The third brother is still seeking knowledge and asking: "Cheap?"

Xuancang sent his disciples to flee.

Later, several groups of people came——

The disciple of Bailizhuang expressed his affection: "Senior brother Li knows that you are the one that Sect Master Chang always values ​​the most..."

The third senior brother frowned slightly: "How can the disciple presumptuously speculate on the master's intention?"

The disciples of Weiyang Palace stepped into the door, and before they could speak, Xie Ling pressed and beat them up, lying on the floor tiles wanting to cry without tears, vowing never to disturb the two senior brothers Qingxiu again.

76.

The stay in Lingxiao Mountain Villa was not long, and the owner of the Qin villa and my father bid farewell to each other, and did not board the boat until the boatman urged him to do so.

I brought so many people with me when I came, and I brought one more with me before I left.

On my left sits the new leader of the hero list——

Xie Ling and Xie Shaoxia are also.

On the right side is the new friend I met on this trip——

Brother Jiang Yuanjiang is also.

Unexpectedly, the appearance of Brother Jiang actually saved the third senior brother from the fire and water.Now the person Xie Ling despises the most has become Big Brother Jiang. I don't comment on that, anyway, he has such a personality, making small troubles and making troubles.

77.

On the first day back to Jianzong, my father slipped me into the ancestral hall.

I am an old friend of the ancestral hall, and I have spent countless days and nights in it since I was a child.But this time, I didn't fight with my brother, and I didn't play tricks and skip practice. My father has no reason to punish me to kneel.

I also thought about this in my heart, as soon as the brother who sent the letter left, I still went to the ancestral hall.

The smoke curled up, my father turned his back to me, and stood upright in front of the piles of tablets piled up like a hill.

I honestly called him: "Father."

Chang Zongzhu hummed, and cast a look at me, and I walked over knowingly.

He handed me three sticks of incense, and said in a low voice, "Go and offer incense sticks to Patriarch."

Today is not a festival day, and it is not Qingming, so I knelt on the futon with full of doubts.

The futon was still quite soft.

It's just that my father's good temper didn't last long.

He silently watched me kneel down and offer incense, and when I kneaded my knees and planned to get up, he stopped me with his cold voice, "Kneel down."

My father wouldn't let me get up, so I could only continue to kneel in a well-behaved manner with slumped brows and eyes.

"The ancestors of the Ruthless Sword Sect, my disciple Chang Wuyu and his son Chang Xuechu came to worship." The dull voice rang in my ears, and I was suddenly startled. one person.

My dad also knelt down.

"Xuechu, generations of ancestors are watching you here, dad wants you to promise two things, can you hear?"

"...You said." I was so flustered that I answered bravely.

"The first thing, I want you to swear that you will not practice the ruthless sword in this life."

Sect Master Chang spoke loudly, but when it hit my head, it was as light as a catkin.

The Wuqing Sword Sect established itself with the Wuqing Sword, and also got its name from the Wuqing Sword.The patriarch never married. He created a set of swordsmanship called Wuqing. After hundreds of years, the Wuqing swordsmanship has been passed down to my father's generation, which is the eighth generation.

My father's master once taught him the Wuqing sword technique, perhaps due to fate, the Wuqing sword that my father had practiced for several years fell apart after meeting my mother.

But he never gave up the idea of ​​inheriting the Ruthless Sword.

The ninth generation successor is pending, he always treats his senior brothers equally, but no one thinks that the person who will practice the Ruthless Sword will be his only son, even Junior Brother Chang himself deeply thinks so.

To say something rebellious, my father is simply unnecessary.

Don't say he made me swear, even if he forced me to learn, I might not be able to make progress!

I look old at the age of three, and more than ten years have passed, and my father still looks at me with high regard.

What a touching father-son relationship.

I wish I could hug him and cry bitterly, and then tell him, Dad, don't worry, it doesn't matter whether you swear or not.

But of course I can't do that.

I nodded, kowtowed deeply three times to the tablet on the top, and said every word clearly: "Chang Xuechu, the ninth generation disciple of the Wuqing Sword Sect, swears here that he will never practice the Wuqing Sword in this life."

It took only two breaths for a sentence, but my father's expression suddenly relaxed, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart, he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Okay."

"The second thing is that no matter what happens in the future, you should put yourself first, and you must not risk your life and despise your life."

The bamboo sticks supporting the window couldn't withstand the wind, and the window frame slammed heavily. I raised my head and said with difficulty: "...Father."

He glanced sideways at me and raised his voice: "Swear!"

My heart suddenly sank, I licked my dry lower lip, and blindly repeated his words: "Chang Xuechu, the ninth generation disciple of the Ruthless Sword Sect, swears that no matter where he is in the future, he will never risk his life or despise his life."

There is a mountainous meaning in these two vows, and I blinked my sore eye sockets: "Father, can't you hope for something good?"

"Silly boy," Chang Sect Master stood quietly in front of the memorial tablet, "If you have anything to ask, let's ask together."

I don't like practicing swords.

But I consider myself a fairly conscientious child.

My father's attitude has never changed. I will not bother me about inheriting Jianzong for the rest of my life. With my seniors standing in front of me, he and my mother only hope that I can improve a little bit, not even have the time to get close to me.

Leaving Jianzong, there is only one dead end.

How could I fail to understand his intentions, and immediately expressed my heartfelt words: "No, I understand that my father and mother should pay more attention to such a useless son as me."

"Get up." My father felt relieved and knocked on my forehead.