Chapter 881 A guest in Jianyu Tower came to provoke him, and the snow-clothed purple clothes on the snow pavement
Zhang Yun held the fire candle sword tightly, and there was no distraction in his heart: “My Zhang family, there was Lu Zu riding a crane, there was Sword Emperor Su Mao climbing the tower to comment on swordsmen all over the world, and there was also Sword God Li Chungang here to give instructions on his grandfather’s sword skills. If I retreat today, then Jianyu Tower will really die! Zhang Ningjing, Zhang Zhiyuan, Zhang Tanbo, Zhang Mingzhi, you four remember that after my death, the people of Jianyu Tower can die, and the plaque can fall, but the three words “Sword Yu Tower” must not be left out! It cannot be humiliated!”
Zhang Yun pulled out the candle sword, with a sad expression of dying with a generous expression, and said with a smile: “Before death, I thanked my senior for asking me to draw the sword. For the senior, the young man named Li Huainian, I, Zhang Yun, are about to die, and I dared to say a few words in my heart. In fact, I have a good impression of Li Huainian, not because he is not outstanding, but his views on swordsmanship are extremely high-level. But seeing this young man reminds me of my youthful spirit and willing to ignore the person I like. My original intention was to let him eat a few more meals, just like the miserable experience I had when I was young, but later, for some reason, the little girl suddenly changed her mind. She was still a little regretful, and she didn’t think deeply, and she didn’t expect Zhang Dachun to take action against that young man.”
Speaking of this, Zhang Yun turned his head, looked at the beautiful woman with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and said softly: “You were not like this before.”
The woman looked confused.
After the middle-aged man no longer carried his hands, he looked at the owner of Jianyu Tower, who held a sword-shaped sword in front of him and smiled and said, “Even if I take action, I will make you do my best and die when you can die.”
The Western Shu Jianyu Tower is said to have collected more than a thousand exquisite sword moves in the world. Although in fact, most of the sword moves are just the moves of the owners of Jianyu Tower and outstanding disciples of all generations. Looking at the world, it is not very outstanding. It is just the foundation accumulated over hundreds of years, and some of the tricks that are at the bottom of the box are indeed the first-class sword skills of the world. It’s a pity that Zhang Yun also knew that many sword moves were so wonderful, but he just couldn’t get the true meaning of them. After all, the inheritance of too many sword masters has their own advantages, and the sword intentions are even scattered and mixed, and there are even contradictory points. Zhang Yun finally did not reach the state of returning to nature. If he encountered ten thousand taels of gold and had to take away a few hundred kilograms with empty hands.
The middle-aged man took one hand and stretched out the other.
Zhang Yun’s sword was full of energy, sometimes it was as majestic as the sun rising eastward, sometimes it was as soft as the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, sometimes it was as thick and solemn as heavy snow in the middle of winter, sometimes it was as light and ethereal as the birds flying on the branches.
What’s even more rare is that Zhang Yun’s connection between various completely different sword intents is meticulous and not abrupt and stiff.
It is important to know that the first sentence of Jianyulou family preaching begins with the clear meaning: the sunrise in Kunlun, the bright moon in the sea, the water of the Spring God Lake, the tide of Guangling, the mist of the red city, the flying snow of the two Liaos, the yellow sand in the desert, all kinds of wonders contain the intent of the sword, and it turns into one, and the sword path ends!
Just let Zhang Yun hand it out with one sword, thatThe middle-aged man gently flicked his fingers to the tip of the candle’s sword, so every time he trembled, it meant that Zhang Yun’s exquisite sword intent came to an abrupt end.
This absurd scene is like a romantic scholar who recites a famous line of eternal origin, and is interrupted by a vulgar village man with the word “fart”.
In the square, I saw the sword energy like a rainbow.
Zhang Yun was confused by his sword, but the middle-aged man always stood there, understatement and flicked his fingers.
Even the disciples of Jianyulou, who are outsiders, know clearly that the level of sword skills of the two is as different as clouds and mud.
Their master or master, Zhang Yun, the owner of the Western Shu Jianyulou Tower, is one of the ten major masters of the Western Shu Road. Even as the chief escort of Chuntie Caotang, who is the top rank, he dare not say that Zhang Yun, who is trying his best to fight the enemy with his two fingers, let alone under the premise that his body is still as motionless as a mountain.
The emergence of this middle-aged man not only shocked the legendary mysterious cultivation of the land gods, but also invisibly spread a lofty and magnificent martial arts picture for many disciples of Jianyu Tower who are determined to reach the top of the sword path.
Everyone present was in a complicated mood. When Jianyu Tower encountered such a life-and-death enemy, who could turn the tide, who is destined to be unable to avenge his previous shame today, but it would be true in ten or twenty years.
Just as Zhang Yun’s sword was getting weaker, and the owner of Jianyu Tower knew that he would die, Zhang Yun did not feel much unwilling to accept it. He just felt that after showing his whole life what he had learned, it was still just a matter of this person’s fingers flashing. He was a little ashamed of his ancestors and had to work hard to get it. However, in this moment, he had no regrets when his sword heart reached the state of clear and clear emptiness.
“Master, don’t kill people, killing people is illegal!” Suddenly, an anxious voice sounded from afar, and the voice that was not unfamiliar fell into the ears of the disciples of Jianyu Tower. I used to think it was ridiculous and hateful, but now it is like the sound of nature.
As for the content of the words, no one felt funny anymore.
The middle-aged man bounced his fingers open Zhang Yun and his sword, forcing him to retreat dozens of steps away, turned to the apprentice who rushed over and said angrily, “When will it be illegal to kill people?”
The young man ran to him and whispered, “I won’t talk about whether I violate the law or not, but you killed people under the noses of so many people. How bad it sounds like to spread it out. The Tao Sword God started a massacre in Jianyu Tower in Xishu, which would damage his reputation!”
The old man in the gatehouse who ran all over the streets to search for traces of young people, didn’t know that he was equivalent to saving Jianyu Tower’s life.
The middle-aged man said helplessly: “When did I care about reputation?”
The young man said righteously: “As an apprentice, I care! I care very much!”
The middle-aged man laughed it off.
Zhang Yun, who was sweating profusely, put his sword in the sheath, held his fists with his hands, and smiled with great sincerity and joy, bowed to the end: “Even though,”I already know my senior’s identity. Jianyulou was removed from the Western Sichuan because of his senior. Zhang Yun has no regrets in his life! Jianyu Tower is also without regrets! “
As soon as this statement came out, all the sword rain towers below Zhang Yun worshipped guests and disciples in the sect, and were shocked.
In the world, for all the white Taoists, personal reputation is extremely important, and the reputation involved in the sects is even more serious.
Zhang Yun’s shocking statement means that the middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance in front of him is like the head of the Wu family who uses the power of the sword tomb to say the flying sword, and Chai Qingshan, on behalf of the Dongyue Sword Pond, said that the sword is forged by the sword.
Otherwise, no matter how high this person’s martial arts practice is, no matter how this person treats sentient beings like an ant, he will not let Zhang Yun, who is willing to sacrifice his life to the sword, take the initiative to say this sentence.
The middle-aged man did not look strange about this, and accepted it calmly, or to be precise, he ignored it completely.
The woman who was previously pushed away by a son from Yizhou was now nestled in her mother’s arms, feeling pitiful. After seeing a foreign countryman who had vowed a vow in private, her timid face was a bit natural charming and adorable. She took a few steps forward, staring at the young man who was abandoned by her mother after she had her mother’s ecstasy soup, and said softly: “I miss you, I’m wrong. Can you forgive me, okay, I’ve actually never forgotten you, but at home…”
Li Huainian turned to look at the girl who let her stay in the distance. She carried the bamboo basket and looked up.
The apricots in the basket have been sold out, and there are still three or two peaches.
He smiled and turned his head, restrained his smile, glanced at the woman in Jianyu Tower, and said nothing.
The middle-aged man asked, “I finally gave up.”
The young man nodded and nodded vigorously.
The young man seemed to notice something, and asked in surprise, “Master, you must have lie to me on purpose, right?”