Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 46 Yan Shisan
Li Muchan was speechless. He put the bun on the ground without saying anything more. Then he took out the "Daxia Dragon Bird" and walked aside to practice on his own.
The tall weeds on all sides and the collapsed ruins seemed to isolate it from everything outside.
The young man in black was not polite. He grabbed the bun and started to eat it ravenously, mumbling, "You are half an hour later than usual."
Li Muchan held the knife in his hand, but did not unsheathe it. He just held it up and said softly, "Something happened and delayed me."
The two had known each other for two months. Li Muchan had just arrived in Jinling at that time. After settling everything, he wanted to find a secluded and deserted place to practice sword. However, he changed several places and was not satisfied with any of them. Finally, he simply dived into this deserted ruin. He didn't expect to see a young man waving a bamboo stick in the snow as soon as he came in.
At first, he thought the boy was just a playful kid who had some patience, and he thought he would leave soon, so he came back the next day. Unexpectedly, the boy was still there a few days later. Then on the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day, Li Muchan came every day at the same time. He was surprised to find that the boy was unmoved by thunder, rain or shine, and he had been practicing swordsmanship here all the time.
In this case, how can I not be interested?
Out of curiosity, Li Muchan came over early one day, even before the other party.
Unexpectedly, the young man was just like him. Seeing someone here, he also came several times. However, he found that Li Muchan had no intention of leaving at all, so he came even earlier the next day.
After a few rounds of this, the two began to compete with each other. Today you came earlier than me, tomorrow I came earlier than you, and they kept fighting from early morning to the middle of the night, even when the snow was falling heavily, they did not back down.
Li Muchan simply brought the quilt and mattress over, but he didn't expect the boy to think the same as him. In the middle of the night, the two of them stared at each other in silence in the ancestral hall, neither of them was willing to admit defeat, and in the end... they practiced their own skills.
However, what surprised Li Muchan the most was when the other party said his name was Yan Shisan.
Once upon a time, there was a good fighter named "Yan Qi" and another one named "Yan Wu" in the martial arts world. Both of them were good sword fighters and were famous for a while, but they both died in the end. The young man said that he felt that he was better than the two of them combined, so he called himself "Yan Shisan".
Just like this, for more than two months, one practiced swordplay at one end, and the other practiced knife skills at the other end, without disturbing each other. When the practice became boring, the boy would often ask him to break down the moves, and gradually they became familiar with each other.
Actually, although he is called a teenager, Yan Shisan is already seventeen or eighteen years old. He just looks thin and frail, and his body seems much thinner than his peers.
Unlike the past, Yan Shisan was eating buns and trying to figure out some obscure aspects of swordsmanship, but when he accidentally saw Li Muchan's sword moves, his eyes lit up immediately. Although he knew that watching others practice martial arts was a taboo in the martial arts world, as soon as he looked away, he couldn't help but look back.
After watching for a while, his face tensed and he whispered, "Your sword moves are getting weirder and weirder. Why do they look like a set of extremely advanced sword techniques? Are you using sword moves with your sword?"
The blade of this ring-handled sword is long and narrow, like a sword but not a sword, like a knife but not a knife. It is obviously a knife, but there is no sluggishness in the sword moves at this time, instead it adds a bit of mystery and strangeness. The momentum of its movement is also integrated with the ruthlessness and domineering of the knife technique. The sword style that should have been majestic has actually become somewhat evil.
"You are too greedy." Yan Shisan frowned, looked at the bamboo stick in his hand that he was reluctant to put down even when eating, and said calmly: "Whether it is a knife or a sword, your heart is not sincere."
This person actually wanted to combine knife and sword moves into one weapon.
Li Muchan remained unmoved, his expression gentle, the long sword in his hand swung with the situation: "Sincerity? Haha, why are you holding the sword?"
Yan Shisan said in a deep voice: "Of course it is for the peak of martial arts."
Li Muchan asked with a smile: "What is the peak?"
Yan Shisan's eyes flickered, as if he already had the answer to this question: "I don't know. But it is rumored that Shangguan Jinhong once reached the supreme state of 'no ring on the hand, but a ring in the heart'... Perhaps, that is the peak, so I also want to stand in the same position as him and take a look."
Li Muchan paused and said, "So, whether one is sincere or not does not depend on the weapon in one's hand, but on one's heart. No matter how sharp a sword is, it is just a dead object, so why should one be sincere? I only need to be sincere to myself."
Yan Shisan frowned even deeper, swallowed the bun in his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Then you may never reach the state of 'oneness of man and instrument' in your entire life."
Li Muchan stood in the wind and rain, his sleeves fluttering, smiling, "You are wrong. I have never thought of becoming one with this dead thing. At best, I just want to control it. You have to know that with a weapon in hand, it is the person controlling the weapon, not the weapon controlling the person, or the person controlling the weapon. I just want it to obey me, and it will always be my foil. You must know that it is always the person who is invincible, not the weapon. If I am invincible, it will naturally be invincible. If I am useless, it will just be a good-looking firewood stick."
After hearing these words, Yan Shisan's face changed: "You are too conceited, and... too extreme!"
Li Muchan was silent for a while, then said softly and solemnly: "This is not arrogance, because I only believe in myself. Even the weapon in my hand is not worthy of my trust."
In the past, Yan Shisan only thought that Li Muchan had a gentle demeanor and a kind personality, and he thought that his thoughts would be gentle as well. He never expected that he would be so decisive and leave no room for negotiation.
Put everything into yourself, and either you will make great progress or you will be shattered into pieces, with no hope of recovery and only a thin line between life and death.
"I heard that there is a kid younger than me in the 'Divine Sword Villa' under the Cuiyun Peak. The first time he held a sword, he became one with the sword." Yan Shisan suddenly changed the subject, "Is there really such a person in the world?"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the news about "Xie Xiaofeng" had already spread. He smiled and said, "Well, maybe. Actually, I haven't seen him in person, but so what? I'm only looking forward to the feeling of stepping over him. I believe it will be unforgettable for a lifetime."
Yan Shisan remained silent after hearing this.
"Excalibur Villa!"
Li Muchan gradually stopped smiling, and murmured something suddenly. His right hand holding the knife suddenly loosened, and a green rainbow appeared in the wind and rain.
Yan Shisan's absorbed look suddenly changed and his pupils shrank rapidly.
He saw a green light suddenly flashing before his eyes, like a startled wild goose that disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the rain curtain seemed to have turned into a piece of cloth that was being cut by someone. The silky rain threads were torn into pieces at this moment and cut silently in the air, revealing several clear and narrow cuts.
Then the wind and rain came together again, and the scar disappeared, as if it were a dream.
What a fast knife!!!
Yan Shisan was shocked. In the past, the two of them only competed in moves, back and forth, breaking each other's moves, and countering each other's moves. Their ideas were all wild and spontaneous. He used sword moves and Li Muchan used knife moves, and they stopped when they were done.
But as far as I can remember, this person has never shown such skills before. I didn't expect that he would be so extraordinary today. I guess he must have learned some advanced sword skills and was inspired to do so.
"beep!"
Suddenly, Qinghong flew over, flashed by like lightning, and crashed into the wooden pillar.
Li Muchan hurriedly chased after him, smiling apologetically, "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't hold it for a moment, my hand slipped, it seems my kung fu is still not good enough."
Yan Shisan suddenly noticed Li Muchan's hands. He saw that the palms of his pale hands were covered with calluses on the right hand holding the sword, and the left hand had also grown a thick layer of calluses at some point.
In an instant, his pupils shrank and then expanded. He still remembered that when they first met two months ago, Li Muchan's palms were still smooth, but now, unconsciously and silently, they have undergone such a change.
There is no doubt that this person must have undergone some unimaginable hard training in secret. The calluses on his flesh have been worn to be crystal clear and have obviously fallen off more than once.
"We've known each other for so long, but you haven't told me your name yet? " Yan Shisan suddenly asked seriously.
Li Muchan said gently: "Li Muchan."
At this point, the two men had already withdrawn, one practicing with the sword and the other practicing with the knife, repeating the same pattern as usual.
Time passed little by little, and it was evening again.
Yan Shisan had already left , leaving only Li Muchan, still tirelessly practicing swordsmanship again and again in the drizzle.
until.
"call out!"
In the dark wind and rain, a sharp and rapid sound of breaking through the air was heard in the distance, rising straight into the sky, and then a ball of green sparks bloomed.
Li Muchan then stopped the knife in his hand and looked up with some surprise.
"Devil Cult!"
