Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 53: Ghost Prince, Sword-carrying Boy
In the Yan family ancestral hall.
The young man got up early before daybreak, carrying his bamboo stick, and went to practice swordplay in the wind and rain.
It turned out that it was not possible to work in isolation. Ever since he had been sparring with Li Muchan and learning from each other, his swordsmanship had improved greatly in just two months. He had also mastered all the sword techniques he had learned in the past with astonishing progress.
He could also sense that Li Muchan's swordsmanship was also undergoing earth-shaking changes.
This man's swordplay was strange at first, then extremely skillful, and then terrible . His sword moves might be extremely exquisite the moment before, but would become horrible the next time.
But this is not a bad thing. He can see that this man is practicing sword skills with all his heart. No one is born perfect, and the same goes for sword skills.
Once upon a time, there were people who swung their swords thousands and tens of thousands of times day and night, without , cold and hot, and developed a swift sword skill that was unparalleled in the martial arts world and was famous throughout the world; there were also people who drew their swords and swung them all day long, without changing at any time of the year, and finally developed a sword skill that was so terrifying that it was almost sacred.
Ordinary people think that they can acquire amazing skills by just repeating like this, but they cannot see through the changes involved.
Those thousands, even tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of swings and slashes, every sword and every knife was different.
Even though it seems and sounds no different, in order to achieve the most perfect technique, to master the most subtle variations of each move, to seek the supreme sword, the strongest knife, after thousands of refinements, the speed, strength, angle, and reaction, all the variations have gone from the crude to the subtle, and these are invisible to the naked eye.
This is a state of mind.
In his eyes, Li Muchan was transitioning from a superficial level to a profound level, constantly exploring for better skills that belonged to him, the skills of killing.
This person's perseverance is terrifying. Not only is he very competitive, he is also very ruthless to himself.
It may not be difficult to do something, but the difficult part is to persist in doing it day and night; and Li Muchan's competitive spirit is so strong that he even wants to win over himself, breaking the limits time and time again, and then constantly challenging the limits.
Very urgent.
Yan Shisan could already sense that this person was eager to gain strength.
horrible.
But, so is he.
Yan Shisan walked into the ancestral hall wearing his old cloth shoes, stepping over the puddles on the ground. He suddenly twitched his nostrils and smelled a hint of blood. His eyes wandered for a moment and then looked towards the corner.
Li Muchan was meditating and breathing. Although his clothes were soaked, they could not dispel the strong smell of blood. His face was so pale that he did not look like a living person, and his eyes were so dark that he did not look like a living person.
Yan Shisan hesitated for a moment: "Are you injured?"
Li Muchan said gently: "No, I just encountered something and lost too much energy."
Yan Shisan's eyes moved: "Did you kill those people on the street?"
Hearing this, Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who?"
Yan Shisan did not approach, but stood at the door, shrinking his thin body into the corner, alertly looking around, and whispered: "People from the Divine Sword Villa. I heard that even the 'Flying Phoenix Female Swordsman' Xie Fenghuang is dead. That person is Hua Shaokun's wife, Xie Wangsun's sister, Xie Xiaofeng's aunt, and the remaining 43 Xie family members were all killed and placed in front of the 'Confucius Temple'."
Seeing Li Muchan's gradually wry smile, Yan Shisan continued, "And the murderer also left a message."
Li Muchan asked: "What?"
Yan Shisan suddenly laughed: "The murderer is Li Muchan, the 'Ghost Prince'."
Li Muchan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I did kill someone last night, but not these people. I guess it was my wife who did it... Mr. Ghost, haha, so tacky."
Yan Shisan's eyes widened, as if he was extremely surprised: "You still have a wife?"
Li Muchan rolled his eyes and said, "Why? Isn't it normal for a young man like me who is both talented in literature and martial arts to be obsessed with all the chivalrous women in the martial arts world?"
Yan Shisan's smile was even weirder and stiffer, with the corners of his mouth twitching and his cheeks twitching: "Female knight? I don't think there will be any more in the future. This is just one thing. In addition, you have also practiced the 'Ghost Secret Manual' and are the successor of the 'Ghost Group of Ghosts'. From now on, the three words 'Li Muchan' will be regarded as an evil heretic. Anyone in the white martial arts world and the famous and upright sects will be able to kill him."
Li Muchan was not surprised or panicked after hearing this. Instead, she smiled and nodded: "Isn't it great?"
Yan Shisan was surprised and asked, "Is this okay?"
Li Muchan stood up and said nonchalantly, "The Jianghu is full of twists and turns, and people's hearts are sinister. Everyone has one face in front of others and another face behind others. They are cunning and unpredictable. Compared with the evil demons, at least you know they are not good people. But those so-called famous and upright sects, the old masters of the Jianghu, the seniors of the martial arts world, may appear to be kind and benevolent, but secretly they are thieves and prostitutes, insidious and despicable..."
At this point, he took a deep breath, his eyes slightly changing, and he said quietly: "Since I have entered the martial arts world with the 'Ghost Secret Book', I don't need to worry about the reputation of being good. I will hate those who hate me, and I will kill myself if someone wants to kill me. Why should I care about whether the person in front of me is good or evil, a friend or an enemy?"
Yan Shisan sighed: " People like you are really terrible. If you become a martial artist in the future, the martial arts world will inevitably be in turmoil."
"Turbulence?" Li Muchan sneered, and then sighed meaningfully, "How can there be turbulence?"
His laughter suddenly changed, and he looked at Yan Shisan and said softly: "Since I am already an evil demon, you should leave. I have to wait here for two days."
Yan Shisan didn't want to imitate Li Muchan's previous behavior and rolled his eyes: "Are you deliberately acting out a scene just to compete with me for this place?"
The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly they both laughed.
"I am neither a white man nor a black man, and I am certainly not a righteous or evil man." Yan Shisan looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, and said with hope as if his heart was drawn to the avenue: "I just want to see the peak of martial arts and the scenery at the top of the sword path."
He looked at Li Muchan again and said, "It's time for you to practice swordplay."
Li Muchan nodded: "Okay!"
After that, Yan Shisan asked curiously, "Since you already have a wife, do you have a child? Is it a boy or a girl? Is your wife pretty?"
Li Muchan's eyes slanted: "How dare you think about my wife?"
Yan Shisan shook his head and said, "I wonder what kind of wife a man like you can marry and what kind of son you can have."
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "She wants to kill me, and I want to kill her too."
Yan Shisan was silent for a while before speaking: "It makes sense."
As they talked, they floated out into the rain, swords waving in unison.
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In front of Confucius Temple.
The wind has not stopped and the rain has not stopped.
But in the mist and rain, a group of people were seen walking towards them from afar. They were all wearing straw hats and raincoats, and underneath they were wearing black and white tight clothes that only the children of the Xie family wore. They all had swords on their backs, and their expressions were as cold as ice, with hatred and anger in their eyes. The murderous aura was overwhelming, which made people feel frightened and terrified.
In addition to the Xie family members, there is also the "Dragon Swordsman" Hua Shaokun who fought with Murong Ying last night.
And in front of them, forty-four corpses were neatly lined up in the rain.
In addition to the death of "Flying Phoenix Female Swordsman" Xie Fenghuang, two elders of the Xie family and forty-one disciples of the clan were also killed.
These people had sword wounds .
Some of them had their bodies torn into pieces and had been stitched together, leaving an empty chest with a bloody hole; some had their sternums completely broken, with a frightening purple palm print on their chests, the purple was so thick that it almost penetrated the bones and marrow, it was extremely horrifying; there were also knife wounds and sword marks, necks cut by knives, and throats pierced by swords, all of which killed them in one blow.
"Although my aunt's swordsmanship has not reached the pinnacle, it has also reached the level of mastery. She was killed by a single sword strike." A clear and lonely voice suddenly sounded from behind all the Xie family members, "Is there still no trace of my second brother?"
The crowd dispersed like the tide, and then a somewhat thin figure walked out from the crowd.
The man was rather short, and his straw hat and raincoat seemed to be extremely ill-fitting, but his steps were so steady that it made one's heart tremble. His aura was even more stable, and he seemed to be rooted to the ground, as if his not-so-broad, thin and frail back was bearing a tremendous weight, which prevented him from walking fast.
"Dian Cang Sword Technique!"
"The Kunlun School's Nine Great Flying Dragon Moves!"
"The Huashan School's Wandering Dragon Sword Technique!"
"Ghost claws grab people's souls, is this the 'Ghost Secret Book'?"
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The visitor examined the wounds on the body one by one, and told the origins one by one as if they were the back of his hand. Then he walked step by step to Xie Fenghuang's body.
Looking at the sword wound in the corpse's throat, wet marks suddenly slid down the young face under the bamboo hat.
It turned out that this was a young man, and what he carried on his back was not a heavy object, but a somewhat old sword, about four feet long, which was simply slung diagonally on his back; the scabbard was black, and the tassel was apricot yellow, which had long been mottled and faded, and the elegant sword tip was still glowing faintly in the rain.
This sword is not a sharp weapon forged by a famous master, nor is it a famous sword from ancient times, but it is a divine sword unparalleled in the world.
Because it is called the Divine Sword, the Xie Family Divine Sword.
Hundreds of years ago, Xie Tian founded the "Excalibur Villa". It was with this sword that he defeated all the masters in the world, won the championship in kendo, and was regarded as "the best sword in the world".
The long sword was shaking and making a sound for no apparent reason, the sound was clear and melodious, like the roar of a dragon.
As the sword rang, the swords on the backs of the dozens of Xie family members began to tremble as if provoked by the sword's will.
The young man turned his eyes and looked at Xie Fenghuang's face, which was covered in blood. There were dozens of shocking sword marks on it, which together were -
"The murderer, the ghost prince, Li Muchan!!"
