Volume 11 Seven Weapons: The Farewell Hook Chapter 299: Not a Hero If You Don't Love Fame
The sword is placed on the right side of the waist.
The hilt of the sword faces left.
Swordsmen in the martial arts world, except for a very few who know how to use backhand swords, usually place their swords on the left.
The backhand sword is difficult to practice, and it also requires some special body movements. Wan Junwu didn't think that the smiling young man in front of him would hurt anyone with the backhand sword.
The most likely possibility is that he used left-handed swordsmanship.
People who use left-handed swordsmanship are often difficult to deal with, but it’s not because the swordsmen who use left-handed swordsmanship have superb martial arts skills.
It's just that everyone is used to fighting with the right-handed sword. If the enemy suddenly changes the sword to the other side, the moves remain the same, but the direction is completely opposite, anyone would feel a little uncomfortable.
In addition to the peculiarity of the left-hand sword technique, swordsmen who are good at using the left-hand sword will soon become famous.
Wan Junwu felt that he had not heard of a left-handed swordsman appearing in the martial arts world recently, so he couldn't help feeling a little surprised.
What was even more surprised was Di Qinglin.
Of course Di Qinglin would know this swordsman.
The scene of the swordsman defeating Gui Dongjing with the "Hundred Flowers Fist" on the sand would sometimes appear in his mind.
He is Su Weiyun.
But Di Qinglin also knew clearly that he was using the sword in his right hand.
There are only two possibilities for a swordsman who is accustomed to using his right hand and suddenly switches to using his left hand sword.
The first possibility is that he has gone mad.
Di Qinglin didn't think in this direction.
Then there is the second possibility - he must have obtained some mysterious, strange, and terrifyingly powerful ancient swordsmanship, and this swordsmanship needs to be used with the left hand!
Di Qinglin was a little bit no longer calm, but fortunately his expression was always strange, so others could not see any extra changes on his face.
Su Weiyun then added: "I have already said that no matter how much Young Marquis Di bids, I will also bid three taels more than him. Now it is Young Marquis Di's turn to bid."
Qiu Xingjian saw that the person was not kind, but he remained calm and asked, "Did you really bring so much silver?"
Su Weiyun asked, "Ask Young Marquis Di if he also carries that much silver with him?"
Di Qinglin was dressed in white clothes, whiter than snow, and his hands were empty. Except for the charming beauty in a red robe standing next to him, it seemed that he really had nothing else with him.
Qiu Xingjian smiled and said, "Who doesn't know the name of Young Marquis Di? His words are like cash."
Su Weiyun said: "I see. I didn't expect he has such a magical mouth. "
Qiu Xingjian asked: "So you also have such a mouth?"
Before Su Weiyun could answer, Di Qinglin said, "He has!"
The smile on Qiu Xingjian's face suddenly froze.
Di Qinglin looked at Wan Junwu again and asked, "Master Wan, do you want to make another bid?"
Wan Junwu was not a man without vision. He could see that the situation on the field was a little subtle, and that the mysterious young swordsman was likely to have a very important background.
So he shook his head.
Di Qinglin said, "That's great. No one needs to bid. I'll pay 30,300 taels of silver for the old wine."
He held the slender hand of the beauty beside him tightly, and suddenly changed the subject, saying: "Then I will give this horse to Young Master Su!"
"Wow!"
There was an uproar in the crowd. Everyone was ready to watch the show, but Di Qinglin seemed to lower his head.
Su Weiyun walked over, patted Laojiu's head nonchalantly, and said, "Young Marquis Di gave you to me, which really wronged you."
Laojiu slowly turned his head and rubbed his chin on Su Weiyun's hand, as if to express his satisfaction and joy with the new owner.
Qiu Xingjian said at the right time: "Mingma, young hero, everyone is happy. Young Marquis Di is indeed a wonderful person."
Wan Junwu also laughed and said, "The story of Young Marquis Di giving the horse as a gift will surely spread to Luoyang and become a good story."
Di Qinglin's mouth twitched, he forced a smile, and then prepared to leave.
Su Weiyun suddenly asked: "I remember you said before that you would come to kill me."
Di Qinglin's footsteps suddenly stopped, as if his feet were suddenly caught in a spell that made them unable to move.
The crowd suddenly became quiet. Everyone stared at Su Weiyun with wide eyes, holding their breath.
Qiu Xingjian smiled awkwardly and said, "Since Young Marquis Di just gave you a famous horse, it is impossible for him to kill you. You are such a joker."
Su Weiyun also smiled at him and said, "I heard that General Manager Qiu Er just came from outside the Great Wall."
Qiu Xingjian said, "I came here on the orders of Mr. Jin from Sunset Racecourse outside the Pass."
Su Weiyun nodded and said, "I also heard that Chief Steward Feng of the Silver Spear is the boss of Sunset Horse Farm. Well, it seems to make sense."
After these words were spoken, no matter how well-educated Qiu Xingjian was, his expression couldn't help but change.
"What happens inside my Sunset Racecourse probably has nothing to do with you, young man."
Su Weiyun said calmly: "Then the matter between me and Young Marquis Di seems to have nothing to do with you."
Qiu Xingjian's curse words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out for a long time, and his face turned the color of liver.
Wan Junwu is indeed an old hand in the world. He said at this time: "As heroes and outstanding people, we have turned enemies into friends and become close friends. There are too many stories. Today may be another one."
The tense atmosphere can be dissolved into nothingness by simply “turning enemies into friends”.
Everyone exhaled in unison.
Su Weiyun suddenly smiled again, walked to Di Qinglin, and whispered something in his ear.
Then he left.
No one knew what he said to Di Qinglin except Di Qinglin and the beauty beside him.
…
March seventeen.
The night is cool as water and the spring breeze is calm.
In the attic of Peony Villa.
Sisi was lying in Di Qinglin's arms. She peeled a grape for him with her fingers painted with balsam juice and gently fed it into his mouth.
Sisi is the charming girl who follows Di Qinglin .
"You don't have to worry."
Di Qinglin stared at her suddenly and asked, "Did you hear what he said?"
Sisi said: "Well, I also know that you are not sure you can kill him."
Di Qinglin said nothing.
Sisi said: "But in my opinion, his swordsmanship may not be that high, otherwise he would not have said that."
Su Weiyun's original words were: "It doesn't matter, Young Marquis Di. Since you gave me a good horse, if you don't kill me, I won't kill you either."
Sisi still remembers it word for word.
Di Qinglin asked, "Why do you think he said that?"
Sisi added: "Maybe he just said that on purpose to make you feel fearful and stressed. When you can't stand it anymore, that's when he'll really take action."
A hint of approval flashed in Di Qinglin's cold eyes. He stood up and looked at the starry sky outside the window, saying, "Yes, you are right. You are really smart."
"Then guess who will give up first, me or him?"
Sisi smiled softly, hugged Di Qinglin's waist, and said, "As long as I am here, I will never let you fail."
Di Qinglin also laughed.
Sisi is indeed the woman who can make him completely relax.
…
At night, under the starlight.
The water's edge seems to be at the other end of the distant horizon.
Su Weiyun was still practicing drawing the sword.
He really used his left hand!
