Volume 13 Seven Weapons: Love Ring Chapter 324: Searching for the Sword in the Rain
Moustache is dead.
He was still very young and his martial arts skills were not bad. If he were given another ten years, he would definitely become one of the most powerful elites under the old man.
Who killed him?
Who can kill him?
Su Weiyun knew very well that with the little mustache's skills, even ten Li Qianshans combined would not be able to hurt him at all.
Minister He sighed and said, "Did he...did he really go after Li Qianshan?"
Su Weiyun nodded silently.
Minister He said slowly: "It is absolutely impossible for Li Qianshan to kill him."
Both of them suddenly stopped talking.
The rain is still falling. It has been falling all night and is still drizzling now, with no sign of stopping.
The autumn wind and rain are murderous.
Su Weiyun bent down to check the wound on the mustache man. The wound was in the throat and he was killed with one blow.
A knowledgeable expert who is skilled in the use of weapons can tell a lot of things from the wound, including the opponent's strength, the moves used, the direction of the attack and so on.
Su Weiyun is not an expert in all kinds of weapons.
After all, he was a self-taught monk, not from a noble family, and he had only been in the martial arts world for less than ten years, so he knew a little less about these things.
But he could definitely tell how the mustache man died.
Because the wound between the mustache man's throat was caused by the long sword.
There was a large gap in the front of his throat, above his Adam's apple, but there was only a faint red spot on the back of his neck.
Apart from this, there were no other scars on the mustache man's body.
Su Weiyun stared for a long while, looked carefully again and again, and then gently put the mustache man's body down again.
"It wasn't too unfair that he died under that man's sword."
Minister He asked, "Who is that person?"
Su Weiyun shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Minister He said, "When someone uses the Bone-Dissolving Palm, their palms will become soft once they start to work, and they will not return to normal until they stop working. However, his palms are still strong and firm, and there is no blood on them. It is obvious that he was killed before he could even make a move."
"If that man wasn't an excellent swordsman, then his death would have been very unjust."
Su Weiyun said seriously: "So that person is very likely a top swordsman!"
Minister He asked, "Why do you think so?"
Su Weiyun said: "First of all, he draws his sword very quickly. I have also experienced the speed of the palm technique of the little mustache, but when he was face to face, he was killed before he even had time to move his hands. There are definitely very few people who can do this!"
"Moreover, he controlled the force of the sword very carefully. He didn't pierce the throat with the sword. Instead, he drew back the sword just when it was about to pierce the throat."
Minister He said, "Maybe he has run out of strength. The little mustache guy is not a weakling after all."
Su Weiyun shook his head and said, "A true master will never waste any energy when using a sword to kill someone. If he is sure he can kill his opponent, why would he waste any more energy?"
Minister He asked, "What else?"
Su Weiyun said: "And the momentum of his sword."
Minister He asked doubtfully, "Momentum?"
Su Weiyun said: "Different swords have different auras. I can't explain it to you clearly, but I can feel the aura on his sword."
"His sword is like a lonely and proud pine tree growing on the top of Kunlun Mountain, in the extreme cold. No matter how strong the wind and snow are, or how cold and frost are coming, the pine tree still stands on its own, heading towards the sky, and it will never come back!"
This review cannot be said to be bad. Su Weiyun not only saw the form of the killer's swordsmanship, but also touched the hidden charm in it.
He was able to do this only after he had studied swordplay for three months at the Bashan Sword Pavilion and gained a lot from it.
Minister He still found it hard to believe it.
"There are seven recognized swordsmen in the martial arts world, and Baili Changqing is one of them. But in my opinion, even with his swordsmanship, it is impossible to kill the mustache man easily."
"It doesn't matter, let's go and see for ourselves."
"Will he still wait for us to find him?"
"A person who can use such a lonesome sword technique will never escape so easily."
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Heavy rain sometimes erases many traces, but Minister He happens to be the one who can restore these traces.
Although he was often drunk, it must be said that he was very efficient in doing things, because it was because of this that he was valued by the old man and allowed to drink.
It only took Su Weiyun and the other person half an hour to find the person who brought the body over.
There were two people who moved the body. They were a pair of brothers. They originally made a living by selling coffins, but last night an old man gave them 100 taels of silver and taught them to deliver the body over.
Although they knew that this was not the right thing to do, they could not resist the temptation of one hundred taels of silver and agreed to it anyway.
They also decided that if no one came to collect the body within a day, they would give him a coffin and bury the man with two delicate mustaches properly.
“Where are the people who paid you?”
"My two brothers met him at the Tiger Building last night."
Su Weiyun immediately took Minister He to the Tiger Tower.
…
Tiger House.
The Tiger Tower remained open all night.
Of course there are no real tigers in the Tiger House, but it is said that the proprietress of the Tiger House is a very big tigress.
When Su Weiyun arrived, she found the proprietress standing blankly in front of the wooden cabinet, fiddling and twisting things with her hands, just like she was threading a needle.
People only behave like this when they are very nervous and don't know what to do.
Why is she nervous?
The proprietress was looking at a thin and proud old man with a sword on his waist, sitting alone in a corner, drinking hot wine silently.
He drank slowly, but he had been drinking all night.
He had an indescribable and frightening majesty. The proprietress had dealt with many men before, but she never dared to look him in the face. Moreover, she had seen with her own eyes the old man drawing his sword and killing someone last night!
When the proprietress handed over the seventh jar of wine, she still lowered her head, but couldn't help but persuade him: "You have been drinking all night, do you want to drink more?"
The old man ignored her.
The old man didn't say anything, and the proprietress didn't dare to say anything more.
At the door, Su Weiyun was already holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepping over the threshold and walking in.
The first moment he walked in, the old man paused with the wine glass in his hand, and stared at him with eyes as sharp as an eagle and as sharp as the tip of a sword.
Su Weiyun looked around and stared at him.
The moment their eyes met, both of them understood what the other meant.
"That mustache guy is your subordinate?"
"You killed him?"
The old man put down his wine glass, slowly stood up and said, "It seems that you are not well-informed. I waited for you for seven jars of wine before you finally arrived."
Su Weiyun's eyes suddenly changed, and he said, "You killed someone, and you still dare to wait for me?"
The old man chuckled and said, "Why do we need to do it twice if we can solve it together?"
Minister He followed in, and he also realized that this old man seemed difficult to deal with.
"May I ask your name, old man?"
The old man glanced at him calmly and actually recited a poem: "I look down upon the wind and frost, and I am old and thin, but I am not alone when I am beside you. I have never been around before, so I wonder if you have ever met someone like me."
Hearing this, Minister He's face changed drastically, and he asked anxiously, "Are you the Lone Pine Old Man, one of the Three Friends of Winter?"
The old man said nothing, but moved his right hand down and grasped the ancient dark green sword at his waist.
