Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 440: Sword Fighting in the Inn
In the lobby.
The guests all stared at Zhuyeqing in a daze. Some had been looking at him the whole time, while others had not noticed him before.
People didn't know what had gone wrong with him.
"you……"
Wawa was just about to reach out to help Zhuyeqing.
Zhuyeqing suddenly stood up, pushed the doll away, and said angrily: "I don't want you to help me. Do you think that I have lost all my martial arts skills just because I am blind?"
He shouted, "Xiao Yun, I heard that even the swordsmen of the Hainan Sword School were defeated by you, so I came here this time to challenge you to a duel!"
"Those are all rumors, they are false. I poisoned them first, and then I took advantage of the opportunity to defeat them."
Xiao Yun gave an explanation calmly. Over the past year, he had become very proficient at saying this. With this explanation, he gained a lot of people's disdain for him, but he also avoided a lot of trouble.
Zhuyeqing held onto the table and said, "I don't care. I will definitely pick up my sword skills again and defeat you today!"
"Bring me my sword!"
Zhuyeqing shouted.
No one handed him the sword.
"Where's the sword? Where's my sword?"
The baby looked at him with tears in his eyes and said, "Your sword has been pawned long ago, otherwise how could we have the money to travel here?"
Zhuyeqing screamed “Ahhh” three times and cursed: “Crazy woman, you clearly said you would keep it with me, give me the sword quickly!”
Xiaoyun stared at him quietly and said, "Can I give you a wooden sword?"
This was the wooden sword he had used for the past year. Sometimes he would perform some sword techniques, but he rarely used the Thirteen Deadly Swords and the Daruma Sword Technique.
He could forget other sword techniques, but he could not forget these two.
Zhuyeqing rushed over in two steps and asked, "You have a sword? You gave me the sword, what do you use it for?"
Xiaoyun said: "I don't use a sword."
Zhuyeqing's face flushed, and he gasped for air, saying, "Do you think I will take advantage of you? Do you think I am blind and therefore you don't take me seriously?"
Xiaoyun shook his head and said, "No."
Zhuyeqing asked: "What is that for?"
Xiao Yun said: "In terms of martial arts, whether you are blind or not, I will not take you seriously. So I don't want to fight with you."
Zhuyeqing laughed in anger, holding the wooden sword handed by Xiaoyun, and shook it casually, and three sword flowers appeared, arranged on the top, left and right.
"See? My swordsmanship hasn't deteriorated much!"
The sword moves he made were indeed quite good, and showed considerable skill.
Then he used the "Dragon Out of the Sea" move, stabbing straight at Xiaoyun's thigh, and shouted: "Watch out!"
Bang!
Xiaoyun picked up a wine jug and pierced the sword lightly, so that the handle of the jug passed through the tip of the sword. Then he used his strength to twist the sword away, and the wooden sword suddenly stopped in mid-air and could not move.
Zhuyeqing's right hand kept moving, and he used a lot of strength to fiddle with the tip of the sword, wanting to stab it.
"What weapon do you use? You are such a despicable person. You clearly said you don't use weapons!"
His arms were shaking, and he put almost all his strength into them, with his upper body twisted into a weird shape.
Bang!
The silver bottle broke, and the wine spilled all over the floor, splashing far away.
Zhuyeqing poked the wine jug in the crack, but lost his balance and fell to the ground. His palms were twisted red, but he still held the wooden sword tightly.
Just as Wawa was about to help him, he said in panic, "Go away, stay away from me, he must have spilled some poison! Don't get it on you!"
"That's wine, not poison!"
Zhuyeqing seemed to have survived a catastrophe, and was very relieved. He murmured, "Is it wine? It turns out it's not poison."
He stood up again, pointed his sword in the direction where Xiaoyun was standing, and said, "The winner was not decided just now, let's fight again now..."
No one answered him.
The guests seemed to be seeing a madman amusing himself.
They have already seen that Xiaoyun can block Zhuyeqing's sword with just a wine jug. If they really fight, Zhuyeqing will probably be defeated in just a few moves.
Wawa tried to persuade Zhuyeqing again, but Zhuyeqing smiled and said, "It's okay. I was a little unfamiliar with it just now, so he blocked my sword. This time..."
"He just used the wine jug to hang my sword?"
Wawa nodded carefully and said, "Yes, he used the wine flask we drink from."
Zhuyeqing kept shaking his head and said, "How could it be a wine pot? How could it be a wine pot? I thought it must be the Love Ring that has been lost for many years. Apart from the Love Ring, what else can hold my sword..."
Zhuyeqing suddenly cried out, sat down on the ground again, threw away the wooden sword, and groped and picked up things on the ground with both hands.
"It can't be the wine jug. Where is it?"
As he spoke, his finger was pierced by a sharp piece of porcelain, leaving a large cut from which blood slowly flowed.
The doll quickly sucked the bamboo green snake's fingers with its mouth, but the bamboo green snake jumped into the doll's arms and hugged it tightly.
The doll squatted down gently, hugged his neck, and held his head and the tears in his eyes in his arms.
Zhuyeqing was sobbing softly, like a child, and the doll was his mother.
The two people were united again, as if they could not be separated.
This weird and sad farce left everyone speechless.
Xiaoyun was even more stunned.
When he saw this scene, he felt extremely shocked, as if a mountain had fallen from the sky, or a heavy axe from heaven, pressing down on his head.
And he was extremely excited, an excitement that came from the deepest part of his soul. If you didn't pay close attention, you might not even be able to feel it.
Xiaoyun felt it.
He finally understood why he had to "sit and forget".
He saw everything at that moment, what it was like for a person to lose everything and fall heavily from a great height!
He looked at the misery, helplessness and pity of the bamboo leaf green snake and did not feel afraid, but relieved instead.
“Under the cliff, it turns out to be just like this.”
Under the cliff, it was indeed a scary place, but not that scary.
This is the case with many things. What people think is horrible may be far less than the actual situation.
It’s like people are naturally afraid of the dark. In fact, there may be nothing in the dark, but people are still afraid of it.
Over the years, people have never encountered ghosts, but once they walk into the depths of darkness, they always feel that they might encounter evil ghosts, so they scream and run fast in fear.
This is "excess fear".
Xiaoyun had it too, but he finally recognized this “extra fear” and saw more clearly the picture hidden behind this fear.
"Old Man Tianji has been afraid for so many years and has never dared to take that step. I never thought that I would recognize him today."
Xiaoyun suddenly said, "Zhuyeqing, do you want to fight me again? We can both use swords."
Zhuyeqing said: "Do you still want to humiliate me?"
Xiao Yun said, "I just had a sudden inspiration and took advantage of it. In terms of swordsmanship alone, I may not be able to defeat you."
Zhuyeqing was skeptical and hesitated for a long time, then nodded and said, "Okay, where is the sword?"
Xiao Yun picked up the wooden sword, waved it casually, and said, "I'll use the sword first, you can see my sword skills first!"
"good!"
Wow!
There was no sword wind, no sound, a wooden sword stabbed forward flatly.
This sword seemed to be nothing.
However, Zhuyeqing relied on his keen intuition and suddenly attacked, using his palm as a knife, turning his body sideways, and quickly cutting across Xiaoyun's wrist.
Click!
The wooden sword in Xiaoyun's hand fell to the ground!
Everyone was stunned by the skill used by Zhuyeqing. They really didn't expect that a blind man could have such agile skills.
The two of them worked together so quickly that it seemed like a performance they had planned in advance.
Zhuyeqing heard the clang of the wooden sword and shouted in surprise: "Did I win? Did I knock his sword down?"
Wawa hugged him and said, "Yes, you really beat him!"
She gave Xiaoyun a grateful look.
Xiaoyun ignored it.
He sat quietly on the bench, surrounded by a strong and comfortable sense of security, as if he was being embraced in his mother's arms.
As a result, it seemed that even he exuded an aura of reliability, security, and trustworthiness.
This is not caused by martial arts or power, but is a kind of personality.
"I have finally taken the step towards 'forgetting'. It turns out that forgetting martial arts is like this."
