Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 443: Farewell
Xie Xiaodi is gone.
He left behind the magic sword that was made of South China Sea cold iron and various rare materials by a master and went away alone.
Perhaps he felt that his sword was no longer of any use to him; there was no point in him staying here.
The bamboo-leaf green snake hasn't left yet.
He had already made plans to die. At his point, he was no longer afraid of death. But at this moment, Zhuyeqing was still alive, and he felt that being alive was a good thing after all.
The furnishings in Yuelai Inn were still neatly arranged and hardly damaged.
But the dull and depressing atmosphere only slowly dissipated after Xie Xiaodi had been gone for a long time.
Wawa was the first to speak, and she asked, "My little brother, why did he leave?"
Xie Xiaodi's original name was Xiaodi, and only a small number of people knew this.
Zhuyeqing said strangely, "Brother Xiaoyun, are you really the mysterious swordsman who fought with Xie Xiaofeng for seven days and seven nights at the Divine Sword Villa and fought him to a draw?"
Xiaoyun sat on the bench woodenly and said, "Do you believe it?"
Zhuyeqing sighed and said, "If anyone else came to you, I would definitely not believe it; but if Xie Xiaodi said this, I would have to believe it."
Xiaoyun asked, "Is what he said reliable?"
Zhuyeqing said: "He is Xie Xiaofeng's son!"
Xie Xiaodi is the son of Xie Xiaofeng and Murong Qiudi.
In fact, not many people know about this matter. People in the martial arts world only know that he is a talented swordsman who emerged from nowhere in the Dian Cang Sect and won the heart of Li Zhenzhen, the leader of the alliance of seven major sword sects.
"If Xie Xiaofeng was willing to tell someone about what happened that day after his battle with the mysterious swordsman and his retreat to the Hidden Sword House, then that person must be Xie Xiaodi!"
Xiaoyun said slowly: "You are right! "
Zhuyeqing said: "But Xie Xiaofeng probably didn't expect that he really beat you!"
Xiaoyun said: "Even I didn't expect it!"
Zhuyeqing asked, "How can he be better than you?"
No one answered and the inn was silent.
After a long period of silence, there was finally a sound. Xiaoyun sheathed the Cold Iron Sword and placed it silently on the table.
"Even if I tell you, you probably won't understand it very well."
Zhuyeqing said: "But I don't think your martial arts were destroyed by someone."
Wawa's eyes were filled with a complicated expression: "Anyone who can fight Xie Xiaofeng to a draw, there is absolutely no one in the world who can destroy his martial arts."
Zhuyeqing praised: "That's right! So Brother Xiaoyun just wanted to retire to the mountains and forests and not get involved in the martial arts world, and then he deliberately didn't fight and lost to Xie Xiaodi."
Wawa said: "Xie Xiaodi is of course aware of this, so he didn't dare to press on, but left his sword behind and walked away."
Zhuyeqing suddenly sighed again: "What a pity."
Wawa asked, "What's a pity?"
Zhuyeqing said: "It's a pity that Xie Xiaodi may never have the chance to surpass his father!"
Wawa asked, "Better than his father? Why would he want to be better than his father?"
"I understand them..." Zhuyeqing said in an ancient and distant tone, "Xie Xiaodi has lived under the shadow of his father all his life and has hated his father all his life!"
Wawa whispered, "But his father is the 'Number One Swordsman in the World'."
Zhu Yeqing said: "That's why it is almost impossible for him to defeat his father!"
Wawa's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh, I understand. Xiaoyun and Xie Xiaofeng are tied, so if he beats Xiaoyun, he will also be considered to have beaten his father Xie Xiaofeng, right?"
Zhuyeqing smiled bitterly and said, "It's impossible to really let him compete with his father in swordplay... Let alone Xie Xiaofeng will never hurt him, in fact, even if it is him, he will never hurt Xie Xiaofeng. After all, father and son are father and son!"
Wawa said, "But after Xie Xiaofeng retired, Xiaoyun also abandoned his sword. Xie Xiaodi no longer had the opportunity to fight them fairly."
“It’s a pity.”
The last sentence was spoken by Xiaoyun. After he finished speaking, he took the Cold Iron Sword and went back to his room.
…
Xie Xiaodi came and left in a hurry. After he left, Zhuyeqing and the couple also said goodbye.
Life returned to normal.
Xiaoyun stayed there for several days and recuperated with the help of the owner and waiter of Yuelai Inn.
Although he had forgotten all his martial arts skills and didn't know how to use his internal energy, his physical foundation was still there and his injuries healed quickly.
For several days, he rested in his room and did not go out.
By the time he stepped out of the inn again, he could move freely.
"After sending you a thousand miles, we will eventually have to say goodbye. You two don't need to send me off again."
The waiter and the scholar at Yuelai Inn were determined to send Xiaoyun out of the city gate, and prepared a lot of dry food for him to eat on the way. Especially the waiter, he was reluctant to leave Xiaoyun as soon as he stepped out of the inn.
"You...are you really going to travel to the north? Your injuries haven't healed yet, right?"
Xiaoyun stood at the door of Yuelai Inn and told them not to leave. He said, "Everything in the world is born and destroyed on its own. There is no such thing as injury or death."
"You think I'm hurt, but I don't think I'm hurt. You don't have to worry about me."
Xiaoyun smiled and spoke in a joking tone.
Since that battle, he has become more cheerful, more approachable, and more ordinary.
If the waiter and the scholar could still sense a "big shot" temperament from him that was decisive, majestic, and resolute before, it is now completely gone.
As a result, the waiter and the scholar's awe and admiration for Xiaoyun gradually disappeared, and were replaced by liking and respect.
This has not been an easy transition.
Some people can make many people respect, fear, and terrify them, but no one in the world can force another person to like him sincerely.
This transformation is magical and has nothing to do with martial arts or internal strength, but it is a very critical link in Xiaoyun's martial arts path.
He was caught in the middle of this loop.
While the three were talking, a crisp sound suddenly rang out from the side of the road.
"Big brother, big brother, I finally found you! Where have you been these days? We have been looking for you in North City for a long time but couldn't find you."
A little girl came running over in a hurry, as if she had something very important to say.
Xiaoyun smiled and leaned over, touched the girl's head, and said, "Big brother is leaving. I won't perform boxing anymore. I've forgotten it all."
The little girl's eyes were filled with tears. She said, "But...but if you leave, who are we going to play with in the future? The storyteller has also been captured!"
Xiaoyun was surprised and asked, "The storyteller was arrested?"
The little girl said, "Yes, I heard that a few years ago a migrant worker was murdered and the case was reopened in the government office. The county magistrate insisted that the storyteller was the real murderer!"
Xiaoyun's heart sank.
He knew about the case.
It was the case of the murder of Lao Gong, the dung husband. Xiaoyun had always suspected that Pang Da was the murderer, but had not found any evidence.
——The reason why there is no evidence in this matter is not because the huge hands and feet are too clean, but because no passers-by have ever paid attention to them.
——No one cares about the whereabouts of a dung man like Pang Da, and no one cares about Lao Gong’s life or death.
——Perhaps Xiao Yun could have gotten the answer by pointing his sword at his huge companions and interrogating them, but unfortunately, Xiao Yun no longer used martial arts at that time.
At the beginning, the blame was even put on his head.
However, Xiaoyun knew that he was not the murderer, and neither was the storyteller.
——The storyteller and Old Gong had no grudges against each other. Apart from the fact that Old Gong often went to listen to his storytelling, the two had no other interactions. It was a great injustice that this murder case involved the storyteller!
Xiaoyun asked anxiously, "Where is the storyteller?"
The little girl was even more anxious than him and said, "Today at 3:45 p.m., the storyteller will be beheaded at Caishikou!"
Xiaoyun looked up at the sky.
The sun is high in the sky, gradually moving towards the center.
