Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 451: Long-lost Person
In the deep darkness, at the bottom of the endless abyss.
It was as if there was a thousand-year-old ghost calling, and this call had been going on since ancient times, and it has continued to this day.
This is an abyss within the abyss, deeper than the abyss, in the deepest part of the human heart; the deepest place often hides the most real thing.
The most real place is buried with a name.
Su Weiyun.
This turns out to be a name, this turns out to be Xiaoyun's name.
It turns out that Xiaoyun has a name.
Why do people have names? Is it just for the convenience of addressing them? If so, then how should the real be called?
Before this, in this endless abyss, there was no name.
A housekeeper is a housekeeper, a servant is a servant, a waiter is a waiter, a shopkeeper is a shopkeeper, a constable is a constable, a county magistrate is a county magistrate, and a storyteller is a storyteller.
Of course, a butler is a butler, who else could he be?
But he should have had a name, and he didn't.
He is just a housekeeper.
Apart from this, he was nothing else. He lived in the Liu Mansion for the rest of his life, continuing to treat people with the attitude of a butler, deceiving his superiors and subordinates, and pretending to be arrogant.
But people should always think about one question.
If one day the Liu Mansion was gone, what would the housekeeper of the Liu Mansion do? If the Liu Mansion was gone, there would naturally be no housekeeper; if one day the Liuquan City was gone, what would the county magistrate do? If the Liuquan City was gone, there would naturally be no county magistrate.
Does that mean that housekeepers and county magistrates no longer exist in this world?
Of course, when Liu Fu was gone, the housekeeper would naturally become someone else, perhaps a thief, a beggar, or a dung collector.
But he will never be a butler again, at least not the butler of the Liu Mansion.
This is not important. What is important is that at that time, the butler will naturally not be able to act like he is now. He will never dare to slander others easily, never dare to put on airs in front of others, and never dare to call himself a butler.
Therefore, the butler was indeed dead.
Su Weiyun is the same as him.
A swordsman died when his sword sank to the bottom of the lake and left his body.
Xiaoyun is now a different person, not a swordsman. The former swordsman is dead, and the one who is still alive is Xiaoyun.
A Xiaoyun who forgets everything, searches for the truth, and strives to be a real person.
Sometimes it is not so simple to determine whether a person is truly himself. Even he himself may not expect that he will be affected by many strange factors.
So Xiaoyun decided to put aside these influences.
Xiaoyun first went to carry dung, throwing away his own dignity; then he worked as a cook, cooked all kinds of food in the world, and threw his life away; then he performed on the streets, showing all his martial arts one by one, and then packed up and threw them all away; he also told stories in the inn, and finally integrated his life experience in the world, and then forgot about the world, and let go of everything.
This Xiaoyun is finally the real Xiaoyun.
In the utter darkness.
It was as if something suddenly exploded.
The Phoenix bathes in flames in the abyss, becomes the smallest and most humble, endures immense pain, and then bravely is reborn!
…
Su Weiyun.
Xiaoyun is not Su Weiyun.
Xiaoyun has always rejected the identity of Su Weiyun. He believes that this is the only way to find his true self, be in harmony with the Tao, and become a god.
Even when he was telling a series of strange stories in the martial arts world, he deliberately omitted the name .
But when the little girl read out the name "Su Weiyun", he knew that he could no longer deny Su Weiyun's identity.
He is Su Weiyun, and Su Weiyun is him.
So Xiaoyun changed from the humiliating kneeling posture and suddenly stood up.
The person who stood up was not Xiaoyun, but Su Weiyun, the real Su Weiyun.
…
No one could have imagined that Su Weiyun would stand up.
No one expected that when the knife hit Xiaoyun's back, it would make a dull sound and a "bang", as if it had hit a piece of old, hard iron wood that had not decayed for a hundred years.
The wind blew gently.
No one screamed, no one made a sound.
The people at the execution ground seemed to be so frightened by this scene that they were stunned. Their first reaction was to rub their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.
Everyone was rubbing their eyes, but when they opened their eyes, they were even more surprised and couldn't believe it.
Because they saw that the splint around Xiaoyun's neck suddenly cracked, broke into two pieces , and fell heavily on the execution ground.
This time people didn't dare to rub their eyes, for fear of missing any details.
But unfortunately, they still didn't see anything clearly.
The only thing they could describe was that Xiaoyun waved his shackled hands slightly, and then the executioner's sharp knife broke into several pieces.
The knife broke in the wind.
"Ah! This..."
"What's going on?! Has God opened his eyes?!"
"Has Xiaoyun become a different person?!"
The executioner quickly dropped the broken knife and ran away. Magistrate Gou was so shocked that he was speechless: "You, you, you...he...he, he must be possessed by a demon. Go and get a magician, go and get a Taoist priest!"
In terms of martial arts and aura, Su Weiyun at this moment and Xiaoyun before really seemed like two different people.
"No, I can feel that he is still the same big brother! There is no demon possessing him at all!"
The little girl stared at Magistrate Gou indignantly and shouted loudly.
County Magistrate Gou said the same thing, but he hid under the table and said tremblingly: "What do you know, little girl ? Come quickly, help me, carry me down!"
His legs were shaking and trembling, and he couldn't even walk.
Su Weiyun walked up to him step by step, looked at him quietly, and smiled without saying a word.
County Magistrate Gou closed his eyes, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into the ground. "I... I was wrong, Master Xiaoyun, I'll give you whatever you want. The 100,000 taels of silver I embezzled, as well as antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Oh, and that sword. If you want that sword, I'll give it all to you. Master, spare my life!"
"Please spare my life, hero!"
Su Weiyun smiled and said, "I don't want anything. You should at least remove the shackles and return my clothes and luggage to me."
County Magistrate Gou looked at Su Weiyun in prison uniform and said happily, "Xiaoyun, is this true? You keep your promise. If I return all your things to you, you will not attack me?!"
Su Weiyun thought for a moment, and a look of something inexplicable appeared in his eyes. He said, "Xiaoyun would never tell a lie. He is the most truthful."
County Magistrate Gou nodded like a chick pecking at rice, climbed up, and quickly opened Xiaoyun's shackles, while carefully helping Su Weiyun brush off the dust.
"Master, please spare me, master, please spare me... I didn't mean to do that, I really didn't mean to do that!"
These were the only few sentences he kept repeating over and over again, and these were the only few sentences he could say.
Su Weiyun threw away the shackles on his hands and feet, picked up the little girl and left alone: "Just send my clothes to Yuelai Inn, as for the sword... I'll give it to you."
Su Weiyun walked down the execution ground and walked back.
The crowd separated naturally, as if in awe of the inviolable sacredness, or as if welcoming friends coming from afar.
The usually bustling market entrance was now silent.
Everyone was deeply shocked by this scene.
Only the little girl shouted in Su Weiyun's arms: "Big brother is a hero! He is a real hero!"
"Now, the hero is going home!"
