Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 64: Xie's Great Enemy
August 8th.
At the foot of Cuiyun Peak, ever since the bloodbath that year, the Xie family has once again closed the mountain and closed the village, not allowing outsiders to come, and even no one walks around in the world.
In front of the Green Water Lake, the shadows of the mountains are rising up, and in the distance on the mountainside there are painted buildings and carved beams, which is magnificent and majestic.
On the lakeside, a thatched hut was built at some point in time. Inside the hut, a man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, breathing in and out. A sword was placed across his knees. He had loose grey hair and simple clothes. He was none other than Xie Wangsun, the owner of the Divine Sword Villa.
He was very cautious, so cautious that he no longer believed that anyone else could guard the pass leading to the mountain. Moreover, Xie Xiaofeng's retreat had reached a critical juncture and there could not be any mistakes, so he had to do it himself.
Outside the hut, the rain was falling like fine hair and the sky was gray.
He was practicing as usual, when suddenly his ears trembled, and his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he had already rushed out of the hut with a sword in hand.
The wind and rain were blowing in his face. Xie Wangsun frowned and squinted his eyes. He saw a carriage slowly approaching in the rain. There was no one in the carriage, only the horses were pacing aimlessly.
However, there was a brand new coffin, a black coffin, on the carriage.
At the moment when Xie Wangsun made a move, dozens of figures flashed out from the woods on all sides and surrounded the carriage tightly.
"Open it and take a look!" Xie Wangsun's eyes were uncertain, and he shouted, "Be careful, there may be fraud!"
However, when the two Xie family members carefully opened the coffin lid, they couldn't help but scream out in surprise, their faces changed, and they subconsciously took two steps back: "Ah, Master, it's the Second Young Master... Xie Longteng!"
Xie Wangsun walked closer, and when he saw that the person lying inside was his second son Xie Longteng, his breath was immediately choked. His lips trembled and moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But Xie Longteng was lying naked in the room, but the most shocking thing was that his body was almost covered with knife and sword wounds, densely packed, some new and some old, and the most recent one was on his throat, which was also a fatal wound.
Everyone present was a veteran in the martial arts world with a keen eye. After just one look, everyone's face changed drastically and they shouted in shock, "Master, even though this person has been removed from the family tree, even so, our Xie family will not tolerate humiliation."
Xie Wangsun's expression also became solemn. There was no doubt that Xie Longteng's swordsmanship was great enough to be the best in the martial arts world, but he died in such a miserable way.
After scanning the sword wounds, some old and some new, an elder of the Xie clan said in surprise, "Master, look at his wrists and ankles. There are traces of being chained."
Xie Wangsun took a look as he was told, and indeed he saw a circle of scars on Xie Longteng's wrist. His pupils trembled, and he was silent for a few breaths. He took a long deep breath and said expressionlessly: "Someone has imprisoned him, and fights with him every once in a while, and then heals his wounds. When his wounds are healed, they fight again... This is Dian Cang swordsmanship, this is Kunlun swordsmanship, Huashan swordsmanship, Xie swordsmanship..."
Xie Wangsun walked around the coffin twice. He had already figured out the origin of the sword move from the location of the scar and the direction of the sword tip. The more he looked, the weirder his expression became, and his face became more and more shocked, as if he had seen something terrible.
An elder of the clan concentrated and guessed: "The first sword wound probably occurred more than two years ago, and Long Teng disappeared three years ago. It seems..."
"You are wrong. Long Teng must have been captured not long after he was injured. However, this person was unable to gain any advantage in the initial fight. However, after half a year, his swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds." Xie Wangsun shook his head and interrupted the other person. His eyes were complicated and filled with indescribable shock. "That person kept gaining experience in fighting against enemies from under his sword, squeezing out all his life's learning. Moreover, his skills would improve with each fight, and his progress was amazing."
When the others heard what was said, they looked carefully and gasped. They felt their hands and feet were cold and the drizzle was piercing.
It's amazing.
To learn a martial art, it takes enormous energy and time just to get a glimpse of the basics, let alone to master it. That requires years or even decades of immersion, and hard practice day and night in spring, autumn, cold and summer. But the man mentioned by Xie Wangsun could make such progress in the battle of life and death.
What made them even more uneasy was that these wounds were both sword and knife wounds. His sword skills encompassed a wide range of techniques, almost turning all that Xie Longteng had learned into a means to strengthen himself. His knife skills were also extraordinary, because there were even more knife scars than sword wounds.
And most importantly... the Xie family's swordsmanship is also on top of it...
Natural enemy.
This is simply a poisonous dragon that Xie Longteng raised with his own flesh and blood, and it is also the natural enemy and nemesis of his Xie family.
"In the last battle, this man had let him recover from his injuries before the fight. His injuries were completely healed, and he also released his restraints, just asking Long Teng to fight with all his might. But in the end, he was still killed by a sword... No, it was a knife. A knife killed him." Xie Wangsun's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he saw something unexpected, and he lost his voice in horror, "Hiss, the knife and sword move!"
Xie Wangsun suddenly seemed to understand the other party's intention. His eyes shone, his body shook, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I understand, he has learned the Xie family's swordsmanship, and these scars all over his body are his knife skills. He deliberately showed them to Xiaofeng... The great enemy of my Xie family has appeared!!!"
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In Jinling City.
There is a lake covered with mist and rain, a pavilion in the middle of the lake, and someone in the pavilion.
The man jumped up from the lakeside, soaring like flying, and like a startled wild goose stepping on snow, he rose and fell a few times in the rain, leaving ripples on the lake surface. When I looked again, he was already standing in the pavilion, respectfully reporting: "Boss, the things have been delivered."
Outside the pavilion, there was wind and rain, and inside the pavilion, a black robe was fluttering. A young man was sitting in the pavilion, with a table in front of him, a red fire on the table, and a pot of green tea boiling on the stove.
And opposite him, there was actually another place with a pair of teacups.
The man in the pavilion drank tea, looked at the rain, looked at the vast world in the rain, and said gently: "What do you want to ask?"
The man laughed awkwardly at first: "Hehe, Xie Longteng is quite skilled in martial arts, and the manager treats him well, but he chose to die. It's really hard to understand."
The man in the pavilion played with the teacup and sighed, "You don't understand. He was stabbed in the right hand before, and he made little progress in swordsmanship for the rest of his life. He has been practicing left-handed swordsmanship for many years, but he has gained little. Moreover, Xie's swordsmanship can be used with both hands. No matter how good he is at left-handed swordsmanship, he can't win. He can't win against his father, and he can't win against me. For some people, not winning is more painful than killing them. He is suffering too much. Considering the friendship of learning from him for so many years, I can only send him off."
The subordinate nodded as if suddenly understanding: "So that's it!"
The man in the pavilion smiled faintly: "Did you really understand?"
Unexpectedly, when he smiled, the person behind him also laughed, and it was a sinister and cold smile.
"Hehehe...of course I understand !"
As the laughter sounded, a hand quickly grabbed the back of the person in the pavilion.
Thunder rumbled in the rain and lightning flashed in the sky.
Through the pale cold lightning, one could already see the horror of this hand; it was hideous and grotesque, like a sharp claw, terrifyingly scarlet, as if stained with blood, and it emitted a strong fishy wind when it was waved, clearly a highly poisonous creature.
"Red Devil Hand!"
"Know what you are talking about."
As soon as the claw shadow appeared, the man tried to stay stable, and in the instant of leaping and attacking, he turned into a sky full of claw shadows, just to defeat the enemy with one blow.
The person in the pavilion looked back, and the claw shadows that were tearing the wind and splitting the sky suddenly disappeared.
He held the cup in his right hand and the knife in his left hand, with the blade pointing backwards. The back of the knife was already on the left neck of the uninvited guest, so fast that even gods and ghosts could not defend against it.
There is also a cutting edge on the back of the knife.
The man in the pavilion drank the tea in the cup in one gulp and sneered, "Are you Yi Yeku?"
Looking at the weapon in front of her that looked like a knife but not a knife, like a sword but not a sword, Yi Ye cried in horror: "Mr. Ghost, please… please spare my life!!!"
