Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 246 The Monk and the Thief
When the mighty sword energy dissipated, the earth and wood piles within sight were overturned, as if swept by a torrent, and were pushed into a slope that blocked the road for several miles. The upside-down trees were moved backwards for hundreds of feet.
The clouds in the sky were divided into two halves, one half was behind Li Si, and the other half was heading towards the horizon, still rolling out.
The foot of Mount Wudang was almost razed to the ground, leaving only the lonely mountain gate.
In the ruins, Li Si silently put away the rotten wooden sword, pulled out the silver needle from around his neck, and threw it on the ground.
The blood receded from his skin like the tide, and the blue veins on his face gradually disappeared.
Although a hundred years of his life were taken away, Li Si's appearance did not change much. There seemed to be a little more vicissitudes and desolation between his brows, and a few more strands of silver hair in his temples.
He did not look at the people on Wudang Mountain, but walked silently towards the huge earth slope in the distance that was pushed out by the sword energy.
In front of the slope, the old monk was buried with only half of his body exposed. Judging from the wound on his waist that almost cut him in half, he must have no chance of survival.
But at the moment, he was still smiling, looking at Li Si who walked in front of him, and spoke with difficulty.
"Oh, I told you that you have a cold temper, but you can always do it..."
With the blood flowing from his mouth, his voice was a little unclear, but it was still barely understandable.
Li Si did not answer him, but sat down cross-legged, holding the rotten wooden sword in his arms, and looked up at the light that broke through the sky, but there was no spirit in his eyes.
His sword swept away the wind and rain, and the rain that had been falling for four days finally stopped.
It’s a pity that even though the rain stopped, the sky didn’t get brighter in Li Si’s eyes.
"Monk, you are so cruel..."
"Hehe." The old monk laughed twice with blood in his mouth.
"If it's not ruthless, how can it be called Jianghu?"
The two men didn't say anything else. Li Si sat there, looking straight at the ceiling.
The monk lay there, feeling the strength in his body slowly draining away.
He must be dying soon. Before he had no strength to speak, he seemed to have thought of something and finally spoke to Li Si.
"By the way, Mr. Li, didn't you once ask me how to live a more relaxed life? I, the monk, have the answer."
After hearing this, Li Si's gaze finally moved. He looked at the old monk and asked.
"What is it?"
The old monk smiled and looked helplessly at the dark green mountains in the distance.
"It's not about playing around, but having a clear conscience..."
Only when you are worthy of the world and worthy of your own heart can you stay .
Li Si stared at the old monk blankly for a long time. Then he smiled with his mouth stretched out, like a rotten tree that dropped its last dead leaf.
"What's the point of you telling me this now? I've already lived like this."
The old monk stopped smiling. He lowered the corners of his mouth, with an indelible regret in his eyes, and his lips opened and closed lightly.
"If it happens again, I won't go to Tianmen Mountain, I won't kill that man, and I won't bring you out. I'm sorry, Si'er..."
The sun shines on the ground, and the winter is getting warmer.
The monk lost his voice and the thief lost his worldly desires.
…
He died of Ji. How did he die? He was killed by Li Si.
When the people in the martial arts world heard the news, they were a little bit skeptical. Because everyone knew that the monk's martial arts skills were unprecedented in ancient and modern times. But what made them even more unbelievable was what happened next. According to the people in Wudang Mountain, Li Sisha died with just one sword.
Almost no one could imagine what kind of sword it was. It was only rumored that the sword penetrated the rivers, flattened the mountains, disturbed the immortals, and made the sky and the earth change color and the wind and clouds shake. The Wudang disciples who saw the sword tried their best to talk, but they could not describe it. In the mouths of storytellers, this sword was beyond human ability and comparable to the work of immortals.
For a time, there were countless rumors in the martial arts world. Warriors were looking for the one who could reach the pinnacle, and swordsmen were even more eager for the best future. But no one noticed that the sword immortal that people were talking about had already disappeared before people's eyes.
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In December of that year, Li Si returned to Mingzhou City.
Mingzhou City has been plagued by banditry recently. Japanese pirates from the East have robbed several villages in succession and have even been planning to enter the city.
There were not many soldiers in Mingzhou City, and they could not contend with this large group of Japanese pirates. With Zuo Liangping's communication, a letter asking for help had been sent to the capital, but it would take some time for reinforcements to arrive.
But the Japanese pirates won't wait for anyone.
Early in the morning of that day, when the soldiers guarding the city were awakened by the sound of drums, they saw a dense swarm of bandits surrounding the city.
A sudden offensive and defensive battle began, but due to the difference in numbers, the soldiers defending the city did not hold out for long and began to show signs of defeat.
This had never happened before. The imperial court was indeed a little lax in defending such a remote little town.
Seeing the city gate broken open and the city about to be captured, a soldier defending the city was about to be killed by the Japanese pirates with one sword.
A nearly identical Japanese sword suddenly appeared and blocked the pirate's blade.
The soldiers guarding the city sat on the ground in panic and looked up at the man who saved them.
He was a seven-foot tall man wearing a straw hat and carrying a basket on his back.
In front of the chaotic city gate, he seemed so calm, with a bamboo stick in his mouth and a calm expression.
The man held the knife in one hand, glanced at the soldier slumped on the ground, then bowed his head respectfully and said.
"Yigong, I, the humble servant Wada Shou, have come to repay your kindness."
The soldier didn't know which favor it was, but the man remembered it very clearly. It was the favor of one tael of silver that he received when he first arrived in Mingzhou City.
"You!" The Japanese pirate looked at Wada no Kami in front of him in surprise, wondering why the other party was using the same knife as him.
"You are truly the scum among the samurai." Wada Mori turned his eyes and glanced coldly at the Japanese pirates in front of him who were also holding their swords tightly.
As a samurai from his early years in his country , he naturally recognized the sword techniques used by these Japanese pirates and knew that they were not bandits at all, but disciples of the nobility.
"Redeem yourself with your life." As soon as Wada Mamoru finished speaking, a flash of a knife appeared and passed by.
The Japanese pirate knelt on the ground, holding his throat, looking at his chest stained with red in disbelief, unable to utter a word.
And Hetian Mori had already walked past him, untied a hemp rope on the basket behind him, drew another knife from his waist, and walked towards the crowd outside the city gate.
The basket on Wada Mamoru's back opened, and a puppet holding two knives crawled out of it. It stood close to his back, its mouth open, and made a strange giggle.
"prick--!"
In a moment, four more knife lights flashed, four blood lines were drawn, and the four Japanese pirates fell to the ground.
Wada no Mori carried a puppet holding two swords on his back, with his four hands spread out like a monster, and shouted at the Japanese pirates outside the city.
"Wuheda-no-Mori is here, who dares to attack?"
On the city wall, Zuo Liangping, who was fighting with the Japanese pirates, lowered his head and looked at Wada no Kami under the city.
The two nodded at the same time, and then they got involved in the next fight.
On the other side of the city, Mother Liu and Banjie stood on a roof, silently watching the scene outside the city.
Although they didn't want to help, they would help if the situation got out of control. But after that, they would probably leave here. I have to admit that compared to Li Si, they are more like people in the underworld. They don't have so much kindness, and they think mostly about their own thoughts.
The fighting outside the city lasted for a long time, until dusk.
The two swords of Wada-shou were already stained with blood red, and the puppet behind him was also covered in blood. Standing there panting with his two swords, Wada-shou dragged his body with several wounds and chopped down another oncoming Japanese pirate.
He had no strength left. The fighting on the distant city wall was still going on. Zuo Liangping and the city guard commander organized the soldiers to make a difficult defense.
Is that the end?
As he watched the Japanese pirates gradually approaching, Wada no Mori's vision gradually became blurred.
Damn it, if sir were here.
He thought this helplessly, and at the same time, a man came behind the Japanese pirates outside the city.
