Volume 4: Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 124: Storm (End)
The wind is whistling and the rain is falling.
The sky was originally dark, but at this moment, the entire world seemed to be filled with a strange mixture of green and purple.
The wind was rolling, the clouds were surging, and the thunder was roaring, making everyone dare not look directly!
Su Weiyun used the eleventh move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords. He skipped the tenth move and directly used the eleventh move, which was so powerful that the sword light shook the world and the wind was whistling and the water was cold!
The sky is filled with sword lights and murderous aura!
The murderous aura of this sword is as heavy as the anger of an emperor, with corpses floating thousands of miles away and blood flowing like waves. No one can bear it!
The thugs from the Big Escort Agency then realized that they could not intervene in a battle like this. Some of them were so frightened that they couldn't even hold their weapons.
They couldn't even tell who was Zhuo Donglai and who was Su Weiyun.
The sword flashed, the shadows rushed, everything changed too fast!
Zhuo Donglai abandoned all complicated changes and only made one sword move, which was his Purple Qi Coming from the East.
The purple air coming from the east represents both him as a person and the combination of all his moves.
A ball of purple air was flying, and the sword light was flickering, mysterious and wonderful, with infinite wonders!
Su Weiyun stabbed out 6636 swords in succession. The sword energy was whistling and the cold light was flashing. It covered all directions and the whole world in this range!
The rain and fog were hazy and the shadows of the trees were swaying.
The two, one purple and the other green, are like the chaos before the creation of heaven and earth, indescribable and indescribable.
…
It seemed like a long, long time since ancient times, yet it also seemed like just a moment.
The two separated, the two finally separated.
Su Weiyun was stabbed in the waist by a sword.
The flesh is bloody and the bones are visible!
Gao Jianfei, Zhu Meng and Sima Chaoqun rushed forward to support him.
Su Weiyun said with difficulty: "I'm fine."
Zhuo Donglai, who was sitting opposite him, still had his purple crown intact, his purple robe neatly arranged, and the thunder sword that had been tempered a thousand times was still firmly held in his hand.
There was no visible scar on his body.
Zhuo Donglai only said seven words.
"Sure enough, you are the hero!"
Then he fell down.
A great man of Chang'an, a tyrant who planned everything, slowly fell down in this barren mountain.
The wind and rain are blowing, and the sword is blowing from Xiaoxiang.
From then on, the name of "Xiaoxiang Sword" Su Weiyun was destined to spread throughout Chang'an.
The people from the Big Escort Agency didn't dare to move forward and just looked at the masters in fear.
They might be people brought by Gongsun Baojian, people brought by Mr. Ji, or people from the Chang'an Escort Agency.
Now that Gongsun, Mr. Ji, and Zhuo Donglai have all been killed in battle, they naturally have no choice but to keep retreating.
Sima Chaoqun walked over and looked at Zhuo Donglai's body. He was dressed in purple, but still looked so noble and dignified.
Sima Chaoqun slowly picked him up and sighed, "Wan'er, we can go now. You won't mind if I take him with me, right?"
"No, how could that be?"
Sima Chaoqun and Wu Wan walked slowly towards Chang'an hand in hand.
The rain gradually lightened up and stopped.
Zhu Meng looked crazy and laughed loudly, "All things are over. All vengeance has been avenged. It turns out that everything is in vain. Hahahaha!"
As he spoke, tears began to flow from his eyes.
Gao Jianfei was surprised and asked, "Brother Zhu, you...you are crying?"
Zhu Meng wiped his bloody and dirty hands and said, "Yes, I cried. I wanted to cry when Die Wu died, but I thought I was a hero and heroes don't cry, so I couldn't cry!"
"Now I know that this so-called hero is nothing!"
Su Weiyun, Gao Jianfei, and Xiao Leixue all looked at him.
Zhu Meng said: "Brother Su, you have extraordinary martial arts and courage. I respect you very much! But what I respect most about you is that you did what you wanted to do!"
"And what about me? I don't even dare to cry when I want to cry. I have to hold it back. What kind of bullshit hero am I? Heroes are all bullshit! It's all bullshit!!! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
He ran down the mountain, snatched a fast horse from the escort agency with two punches and three kicks, mounted the horse and galloped westward. Soon he disappeared from everyone's sight.
Gao Jianfei said in a daze: "Brother Zhu Meng, he...he should at least stay to thank you, Brother Su."
Su Weiyun laughed and said, "Hahaha, a great favor should never be thanked. Brother Zhu must have remembered me forever in his heart. From now on, no matter what I ask him to do, he will agree immediately!"
Xiao Leixue stared blankly at Sima Chaoqun holding Zhuo Donglai's body and walking away, and suddenly a very strange look appeared in his eyes.
"That Qinglong Society elder...finally still couldn't answer my question."
After a long while, he finally sighed and said, "Jianfei, it's time for us to go too."
Gao Jianfei was about to put away the Tear-Mark Sword in his hand when he suddenly cried out in surprise.
"Why did the 'tear marks' on the sword disappear?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Leixue snatched the Leihen Sword and held it in front of him to examine it carefully.
I saw the tear marks on the sword slowly fading away and disappearing with the spring rain.
Xiao Leixue was surprised and asked: "How could this be? This 'tear mark'..."
The trees are bleak and the clouds are dispersing.
Su Weiyun turned and left.
“Things about gods and ghosts cannot be trusted! As long as the man is there, the sword is there, and the fate of the sword is always in the hands of the swordsman.”
…
March 1st, spring.
Chang'an, the big escort agency.
On this day, Sima Chaoqun had known Su Weiyun for exactly one month.
The wound on Sima Chaoqun's broken arm healed slowly, while Su Weiyun stood at the door of the Escort Agency with his luggage on his back.
Sima Chaoqun said: "The materials you requested have been prepared for you. They are all here."
Su Weiyun bowed and said, "Thank you."
Sima Chaoqun smiled and said, "I should be the one thanking you. The big escort agency in Chang'an, the Lion Hall in Luoyang, and the forty bandits in the northwest should all thank you very much."
Su Weiyun smiled and said, "So many people have thanked me. It would be troublesome for me to return the gifts one by one! It seems that I have to leave quickly."
Sima Chaoqun suddenly asked, "Are you really leaving?"
Su Weiyun sighed: "Well. It's time for me to set off."
Jiang Hu Su ordered to remind him that the storyline of the plane had ended and he had to leave.
There are two more options for the planes you can go to: "The plane of "Little Li Flying Dagger", the plane of "Peerless Twins", and the plane of "Seven Weapons".
Wu Wan just walked out of the door of the escort agency: "Sima, Master Zhu sent an invitation letter, inviting you to Luoyang on March 15th to watch the spring and the moon."
Sima Chaoqun said: "Okay, I understand, I will go."
He turned to look at Su Weiyun and said, "Then Master Su, you...you take care of yourself."
Su Weiyun nodded and left.
In the ancient city of Chang'an, under the setting sun, an ordinary cook left silently.
It is hard for anyone to imagine that he is the "Xiaoxiang Sword" that only exists in rumors and no one has ever seen any trace of him.
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The storyteller is still telling the story, but he is no longer talking about the Three Kingdoms.
"It is said that there is a mysterious chef in Chang'an who often does chivalrous deeds at night, robbing the rich and giving to the poor, but he never wants to reveal his reputation. There are countless young ladies and young girls in Chang'an who are obsessed with him and secretly admire him."
"His swordsmanship is so superb that even ghosts and gods are terrified. He once fought a hundred people alone in Tongtuo Lane, and was a popular person at Honghua Market. Zhu Mengzhu, the head of Luoyang's Zhu Hall, and Sima, the chief escort of the big escort agency, are all his good friends..."
The storyteller suddenly lowered his voice: "It is said that Zhuo Donglai, the second leader of our escort agency, died under his sword!"
"Alas, it's a pity that he is so elusive that no one knows who he is. We only know that he is an ordinary cook. But I think he might be the chef of Chang'an Residence, and maybe he has even heard my storytelling!"
The storyteller was speaking with great excitement.
"Tsk, why would such a great hero come to listen to your storytelling?"
"That's right, don't flatter yourself."
“…”
…
In front of the escort agency.
Sima Chaoqun stared blankly at the figure that Su Weiyun was looking at, tears welled up in his eyes and he almost cried again.
Wu Wan joked, "You are obviously the leader of the escort agency, why do you become so tearful?"
Sima Chaoqun smiled and sighed, "Hahaha, maybe I'm getting old. Alas, I don't know when I can see this good friend and hero again."
The sun hangs high in the sky, giving people a warm feeling.
He suddenly burst into song, still singing the tune of Ding Feng Bo.
"When I was young, my spring thoughts were like strong wine. I would arrange flowers and ride horses until I was drunk. When I grow old, spring is like sick wine. All I have is a teacup with fragrant seals and a small curtain."
"Don't be sad, flowers will bloom in the spring breeze. Who will see spring go away? Feiyan, we will meet in the sunset when you come!"
"Feiyan, we met in the sunset when we came..."
The trees are green and the flowers are in full bloom.
There is spring everywhere in Chang'an and Luoyang.
In the sky, flocks of spring swallows fly, responding to the melodious singing.
"When will that flying swallow come back?"
