Chapter 759 Sword Master
In the dark dungeon, there is no light or shadow.
Hua Wuying sat cross-legged in the jail with his eyes closed, wearing only a thin set of clothes and trousers, but with a sword on his waist.
There was no injury or blood on his body, but his breathing was quite weak and hollow.
The sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer.
Following the footsteps came the faint light of fire.
Finally, the firelight came closer and illuminated Hua Wuying's pale face, allowing him to see clearly the jailer outside the fence.
Said to be a jailer, but actually a young monk.
Of course this monk is not Hui Jue, but Hui Jue's subordinate. After Hua Wuying was captured, this monk took over Hua Wuying.
“Let’s go, Master Hua.”
The monk clasped his hands together and said softly: "There is a new candidate for the sword master."
Hua Wuying showed a disdainful smile on his face, said nothing, put his hands on his knees, and stood up slowly.
He has never seen Jiang Baichuan since he was captured until now.
In the previous battle on the official road, Hui Jue was obviously seriously injured. He kept vomiting blood on the way back, and strange white spots appeared on his body from time to time, so Hui Jue did not try to take it directly. Yi Jian just threw Hua Wuying to his monk and left quickly.
After that, every one or two days, the monk would arrange for Hua Wuying to "select a new sword master".
To put it bluntly, they find people who look like they might be the masters of Righteous Swords and let them try to hold the swords.
The reason is simple.
No one can touch this sword except Hua Wuying.
When someone else comes, the slightest touch of their hand is bloody and bloody. If they hold it forcefully, the whole arm will be scrapped immediately. If you don’t believe in evil and risk your life to pick it up... then it’s true. It will cost you your life.
Even if you try to use a cloth bag or try to use a box to seal it, you can't do it.
Therefore, they could only keep Hua Wuying, and Hua Wuying would bring the Righteous Sword to those people every time. After all failed, Hua Wuying would bring the Righteous Sword back again.
Of course, they obviously also know the power of the Righteous Sword, so the dungeon where Hua Wuying is staying is not an ordinary dungeon.
This place not only prohibits spiritual deficiency, but even if he mobilizes his true energy even slightly, the pain of thousands of needles will be felt in his meridians, making him miserable and even affecting his soul.
Under such circumstances, he did not dare to act rashly - therefore, for such a long time, he did not dare to use the Righteous Sword to enter the Sword Realm and contact Fu Qingzhou.
What if there is something strange here, will I be discovered if I enter the sword realm rashly?
He didn't dare to gamble.
"Go faster."
The young monk smiled and urged: "Mr. Jiang has been waiting for a long time."
Hua Wuying's eyes lit up!
"Jiang Baichuan, is he finally willing to come?" After a moment of silence, he asked as calmly as possible.
The young monk smiled and said: "A few days ago, Mr. Jiang made a breakthrough and embarked on an unprecedented path. It will take some time to understand and consolidate. Now that he has finally come out of seclusion, of course there is no more suitable candidate than him."< br>
Hua Wuying lowered his eyelids noncommittally.
They did not go out of the dungeon. In just a short while, they turned a corner and came to an interrogation room.
The interrogation room is filled with torture instruments, and there are dried blood stains on the floor, walls and even the ceiling. I don’t know how many enemies the owner here has and wants to build such a dungeon like the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.
Jiang Baichuan was sitting on a long bench in the interrogation room with a calm expression.
After not seeing him for a while, the gray and defeated look on his face had long disappeared, his black robe had been replaced by white clothes, his white hair was combed meticulously again, and his whole body was neatly groomed.
Seeing Hua Wuying arriving, he turned his head and their eyes met.
This time, Hua Wuying’s eyes did not change at all, they were still cold and disdainful.
Jiang Baichuan smiled peacefully: "Here we come."
"Do you want to be the master of the Righteous Sword?"
Hua Wuying curled up his lips: "Whimsical."
"You also said you wanted to kill me."
Jiang Baichuan smiled faintly: "Now you are behind bars and letting anyone else do it." Isn’t this just whimsical?”
As he spoke, the young monk had already set up a sword stand on the table beside him and made an “invite” gesture to Hua Wuying.
Hua Wuying was silent for a moment and walked to the table.
He held the sword in his backhand, raised it flat in front of him, and slowly placed it on the sword stand.
Right now, this may be his only chance to take action against Jiang Baichuan.
Righteous sword, poison...
But the characteristics of the dungeon dictate that once you try to use it, you will definitely face great pain, and there may even be other things that interfere with you.
Do you want to do it? Now? ! Right here? !
After hesitating for a moment, Hua Wuying gently placed the sword on the sword stand.
Not now. It shouldn't be now.
“Come on.”
Hua Wuying said lightly: “You can try.”
With that said, he let go of the hilt of the Righteous Sword and took a step back.
Jiang Baichuan stood up leisurely, came to the table with a smile, and very calmly and indifferently stretched out his hand to hold the sword.
He made no preparations, nor did he look at the sword carefully. It was as if he saw it casually while passing by and reached out to pick it up.
So his hand held the hilt of the sword.
A breath passed and nothing happened.
Hua Wuying's pupils contracted.
Jiang Baichuan smiled.
The young monk on the side exhaled lightly, his eyes full of joy.
But in the next moment, an astonishing sword intent suddenly burst out from the hilt of the Righteous Sword. They all rushed towards Jiang Baichuan, and a fierce wind blew out with the Righteous Sword as the center!
Jiang Baichuan's pupils condensed and he did not dare to neglect. He quickly let go of his hand and took a few steps back.
The storm of sword intent disappeared in an instant, but it had twisted the sleeve of his right hand into pieces and left deep and shallow blood marks on his arm.
Jiang Baichuan spread his palm and looked down, only to see that there was a circle of blood marks from the sword wound that spread out in a radial shape on the palm. There was even a faint light flashing in the scar, and those lights were beating like rays. Like a small needle, ups and downs.
“Ha.”
Hua Wuying chuckled and said, “That’s all.”
Jiang Baichuan frowned slightly and stepped forward again.
In just a few steps, light began to flow on his right arm, repairing all the scars on his skin.
But when he stretched out his hand, Hua Wuying still saw the palm of his hand—the shining wounds on his palm were still not healed.
“The way of a swordsman is based on righteousness. The sword is the sharpest weapon. It is not only used to shock the world with its sharp edge. It is also used to support benevolence and justice, and to show the great truth in the world.”
Jiang Baichuan said to the Righteous Sword seriously: "Those who use the sword must have a heart like a mirror, able to distinguish right from wrong; their aspirations must be like a rock, unswerving. Don't confuse their hearts with selfish desires, don't blind their eyes with small gains, and only use great righteousness as their main goal. Return, and then you can learn the true meaning of swordsmanship."
Hua Wuying was startled.
He has seen this scene before!
Many, many years ago, Ning Baimei once visited the Wulin League. At that time, he was still a teenager. As the first disciple of Jiang Baichuan, he was fortunate to be able to represent Ning Baimei and Jiang Baichuan. Bring tea and pour water.
At that time, Ning Baimei took out the virtue sword and placed it in front of Jiang Baichuan.
The swordsman at that time once said something.
"The threshold for choosing a master of the Eight Swords of Kings is extremely high, but the standard is not unchangeable... Alliance Leader Jiang, if by chance De Jian loses his temper, you should talk to it properly and tell it you are right." If it recognizes the understanding of virtue and swordsmanship, it will help you. ”
Therefore, Hua Wuying, who was young at that time, listened to Jiang Baichuan speak for a long time to De Jian as if to a friend.
Just like now.
"The beauty of swordsmanship lies not in the sword, but in the heart; the only thing that the heart wants is to seek righteousness."
Jiang Baichuan finished his last sentence seriously and once again turned to righteousness. Jian stretched out his hand.
Hua Wuying secretly clenched his fists.
Jiang Baichuan once again grasped the hilt of the Righteous Sword.
This time, after three full breaths, he was still not shaken away, and there was no reaction from the sword.
Jiang Baichuan finally showed a smile. He slowly raised his sword horizontally and looked at each other, his eyes full of joy.
The young monk on the side was also overjoyed: "Namo Baie Nan Buddha... Congratulations, Mr. Jiang, for becoming the master of the Righteous Sword!"
Hua Wuying watched this scene deeply, fisting Hold tight.
At this time, Jiang Baichuan also happened to raise his gaze. His gaze crossed the sword and met Hua Wuying again.
Hua Wuying’s pupils flashed, but after a moment, he lowered his head again.
“Haha, it recognized me.”
Jiang Baichuan smiled and said: “Wuying, it’s not me who is whimsical.”
Hua Wuying’s head was so heavy Lower.
Jiang Baichuan looked at him deeply: "I heard that you went to Jiangnan Ning's house...did you learn the Light Splitting Shadow Sword?"
(End of Chapter)