Chapter 48 Sword Demon
The child who fell into the water was rescued by the maid.
The child's face turned pale, trembling with fear, and looked at Jiang Shouzhong with particularly fearful eyes.
Looking at her trembling son, the woman's heart felt like a knife piercing her heart. She hated Jiang Shouzhong to the core. At this moment, under her husband's warning eyes, she could only break her teeth and swallow it.
The wealthy man was quite wealthy. After a brief period of fright, he regained his composure and said respectfully to Mr. Yan:
"Senior, I am Wen Yu Bo Luo Xiu Si. What happened today was that I neglected to discipline him, which caused his disciple to be misunderstood. Senior's warning, Luo will definitely bear it in mind, and will strictly discipline Cheng'er when he returns, and he will also To reflect."
After a pause, he said: "Senior, if you don't dislike me, can you come to my humble residence as a guest? "
Hearing the words "Wen Yubo", Mr. Yan sighed: "It turns out that he is a descendant of General Luo."
The ancestor of the Luo family was one of the founding heroes of the Dazhou Dynasty. First, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was awarded the title of Earl Wen Yu. Now Luo Xiu is the fifth generation of hereditary officials.
Although the title is still there, the status, reputation, and power have long since declined.
Luo Xiu's words clearly indicate that Mr. Yan is unusual and intends to form a good relationship with him.
If we can win over each other, it will be of great benefit to the family.
Before Luo Xiu could speak, Mr. Yan waved his hand and said, "I'm used to it. Thank you uncle for your kindness."
Luo Xiu was very sorry, but he didn't dare to After forcing Jiang Shouzhong to apologize, he left with his resentful wife, children, and maid.
As for Fang Ziheng, he didn't even look at it.
Now that Fang Ziheng is like this, there is no need for his son to worship him as his teacher.
Mr. Yan looked at Fang Ziheng, whose eyes were lifeless, and said in a deep voice:
“The path of swordsmanship is always filled with thorns, and the road is full of obstacles. If you encounter a slight setback, you will hesitate to move forward. My heart is as cold as ashes. Is it worthy of your Fang family's "no shame in seeking swords"? Is it worthy of the efforts of several generations of your famous sword villa? His mind was shaken, he looked at Mr. Yan who looked like an ordinary Confucian scholar in front of him, and bowed deeply, "Senior taught you this."
Fang Ziheng straightened up, although his expression was still decadent, at least there was a little more in his eyes. radiance.
The dazzling swordsman couldn't help but feel a little dazed at this moment.
Looking back on the smooth path of my practice and the smooth way of swordsmanship in my life, everyone I met was flattered and courteous, and everything I asked for was unimpeded, and I never encountered any major setbacks. Then he developed a conceited and arrogant temperament, which eventually led to his own consequences.
Being good is like ascending, doing evil is like falling down, all this is done by oneself.
Now that my state of mind is almost broken, my sword practice will probably stop here in this life.
Fang Ziheng felt sad and prepared to leave.
"Bring the white smoke to me to see." Mr. Yan suddenly said.
Without any hesitation, Fang Ziheng held up the treasure of Mingjian Villa in his hands and handed it to the other party respectfully.
Mr. Yan unsheathed his sword.
The silver sword body shone coldly under the dusk light, and its surface was as smooth as a mirror.
On the blade of the sword, there is a faint white smoke, which seems to be the cold air condensed in the air, or the fairy air coming from above the sea of clouds.
Mr. Yan tapped the sword lightly with his finger and said lightly:
"Intangible, breathless, godless, and heartless, that old guy Fang Hongyuan gave up the sword too early. This sword is dead. Please take it back when you return. Burying it in your sword mountain can be considered as giving it a home."
Fang Ziheng looked shocked, "Dead...senior means...this sword Jianxin is dead?"
Mr. Yan sneered, "The famous sword has a heart, and you don't have anything to do with it. You think it is a dead thing. Then there is no need for it to live."
Fang Ziheng staggered, looked crazy, shook his head vigorously, and murmured Said: "Impossible! This is impossible! When I draw the sword, I can feel the sword spirit contained in the sword body."
"Will God's will last forever?" Mr. Yan asked.
Fang Ziheng opened his mouth, closed his eyes in despair, and shook his head gently, "It won't last forever."
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes burst out with hope,
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“Senior, can I use the Blood Sword Pool of Famous Sword Villa to conceive and raise him! In the past, after our ‘Youqing’, ‘Wanguang’, ‘Longshang’ and other swords lost their sword energy and spirit, "Resurrected" in this way!"
Mr. Yan was silent for a moment, his fingers gently touched the sword body that was as cold as a corpse, and sighed: "Although the phoenix tree stands, its heart is empty, waiting to be launched. Spring, actually buried in winter.”
Fang Ziheng felt like he was struck by lightning.
He shed tears, his eyes full of regret and guilt. Mr. Yan returned the sword to him and said calmly: "If you are willing, share your heart with it. From now on, the sword will be with you when you die...the sword will be destroyed!"
"Senior, what you mean is..."
Fang Ziheng raised his head suddenly and said in a trembling voice, "A man's sword is like one?"
Mr. Yan smiled and said: "Do you have confidence? If you don't have confidence, you will bury it. If you have confidence, then you will trade it with your life. Whether it is worth it depends on you."
Fang Ziheng held the long sword tightly, With a firm gaze, he said, "Although the road is long, it is impossible to reach it. Senior, I am willing to give it a try!"
"Go."
Mr. Yan waved his hand with a smile.
Fang Ziheng made another big salute, his eyes were bright and clear, and he swept away the previous decadence, and apologized to Jiang Shouzhong:
"Mr. Jiang, I relied on my power to dominate others, and Fang was wrong. In the future, if Mr. Jiang comes to Qingzhou and encounters trouble, he can come to Mingjian Villa to find me. If Fang has the ability to do it, he will never refuse!"
Jiang Shouzhong smiled lightly but said nothing.
After Fang Ziheng left, the two of them stared wide-eyed.
“Boy, why don’t you thank me?”
Mr. Yan was very dissatisfied.
Jiang Shouzhong said coldly: "Tell me, what is the purpose of approaching me? I never believe in coincidence or luck."
Mr. Yan picked up the wine bottle, unscrewed the cork, and smelled it intoxicatedly. He said with a smile: "As for me, of course I came here to save you. To prevent you from being sucked dry."
Sucked dry?
Jiang Shouzhong was confused.
Mr. Yan screwed back the cork, glanced across the lake intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smile: "You go home first, I will go to you to explain the reason then."
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The other side of the lake.
Li Guanshi and the red snake demon looked at each other from a distance.
The woman in red was still frightened, and said with a pretty face: "The sword intention in that man is so strong. If I had been a step too late, I might have died."
"You can live, It’s because I showed up.”
Li Guanshi rubbed his small forehead a little irritably, and said calmly, "Your master is the Liumen Yamen named Jiang Mo. The death energy on his body cannot be detected by others, but you should be able to really feel it."
The red-clothed snake demon nodded, "That boy is really weird. He seems to be a dead person, but also seems to be a living person."
She turned to look at Li Guanshi, "If there wasn't that person, I would be able to divine. He's unknowingly living in Jiang Mo's body, but now... I don't have the guts."
"Don't worry, I'll discuss it with that person."
Li Guanshi said sarcastically, "He. He’s just a coward.”
But the next moment, the woman put on a rare expression of bitterness, "This bastard is so full that he comes here to disturb the situation? I'm so angry!"
There are not many people who can give Li Guanshi a headache, and that Yan Mr. is one of them.
Li Guanshi was playing with the disciple's jade hairpin flying sword in his hand, and said in an erratic tone, "Do you know who that person is?"
The snake spirit shook his head.
Li Guanshi raised his snow-white neck, looked at the sky and said quietly:
"There are so many people practicing swordsmanship in the world. Some people have achieved great success in swordsmanship, some have glimpsed the true secrets of swordsmanship, some have cut down rivers with one sword, and some have broken the world with thousands of swords. Some have reached the top and become sword immortals, and some have proudly transformed into sword gods."
"But there is only one person who can become a demon with his sword. He is one floor higher than the Tao and ten feet higher than the sky!"
"Even if there are millions of sword immortals in the world, none of them would dare to unsheath their swords if they meet him."
“He is the sword demon Yan Changqing!”
(End of this chapter)