Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 23

[Chapter 23 Houshan Town]

Shen Zhenyi was leisurely and at ease, turning a deaf ear to the outside world.

Chu Huoluo couldn’t help but ask him: “Master, Mr. Wujian is so arrogant, and now the gate of Abandoned Sword Villa is looking for you to cry, what should I do?”

Those who died of their relatives and masters all came to ask the third son of Shen to call the shots for them.

But Mr. Wujian’s strength is extremely high, no one knows whether Shen Zhenyi can withstand it – nothing more than hope that Shen Zhenyi will come forward as soon as possible, and no matter the victory or defeat, this catastrophe can be ended.

Shen Zhenyi calmly said, “He doesn’t dare to come to me, what can I do?”

He lives in Mengjian Xiaozhu, and he just sits and meditates every day. It was said that he was preparing for the battle with Mr. Wujian, but he didn’t see him holding a sword. Shen Shou and others were worried every day, and they dared not ask more.

Since Shen Zhenyi explained the martial arts practiced by Mr. Wujian and spread, people all over the world have been panicked.

The world actually has such evil martial arts, as if overnight, the original concept has been subverted.

Chu Huoruo pouted and said, “Even my grandma is practicing in Abandoned Sword Villa. I know in my heart that she is also afraid of meeting that Mr. Wujian on the way back. When will this turmoil come to an end?”

Shen Zhenyi sighed softly, “After my battle with Mr. Wujian, the Land of Nine Serenities will be subverted more, just get used to it.”

He sipped the white tea and didn’t react at all to the news of the master’s death that came every few days.

In the land of nine secluded places, a plate of scattered sand is short-sighted.

Once the moon is cut, the world will change, and these so-called masters will be more difficult to face. It is not necessarily a bad thing to die under the hands of Mr. Wujian now.

Mr. Wujian used the killing method to increase his momentum, and by the fifteenth day of August, he will definitely break the tenth realm of martial arts.

When the two fight, Zhanyue should be a high probability event.

Shen Zhenyi didn’t even bother to worry about these people.

– It’s no use worrying.

He needs to be sincere and sincere to improve his combat power as much as possible.

Time passed by like a white horse, and when the fragrance of Guizi in August and the cool autumn wind, Mr. Wujian had already killed as many as twenty-three people.

He also came within a hundred miles of Abandoned Sword Villa.

It is said that someone has seen Mr. Wujian on the side of the road, with white hair fluttering and murderous awe. Just looking at it makes people tremble with fear.

After hearing the news, the masters who stayed in Abandoned Sword Villa discussed together.

“There are still seven days before the battle between Mr. Wujian and the third son. Now he kills like a numb. I don’t know if someone else will be killed?” Zen master Liuru has been frowning these days. After this battle, Jiuyou Wulin has withered , is already inevitable.

Shen Shou was also the same, lamenting: “I asked the third child yesterday – he said no, Mr. Wujian will retreat for seven days, recharge his energy, and will not hurt people again, so as not to vent his murderous spirit. .”

What his son said should not be wrong, and Shen Shou didn’t know whether he should be happy or worried.

Mad Xian couldn’t help but ask: “Zhuang Zhu, did the third son say, can he stop the old monster Wujian?”

Although Mr. Wujian was originally a shadow, he has only killed one person in 60 years – still only targeting the number one master in the world, and the influence on ordinary martial arts people, even the masters of the sky list, is not too big, everyone can pretend to be deaf. dumb.

But this time, he suddenly had a wild beast, killing so many powerful people, and he has become a public enemy of the martial arts. They always worry about what will happen next if Third Young Master Shen is not Mr. Wujian’s opponent either? Will he slaughter the martial arts at will?

“I do not know either.”

Shen Shou grimaced, “I asked the third child several times when I had the opportunity, but the third child never answered directly, alas…”

Of course, the son is unparalleled in the world, and he defeated the eight great masters in the world with one move that day. This kind of demeanor made the old father feel great. However, Mr. Wujian is also an incredible monster. If you want to fight this game, who can rest assured?

The heroes were helpless, and found that all they could do was sigh.

Dream Sword Xiaozhu, still no movement.

August fourteenth.

There is only one night left until the due date.

Shen Zhenyi was sitting in Mengjian Xiaozhu, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, suddenly moved, pushed her wheelchair to the garden.

The garden is full of weeds and bushes, and some gloom is hidden in the dark corners.

“Master!”

Chu Huoluo jumped out, she was worried about Shen Zhenyi, she had been guarding Mengjian Xiaozhu for the past few days, and when she saw Shen Zhenyi going out, she quickly stepped forward.

Shen Zhenyi was not surprised, she nodded lightly and said, “Send me down the mountain and have a drink at the bar.”

He didn’t wait for Chu Huoluo’s answer, he turned his wheelchair and walked towards the gate of Abandoned Sword Villa.

Chu Huoluo took three steps and took two steps, hurried to the back of Shen Zhenyi, pushed her wheelchair and said, “The old monster is coming tomorrow, why are you going down the mountain at this time?”

It has been almost half a year since she came to Abandoned Sword Villa.

At the beginning, Shen Zhenyi lived in the White Pagoda in Houshan, and practiced in seclusion. After instructing Chu Huoluo to beat Zhou Wenzi, she left the customs and moved to Mengjian Xiaozhu. After that, she still lived in a secluded place, that is, she fought against the eight masters and went to the gate of Abandoned Sword Villa.

In addition, he has always stayed at home in the Dream Sword Xiaozhu.

Tomorrow is going to be a life-and-death battle. You said that you have to go out to drink at this time?

If the other party is not the third son of Shen, Chu Huoluo will simply think that there is something wrong with his brain.

But he is Shen Zhenyi, so he must have his own reasons.

Shen Zhenyi didn’t answer, so Chu Huoluo had no way to ask.

She pushed Shen Zhenyi out of the gate of the villa, and saw the twinkling lights in the town under the mountain, which seemed even more prosperous under the sapphire blue night sky.

Abandoned Sword Villa was originally built in the mountains, and at first it was just a small peaceful village under the mountain. But in the past three hundred years, as the status of Abandoned Sword Villa has become higher and higher, it has become more and more prosperous.

Warriors who dream of seeing the Holy Land will always go to Abandoned Sword Villa all their lives. The keen businessmen operate and build here, and now the city has become a prosperous town.

It is peaceful and prosperous here. Although there are often warriors, but because of the majesty of Abandoned Sword Villa, no one dares to cause trouble.

The slightly drunk young Jianghu people sat in the tavern beside the street, looked at the White Pagoda of Abandoned Sword Villa on the top of the mountain, and clapped and sang together. There was the other side of their dreams.

The Land of Nine Serenities, although chaotic, is still a simple world after all.

Shen Zhenyi put on a felt hat, deliberately not conspicuous, stopped in front of an open-air shop with lights at the end of the street, and asked for a stewed egg, noodles, and a pot of wine.

The lights were dim, and the old man in the shop bowed his head and worked hard.

He finely cut the marinated egg into four petals, the color was golden, and the noodles were sprinkled with green chopped green onion, which was fragrant.

Although the wine is ordinary and plain, it is also clean and has a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, which makes people drunk without drinking.

These things, in total, are only sold for thirty-six pennies.

Shen Zhenyi picked up a piece of marinated egg with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

The saltiness is moderate, the flavor is excellent, and it is still the flavor of my youth. In retrospect, I have not been here for six or seven years – no wonder the stall owner has long forgotten him.

“Is it delicious?” Chu Huoluo still didn’t know why he came to eat and drink on a whim. He tasted half a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine out of boredom, feeling that it tasted nothing, and asked curiously.

“It’s not whether it’s good or not, it’s just a thought.”

Shen Zhenyi sighed: “After tomorrow, whether this small town can be preserved or not depends on the will of God.”

Chu Huoluo was shocked: “You two fight in the back mountain, will it spread to this place?”

Legend has it that when the ancestors of martial arts and masters fought against each other, the true energy was released, and it spread to the surrounding areas.

However, this is not verifiable. Judging from the current situation of the top masters, although it will also affect the surrounding topography, it is only a few dozen feet square at most.

You said that the third son Shen and Mr. Wujian were fighting in the back mountain, and even the small town below the mountain might be affected. Chu Huoluo didn’t believe it.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and said, “It’s not that our mere mortal realm of martial arts can affect this town, but after tomorrow, everything will be different.”

Chu Huoluo was a little confused, “Is that what you said, Zhanyue Mingye?”

“What will happen after Zhanyue?”

She remembered that Shen Zhenyi had told her that the highest realm of martial arts was Zhanyuefeixian.

But after Zhanyue, what happened to the land of Jiuyou, she did not ask in detail.

“The world turned upside down.”

Shen Zhenyi only said four words.

If he has more time, maybe he can slowly guide and improve the world. It is a pity that due to the appearance of Mr. Wujian, the progress of Zhanyue will naturally be advanced, and what he can do is limited.

The old man with pancake turned his back to them, and his movements were slightly stagnant, but he concealed the past very well, and no one would notice except Shen Zhenyi.

Tremblingly, he cut the green onion cake with a spatula and placed it on the thick porcelain plate in front of him, steaming hot and fragrant.

Shen Zhenyi sighed slightly, raised his glass suddenly, and shook it towards him from afar.

“Mr. Wujian, tomorrow’s battle, no matter what the outcome is, the peace here will no longer exist, why don’t you have a drink?”