Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 24

[Chapter 24 A glass of wine]

The old man’s back suddenly shook.

He had been hunched over, but when he was called out by Shen Zhenyi, he straightened his body unconsciously, appearing to be taller than the average person. The white hair that has been tied up spreads out, and there is no wind.

The sackcloth on his body also swelled, and the whole person immediately showed a dangerous aura.

Chu Huoluo was caught off guard, and hurriedly stood in front of Shen Zhenyi, posing defensively.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and gently drew her left hand, motioning her to sit down.

“It’s okay, today is not the time for a decisive battle, Mr. Wujian will not take action.”

He slowly picked up the glass and took a sip, like a warm spring breeze.

The momentum of the old man gradually subsided, he slowly turned his head, there was no trace of expression on his withered face, just like the dead wood by the roadside, only the faint light occasionally appeared in his eyes.

“You already knew it was me?”

He asked Shen Zhenyi.

Shen Zhenyi shook his head, “Today, I sensed that you were here because of the qi machine. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wujian, who is famous all over the world, has always been at the foot of Abandoned Sword Villa, but no one knows about it.”

This roadside wine and food stall has been around for decades.

Shen Shou had eaten beef noodles here with Shen Zhenyi when he was a child.

The stall owner at that time was a white-haired old man, and Shen Shou also lamented that he had been here when he was a child, and it had not changed at all.

Today, Shen Zhenyi sensed Mr. Wujian’s murderous aura, and only then did he find his hiding place.

Mr. Wujian was silent.

He walked slowly to the small table, his footsteps seemed to have been measured, there was no difference at all, and with each step, the momentum on his body increased by one point. Chu Huoluo’s palms were sweating. She was now the seventh-level martial arts master, but in front of this person, she didn’t even dare to resist.

Shen Zhenyi was still calm.

Mr. Wujian walked to the small table, sat down opposite Shen Zhenyi, stared at the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the table, and said coldly, “I have practiced sword for two hundred and seventy-six years. Never drank again.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded, “There are many taboos in this martial art. You must have a heart like a cold stone, a body like a dead tree, and the color of wine. These things are the major obstacles to practicing this martial art.”

Mr. Wujian closed his eyes, “However, with this method, I have the opportunity to cut the moon and can be called the best in the world.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded again, “If you can bear your temper and practice the secret method of blood exchange for more than 500 years, you may not have the chance to kill the moon.”

“But with you.” Mr. Wujian’s face was ugly, and green light ignited in his eyes, like a ghost fire.

For more than 200 years, he has killed all the masters in the world who have stepped into the realm of the gods and martial arts, on the one hand, to practice the secret art of exchanging blood, and on the other hand, to prevent the birth of genius.

I have to say, now that there are thousands of horses in the Nine Serenities, he is considered a success at least for the first two hundred years.

It’s a pity that there is a third son of Shen.

——The unparalleled third son of Shen.

At the age of seventeen, he has already mastered the swordsmanship of God. If he is given another ten or eight years, God knows how far his martial arts realm can be improved?

Therefore, he had to leave the customs and use the killing method to increase his Qi and return to his peak state.

In any case, get rid of Shen Zhenyi first.

But when he saw it today, he realized that the situation was not as simple as he thought.

This young man’s sword energy has subsided, and he has returned to the basics. Even himself, he can’t even see what his cultivation is like?

Could it be that he is not only the ninth level of martial arts, but a hundred feet, and went a step further, reaching the threshold of the tenth level?

In this way, the two of them will fight, and the moon will be defeated.

Of course, this is the goal that Mr. Wujian has been pursuing – but it was rushed, and even he was not ready.

“The land of Jiuyou has been ravaged by you for more than two hundred years, and it has been weak for a long time. At this time, I am afraid that there will be disasters in the future.”

Shen Zhenyi spoke leisurely.

Mr. Wujian rolled his eyes strangely and said with a sneer, “Could it be that you want to beg me to delay the decisive battle?”

Shen Zhenyi said indifferently: “The longer you delay, the worse it will be for you. If this time next year, you will definitely not be my opponent. You also understand this, so you are desperate and will start tomorrow. Even if I ask you to delay , how can you agree?”

He seemed to be saying something for granted, but Mr. Wujian was unable to refute it and was speechless for a while.

After a long time, Mr. Wujian opened his mouth and said: “Then why did you come today?”

“Nothing, just drink a glass of wine with you, and then look at the calm before Zhanyue.” Shen Zhenyi raised the glass and drank it calmly.

Mr. Wujian gritted his teeth, snorted, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

“go.”

Shen Zhenyi said that she would go, then turned around and walked over to the wheelchair. Chu Huoluo pushed him away. At first, her feet felt weak, but then she walked faster and faster, almost trotting.

——The eyes of the old man with five swords behind him were like sharp swords, which made Chu Huoluo feel very uncomfortable.

The old man Wujian kept staring at them until Shen Zhenyi’s white clothes completely dived into the dark night and could no longer see him, then he lowered his head and sighed.

The wine glass in his hand was gently pinched by him, turned into powder with a snort, and floated in the air.

Chu Huoluo was silent all the way, and her heart was full of doubts.

Shen Zhenyi guessed her thoughts, and took the initiative to explain two sentences, “In the realm of martial arts, I want to cut the moon flying. If one person can build a lifetime and break through the bottleneck, he can hold the sky with one hand and cut through the eyes of the moon by himself. ”

“But other than that, the simpler way to cut the moon is to fight in a decisive battle between two people who have also entered the tenth realm of martial arts. The Qi is soaring to the sky and the moon, this is the most commonly used method when the martial arts of the lower worlds are flourishing.”

Wanting to build a lifetime with one person’s strength is difficult to achieve in a normal lower world. After all, there is a lack of true qi, inheritance and guidance – a monster like Shen Zhenyi, but it is rare.

Even a monster like Mr. Wujian who practices strange martial arts is rare. Under normal circumstances, martial arts are prosperous, masters are produced in large numbers, and then in an extreme battle, they are lucky enough to break the moon eye and be promoted.

However, the martial arts seeds in the Nine Netherlands were killed by Mr. Wujian, and the so-called masters saved were nothing more than this in Shen Zhenyi’s eyes. If there is no Third Young Master Shen, if Jiuyou Land wants to be promoted, it will take hundreds of years for Mr. Wujian’s blood exchange secret technique to be successful.

Just because there was a third son Shen, Mr. Wujian’s wishful thinking was completely broken.

When these two characters fight, the world is bound to be turned upside down.

Chu Huoluo suddenly realized.

But she was even more worried about what would happen after Zhanyue.

Chu Huoluo knew that tomorrow would be a crucial battle for Shen Zhenyi, so she didn’t dare to ask any more questions to disturb his mind. After seeing Mr. Wujian’s true face, she only felt a deep horror, even the unfathomable third son of Shen, faced with such evil and darkness, it is difficult to be sure of victory.

She can only hide the question in her heart – anyway, after tomorrow, all the answers will be in front of her eyes.

Shen Zhenyi returned to Mengjian Xiaozhu.

He still didn’t take the sword. Just sitting quietly in the wheelchair, looking at the moonlight like water outside the window.

Frost flowers fell on the grass and trees, dyeing the leaves silver-white, quiet and mysterious.