Chapter 78 The Book of War(1/2)
Li Yang really didn't cry.
He felt that he should cry, but he couldn't cry. There seemed to be a crack in his heart, swallowing all his tears, and not even a drop could flow outside, but something seemed to flow in.
That was a figure.
A name.
Yun Niang!
Today, in the future, this simple name will leave a deep impression on him.
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, until that cold and hateful voice sounded.
"You haven't taken action yet?" said the Sword Saint coldly.
No one in the house responded to him.
The Sword Saint slowly raised his hand and was about to shoot out another sword energy.
Dugu Meng stopped him.
"What are you doing?" The Sword Saint put down his hand and frowned and said unhappy.
"Uncle, there are some misunderstandings here. Please stop and allow me to report everything first. The matter is."
"Don't make noise!" A sudden voice interrupted Dugu Meng.
Li Yang gently lowered Yunniang's body and got up from the ground.
Ordinary movements, ordinary tone, and more ordinary expressions.
Dugu Meng felt his heart tingling.
These ordinary appearances seemed too unusual when Li Yang appeared. She felt that Li Yang was crying, either with red eyes, looking at the Sword Saint fiercely, or rushing up to fight desperately.
Li Yang was still like an ordinary person, walking over step by step, walking to the sword saint and Dugu Meng, with clear footsteps.
Because he is an ordinary person now.
A warrior who cannot exert his internal strength is not an ordinary person.
Li Yang looked at the Sword Saint with a blank expression, "You are dizzy?"
"What did you say?" The Sword Saint called himself an old man, but he never had the intention of recognizing the old man.
How can those who recognize the old come back to the world?
"It's dead, didn't you see it?" Li Yang asked, pointing at Yunniang's body.
The Sword Saint didn't even look at Yunniang's body, "Of course I saw it, just a maid."
"What's wrong with the maid?"
"Everyone dies in the martial arts world every day. Even the deaths of famous families and heroes cannot be moved by me, let alone a humble maid?"
The Sword Saint is indeed qualified to say such words. He is a saint! He is a legend in the martial arts world, a saint standing on the altar above everyone!
Li Yang did not continue to question. He knew that the concept of hierarchy and inferiority formed by the ancients over the past thousands of years could never be broken by a few questions.
He never thought of breaking it.
He only asked: "Do you want to rebuild your glory and shine again?"
The Sword Saint did not deny it, and even admitted: "I am trying to let the world see my sword skills that are unprecedented and modern! I will be a sword for my life."
"Your sword is very strong?" Li Yang asked indifferently without waiting for him to finish speaking.
Anger flashed in the sword's eyes, but more of it was light, a pride and proud light.
"The twenty-two swords that I have learned after living in seclusion in thatched hut for decades are definitely an earth-shaking and unprecedented sword technique in the world."
With such a powerful swordsmanship, Li Yang was unmoved, "In 17 days, I will break your sword."
"You want to destroy my husband's sword?" The Sword Saint seemed to hear a joke.
Li Yang said: "I want to make another bet with you."
"What bet?" the swordsman asked with a frown.
Li Yang looked directly at the Sword Saint with his eyes. He was obviously a challenger, but there was no sense of fighting in his eyes, which made the Sword Saint feel strange.
"Just bet on the victory or defeat in 17 days." Li Yang said.
"If I win?" said the Sword Saint.
Li Yang said: "You can take revenge, and you can let the world see your so-called ancient and modern swordsmanship. Don't underestimate me. I am a famous celebrity in the martial arts world now. If you kill me in the name of revenge, you will be famous and can also make the first glorious shot with justification, but if you lose."
The Sword Saint shook his hand and said, "I will never lose!"
"If you don't listen to the bet, are you ready to pay the debt when you lose?" Li Yang said provocatively.
"I will be able to pay my debts? What a joke! Don't think that if you defeat me, you will be invincible in the world. Let me tell you that he couldn't even learn the first style of the Holy Spirit sword technique back then. Do you still think that you can break my sword now?" The sword saint said angrily.
Li Yang looked at him calmly.
The two of them had a stalemate.
Just a moment, Dugu Meng and Duanlang were so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe.
"Hmph! Since you insist on dying, I will help you. If I lose, I will give you this life to your maid." The Sword Saint snorted coldly.
Li Yang said, "I don't want your life."
"Oh?" The Sword Saint thought he had heard it wrong.
Didn't this kid want to kill me?
Li Yang pointed to Yunniang's body behind him, "You have lost, you have to wear mourning clothes and go to her grave to kowtow."
"What? Do you want me to wear mourning for a maid? And kowtow?" The Sword Saint stared at the humble body and shouted in disbelief.
Wearing mourning is a great gift for human ethics. Kneeling three times and nine times is a great gift for the son to the father, and even the ministers to the emperor. Let the sword saint perform these qualities to a maid, which is more painful than killing him.
This is indeed not a murder!
This is heart-killing!
"Are you scared?" Li Yang said provocatively again.
"Just!" said Sword Saint disdainfully.
Just as he was about to get into the fight, Dugu Meng hurriedly shouted: "No, uncle, there is a hidden truth here, he."
"Shut up!"
The Sword Saint shouted angrily: "Since he has already issued a war letter, how can I fight timidly?"
"But"
"No, but."
The Sword Saint no longer paid attention to Dugu Meng and looked at Li Yang, "Your letter of war, I'm going to go, where?"
"It's here." Li Yang said.
"Seventeen days later?" The Sword Saint confirmed the time.
"Seventeen days later." Li Yang nodded.
After saying that, Li Yang did not avoid others, turned to look at Dugu Meng and stretched out his hand.
Of course Dugu Meng knew what he wanted, and she came here to deliver the antidote.
She took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it over. She couldn't help but persuade: "This battle."
"This battle will definitely be fought!" Li Yang said resolutely without waiting for him to finish speaking, taking the antidote in her hand.
Dugu Meng lowered her head weakly, feeling guilty in her heart.
She blamed herself for not arriving earlier, maybe arriving earlier, to prevent all this from happening.
"What the hell are you doing?" The Sword Saint frowned and looked at the porcelain bottle in Li Yang's hand, and couldn't help asking.
Li Yang did not answer.
The niece of the Sword Saint is called Dugu Meng, but not Li Yang.
"That's the antidote to Ruojin San. The day before yesterday I..." Dugu Meng lowered his head and told the Sword Saint of the poisoning in shame.
After hearing this, the Sword Saint, as the uncle, did not give her a good face and said coldly: "You should feel ashamed. The descendant of Wushuang City has poor martial arts. At worst, even if you die, you will die openly. But you use the despicable trick of poisoning."
"I... knew I was wrong." Dugu Meng lowered her head and admitted her mistake.
Li Yang opened the cap of the antidote bottle as if he hadn't seen it or heard it, and poured it into his mouth without saying a word or looking at what was in the bottle.
He believed that the bottle must have the antidote.
Because he has always been very accurate in seeing women.
When the antidote was taken, the medicinal properties of Ruoxin San were immediately eliminated, the internal force gradually started to flow, and the force surged up, and the powerful feeling came back again.
But there was no joy on Li Yang's face.
The sword saint looked at it all the way, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, "You can't use any internal strength just now, but you can actually scare Duan Lang and dare to challenge me. This courage is indeed amazing."
To be continued...