Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 112

When swordsmanship has reached a certain level, there is no need to entangle for a day and a night to tell the winner, and often the result can be seen within a hundred moves.

After seventy moves, the blood in Qiu Che's body was already hot, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became even more intense: "Xi Mian, you have relaxed a lot these years."

He has been comprehending his own sword intent for ten years, even if he does not use the infinite sword, it will not have much impact on him.

But Lian Shenwei is different.

He has been haunted by hatred for the past ten years, rarely touches the sword, and even the internal force in his meridians is very sluggish. Even if he has rehearsed countless times in his mind, it will be nothing but talk on paper.

He admitted it neatly, and said with a smile, "Yes."

Lian Shenwei's body has always been cold, especially when the weather is getting colder, she always wears one more layer than others, and now she is sweating a little.

It's hot and it hurts.

The meridian was as painful as it was split, and the poison in the blood seemed to be eroding into the internal organs, and he could feel the scorching heat like maggots attached to the bone.

But this kind of pain, in exchange for the happiest day in ten years, even if the poison penetrates into the bone, he is still willing to enjoy it.

In the short remaining life span, how many days will he have such willful days.

Not anymore.

Especially after this time.

Lian Shen moved his Adam's apple slightly, and made a very small swallowing movement, the sweet smell pervading up made him want to cough.

After the two made another move, Lian Shenwei pointed at the blade of the Cangshan Sword and smiled slightly at Qiu Che: "It will take too much time to fight, let's decide the outcome with one move."

The one-stroke victory or defeat between swordsmen often refers to the competition between sword intent and sword energy.

Ten years ago, Qiu Che had never won against Lian Shenwei, and he was always short in comprehension of sword intent.

"Right on my mind."

Qiu Che said: "In the past ten years, in order to defeat you, I have trapped myself on the snow-capped mountains for several years, narrowly escaped death, and sharpened my sword intent."

He slowly grasped the sword with both hands, "Xi Mian, do you still remember my sword intent?"

"It's grown so much more than it was before."

Lian Shenwei: "Of course I remember."

Qiu Che sighed: "In the past ten years, I have been moving forward, but you have stayed where you are."

"Are you so sure you'll win?"

"You just fought against each other, and you lost the wind."

Lian Shen smiled and said nothing, "Then come."

……

Tian Nan and Ming Zhu listened to their master's words and stayed far away.

"I didn't know that the master was stronger than us before." Tian Nan watched for a while, was forced back by the strong wind, and rubbed his eyes, "You don't seem surprised?"

Mingzhu: "Before the southern tour, the master used his internal strength once. After returning, his body became worse."

"Mr. Feng really left?"

Tian Nan: "Can there be a fake? I saw it with my own eyes."

Mingzhu was silent for a moment: "As soon as the battle is over, we will rush over immediately. I am worried that the master will not be able to hold on."

"Just watch, don't worry—"

Clang-!

After an extremely ear-shattering collision sound, the surrounding bamboos fell silent, and then were directly broken by the internal force scattered in the air.

When the extremely fierce sword energy hit Ming Zhu, it was already very weak. Tian Nan was accidentally blown by this strong wind, and felt as if his face had been cut by a knife.

The body sensed the danger, and even subconsciously used internal force to resist.

He took a deep breath: "Master and Mr. Chou...I'm afraid they have touched that level..."

Tianshu state.

The pinnacle of martial arts.

So many people are so poor that they can't spy on the 'extreme' in their entire lives.

After this powerful force passed, there was no sound except the rustling of the bamboo forest like waves surging.

Mingzhu: "It seems to be over."

Tiannan: "Then shall we go and have a look?"

Suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes ahead, Tian Nan raised his head vigilantly, and saw a young man in blue robe riding his horse with a gloomy face.

When the man in the blue robe saw them, he slapped his horse's back, jumped into the air, and threw the whip in his hand to them, "Watch it! Don't go over there to make trouble!"

Tian Nan hurriedly grabbed the horse, surprised: "Mr. Feng?!"

Chou Che's fingers trembled slightly from the shock. After a long time, he said, "I lost."

There was a small gap in two thirds of Wuliangjian's body.

He was silent for a few seconds: "Your sword intent..."

A swordsman knows people, and sword intent is only the most direct way of feeling.

In the world, besides Ximian himself, he is the one who is most familiar with Ximian's sword intent.When he first went to the Phoenix Terrace to challenge Ximian, he had felt his sword intent.

Natural and unrestrained, willful, graceful and gentlemanly.

But also very distant.

In the many fights that followed, Ximian's sword intent gradually took shape, and his feelings became clearer.

But what Ximian used just now was not the sword intent he was familiar with.

He couldn't describe the feeling in words.

At the moment of the confrontation, he seemed to have returned to the sense of despair that he felt every time he was on the verge of death when he was retreating in the snow mountain and comprehending the sword intent.

His mouth and nose were covered by the icy snow, but the skeleton was dragging him down under him. He couldn't break free, couldn't move, his blood and bones were frozen every inch, gradually suffocating in the invisible darkness.

The sporadic warmth mixed in the sword intent is like an illusion in the extreme cold.

The moment he felt it, he was shocked.

A person can actually have two different sword intents.

You must know that the polishing and formation of sword intent often requires the swordsman to ask for more than ten years or even decades in the center.

In other words, Ximian's second sword intent was rediscovered by him in the past ten years.

Lian Shenwei withdrew his sword: "Chou Che, the sword intent is hidden in the heart, it doesn't need to be studied every day to break through."

Qiu Che looked at him for a long time with complicated eyes, and said slowly: "Back then, I asked that old Taoist, who was better than me in my age, and he said that it was you, the proud son of heaven, whose talent in swordsmanship was beyond compare. .”

"I don't believe in talent, I only believe in hard work."

Ximian swings the sword ten times, he will do it a hundred times, and Ximian will do it thousands of times if he swings the sword a hundred times.With the gap in talent, he forced himself to reach a level where he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Xi Mian with a thousand times the perseverance.

But if he switches positions with Ximian, he asks himself, he can't have two kinds of sword intent.

Qiu Che: "But I still haven't won against you."

Lian Shen slightly coughed on his lips, and smiled: "I've tried my best."

Qiu Che: "Every time I fight against you, I try my best."

"But this time," Qiu Che sighed softly, "I wish you didn't have a second kind of sword intent."

The silence and coldness of drowning in the deep sea.

Is it the hatred born out of Fudu Villa?It doesn't seem to be all the case, the sword intent forged purely with hatred can't go far at all, let alone reach such a state of great accomplishment.

With his sword intent, he can realize what kind of life Ximian has lived for these ten years.

The vision in front of him began to blur, and Lian Shenwei couldn't see Chou Che's face clearly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "...Brother Qiu, I am willing to admit defeat."

Qiu Che: "Yes."

After hearing Chou Che's response, Lian Shen raised his lips slightly, closed his eyes slowly, and leaned back uncontrollably, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the Cangshan Sword came out from his palm.

"—"

Qiu Che's pupils shrank, his heart stopped for half a second, and he stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Youdao figure is faster than him.

Feng Ke flew out a needle with his fingertips and stuck it on the side of Lian Shenwei's neck. Then with a cold face, he grabbed his shoulder with one hand, tapped his toes on the bamboo leaves, and flew up the cliff.

Without looking back, he ordered: "Chou Che, go and get his sword back."

Something dripped from the air.

Qiu Che stretched out his hand.

Blood splashed on the palm.

It is dormant blood.

He forced himself to calm down, listened to Feng Ke's words, and flew down to pick up the sword.

***

"Water! Hot and cold water are ready!"

Tiannan and Mingzhu treated it once, and quickly prepared the water.Feng Ke didn't care about anything else, and directly threw Lian Shenwei into the water.

Immediately afterwards, he ripped off the clothes on Lian Shenwei's back very roughly, and stabbed in needle by needle.

Different from the previous ones, this time the needles were administered very slowly, and with each needle, the sweat on his forehead grew a little more.

"You're unlucky, it's the first time I've used the acupuncture method created by me."

This is the first aid method he developed for Lian Shenwei's situation, but he has just researched it. He originally planned to study it with his father after returning to Feng's house to see if it can be optimized.

It's a pity... This acupuncture method consumes a lot of energy for the user. Fortunately, although he has devoted all his energy to medical skills, his internal strength has not been lost.

Lian Shenwei's heartbeat became weaker and weaker.

The expressions of Tian Nan and Ming Zhu were quite calm, it was the first time that Qiu Che saw Feng Ke's serious expression, he was too nervous to speak.

Feng Ke took Xia Lian Shenwei's pulse, his fingers trembled slightly, and immediately ordered: "Press his arm."

Tian Nan and Qiu Che firmly held Lian Shenwei's arm.

Feng Ke once again planted marrow devouring Gu on Lian Shenwei.

The marrow devouring Gu took root on Lian Shenwei's thin back and penetrated into the bone marrow.

But he only struggled very weakly, and then there was no movement.

Feng Ke's blood suddenly cooled down.

This happens only when the consciousness is deeply trapped——

Lian Shenwei didn't want to wake up.

Feng Ke clenched his fists: "Chou Che, what did he tell you before he passed out?"

Chou Che's voice was dry: "I just promised him to go to the border."

Feng Ke: "Damn it!"

Tian Nan panicked: "Mr. Feng, why didn't the master respond?"

Feng Ke seemed to have never heard of it, his eyes were red, and he grabbed Lian Shenwei's collar viciously, "You..."

"You think you have nothing to do, do you?!"

"You haven't paid back the money you owe me for the medicinal materials! If you don't want to be my cow in the next life, wake up quickly, bastard!"

"Your sister is not trying to scare you, you will see ghosts if you get an needle! If you dare to go that way, I will practice needles on you like when you were a child! You will be afraid for two lifetimes!"

"Chou Che lied to you, he won't go to the border!"

"Ying Jingjue's throne hasn't been secured yet, so take a look back!"

"We're all here..."

***

A thick fog.

Lian Shenwei walked in slowly.

He heard romps deep in the mist.

These voices were getting closer and closer to him, but what he saw in front of him became more and more blurred.What he wants to grab is getting further and further away.

[Lian Shenwei, don't sleep. ]

Who was calling him, the voice was familiar and urgent.

Lian Shenwei suspected that he had heard wrongly, he paused, and continued to walk forward, there was something inexplicably attracting him.

Is this Huangquan?

He can't see the way.

I heard folk rumors before that if relatives go first, if they are worried that their children will not find their way, they will leave a light where they walked.

Dad, did they leave a light for him?

Lian Shenwei looked around, but he couldn't find it.

[... Medicinal material money! ]

The annoying voice came again.

[... Didn't sit still!you wake up! ]

[He will not go to the frontier!Lie to you, stupid or not! ]

Lian Shen stopped slightly and frowned.

very noisy.

He raised his foot, intending to continue walking, when he suddenly heard a trembling——

[I say it again. ]

[If you dare to go that way, I will still practice acupuncture on you like when you were a child!Tell you to be afraid for two lifetimes! ]

[You look back. ]

When he heard 'needling', Lian Shenwei froze and stopped completely.

The fog in front suddenly cleared.

He turned his head slowly.

Then turned around and took a step back.

With just one step, severe pain suddenly hit.

***

The young man in the bathtub struggled without warning.

"pain……"

Feng Ke's eyes lit up, "Hold him!"

He raised his sleeve and wiped his face fiercely, "I will drag you back even if I die."

……

Lian Shenwei was in a coma for three days.

When he woke up, Feng Ke, Qiu Che, Tian Nan and Ming Zhu were all around his bed.

They all looked very excited and said something in a hurry.

Lian Shen was at a loss.

After a long time, he tilted his ears.

Still no sound.

He can't hear.