Three times a month, which meant there were twenty-seven times in nine months.
Shen Zhenyi had faced twenty-seven different groups of assassins since he started living in seclusion in the White Tower in the back of the mountain. Each group of assassins was getting stronger and stronger. Ten days ago, the assassin could already be considered a top-notch master in the Nine Serenities. This person had worked hard on his palms for at least thirty years. The power of his palms could be released as far as thirty feet, which was enough to split stone. He was definitely not a nameless person.
The assassin's identity was obvious, but it was not worth Shen Zhenyi's time and effort to understand.
Because he was still sitting here, while those assassins had all become nameless corpses that fell into the sea from the cliff behind him.
He still did not get a reply.
Shen Zhenyi seemed to be talking to himself. "From your sword intent, you have already reached the third realm of the Merciful Killing Swordsmanship, the continuous meaning. Even Zen Master Liu Ru did not reach the seventh realm of martial arts as early as you did. As long as you restrain yourself and practice hard for ten years, you can compete with the heroes of the world. "
"If you turn around and leave now, I can pretend that you have never been here."
Shen Zhenyi paused for a moment, and then sincerely advised, "You are not even thirty years old. You are really too young. It would be a pity if you died here. "
A silent tremor came from the darkness. The assassin with a strong heart could no longer remain calm.
Shen Zhenyi had hit the nail on the head.
His martial arts progress, his age, and even his identity were all clearly seen through by the crippled Third Young Master Shen.
The assassin had goosebumps all over his body. He felt as if he had been exposed in broad daylight and could not keep any secrets.
His beast-like intuition told him to listen to Shen Zhenyi's advice. He should immediately turn around and flee, far away from the terrifying existence in front of him, and never set foot in the Abandoned Sword Villa again. But his rationality also told him that no matter how strong the Third Young Master Shen was, he was already in the past. A person with broken meridians and unable to use True Qi would not be able to use any superior swordsmanship.
This was a golden opportunity that would never come again!
The assassin's ambition burned wildly, and the burning pain from his soul made him unable to wait any longer. With a loud roar, he flew out from his hiding place and used all the strength in his body to stab Shen Zhenyi in the chest.
— — This was the most powerful strike he had ever unleashed in his life.
Even if it was a mountain peak, it would definitely be split apart by this sword of no return!
Shen Zhenyi did not dodge, nor did he have the slightest intention of making a move. Instead, he patiently taught as if he was an elder instructing a junior, "Your sword has some semblance of materialization, but the killing intent is still too strong. It was important to note that the Merciful Life-Killing Swordsmanship was based on the principle of "unintentional killing". Although you have to 'kill', you have to maintain an 'unintentional' state at all times … "
The assassin could not hear anything. He only saw that the tip of the sword was about to enter the Third Young Master Shen's body by three feet. As long as this sword strike was successful, he would be able to replace the Third Young Master Shen as a living legend.
At this moment, he was blinded by his own ambition, and only thought of the glory he would enjoy after the deed was done.
But in the next second, a strange expression appeared on the assassin's face.
He watched in disbelief as the sword in his hand began to disintegrate, as fragile as a fallen leaf.
This was a spectacle that left people flabbergasted.
As the assassin charged forward, the long sword made of well-tempered steel was cut evenly by an invisible sharp object like a piece of soft tofu. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the blade trembled as it split into two halves, like an ugly two-headed snake twisting and swinging.
— — The cut went from the tip of the sword to the spine, then to the hilt, then to the palm, wrist, arm, and finally to the body.
Swish!
With a crisp sound in the wind, the assassin's body split open from the center of his forehead, but surprisingly, not a single drop of blood spilled out. The two pieces of his body did not stop moving. They passed by Shen Zhenyi's sides and fell into the cliff of death like moths to a flame.
After a long time, two consecutive splashes were heard.
Waves splashed.
The corpse fell into the deep sea.
Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly. He lowered his head and dusted off his clothes, brushing away the spring dust on them. From beginning to end, he did not make any unnecessary movements.
The young assassin died with his eyes wide open. He would never understand how he died.
After a long time, Shen Zhenyi picked up the teacup, smelled it, and threw it away.
"It's a pity that it's stained with blood …"
"It would have been better if you had come one day later."
His tone was slightly regretful, and he pushed the wheelchair sideways down the mountain.
Shen Zhenyi usually lived in the ivory white tower at the back of the mountain. He returned to the tower along the winding mountain road, and the two bronze doors at the bottom of the tower closed silently. Thick dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the white tower of the Abandoned Sword Villa, which symbolized the light, became dark and unclear, as if it was about to dissolve in the deep night.
Everything returned to silence.
***
The dead did not affect the weather.
The next day was an ordinary sunny day. The sun had just risen, and the morning glow coated the white tower with a layer of golden light.
Shen Zhenyi arrived at the top of the mountain early in the morning to eat the morning glow and nourish his Profound Qi. Of course, in the eyes of many people, it was just a fallen young genius in a daze.
There was an iron sword inserted into the hard bluestone at the highest point. Shen Zhenyi had once relied on this sword to suppress the world. However, it was not in the hands of the world's best swordsman. It was just an ordinary bluestone used by the disciples of the Abandoned Sword Villa. It was priced at one tael of silver. It was wide at the front and narrow at the back, and it was two feet two inches and three fen long. It was slightly shorter and thinner than the swords used by ordinary people in Jianghu.
Because of the heavy humidity in the mountain, the sword had dark brown spots of rust on it, and it had lost its luster. The sword tassel was originally bright red, but after being exposed to the sun and rain, it faded into a withered yellow.
Nine months ago, Shen Zhenyi deeply inserted the sword into the stone slab and wrote the two words "Sword Tomb". He dragged his injured body and seriously worshipped it.
The people of the Abandoned Sword Villa did not understand what he meant. His father and brother also asked him in a roundabout way, but he just smiled and did not answer.
Since then, every morning after watching the sunrise, Shen Zhenyi would sweep the simple sword tomb.
Of course, today was no exception.
Shen Zhenyi burned two basins of paper money and poured a cup of wine. He stared at the sword tomb for a long time.
When he raised his head, he noticed that the grass on the side swayed slightly.
Shen Zhenyi half closed his eyes and said casually, "The White Tower in the back of the mountain is the forbidden area of the Abandoned Sword Villa. Trespassers will be punished by facing the wall for three months. Why does Miss Chu always knowingly break the rules? "
His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people hiding in the grass to hear. Only a rustling sound was heard, and a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl dressed in red came out. Her head was still covered with dry grass.
The girl in red looked a bit embarrassed, but she wanted to show that she did not care. Her black and white eyes rolled around, and she could not help but ask, "How did you know I was here?"
Shen Zhenyi looked at her and said leisurely, "If I were you, I would never hide in that ominous place."
The assassin last night was in the exact same place as Miss Chu.
His corpse was now feeding the fish at the bottom of the sea under the cliff.
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