Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I won't kill you today. My disciple said that you, Zhang Yun, are a kind and chivalrous person. Based on this, you don't have to die. "
The handsome young master knelt on the ground and wailed at the corpse of his father in Yi Province, "You lunatic, why did you kill my father?! You will die a horrible death! "
When Zhang Yun's daughter saw the miserable state of her beloved man, she was also weeping. She squatted down and wanted to comfort him but was pushed away by the young man. "Get lost, it's all because of you, you jinx. My father died because of you! If it weren't for you and your mother's instigation, why would I, the son of Yi Province, make things difficult for that nobody time and time again? Why would I use my official position to ask Zhang Dachun to hurt him?! "
Zhang Yun looked as if he was struck by lightning. He turned around with a wooden expression and looked at his wife and daughter. He asked expressionlessly, "Tell me, what happened? Since we're already in this state, you should at least let me know the reason for my death. "
The charming woman no longer had her usual graceful bearing. Her expression was ferocious and terrifying. She said sternly, "Zhang Yun! How would I know that the master of that poor boy is so powerful? If you want to blame someone, you can only blame that young man with the surname Li for pretending to be a fool. If he didn't hide his identity and tease us, why would I deliberately stop him from marrying our daughter?! Haha, now I only regret that I didn't ask that old trash Zhang Dachun to kill him! "
Zhang Yun looked at his crazy wife with disgust. He turned around again and said, "Senior, can I exchange my death for the lives of those unrelated to the Sword Raining Tower?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "No."
Zhang Yun's lips trembled and he couldn't say a word.
The middle-aged man said again, "Don't worry, I came here today only to kill Zhang Dachun. Now, I'm only here to kill the one on the ground and the Yi Province Deputy General who escaped from the Sword Raining Tower. As for the other dead people, since they wanted to kill me, they have to pay the price for having such thoughts. Although in my opinion, your wife and daughter deserve to die, my disciple never had such thoughts. I won't let him feel guilty. "
Zhang Yun couldn't understand this person's thoughts.
It was just like how every time he went up the building and looked at the pictures of the sword immortals of the past, he never understood why the same sword in their hands could be so powerful, so powerful that it could shake the earth and mountains.
However, the middle-aged man continued, "From today onwards, your Sword Rain House shouldn't be open for business anymore. What do you mean by 'the rain of swords is a great spectacle'? That is an insult to the swords in your hands. I believe that any sword in the world, as long as it is in the hands of a true swordsman, will disdain to be associated with other people's swords. Li Chungang's wooden horse and ox are the same. Therefore, if the people who hung the portraits on the top floor were still alive, they would probably have laughed themselves to death. When a sword is in its sheath, it will only cry out for injustice. When the sword is unsheathed, it must have a clear conscience. How can it be used for outsiders to admire the scenery and applaud? "
Zhang Yun smiled miserably, and then his gaze became firm as he said in a low voice, "What Senior said makes a lot of sense. However, the Rainstorm Sword Pavilion is the result of the painstaking efforts of my Zhang Clan's ancestors for a few hundred years after all. Thus, Zhang Yun can die today while the pavilion doesn't exist, but Zhang Yun can't live on while the pavilion doesn't exist!"
This was the first time the middle-aged man looked at Zhang Yun seriously.
Zhang Yun held the Fiery Candle Sword tightly, and there were no more distracting thoughts in his mind, "My Zhang Clan's Sword Rain House once had Ancestor Lu riding a crane, Sword Sovereign Su Xiu once commented on the swordsmen of the world, and Sword God Li Chungang was here to give pointers to my grandfather's swordsmanship. If I, Zhang Yun, retreat today, then the Rainstorm Sword Pavilion will really perish! Zhang Ningjing, Zhang Zhiyuan, Zhang Danbo, Zhang Mingzhi, the four of you remember, after my death, the people of the Rainstorm Sword Pavilion can die, and the signboard can fall, but the words' Rainstorm Sword Pavilion 'must not disappear! It must not be humiliated! "
Zhang Yun pulled out the Fiery Candle Sword and welcomed death with a smile, "Before I die, I would like to thank senior for allowing me to pull out the sword. As for senior's disciple, that young man called Li Huinian, I, Zhang Yun, would like to say a few words from the bottom of my heart before I die. In fact, I have a good impression of Li Huinian, not because his aptitude is not outstanding, but because his understanding of swordsmanship is extremely high. It is because when I saw this young man, I was reminded of my own high-spirited youth, and I was willing to disregard everything for the person I admired. My original intention was to let him suffer a few more rejections, just like how I suffered when I was young. However, for some reason, my daughter suddenly changed her mind. At that time, I felt a little regretful, but I didn't think too much about it.
Zhang Yun then turned his head and looked at the beautiful woman with wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, and said gently, "You weren't like this in the past."
The woman was at a loss.
The middle-aged man no longer had his hands behind his back. He looked at the House Master of the Sword Rain Tower who was holding the sword in his hand and smiled, "Go ahead and attack. I know what I'm doing. I'll let you die when your strength is exhausted."
The Sword Rain Tower of Western Shu claimed to have collected more than a thousand exquisite sword moves in the world. In fact, most of the sword moves were the moves of the House Masters and the outstanding disciples of the Sword Rain Tower. They were not considered outstanding in the world, but they were the foundation that had been accumulated for hundreds of years. Some of the moves were indeed first-class swordsmanship. It was a pity that Zhang Yun also knew that many of the sword moves were exquisite, but he did not know the true meaning behind them. After all, there were too many sword masters who had their own merits, and their sword wills were scattered and mixed. There were even some contradictions between them. Zhang Yun had not reached the realm of returning to one's original state.
The middle-aged man had one hand behind his back and the other hand stretched out.
Zhang Yun's sword moves were magnificent. Sometimes it was majestic like the sun rising from the east, sometimes it was soft and continuous like the rain in Jiangnan, sometimes it was thick and heavy like the snow in midwinter, and sometimes it was light and ethereal like a sparrow flying on a branch.
What was even rarer was that Zhang Yun's sword wills were tightly connected and did not appear abrupt or stiff.
The first sentence of the Sword Rain Tower's motto was clear: The sunrise of Kunlun, the bright moon of Canghai, the water of the Spring God Lake, the great tide of Guangling, the haze of Crimson City, the flying snow of Liao Liao, the yellow sand of the great desert, and various other wonders all contained sword wills that merged into one. The end of the way of the sword!
However, no matter how Zhang Yun attacked, the middle-aged man would gently flick the tip of the Candlestick Sword away with his finger. Therefore, every time the sword vibrated, it meant that Zhang Yun's exquisite sword wills were stopped abruptly.
This absurd scene was like a distinguished scholar reciting a famous poem from the ancient times, but he was interrupted by a vulgar villager with the word 'fart'.
In the square, only the rainbow-like sword Qi could be seen.
Zhang Yun and his sword were indistinct. Only the middle-aged man stood in the same place, casually flicking his two fingers.
Even the odd-job disciples of the Sword Rain Tower, who were laymen, knew that the difference in their attainments in the way of the sword was like the difference between the clouds and the mud.
Their master or grandmaster, Zhang Yun of the Sword Rain Tower in Western Shu, was one of the ten grandmasters of the Western Shu Dao. Even Liu Yuewei, who was the chief consecrator of the Spring Invitation Cottage, did not dare to say that she could defeat Zhang Yun, who was attacking with all his might, with just two fingers, let alone when his body was as immovable as a mountain.
The appearance of this middle-aged man not only shocked everyone with his mysterious cultivation base, which was akin to that of an immortal on the land, but also unknowingly opened up a grand and magnificent martial arts picture scroll for many disciples of the Sword Rain Tower who wanted to reach the peak of the way of the sword.
Everyone present had complicated feelings. Who could turn the tide when the Sword Rain Tower encountered such a powerful enemy? It was destined that they would not be able to avenge themselves today, but would they really be able to in ten or twenty years?
Just as Zhang Yun's sword momentum was weakening, the Sword Rain Tower's master knew that he was going to die. However, Zhang Yun did not feel too indignant. He only felt that after displaying all his skills to his heart's content, it was only a matter of flicking his fingers. He felt that he had let his ancestor down. He had gone through untold hardships to get what he wanted, but at this moment, his sword heart had reached a clear state. He no longer had any regrets.
"Master, don't kill people. Killing people is against the law!"
Suddenly, an anxious voice sounded from afar. The familiar voice fell into the ears of the disciples of the Sword Rain Tower. In the past, they only felt that it was laughable and disgusting. Now, it was no different from the sound of nature.
As for the content of the words, no one found it funny anymore.
The middle-aged man flicked Zhang Yun and his sword away with two fingers, forcing Zhang Yun to retreat dozens of steps. He turned his head and laughed angrily at his disciple who rushed over, "Since when is killing not against the law?"
The young man ran to his side and said softly, "Let's not talk about whether it's against the law first. You killed people in front of so many people. If word gets out, it won't sound good. The Peach Blossom Sword God killed people in Western Shu's Sword Rain Tower. It will damage your reputation!"
The old gatekeeper who ran to the streets to look for the young man did not know that he had saved the Sword Rain Tower's life.
The middle-aged man said helplessly, "Since when have I cared about my reputation?"
The young man said confidently, "As your disciple, I care! I care very much! "
The middle-aged man laughed it off.
Zhang Yun, who was drenched in sweat, kept his sword back into its sheath. He cupped his fists and smiled sincerely. He bowed deeply and said, "I already know your identity. Because of you, the Sword Rain Tower's name has been removed from Western Shu. Zhang Yun has no regrets in this life! The Sword Rain Tower has no regrets! "
As soon as these words were spoken, all of the Raining Sword Swords Pavilion's guest elders and disciples, including Zhang Yun, were shocked.
In the Jianghu, a person's reputation was extremely important to all righteous people. As for the reputation of the sect that they belonged to, it was even more important.
Zhang Yun's shocking statement implied that the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him was like the Wu Family's Master who used the Sword Tomb's prestige to talk about flying swords, or Chai Qingshan who represented the Dongyue Sword Pool to talk about forging swords.
Otherwise, no matter how high this person's martial cultivation was, no matter how much he regarded everyone as ants, Zhang Yun, who had the intention of sacrificing himself for the sword, would not have taken the initiative to say such a thing.
The middle-aged man did not show any change in his expression. He accepted it calmly, or more accurately, he completely ignored it.
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