This Old Man did not seem to feel the cold wind and rain. He softly said, "When we fled to the cliff where we could see the Guanyin Nunnery in the South Sea, it was Li Yishan who personally led the troops to chase us away. He was also the one who secretly released the three of us. I, Zhao Dingxiu, have thought about it over the years. If someone were to say that Li Yishan wanted to help us restore the country, I would not believe it. However, no matter what this strategist, who was famous for his stratagem in the Spring and Autumn Period, had planned, since he did not destroy the Western Shu royal family, then this old man would be willing to work like an ox or a horse for the Beiliang. However, if he wanted the Crown Prince to put himself in danger and do something similar to using his life in exchange for the attention of the Zhao Family's Emperor, I would definitely not agree. "
The blacksmith did not utter a word. He had never been able to understand the thoughts of scholars and was too lazy to think about it. He had lived here for more than twenty years. Every time Su Su fell asleep, he, who was born in a family of swordsmithing in Western Shu, would begin to forge a sword. He had been forging this sword for more than twenty years. He could not think of a good name, so This Old Man said that this sword would be called Spring and Autumn Period.
This Old Man asked in a low voice, "When will it be ready?"
The blacksmith said in a low, muffled voice, "Anytime."
This Old Man nodded and asked, "The woman carrying the zither is most likely the devil Xue Songguan. There seems to be a new list of assassins. She and the little girl who killed Wang Mingyin are both ranked second. However, the zither cultivator's goal is to suppress evil and control the soul. For her to use the zither to kill, she has fallen into the wrong path. "
The blacksmith surnamed Qi twitched the corner of his mouth and did not say anything.
This Old Man laughed at himself and said, "I know what you want to say. I also understand the simple logic of collecting gold and silver in troubled times. In times of war and turmoil, it is easy to produce a legendary pipa song, but it is impossible to produce a good zither score. It is just that I have some scholarly spirit, unable to tolerate sand in my eyes. My family has been making zithers for generations, and we have produced many national masters. I'm afraid the unique technique of the Eight Treasures Paint Gray will be broken in my hands. "
The blacksmith sighed and glanced at This Old Man. He remembered that there was a saying that Scholar Zhao was unrivaled in the guqin world for a hundred years, and it was said by that old tortoise, Huang Longshi. But now, no one had the leisure to do so.
In the alley outside the wall.
The blind zither player sat cross-legged with his Charred Tail Zither placed across his knees. His left hand hung in the air while his right hand plucked at the strings.
The clanging sound instantly covered the sound of the wind and rain.
The young saberman standing at the corner with an umbrella in hand finally stepped into the alley and began to run wildly.
The gray and misty world was cut into two by this pluck. A faint silver line cut through the rain curtain like tofu and came straight for Xu Fengnian's waist. Xu Fengnian tapped the tip of his foot and jumped over the silver line. After the water curtain was broken, it was repaired. The two walls of the alley were not so lucky. They were torn apart, leaving behind an almost invisible groove.
The distance between the two changed from 100 steps to 80 steps.
The female zither player with a delicate round face was immersed in the music. She ignored the man with the umbrella who rushed forward. She still used her right hand, but two fingers pressed on the strings and made a circle.
Hsu Fengnian, who visited the alley in the rainy night, narrowed his eyes. His palm slid down and held the handle of the umbrella. He twisted it gently with two fingers. The small plain oil-paper umbrella spun and swayed in the alley.
With a swish, the oil-paper umbrella was cut by the two silver lines that were as sharp as real blades. Hsu Fengnian, who had identified the tracks in an instant, stepped out with his right hand. He tipped his toes on the wall and tilted his body in the air to avoid the danger.
Seventy steps.
The woman made a relatively complicated hand gesture.
The raindrops in the alley were instantly shattered. Countless tiny holes appeared on the walls on both sides. The oil-paper umbrella that had not yet fallen to the ground was almost crushed into powder.
Hsu Fengnian did not stop. He waved his sleeve and responded with the River Breaker that he had learned when facing the wild bulls in the canyon. Since he could break a river, he could naturally break the sound of the zither in the rain.
Two majestic Qi movements, like dragons and snakes swimming in the water, collided with each other. Hsu Fengnian took advantage of the situation to drill through the broken wall of rain in the alley. He closed the gap to 60 steps.
The blind zither player rolled her slender right hand.
A particularly thick silver line rolled in front of her. It slid freely in the alley like a flood dragon out of the river. It pounced on Hsu Fengnian who did not want to stop. Another silver line snake, slightly smaller in scale, arced behind her and split the wall to her left. It was thick in the middle and shallow on both sides.
It was the first to shoot toward the bent and running swordsman. The spring thunder in the scabbard left her hand and tangled with the silver snake, creating a string of sparks. Hsu Fengnian then formed a hook with his five fingers. His right hand grasped the silver light that swam fiercely like a flood dragon. He suddenly exerted force and broke it. Water splashed out on his chest. It was a beautiful scene.
Hsu Fengnian's figure arrived. The rain poured down on the blind zither player.
Only fifty steps left.
Hsu Fengnian flicked the spring thunder. It pierced the sky and the rain curtain, falling toward the woman's head.
A golden thread came out of her sleeve.
The woman who was waiting for the rabbit tonight had a normal expression. Her left hand, which was suspended in the air, finally fell. The sound of the slide was different from before. It was gentle and peaceful. Because the force of the pull was heavy, it surged with thunder.
The spring thunder scabbard and the golden thread flying sword were both severed. Although Hsu Fengnian was reborn and forcefully pulled them back, he also lost the initiative. He finally had no choice but to stop and stand still. He rolled up his sleeves and pushed them out, resisting the killing intent of the strings created by the zither player's left hand.
The needle piercing mirror.
The surface of the mirror was sturdy, but it could not withstand thousands of needles.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of the zither stopped. Hsu Fengnian looked down at his left shoulder. Wisps of blood seeped out, getting thicker and thicker. Even if he had just entered the Great Vajra Realm, he could not stop the injury.
He somewhat understood why it was called 'Good at Mysterious Finger Killing Vajra'.
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