"You and I are the same," Jiang Liechen said, "You and I are the same. Legend has it that in ancient times there was a predecessor whose divine skill reached the peak of perfection, who called himself 'Dugu Qiubai'. After achieving success and fame, he wandered the Jianghu, begging for defeat all his life. Having no opponent in the world, he could enjoy a moment of happiness, but if this continued, inevitably he would feel empty. "An Yesun said," Together with the gentleman, drink! "
The second cup was emptied. An Yesun poured more wine and said, "Later on we met Menglin. The three of us went out to complete a mission. Menglin loved to travel and play, but the two of us opposed each other with equal harshness, neither of us was willing to yield. When we went to the Sword Devil Villa to seize the Poison Dragon Armor, we were careless and Menglin was captured by the Villa's disciples … "
Jiang Liechen continued, "That battle could be said to be extremely dangerous. At that time my skill was not good enough, I was hit by the Sword Devil's palm. My whole body was cold to the bone. Luckily you attacked him from behind and distracted him, giving me a chance to catch my breath and kill him. "An Yesun said," I don't expect anything in return for my kindness, drink! "
Jiang Liechen said, "I still remember that at that time, in order to comfort Menglin, we gave all the credit to her, saying that she defeated the Sword Devil. But it was a fly in the ointment, she did not receive the Hierarch's praise. She cried and made a fuss, so you caught a wild rabbit to coax her. "
An Yesun said, "Eight or nine out of ten things in life are not as you wish; how can everything be perfect? Only when the heart is content can a circle be formed. Drink! "Afterwards An Yesun recounted the diplomatic missions one by one. Every time he finished, he would urge Menglin to drink. By the time he finished talking about the battle at Tongguan, empty wine jugs were piled up everywhere. He drank until he was a little tipsy. Jiang Liechen's countenance remained calm, without any sign of drunkenness. Suddenly he asked, "What do you want to say?"
An Yesun was startled, he was so startled that he sobered up. "Subordinate came here to congratulate Young Master," he hastily said, "I have no other intention!" "That's right," Jiang Liechen said, "I accept your kindness, but right now I can't hold my liquor, so it's difficult for me to entertain you. The night is deep and the dew is heavy. Brother Yun, you should go back and rest early. We can drink together again tomorrow. "
An Yesun said, "You … you … I don't see that you're drunk." Jiang Liechen laughed and said, "That's a fresh thing to say. Don't tell me you want me to act crazy in front of you? You can drink a thousand cups without collapsing, but not everyone can drink as well. " An Yesun said, "Those who are really drunk always try to be brave and say they're not drunk … only those who aren't drunk will say they're drunk." Jiang Liechen said, "It's important to know one's own limits. Only by doing things according to one's ability and treading through thistles and thorns at every step can one avoid making a fool of oneself. "
An Yesun felt that there was a hidden meaning behind every word Jiang Liechen said tonight. Throwing caution to the wind, he turned around and kowtowed, saying, "Since we've already talked, there's no harm in opening the window and speaking frankly. Subordinate and Young Master have worked together for many years, I've never begged you for anything …" Jiang Liechen reached out to support him. "Between you and me," he said, "Do we still need to use the word 'beg'? You've never begged me before, and you won't in the future. Tonight we'll just drink and chat. "
An Yesun was about to say something, but he swallowed it back, as if a bone was stuck in his throat. He had no choice but to change his angle and said, "It's not that I want to fight for Menglin's injustice, it's just that the Hierarch has always been stingy with her recognition. Everybody has a vanity in their heart. She's worked hard for her life, so many lonely nights, yet she can only hide in her room and cry quietly. She's self-pitying, she doesn't even have someone to talk to. It's really unfair! "
"Wrong," Jiang Liechen said, "Only the fittest survive, only the fittest survive. Since she has the time to cry, why doesn't she know how to use this time to practice martial art? If her hard work is only to win a few words of superficial praise, then she doesn't know her position first. Serves her right to reap what she sows. "An Yesun said," Everybody has their own ambition, you can't use your standard to judge her … "
"You went to see her in prison," Jiang Liechen cut him off, "When she poured out her grievances to you, you couldn't bear it, could you?" An Yesun was emotionally moved. "Those words," he said, "Her voice was full of tears, even a man with a heart of stone would shed tears." With a cold laugh Jiang Liechen said, "She pretended. You're confused because you care about her, so you'll only be soft-hearted toward her. If we were in each other's shoes, if another person shed a few drops of tears toward you, do you think you'll feel uncomfortable? "
An Yesun's heart was uneasy, but with a spurt of energy he said, "A melon forcibly picked is not sweet. Forgive me for speaking bluntly, but you don't love Menglin. Letting her go won't be a loss to you. If you can help her escape with her life, I'm sure she'll be grateful. Won't that be much better than creating a pair of resentful lovers who appear to be in harmony but are actually at odds with each other, sleeping in the same bed and dreaming different dreams?"
"You're wrong," Jiang Liechen said, "She'll never know how to be grateful. Isn't your example enough?" An Yesun was speechless. "Her gratitude," he said, "Is it that important to you?" Jiang Liechen said, "Her entire being is not important to me, why would I care about some insincere thoughts? It's just, why should I do whatever she wants me to do? How do we calculate the relationship between ranks? But if she wants people to obey me, I won't obey them. What belongs to me, I won't let it go. Since it's rare for us to drink wine, talking about her will only spoil the mood. I'll say it again, you'll be confused if you care too much. You'd better go back early. "
The accumulated anger in An Yesun's heart gushed out, he could no longer restrain himself. He slapped the table and stood up, throwing everything on the table to the ground. Raising his fan, he reprimanded, "Jiang Liechen, don't play dumb with me. You know perfectly well why I'm here. Aren't you also on guard against me at every turn? You're speaking so eccentrically. Even if you're not tired, I'm tired of listening to you! What are you thinking? Why aren't you answering me? "
Jiang Liechen smiled faintly and said, "According to the usual practice, every time you say something too extreme, I have to wait for you to admit your mistake and apologize first. I have to persuade you not to take offense before I can continue talking." An Yesun was even more angry. He kicked over a stool and waved his folding fan sideways, chopping it into several pieces. "This time I won't admit my mistake," he said angrily, "I won't admit my mistake to you again! Don't you know that I've always hated you? No, I didn't use the right words. I hate you, I can't wait for you to die immediately! Today's battle will determine victory or defeat. If you win, I'll die. If I win, you'll die. Draw your sword! "
Jiang Liechen leaned back in his chair, his fingertips lightly tapping on the table. "I understand, Brother Yun. You're here to 'use peaceful means before resorting to force'." An Yesun sneered, "Weapons do need to be shown, but don't even think about 'peaceful means'. Haven't you heard of the saying, 'Those who come do not come with good intentions, those who come do not come with good intentions'?" Jiang Liechen said, "To know is to know, to be confused is to be confused, and to be perplexed is to be questioned. Now let me ask you, you've always been defeated by me. What are your chances of winning against me this time?" An Yesun hatefully said, "If you risk your life, you'll only die."
Jiang Liechen sighed. "In the end," he said, "You can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman. You and I are fundamentally different. You're not an ambitious schemer who wants to dominate the world, but more like an infatuated lover who yearns for a thatched cottage beyond the Great Wall, drinking a cup of green tea, standing aloof from worldly affairs. "An Yesun coldly said," I don't need you to interfere in my life. I really don't know the ambition of a swan. I'd rather be a pair of sparrows building a nest with mud in their mouths, or even two small fish in a dry pond helping each other in difficult times … "Jiang Liechen said," Therefore, I'm also supporting you. Don't you feel it? "
An Yesun clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked. "I hate your indifferent attitude," he said angrily, "Even if the sky falls down, are you going to cover it with a quilt? Today I'm going to fight you to the death. Quickly draw your sword! "
Little did he know that although on the surface Jiang Liechen acted as if nothing had happened, on the inside he was deeply grieved. He thought about how their friendship of many years was about to be destroyed in one day, it would be difficult to protect it. An Eventide's stubbornness for Menglin's sake was unshakable. He was so stubborn that even ten bulls wouldn't be able to pull him back. If he didn't fight this battle, he'd never give up. While pretending to be indifferent, he said, "Of course I can 'compare martial art' with you. Are you going to use a folding fan? Very well, in that case I won't use a sword. "An Yesun angrily said," Why? Don't tell me I'm not worthy for you to use a sword? "
Jiang Liechen said, "There are so many weapons in the world, there are so many different kinds, why must I use a sword? When one's internal energy is trained to a profound level, one blade of grass, one leaf of grass will be effective. There's no need to be overly rigid. " Listening to his boasting, An Yesun also felt that he was pretending to care about their old friendship, which was extremely hypocritical. But if he set too many rules in advance, it would be like an ordinary martial art competition. "Do as you like," he said, "I only want you to attack me with all your strength. If you still yield, you will only make me feel worse than death."
Jiang Liechen smiled and said, "You want me to treat you as an enemy? Fine, of course I'm willing to listen to you. But how can you expect me to agree to your request? To make the enemy feel worse than death, wouldn't that be a pleasure to the heart? "
An Yesun was so angry that he almost passed out. "Your eloquence," he angrily said, "Save it for the King of Hell!" As he waved his folding fan, it turned into a sheet of silver light. His powerful internal energy drove the surrounding air, which also seemed to have a tangible form, following the path of his folding fan, from the top of his head to the neck, from the neck to the shoulder, from the shoulder to the side, weaving a net of light, completely enveloping Jiang Liechen's upper body. Everywhere inside the net was dangerous, with layers upon layers of murderous intent, but Jiang Liechen did not move an inch. He was using the same principle to deal with the myriad of changes. The corners of his clothes also did not flutter, as if he was sitting still.
An Yesun shouted, "Why don't you fight back? Don't think that I will let you off easily! "Jiang Liechen said," If you have a move, then you don't have a move. If you don't have a move, then it's better than having a move. "" What move? "An Yesun angrily asked. The end of the fan swiftly stabbed toward his face. Just as it was about to touch his face, he suddenly felt a gentle elastic force, shaking his head and causing his head to deviate slightly. The entire end of the fan sank into the back of the chair, leaving only the handle in his hand. When he tried to pull it out, the fan was stuck and he could not pull it back. By this time his entire arm was already in front of Jiang Liechen's face. "Not good!" he cried inwardly. His other palm struck the ground, and borrowing the rebounding force, he pulled out the folding fan and leaped a large distance away, spreading the fan horizontally in front of his body. He waited for a while, but no secret projectiles were shot toward him. Even though he had gained an advantage, he was even more angry. "You let me win!" He shouted, "Just now you clearly could have easily chopped off my arm, why didn't you chop it off?"
Jiang Liechen said, "You want to give me the 'Crippled Evil Star' title?" An Yesun clenched his teeth and said, "I'll just take it that this arm is gone, I won't use it anymore." While saying that, he put his left arm behind his back and said, "I won't stop until I die. Continue!" This time he changed his tactic; he no longer closed in on Jiang Liechen. Using the end of the fan, he condensed sword energy to attack Jiang Liechen. This was his specialty, he was able to move freely. Jiang Liechen bent three of his fingers, his index finger and middle finger pressed together. His internal energy rose from his' dan tian ', circulating through his acupoints and meridians until it reached the end of his arm, and then shot out from his fingertips. An Yesun's sword energy collided in midair, but he only neutralized the energy, he did not counterattack. Even the aftermath of the collision was not controlled.
An Yesun said, "Just now when I raised my hand, there was a gap under my ribs. Why didn't you attack? The way I evaded your attack, the left side is the biggest gap. Are you blind? "
Jiang Liechen laughed in spite of himself. "Haven't I learned martial arts?" He said, "Do I need to trouble you to give me advice?"
Several more rounds passed. Although both sides were evenly matched, Jiang Liechen only defended and did not attack. He still left a lot of leeway. An Yesun suddenly sent out a burst of energy from the fan's head. His left palm pressed down on the fan's handle, sending out a second wave of palm energy. This wave was obviously stronger than the first. The two waves of energy formed a double barrier. Jiang Liechen's two fingers drew a semicircle, blocking the front wave of energy. Using the stance 'Shifting Flowers to Replacing Trees', he borrowed the back wave of energy and deflected it back. An Yesun was startled and lost his grip on the fan. The fan flew out of his hand and flew into the air.
Although Jiang Liechen had lost his weapon, he was still a veteran of hundreds of battles. In the face of danger, he did not panic. With a kick of his feet, he somersaulted in the air and hid under a round wooden table by the door. His fan fell down and nailed itself to the corner of the table in front of Jiang Liechen. An Yesun did not wait for Jiang Liechen to 'hit him while he was down'. He got angry again and flipped the table over. "Right now I am unarmed and defenseless," he said angrily. "Why don't you take advantage of your victory and attack me?"
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