At the foot of Cuiyun Peak and by the Green Water Lake, Ziqin finally caught up with Yan Shisan.

He didn't know why he had to catch up with Yan Shisan, but he still rushed up to tell Yan Shisan of his existence.

Yan Shisan was also extremely surprised when he first saw Ziqin.

He looked at Ziqin quietly for a long time, suddenly startled, and then looked at him for a long time, with a trace of shock and admiration in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be a swordsman prodigy."

Yan Shisan's voice was extremely emotional, but beside him, Crow Crow looked at Ziqin silently, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

As if noticing the crow's disdain, Yan Shisan suddenly turned his head and smiled at the crow.

"You know, it only took one sword strike for me to defeat him, and it would probably be about the same for you to defeat him."

Yan Shisan said this very calmly, but Crow was horrified.

He is a swordsman, the best swordsman in the world. Although he has never fought against Zi Qin, Crow Crow is sure that he can never defeat Zi Qin with one sword. Not only he cannot defeat him, but Yan Shisan cannot defeat him either.

Because Ziqin's energy and energy seemed to be solidified into a ball. If any swordsman could solidify his energy and spirit into a ball, his swordsmanship would definitely be good, at least not as good as Crow Crow and Yan Shisan.

Difference.

"There are really such people in this world who can break through after failure."

Crow murmured, but the look he looked at Ziqin had changed from disdain to admiration.

There are not many people in this world who can stand up after failure, and there are even fewer people who can stand up after failure and achieve breakthroughs. People like Ziqin who break through immediately after failure are rare.

Such a person, even though his swordsmanship is not as good as that of Yan Shisan and Wu Wu, can definitely gain the approval of both of them.

And the most direct expression of recognition between men is often wine.,

So Yan Shisan, Crow Crow, and Ziqin were already sitting in a tavern. The name of the tavern was Xinghua Village.

The clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms. Although the wine in Xinghua Village is not brewed with apricot blossoms, it is still a very fine wine. However, after just two sips, Ziqin discovered that he had done something wrong.

Big mistake.

Cao Bing was not good at drinking. After two sips of wine, Ziqin's head began to feel dizzy.

Anyone who has drunk alcohol knows this feeling well. Your head is obviously still clear and you can still think, but your head already feels heavy, your hands and feet have begun to feel numb, and you can't even feel the ground when you walk.

This is the situation Ziqin is in now.

Fortunately, he still has two new friends, Yan Shisan and Crow.

The two men were holding Ziqin on one side, and next to them was the lake, Green Water Lake.

Clipper, shopkeeper, this boat is very ordinary, but the shopkeeper is anything but ordinary. Ziqin actually noticed the shopkeeper at the beginning. In fact, if he hadn't been thinking about Xie Wangsun, I'm afraid the first thing Ziqin would have seen was

This shopkeeper.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the shopkeeper was still talking to Yan Shisan, but Ziqin's head was already blurry.

The clipper docked, and Ziqin was helped ashore by Yan Shisan and Crow Crow. The shopkeeper had already gone away, but there was another person here to greet them. This person was naturally Xie Wangsun.

Xie Wangsun was indeed a very kind old man, even kinder than what was written in the original book. When he saw Zi Qin being drunk, the old man's first reaction was to come over and help Zi Qin.

No one would have thought that this old man who was supporting a drunkard was actually the current owner of the most prestigious Excalibur Villa in the world.

The old man's hand was very warm, but when the old man's hand supported Zi Qin, Zi Qin's eyes that were so drunk that they could hardly open their eyes suddenly showed a hint of sobriety.

"Very clean hands."

Ziqin looked at Xie Wangsun's hand with drunken eyes.

These are indeed a pair of very clean hands. Xie Wangsun is already past middle age, and his temples have turned gray, but his hands are still white and clean, and the nails on all ten fingers are neatly trimmed.

Even a girl who is twenty years old may not have such clean hands.

"You see that your hands are clean just because your eyes are clean. If another person looks at them, they are just a pair of old people's hands."

Xie Wangsun smiled. His smile was very gentle and looked like the smile of an old man who had no worries.

Ziqin thought of his first life, and thought of the old people doing Tai Chi and doing morning exercise in the park every morning. Aren't those people's smiles the same as Xie Wangsun's smile at this time?

But, how could such an old man be the same as those old men?

"You know, I came here not to see anyone, but to see a sword."

Ziqin continued to speak. His eyes seemed to be completely awake, but he seemed to be even more drunk. Both Yan Shisan and Crow Crow could feel Ziqin's body trembling.

People with hangovers often feel a little uncomfortable when they wake up, and trembling is just the least of them.

Yan Shisan and Wu Wu didn't pay attention to Ziqin's words, nor did they care about Ziqin's abnormality. However, Xie Wangsun was slightly stunned. His hand holding Ziqin seemed to stiffen suddenly.

Just for a moment, and then the old man laughed again.

His hand was still supporting Ziqin.

"Everyone who comes here wants to see that sword, and no one will be disappointed. Although the sword belongs to the Xie family, the Xie family will not prevent fellow Jianghu people from viewing the sword."

Xie Wangsun's smile remained humble.

Ziqin was silent. Among the Xie family's descendants, from two hundred years ago to the present, how could anyone really not bear the burden of being the number one sword in the world? Could it be that Xie Wangsun was an exception?

This old man looks just like the old people doing Tai Chi in the park, but is he really the same?

The old man's martial arts skills were certainly not bad, but Ziqin never felt a breath from him. The old man looked like a mere mortal, but he had become one with his surroundings.

Before coming, Ziqin wanted to see this old man countless times. However, after seeing this old man, Ziqin knew that it actually made no difference whether he saw him or not.

This old man is really no longer on the same level as him.

Following the path is an ancient mansion, and inside the mansion there are halls and several large houses built in a scattered manner.

Ziqin was supported by Yan Shisan and Wu Wu and followed the old man into the big room next to the hall. This was an ancestral hall with countless tablets placed here.

Ziqin's eyes had already seen a huge square covered with cloth in the center of the room, and a sword stand also covered with cloth in front of the square.

These are naturally the Xie family's magic sword and the coffin of Mr. Xie.

Ziqin already knew what Xie Wangsun was going to say next, and also knew Yan Shisan's reaction. Ziqin didn't have much interest in this anymore, he just stood aside quietly.

Watching this farce performance as if watching a play.

However, just when the old man revealed the final farce, Ziqin suddenly felt the fluctuation of Yan Shisan's aura, which was a very strange fluctuation.

Ziqin could not explain what this fluctuation was, but Ziqin knew that Yan Shisan at this time was no longer the Yan Shisan before.

Ziqin couldn't describe Yan Shisan at this time, but he vaguely felt that he had grasped something.

At this time, Ziqin suddenly saw Yan Shisan's hand, his right hand. At this time, his right hand was hanging on his waist. Ziqin had a good memory. He remembered that Yan Shisan's right hand would never leave the hilt of his sword.

of.

At this time, Yan Shisan's right hand had already left the hilt of his sword.

Ziqin felt like there were countless thunders in his heart. He knew exactly where Yan Shisan was starting to be different. He had already put down his sword.

Perhaps a second ago Yan Shisan was still a stickler for moves, but from this second Yan Shisan had taken two steps in a row and put down his sword.

This may not be the kind of letting go of Xie Sanshao, nor is it the kind of letting go of Xie Wangsun, but Yan Shisan still let go in the end.

Ziqin looked at his hand. He had thought about letting it go, but in the end he never put it down. That day in the woods, when Mr. Xie showed up, his first reaction was still to hold the sword.

If a swordsman wants to put down his sword, the first thing he may have to put down is life and death.

Ziqin was far from this point, but now, Yan Shisan had already given up, and he had given up with just one word from Xie Wangsun.

Suddenly, Ziqin smiled bitterly. He had tried so hard, but it was useless, while Yan Shisan had done nothing but had given up.

After all, he was neither Yan Shisan nor Xie Sanshao, so he couldn't let go.

Ziqin suddenly pulled out the wooden sword from his waist, and then broke the wooden sword with both hands.

Yan Shisan and Crow Crow looked over.

"Wooden swords cannot kill people, and naturally they cannot protect themselves."

Ziqin laughed, and his smile was extremely gentle. He was no longer as aggressive as when he was talking to Wangsun Xie before. He had figured it out and understood that he was not Yan Shisan, Wangsun Xie, or Third Young Master Xie.

Even, he is not Cao Bing, he has his own way, a unique way, and he should not pursue other people's paths.

The sword was taken out by Zi Qin again. Naturally, the sword would not rust due to not being used for this period of time. However, when Zi Qin held the sword again, everyone could feel the sword making a slight noise.

Shock.

This sword actually seemed to be screaming.

Xie Wangsun's eyes finally showed surprise for the first time. He looked at Ziqin and the sword. Suddenly, his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he wanted to hold the magic sword next to him.

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"I, it's time to leave."

Ziqin suddenly laughed, and his smile seemed to light up the ancestral hall.

Yan Shisan's letting go can no longer cover Ziqin's light. Perhaps, at this time, Yan Shisan has no more light. The moment the news of Xie Sanshao's death was revealed by Xie Wangsun, Yan Shisan's heart had already died.

Third Master Xie is strong not only in his swordsmanship, but also in his reputation. Everyone seems to think that losing to him is a right thing, but winning against him is a kind of blasphemy and an offense.

"Where are you going? Maybe we can get together."
To be continued...