【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Chapter 69 Xue Yang's Reincarnation

The fact that a hundred monks joined forces in the Suiyun Snow Mountain to wipe out Shi Wusheng was a sensation in the first year, it became a pastime in the second year, and it was occasionally mentioned in the third year... More than ten years later, few people mentioned it.

Things in the world ebb and flow, come and go, strange people and things emerge in endlessly, people's attention span is very short, and even the stories of storytellers must be constantly updated to be heard.

In the Taoist sect, the one who has been discussing recently is a mysterious boy who was born out of nowhere.

I don't know when this young man started to like to steal swords. At first, he may only steal swords from unknown people, so no one knows. Later, more and more people have been stolen by him. ".

Before stealing the sword, the owner will usually receive a letter of war warning, such as: "Within three days, borrow the sword and use it."

The master who received the warning dismissed it: I will never leave my sword for three days, it depends on you.

Three days later, the sword was lost.

There was a new note, flamboyant and phoenix handwriting, scrawled and illegible, written: "Look at the pawn shop."

It turned out that the young man who stole the sword never took the stolen sword as his own. When he had played enough, he threw it to the Xuanmen pawnshop closest to the place where he threw the sword.

People in Taoism advocate the way of swordsmanship, and losing the sword is a big deal.The owner went to the pawn shop angrily, and found that his sword was there. He accused the boss of collaborating with the thieves. The boss yelled that the sword appeared in the shop suddenly, and there was no sign of any thieves. He lost it in the shop. The two newly arrived good swords also lost the silver temporarily stored in the cabinet.

Of course, within a few days, the sword lost in the store returned.

But the lost silver did not come back.

Fortunately, compared to the Immortal Sword, the lost money is nothing worth mentioning, and the shopkeeper didn't bother to pursue it.The trouble is that people always come to his shop to look for the sword. Sometimes if they can find it, it is stolen by the sword thief boy. If they can't find it, then they lost it for other reasons.

Young people are very particular about stealing swords and throwing them again, without exception.Over time, people in Taoism regard it as an interesting challenge. If anyone can receive the warning and hold on to the sword, he will become famous in one fell swoop. If his sword has not been stolen, he will secretly feel lost, thinking that his sword is not Such a good sword, the young man who steals the sword doesn't like it.

Another two years passed, and the swords of the masters of the major families of Xianmen were all stolen, and the sword-stealing boy became even more famous, but no one knew what he looked like, because he came and went without a trace no matter whether he stole the sword or threw it. Tracking, wandering around, unpredictable.

Every boy who walks on the street may or may not be him.

Occasionally, the owner saw a figure from the back, said to be dressed in black, with a pleasing figure, and a high ponytail, giving people a vague image to think about.

People have stumbled, horses have stumbled, people have waited for a long time, finally there is a boy's defeat in the rivers and lakes, he was defeated by the world's first-class swordsman - Song Zichen.

Song Zichen is also a strange person. He has a unique physique, recovers from injuries, and has no spiritual power. With just his superb sword skills, he can conquer the world and rival monks with profound spiritual power.The Baixue Pavilion he founded is famous all over the world for teaching swordsmanship.

His own sword is called Fuxue, which is fierce and invincible. In addition, everyone knows that he also has another famous sword in his collection called "Shuanghua".

People said that it was the sword of Song Zongshi's best friend. When the best friend passed away, Song Zongshi believed that the best friend would need this sword when he returned from reincarnation, so he kept Shuanghua carefully, from youth to middle age.

The rumors came from the disciples in Baixue Pavilion.One day, Song Zongshi was doing a demonstration, when an arrow was shot from the courtyard, he caught it lightly and skillfully, and found a note on it, saying: "Take a look at Shuanghua, and come to pick it up soon."

Looking at it through the light, there is a faint pattern of frost on the paper, which is the unique use of the sword thief boy.

Half a month passed, and a whole month passed, and the disciples swept and cleaned, and they could still see Shuanghua lined up in the center of the hidden sword pavilion, which had not been lost for a day.

The disciples were in an uproar, the reputation of Baixue Pavilion was icing on the cake, and there were countless young people who came here to learn sword skills.

The youth who stole the sword lost his hand, and people in the Xuanmen love to talk about it.Only Song Zichen understood that the young man could have missed, even if he was defeated, he was not actually defeated by him.

That day, he heard tiny movements in the hidden sword pavilion. He could hear people floating across the roof as light as a swallow. If it wasn't for his amazing hearing and preparedness, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

He is also somewhat curious about the legendary sword stealing boy.Song Zichen was lurking in the dark, and when he heard the movement, he immediately appeared in the hidden sword pavilion.

The door of the pavilion was wide open, and a young man in black stood inside, staring blankly at Shuanghua, as if he had completely forgotten his purpose of coming here.

Song Zichen quietly blocked the escape route, and said from behind the young man, "That's Shuanghua, take it if you have the ability."

The young man woke up like a dream, he didn't turn his head immediately, but covered his eyes with a black cloth strip in his hand, and turned around neatly.

Song Zichen's voice froze: "It's you!"

"Huh? It's me!" The young man's voice was brisk, his tone jumpy, and he stepped back with a smile, getting closer and closer to Shuanghua, "I said I would come to get the sword, and I will definitely come."

Song Zichen snorted coldly: "This sword doesn't belong to you." Fuxue drew out the sheath and stabbed the young man straight. Now, don't fight him head-on.

The two of them chased and beat for a while, but nothing in the room was knocked over, because both of them are dexterous in stature and can retract and release freely.Although Song Zichen's sword skills are superior to the boy's, but if he wanted to capture him immediately, he couldn't. What's more, the boy was erratic and dodged all the time.

Seeing that Song Zichen took the bait and caught up with Xingtou, the young man secretly made a trick, using illusion to leave a shadow in front of Song Zichen for him to chase, while his real body looked for the gap to get the silver sword on the rack.

He sees with his mind, that's his talent.The mind can see more than the eyes can.For example, at this moment, he saw the spiritual flow in Shuanghua's body, soft and pure, like a pure soul.Just when his fingertips were about to touch the blade, his mind fluttered for some reason. Not only could he not maintain the illusion, but his figure was also slightly sluggish. What kind of master is Song Zichen?With just such a negligence, the boy was captured, Fuxue's long sword was placed around his neck, and the black blindfold was torn off.

The young man was extremely annoyed, this situation had never happened before.Even so, his attention was still not on Song Zichen, the vitals of his neck were exposed to the long sword, and he was still staring at the radiant sword on the shelf.

"Aside from stealing swords, have you done other evil things?" Song Zichen asked condescendingly as he pushed the boy down onto a chair with a blow of snow.

Reluctantly, the young man looked away from the Shuanghua sword: "What evil?"

Song Zichen listed them one by one: "Murder, set fire, goug out eyes, cut out tongues, rape, kidnap..."

"Stop!!!" The boy yelled to stop, "What are these things, I have never done them!"

Song Zichen looked at the young man with a gloomy face for a long time, then withdrew the sword in his hand: "If you dare to approach my Baixue Pavilion in the future, or dare to do those evil things, I will never forgive you! Get out!"

The world's number one sword master turned his back, and stood in front of Shuanghua like a statue with his hands behind his back. The young man knew that the purpose of stealing the sword would not be achieved this time, so he walked to the door in a low mood, turning his head three times at a step.

He sincerely begged: "That sword, lend me a day! Just one day!"

Song Zichen's attitude was as firm as a rock: "It won't work even for half a day."

"I don't take it away, just watch it here?"

"Delusional."

The young man's anger turned into arrogance: "Let me tell you, this Shuanghua will be mine sooner or later!"

"Go away now?!"

"...Damn stinky Taoist priest!"

Song Zichen turned around angrily, but the boy was gone.

The night was lonely, no one was around, the young man was walking alone on the street, kicking stones under his feet, cursing non-stop, and suddenly stopped cursing.

"Strange, Song is not a Taoist priest, why should I call him a stinky Taoist priest?"

However, he quickly forgot about this question, and his mind was full of that silver sword.

Shuanghua.

A good sword, but not only that.

When the teenager saw it for the first time, it was like lightning hitting the depths of his soul, and something invisible but existing was illuminated.He wanted to own that sword, and he even suddenly realized that he was obsessed with weapons and stole swords everywhere just to find this Shuanghua.

There has never been any news of the sword-stealing youth committing crimes, because stealing other swords is boring.

Half a year later, the boy secretly visited Baixue Pavilion again, this time there was no warning, it was not a game, he was determined to get Shuanghua.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and he climbed over the wall to enter the hospital. He was more careful than last time. The hidden sword pavilion had many traps, so he easily entered.

However, Shuanghua disappeared.Where Shuanghua was originally placed, there was only an empty shelf, which was pushed to the ground unwillingly by the young man.

Song Zichen was woken up in the middle of the night, and rushed to the Cangjian Pavilion, only to find that the room was turned into a mess, and the boy in black sat on the table with his legs crossed and his chest crossed, and asked bluntly, "Where is Shuanghua?"

His posture and attitude are like a master throwing a sword, and he comes forward to ask for it with confidence.

Song Zichen was furious, and he drew his sword without saying a word. This time, the young man was not disturbed by anything, and he was unable to fight, and managed to escape.

However, that sword was haunted by the boy's soul.After many inquiries, he found out that he was given away. As for who, Song Zichen deliberately concealed it, which became a mystery.

The young man was angry: "What's so great, I can make one myself!"

He also has another craft: sword casting.

No one knew that in Lanling City, there was a small magic weapon shop, which was opened by the sword thief boy.He naturally loves to tinker with these things, raw iron spirit stones, crystal jade and strange mines, in his hands, can make the best use of them and turn them into another exquisite appearance.

The boy drew Shuanghua's blueprint based on his impression, and found the records of the famous sword sword manual to supplement and perfect it.After starting to forge the sword, he found that these were superfluous. The length and thickness of Shuanghua, as well as the slightest lines, were all engraved in his mind, as if he had made and owned Shuanghua before.

Form making, smelting, casting, the sword took shape.

He sat among the broken iron on the floor, carved exquisite frost flowers on the hilt of his sword, and was so focused on breaking away from reality that in a trance, the fine iron in his hand turned into peach wood, and the wooden sword was half formed. He was standing beside a secluded ancient road somewhere. There was a figure in white beside Ye Pudi, with a book spread out on his lap, but his attention was completely focused on him, as if he had finished telling a story, the young Taoist priest said with a clear and gentle voice: "The road in the world is originally It’s hard to go, if someone is willing to go hand in hand, it’s really lucky..."

Frost flowers and silver light flashed, and the young man looked around. He was still forging a sword in a room full of broken iron, and there was no Taoist priest who smiled and listened to his story.

The author has something to say: The corresponding memories are in Chapter 23: The story of Xue Yang giving Xiao Xingchen Jiang Wangen