Asura Way [Sheep and Foil Three]

Final Chapter. Counting Peaks and Greens on the River

The torrential rain in early summer has just passed, the Yangtze River is thick and thick, the forests on the walls of the gorge are sparse, and there are occasional sounds of apes in the empty valley, and there is no end to it.The wharf along the river is noisy with people, merchants, wanderers, migrants and poets from all walks of life come and go, like floating clouds and flowing water, gathering and dispersing without a trace.

Tea shops and taverns are full of travelers in twos and threes, exchanging knowledge from all over the world.The storyteller in front of the hall held a ruler in his hand and vividly told the anecdotes of the world that ordinary people were curious about and yearned for.

"Let's talk about the battle in Evilman's Valley, the martial arts in the Central Plains suffered heavy losses. All major sects sent elite disciples one after another to form the Haoqi League, which suppressed the momentum of Evilren's Valley."

"How rampant the villains were back then—'Zhenyu Gongzi' Qu Qingshang, who used poison to make him appear like a ghost. Once, Zhenyu Gongzi went to the Chunxiao Building in Pingkangfang. There were more than 200 people in the building, and no one survived overnight. !"

"Afterwards in the battle of Evilman's Valley, the son of the evil feather ran into the hand of the hero Yun Suifeng. Hero Yun is a pure Yang disciple. Go out, take the head of Master Zhenyu from among the thousands of troops, and shock the enemy!"

"Unexpectedly, after that battle, Master Yun suddenly withdrew his sword. After a year of retreat in Huashan, he left Chunyang and began to travel around the world. His sword has never been unsheathed again."

"Hero Yun has instructed several apprentices, but no one has seen him draw his sword. Rumor has it that his sword has sealed the spirit of the Wicked Man Valley battle!"

"——It's all legends, who knows? Later, the martial arts righteousness formed the Haoqi League, and wanted to invite Master Yun to come out of the mountain, but Master Yun has made up his mind to go, and doesn't care about the right and wrong of the world."

There was a person sitting at the table in the corner, wearing plain white clothes, wearing a rain hat, and carrying a long sword on his shoulder, wrapped in cloth.He silently drank the weak tea in his hand, put down a few copper plates on the damp wooden table, picked up the bundle at hand, and stood up.

The people in the tavern are still immersed in the happy rivers and lakes described by the storyteller.

The wharf is bustling with traffickers and footmen carrying goods and travelers with luggage, and there are passenger ships parked on the riverside, and the boatmen are shouting to solicit business.Yun Suifeng strolled onto the trestle bridge, and suddenly heard someone behind him calling urgently: "Senior! Senior, please stay!"

Yun Suifeng stopped and looked sideways.

A young man in coarse cloth with a long sword on his back squeezed his way through the crowd and ran towards him.

The young man stopped in front of him, supported his knees to take a few breaths, then straightened his body, and said with a bright face: "Senior, is Yun Sui Fengyun a hero?"

"The word 'hero' is shameless."

The boy's eyes lit up immediately, and his voice couldn't hide his excitement: "It's really Hero Yun! He has been famous for a long time!"

Yun Suifeng responded indifferently: "Yun has traveled around for many years and has not made any achievements, so don't call him a 'hero'."

"Do you want to take this boat, senior? What a coincidence, I'm planning to go to Qutang Gorge. I heard that water thieves are a disaster there. If I go here, I will do justice for the heavens!"

When the young man was talking about his grand plans and ambitions, his face was full of glory, Yun Suifeng suddenly felt a little dazed, and asked, "You... how old are you this year?"

"fourteen!"

It was when he was young and heroic that he had too many visions and too generous pride.Entering the rivers and lakes for the first time, with the edges and corners unwilling to be smoothed out, eager to punish rape and eradicate evil, life is full of countless simple possibilities.

If Ah Lin was still there, would he have become the hero of the rivers and lakes that he dreamed of when he was a teenager?

"Senior's martial arts are outstanding, and I'm not good enough. I hope to have the opportunity to learn senior's swordsmanship!" The young man was still immersed in joy, bouncing around beside Yun Suifeng, and boarded the passenger ship together.

The wind on the river is clear and the water is calm, and the cloud walks out of the noisy cabin with the wind, and comes to the deck to watch the rapidly retreating scenery around.The green hills on both sides of the strait are emerald, and the sound of apes.The young man also ran out without leaving, leaned on the side of the boat, took a deep breath of the fragrance after the rain, and happily chattered endlessly: "Where did you come from before?"

"Black Dragon Swamp."

"I heard that the forest there is full of miasma, is it true?"

"There are quite a few."

"Senior is amazing! When I improve my inner strength, I will go there to explore!"

"There are so many types of miasma, it's impossible to guard against. On the contrary, the local residents—they don't know martial arts at all, but they have thousands of folk remedies to deal with various miasmas and poisons."

"It's really interesting! By the way, can Miao people really know how to make Gu?"

"A little knowledge."

"Isn't that very dangerous? If someone uses it to harm Wulin..."

"Where Gu harms people, there are also people who save people. You can't generalize. Skill is a tool, isn't it the same for the sword in your hand?"

The young man nodded ignorantly, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the long and narrow package behind the swordsman in white.

The cloth wrapped around the long sword was old and tidy, tied with a string, it seemed that it hadn't been opened for a long time.

——Since the first battle in the Valley of the Wicked, Daxia Yun has never drawn his sword.

There are different opinions about the secret, and the young man is curious, but he dare not open his mouth to ask.

"Where is the senior planning to go?"

"Pure Yang."

"Senior wants to go back to Chunyang?" The young man was surprised when he heard the words, because Daxia Yun rarely returns to his master's school, and Chunyang Palace has never mentioned this person for many years.

"Send the old man back." Yun Suifeng looked at the vast river calmly, only with a slight sigh in his tone.

Only then did the young man notice the bundle that Yun Suifeng was holding tightly in his hands all the time. The dark blue cloth seemed to be wrapped in two jar-shaped things.

"Old man? Could it be—" the young man blurted out, then reacted, shut his mouth quickly, and looked at Jiang An with wandering eyes.

He traveled from the north, passed by Mawei Posthouse, and heard legends about Hero Yun - at that time, the righteous way of the Central Plains conspired to encircle and suppress the Valley of the Wicked, Yun Suifeng was a rookie in the martial arts, and Qu Qingshang, the son of Qinyu, hijacked him with poison. The important combat power of the righteous coalition forces.Yun Suifeng's fellow martial uncle and junior tried to rescue him in Mawei post, but they were brutally murdered by Mr. Zhenyu. Both died in foreign lands, and their bones were hard to find.Later, Daxia Yun killed Qu Qingshang in one fell swoop in the Valley of the Evil, and Fang avenged his fellow disciples.

However, there is a completely different version of this story circulating in Fufeng County.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Yun Suifeng sighed and said, "If you want to ask anything, just ask."

The young man said hesitantly: "Is the old friend of the senior...supposed by that Qu Qing...?"

"No." Yun Suifeng shook his head with a calm expression.

"Huh? Then, that's..."

"how?"

"I, I'm in Fufeng County, and I've heard about Senior Yun..."

The story of Fufeng County is different from the legends of heroes that people are familiar with. According to the narrations of the townspeople, it was not Mr. Zhenyu who killed Yun Suifeng, but the Shence Army who was an ally of Chunyang. He fell into the hands of the Shence Army and was sentenced to beheaded for public display.However, on that cloudy afternoon, Yun Suifeng broke into the execution ground alone with one sword and one man, and rescued the villain Qu Qingshang who everyone wanted to kill quickly.

Why do two people who are originally opposites of good and evil appear in such a story?

"Then, isn't that true...?" The young man was confused and curious, but he didn't know how to express himself, and ended up hesitating and incoherent.

"it is true."

"Ah...ah?" The young man was still in disbelief, and cautiously asked, "Senior, senior, is there any difficulty in this?"

The swordsman in white shook his head: "The so-called difficulties are just excuses. Everything we do is our own choice."

Seeing that the young man was still confused, Yun Suifeng smiled faintly: "The world is not a game of chess, and people are not chess pieces—there are thousands of people in the world, and it can't be explained clearly by a sentence of good and evil."

The mountain walls are green and green, the river is rushing, and the dead are like this.

The passenger ship sailed smoothly and arrived at Qutang Gorge at dusk.The wharf of Jiangliuji was full of busy figures, and the exhaustion of boats and cars for most of the day did not dampen the interest of the young man. He stretched his arms, turned around, and his young face was reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, with a bright smile on his face.

"I have benefited a lot from talking with my seniors today. I will definitely find my own path and become a hero of my generation!"

After speaking, he waved his hand happily and jumped off the bow with lightness kung fu.

When Fang stepped onto the pier, the boy suddenly felt a breeze blowing behind him, and Yun Suifeng said in a voice, "Let's go together."

"Really?!" The young man said pleasantly, "With seniors around, mere water thieves are certainly no problem!"

Yun Suifeng didn't answer, but shook his head with a bit of a smile.

As the young man said, Qutang Gorge is exactly where the Twelve Links is located, with mountains and rivers stretching for tens of miles on both sides, supporting countless water thieves and bandits.

How many bloody quacks are eager to become famous here.

How many young people who are not deeply involved in the world are buried prematurely in this place of tigers and wolves before they can realize their bold words.

Yun Suifeng followed behind the bouncing figure, slowly raised his hand, and touched the long and narrow package behind him.

The long sword that has been dusty for a long time is still quiet and calm.

Hero Yun's sword never comes out of its sheath, which has aroused speculation among the world. Some people say that there are evil spirits hidden in the sword, while others say that Hero Yun is tired of killing, so he sealed the sword and retired.

Only he himself knows that what is sealed in the sheath together with the sword edge is nothing but the blood of a person who has dried up for many years.

For the rest of his life, he will walk among the mountains and rivers, read all the good and evil in the world of mortals, with compassion in his heart, and bear Shura on his back.

eventually