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Volume 1 Chapter 33 Wu Sha

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    Chapter 33: Enlightenment

    "Twelve." Song Yuhua ate very gracefully and very little. He ate a chicken wing in his hand, got up and went to the stream, washing his hands, and called softly.

    "What's the matter?" Twelve looked back at the bonfire and turned his head in shock, with a confused look on his face.

    "It's nothing, I just want to ask you, why are you here?" The eldest lady of the Song family lowered her head and washed her hands, giving only Twelve and Zhenzhen a beautiful back view.

    "Escape for your life." The sword master threw the hare's leg bone on the ground and tore off a chicken leg, the sword master replied casually.

    Song Yuhua, who had washed his hands, looked at the boy who was confused and biting the chicken leg, shook his head, and returned to the campfire helplessly.  "Zhenzhen, do you know his name?"

    "Young master?" After hearing Song Yuhua's question, Zhenzhen hurriedly swallowed the food in her mouth, with a look of astonishment on her face, "Sword Lord, Sword Lord has twelve hatreds."

    "Haha, silly girl, what's this name? Don't you think it's weird?" Seeing the confused look on the little maid's face, the eldest lady couldn't help laughing.

    "It seems, it is indeed strange. But the young master has never said his name." After hearing what the eldest lady said, the little maid also came back to her senses, turned her head and looked at her young master who was devouring the food strangely, and said with some hesitation.

    "What's weird?" Sword Lord naturally listened to what the two said, and was very disapproving of their fuss. He chewed the meat in his mouth and muttered vaguely without raising his head.

    "It's not strange to give them a name, but it's very strange to give them names." After more than ten days of getting along, the three of them have become familiar with each other, and their words are less formal and more casual.  Seeing the young man's nonchalant look, the eldest lady of the Song family was quite dissatisfied.

    "It's weird, just be weird. I just like it." Throwing down the bones in his hands, the young man shrugged nonchalantly and went straight to the stream to wash his hands.

    "You can't just call Sword Lord Twelve Hate from the beginning, right?" Song Yuhua was a little confused about the young man's attitude, but he never believed that this young man had been called such a strange name since he was a child. "Before you took this name, you  what is it call?"

    "When I was one year old, I was called Luo Zishang. How about it? Is this a good name?" After washing his hands, Jianjun also returned to the campfire. He hugged his knees and watched the little maid chew her food carefully. It had a unique flavor, but her mouth was full of randomness.  Perfunctory.

    "Luo Zishang? It's indeed a good name!" The name that came out of her mouth made Song Yuhua believe it, but the young man's casual attitude made her doubtful, "Why don't you use it?"

    "I changed my name when I was two years old." Seeing the little maid blushing under his eyes, the young man was very interested, and he talked nonsense, but his eyes became more serious.  In this wild mountain forest, facing two flower-like girls, the relaxed male lead had unconsciously forgotten to put on that sanctimonious look.

    "Change it to what?" Seeing the little maid being so embarrassed under the hateful young man's gaze that she even forgot to swallow the food in her mouth, the eldest lady snorted coldly.

    "Lin Wushuang." Seeing the little maid hurriedly jumped up and ran to the stream at the eldest lady's cold snort, the sword master looked regretful and casually said the name of a thunderbolt character.

    "Really?!" Realizing that the boy was talking nonsense, the eldest lady's voice also turned cold, "Then what other names have you been called?"

    "It's quite a lot." He took the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword and the four-foot steel ruler and put them on his knees. The sword master chuckled, "When I was three years old, I was called Yan Guiren. When I was four years old, I was called Deng Jiuwu.  When I was six years old, I was called Wo Jiangzi, and when I was six years old, I was called Feng Zhihen"

    Suddenly, the boy¡¯s smiling face froze and his eyes became blank!

    "Young Master!" Zhenzhen, who came back, looked at the stunned expression of the young master who was still talking and laughing just now, and was puzzled. She was about to step forward to check, but was stopped by Song Yuhua.

    "The Trace of the Wind!" When he said this name, Jian Jun's heart was like thunder, and the little inspiration he had been thinking about for a long time but to no avail shone brightly.  He finally understood what the wonderful feeling was after clearing Zhenzhen's meridians that day, and what it was like when he was swinging his sword and dancing wildly.

    "The Trace of Wind, the calmness of pleasure in the extreme speed; the Demon Sword, the wild madness in the heaviness!" The sword master felt that his eyes suddenly became clear, and the problem that troubled him about the past was finally understood.  The calmness of concentration under the annoying restraint without the extreme caution when dredging the meridians for Zhenzhen, the smooth flow of the sword energy without the shackles, the wildness of the long sword dancing with abandon, on the big ship  While quietly watching the river, the speed of the wind blowing around my hair hit my mind one by one.

    He casually inserted the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword into its scabbard on the ground. The sword master's eyes returned to clarity and he jumped up. A piece of silver light flashed between his fingers. Suddenly, the sword master let out a clear whistle and the silver light converged.  A thin line of silver stretched across ten feet, with a loud sound, and nearly half of it was submerged in a large tree.?Among them!

    The martial arts of the world, none of them, but not broken.  This sentence of the male lead has been seen in countless novels and movies.  When I was practicing swordsmanship, I pursued it too fast, but I had no choice but to know it, but I couldn't find the way to get started. Now that I have realized it, my twelve hearts are extremely happy.

    Another stream of light flashed, and the sword master returned to the original place. With a clang, the proud red dust sword rose from its sheath. The big sword slashed down, and the figure paused.

    "Qiang!" The long sword was returned to its sheath, the steel ruler was inserted into the side of the sword, and Twelve sat slumped on the ground.  Just now, the body was like a long wind without a trace, the sword was like lightning flying through the air, the body was really like an invisible wind flowing through the meridians, a cool feeling spread throughout the body, and the spirit was as clear as the cold mirror lake, it was right.  It is the characteristic of calmness and joy in the extreme speed of the Wind Trace.  But when the proud red dust sword was unsheathed and the sword master was slashing wildly, his true energy suddenly stagnated. The sword was a heavy sword, but it didn't have any wild and crazy meaning of the magic sword!

    "Congratulations to Twelve on your improved swordsmanship!" Looking at the young man sitting on the ground, although he didn't know why he had such a depressed expression, Song Yuhua, who was born in an aristocratic family, could see that the other party had a new understanding at this time.  His swordsmanship has improved greatly.

    "Haha, we are all happy together!" After listening to Song Yuhua's congratulations, Twelve, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head and replied with a wry smile, but he was thinking in his heart, "You can only be calm in pleasure, that is not the trace of the wind.  , but the apprentice of Feng Zhihen is missing his sword in white clothes. Will he wear all white clothes in the future?"

    The wry smile on the face and the lack of joy in the tone finally let Song Yuhua and Zhenzhen know that although Twelve had a new understanding, their mood was really not good.  The two were speechless. Song Yuhua warmed himself up by the fire for a while and then entered a wooden house. Zhenzhen on the other side stepped forward first and took back the Hongchen sword and steel ruler stuck on the ground before returning to his own room.  wooden house.

    Picking up the long sword that Zhenzhen had taken back and placed in front of her, the sword master frowned in deep thought in the fierce light of the fire.  "Why can't we use the Demonic Sword? Since we can get inspiration from the Demonic Sword's Wind Trace and learn the Wind Trace sword technique, there is no reason why we can't use the Demonic Sword!"

    With a gentle pull, the long sword was half unsheathed, and the smooth mirror-like blade reflected the firelight, giving off a gleaming brilliance.

    The night was getting darker, but the sword master in front of the fire was no longer sleepy at all.  The long sword was gently pulled out of the sheath and placed diagonally on the ground, with the palm of the hand pressing the sword hilt, and the jade pendant on the sword hilt shaking gently.  There was silence all around, but in Sword Lord's ears, the faint sound of breathing gradually came closer.

    "Here we come!" Although Twelve, who had no knowledge of tracking methods, didn't know how the other party came after him, he was not surprised by the accident.

    "Bang!" There was a soft explosion of firewood in the bonfire, and the sword master burst out. Where the long sword flashed, an assassin hiding in the grass flew backwards.  Before the assassin, who tried hard to block the sword master's sword, landed, a stream of light flashed past, and his throat bone was shattered by the steel ruler.

    The sword master made a great move with one move, and the assassin in the dark no longer hides his figure.  Dozens of black shadows rushed out, and the weapons of the three people in front were already handed to the Sword Master.

    "Ding ding!" Silver light flashed, and the steel ruler in his left hand tapped left and right to swing away the two long swords. The proud red dust sword in his right hand suddenly became extremely hot, and he slashed forward, beaconing the red dust road!

    The sword was shrouded in power. Even though an assassin was one foot away from the sword master, he felt as if he was being covered by flames!  In a hurry, the long sword was sealed in front of him, but he only heard a clang sound, and a sword slash that was originally a foot away actually cut straight through this distance!

    The hot sword energy along the sword instantly destroyed the meridians of the arm, and when the assassin was thrown away, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

    After knocking someone away again, the Sword Master hurried back to the bonfire. Before he landed, his heart suddenly felt cold. Three sharp roars were already within easy reach!

    Unexpectedly, the opponent actually used a crossbow machine. The sword master was caught off guard. Although the sword knocked down two crossbow arrows, his left hand that blocked the third crossbow arrow was already numb!

    "Master!" The rapid fighting voice woke up Song Yuhua and Zhenzhen who were sleeping in the wooden house. As soon as the little maid came out of the wooden house, she saw the figures surrounding them faintly under the firelight, and couldn't help but be shocked.

    "Where are you from?" Looking at the approaching killers, Zhenzhen held the sheath of the red dust sword, nervous but eager to try.

    "I don't know, they're all the same!" After glancing around, Twelve shook his head, but didn't care much.  No matter where the person is sent from, they all treat me the same way. If you want to kill me, I will kill you!
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