startled autumn

As soon as Han Bi finished speaking, he immediately thought of the night before when he and Shen Zhiqiu were about to leave for the valley of mist.

On that day, Shen Zhiqiu was staying in the Han residence.

First, the sun slanted to the west, and then the south wind suddenly picked up. Shen Zhiqiu practiced his sword in the courtyard until the time when the bright moon decorated the branches. Feeling tired, even so, Han Bi still couldn't bear to watch it, and sighed, "I'm hungry."

Shen Zhiqiu withdrew his sword abruptly, and asked in surprise, "You...why don't you have dinner yet?"

Han Bi smiled, "Of course I'm waiting for you."

At the moment of the great battle, Shen Zhiqiu couldn't see it on the surface, but he was anxious in his heart. He only knew how to practice the sword over and over all day long. Relaxed a lot——Han Bi was dissatisfied with him for forgetting to eat and sleep, but he also knew that he was nervous recently, and in the end he didn't say anything to stop him, but just read the accounts alone in the study.

Anyway, when Shen Zhiqiu was hungry, he would naturally come back to find something to eat.

However, Shen Zhiqiu still didn't show up until the time when all the lamps were lit today, so Han Bi couldn't bear it anymore and went to the courtyard to arrest him.

Shen Zhiqiu ran all the way towards Han Bi, lowered his head and said in shame, "It's my fault."

Han Bi was about to say something to him when he heard a belly groan.

"..."

Shen Zhiqiu had never seen Han Bi lose his composure like this, and felt even more ashamed on the spot: "You are really hungry."

Han Bi said with a blank face, "I didn't, it's because you misheard."

The moonlight is clear this night, just suitable for drinking in the pavilion.

Shen Zhiqiu didn't understand these elegant tastes, he was eating earnestly from beginning to end, his cheeks were slightly puffed up by the food, no matter how he looked, he was very hungry, Han Bi smiled and watched him move his chopsticks, unknowingly, he ate more than usual some.

After dinner, he warmed a pot of wine by himself, and Han Bi asked bluntly, "You and Wei Tingzhou fought, how will you win or lose?"

This time they went to the valley of mist, both of them had a premonition that they would definitely end up with Wei Tingzhou there.Because of this, Shen Zhiqiu was restless and stepped up his sword practice every day in order to improve before he set off.

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head cautiously: "I don't know."

Han Bi pondered for a moment, and said: "If we calculate according to Wei Tingzhou's temperament, he will most likely use the sixteen moves of Misty Rain's life in the battle with you, because only by defeating you with Mo Yi's unique skills can he be able to fight you." Vent the hatred in his heart."

"Do you remember that he once said that he felt that you met many noble people along the way, first he, then Xiao Shaoling, and... me." Han Bi paused, his eyes focused on Shen Zhiqiu following his thoughts. "Although there are thousands of kinds of life and different encounters, but when it falls on me, I can't help but sigh that the law of heaven is unfair."

Shen Zhiqiu realized something.

"It's the same as leaving your hometown with nothing. You wandered around and ended up in Moyi, while Wei Tingzhou suffered a lot when he was young and suffered a lot, but in the end he met Yan Huaishen."

"It's really...not easy." Shen Zhiqiu sighed.

"Wei Tingzhou thinks very highly of himself, and never thinks that you have the strength to be his enemy. Even though you have become famous all over the world, in his eyes, at most, it is because you are a disciple of Moyi's inner sect and have learned all over the world. The number one 'Sixteen Styles of Misty Rain's Life' is the only way to escape countless catastrophes by chance and coincidence... In short, it is all due to luck, without these, you are nothing."

Shen Zhiqiu thought in his heart: Actually, if it wasn't for your help, I might have died long ago just because I was alone.

Either he died in Fuluan Qishan, or he died in the sky prison in the capital. Even if he survived by luck, he would implicate his teachers, make them wronged and wronged, and wrongly reprimanded.

As a result, he stumbled to the present, and finally escaped danger.

"My luck is really good." Shen Zhiqiu said.

Hearing his sincere sigh, Han Bi couldn't help laughing and said, "That's why Wei Tingzhou hates you, even if he knows in his heart that you have done nothing wrong."

"Why does he hate me?"

"I hate that you are no longer obsessed with the past, but you didn't recover from a setback in adversity; I hate that you have clearly experienced betrayal, but you still dare to trust your friends and do everything you can to protect them; I hate that you have noble people to help you, and everything is turned into good fortune." Han Bidun After a pause, "So, he targets you everywhere in his actions just to prove one thing: no matter how upright you are and how lucky you are, you still can't win against him."

Another point, Han Bi had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't say anything on purpose.

What Wei Tingzhou can't let go of is that there is a person who clearly once regarded him as the bright moon in the sky. He has always admired him in every possible way and obeyed everything he says. Yuan, that person only had guard and suspicion in his eyes, and he no longer regarded him as a friend.

Shen Zhiqiu trusts everyone, but he no longer trusts him.

How could he not hate it?

However, Han Bi only felt that he deserved it.

Han Bi went on to say: "You are the orthodox Mo Yi, so naturally the best thing you are good at is Misty Rain Life. If he can return the same way to others, it will prove that he is more talented than you. With the same move, he will always be better than you."

Shen Zhiqiu was silent for a moment, then said softly: "I have practiced swords for ten years, but I am not only good at misty rain for my whole life."

"Oh?"

"Brother, he created his own martial art when he was 17 years old, and his strength is enough to establish a sect. However, my talent is far inferior to him. Even at this age, I still can't break through and build up. I can only try to inherit the past and build on the future. Master is ashamed." Shen Zhiqiu said slowly.

Han Bi smiled at him, motioning for him to continue.

"Yan Yu's routines are complicated and powerful. Everyone says that if she can practice it to the perfect state, she will be able to cover everything and be seamless everywhere. It's just that everything in the world is born with yin and yang, and the sun and the moon are in full swing. Everything comes and goes. There are gains and losses, you and I are only mortal bodies, and the things we create are inexhaustible in the world, so how can there be no flaws at all?"

"You made up for these flaws?"

"It's not me." Shen Zhiqiu's throat twitched slightly, as if he was considering his words, "The person who wanted to make up for these flaws in the first place was my uncle."

Mo Yi has never been a school that follows the rules. Xiao Shaoling is unruly and unrestrained. He thinks that Yan Yu's life is too complicated, so he simply created a set of swordsmanship by himself; Try to improve bit by bit, so that there is no omission in this already dense iron net, and it is truly seamless.

Han Bi asked: "Since that's the case, what does this have to do with you?"

"When I first joined Mo Yi, I learned swordsmanship from my junior uncle. At that time, I only felt that the swordsmanship improved by him was exquisite and perfect; however, as time went by, each person's understanding of swordsmanship was different. I My thoughts are also very different from my junior uncle’s, but I still don’t know who is right and who is wrong. At that time, my brother said to me: Maybe there is no right or wrong, it’s just that the road others have walked may not be suitable for you.”

"So, I decided to give it a try first." Shen Zhiqiu said.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Mingchuan disappeared soon after. Whether each other's ideas were right or wrong, they couldn't wait for the opportunity to verify them. In addition, Shen Zhiqiu himself was a boring gourd, so he kept these attempts in his heart and pondered them silently. Outside of Xiao Shaoling, no one else knows about it.

Han Bi's heart moved, and he asked, "Do you want to...?"

Shen Zhiqiu said: "My talent is limited, I can't make it leak-proof, I can only simplify it, and go straight to the gate of life."

Who will have no flaws?

Fate will be cloudy, moves will be missed, and mood will be shaken. Even if there is only an occasional mistake, it will become a flaw.

What's more, Shen Zhiqiu is not Xiao Shaoling, and he doesn't have such an astoundingly talented root bone that can create unique swordsmanship.He is not Zhao Mingchuan either, he doesn't have that kind of white jade flawless character, and he can't reach the harmonious and unimpeded sword state.

He cannot walk the road that others have walked.

All he knew was to move forward awkwardly.

That being the case, it is better to cut off all the branches and leaves that hinder his progress, and move the sword freely from now on, even if there is no turning back.

The sword lights were chilly, and when they met each other, there was the sound of wind and thunder.

Han Bi suddenly woke up from his memories, and Shen Zhiqiu, who demonstrated sword moves in the courtyard that night, and him at this moment gradually became one in his eyes.

Accompanied by an angry shout, Wei Tingzhou swung his sword from top to bottom and fell. This set of "A Life of Misty Rain" learned from Zhao Mingchuan is more magnificent and powerful than usual. The sword light comes from all directions, the color is like a rainbow shadow, The tail is like a streamer, and the true energy is poured into the tip of the sword, which is coming continuously and surgingly.

And because this set of swordsmanship was born out of the sixteen moves of Yan Yu's life, it is naturally inseparable from the original, so Zhao Mingchuan added it as No. While not entering, it can also go out everywhere, without leaving any flaws.

Zhao Mingchuan said ashamedly: "Before I was trapped by the Gu mother, I obeyed Wei Tingzhou's advice, and I taught him whatever he wanted to learn..."

Wei Tingzhou deserves to be extremely talented. Just by performing several demonstrations by the insane Zhao Mingchuan, he can take the misty wind for his own use, and even master it. Except that he is right-handed, the rest of his posture can faintly show the shadow of Zhao Mingchuan back then , It looks like a real thing from a distance.

Shen Zhiqiu's eyes locked slightly.

In an instant, the Yingtao sword was like a dragon coming out of the water, and the sword energy was billowing like layers of white waves, sweeping away all the way.

But nothing works!

The so-called misty wind is to trap the enemy in the light of the sword silently and invisible, and because of Zhao Mingchuan's perfection, there are almost no flaws to be found in the sword, making people struggle like a trapped animal, unable to do anything. If you don't come out, you can only wait for death in vain.

Not only that, the more impatient you are, the faster you die.

Wei Tingzhou easily received Shen Zhiqiu's cloud-turning blow, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but sneer.

He and Shen Zhiqiu used to be close friends, and then became strangers, now suddenly looking back, it has been a whole ten years.

"You lost completely ten years ago, Shen Zhiqiu, why are you beating me now!"