Niao Ni
Chapter 634: Drawing My Sword, I Look Around, Lost
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As the wheelchair entered the City Lord's mansion, the streets outside remained absolutely silent. The citizens of Dongyi City, though they straightened up from under the eaves, did not leave, nor did they discuss anything. They simply looked in the direction of the City Lord's mansion with fear and unease, countless eyes fixed on that place, wondering what was happening inside, and what Sword Saint Sir Gu's arrival at the City Lord's mansion with a single sword meant.
It meant killing.
Regardless of which faction Grandmaster Si Gu Jian decided to tie Dongyi City to before his death, which official road he would have it embark on, whether south or north, it was all his decision. The entire Dongyi City, even including the surrounding subservient small principalities, had to follow his will.
Even though this Grandmaster was about to pass away, he still wouldn't allow anyone within his domain to secretly harbor dissent, colluding with the disciples in the Jianlu (Sword Hermitage), attempting to arrogantly make decisions on his behalf before he had made his own, deciding the direction of Dongyi City, deciding the lives and deaths of countless citizens.
This was the realm of gods; no mortal could interfere, not even the eldest disciple in the Jianlu, not even the City Lord's mansion which maintained the daily order of Dongyi City.
Even though that City Lord was the last distant relative they could find from the remote countryside after Si Gu Jian had slaughtered his family.
Those who opposed him would undoubtedly die; this was the so-called will of a Grandmaster. This didn't need special emphasis; it was simply a natural bottom line principle, just to let Fan Xian understand it more clearly, so Si Gu Jian had brought him here.
After the Little Emperor entered the City Lord's mansion, her face turned extremely pale, almost transparent, her eyes filled with a trace of loss and shock that she couldn't shake off, because she knew what Si Gu Jian in the wheelchair intended to do.
Besides Yun Zhilan, the greatest aid to Northern Qi in Dongyi City was the people in the City Lord's mansion. The Little Emperor had always hoped that these two forces could help her persuade Si Gu Jian to keep Dongyi City away from the control of Southern Qing.
But if Si Gu Jian were to massacre the City Lord's mansion at this time, it naturally showed his attitude. The Little Emperor felt a slight dizziness in her mind, biting her lower lip tightly, standing behind the wheelchair without saying a word.
Fan Xian quietly glanced at her, looking at the paleness on her face, and his heart stirred slightly. He reached out and patted her shoulder, offering comfort. This wasn't the comfort of a victor to a loser; it was just that his heart was also stung by the sword intent of the strong man in the wheelchair, and his eyes blinked uncontrollably.
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After Si Gu Jian entered the mansion, the emotions in his eyes gradually faded, becoming devoid of any feeling, not even a hint of coldness.
Several people knelt down at the stone steps of the second gate of the City Lord's mansion, welcoming the arrival of Sword Saint Sir Gu with sincerity and fear. They lowered their heads and kowtowed.
With this kowtow, their heads were like ripe fruits in autumn, breaking from the branches and falling down, rolling on the ground.
At the necks of several people were extremely smooth cuts, as if they had been severed by an unsurpassed sharp sword.
But Si Gu Jian in the wheelchair didn't have a sword in his hand at all.
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The Little Emperor stared at the heads rolling on the ground, her face growing paler and paler, even her tightly pursed lips turning white.
Fan Xian's hand exerted force slightly, supporting the wheelchair, blue veins faintly visible. A drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He knew that Si Gu Jian had come to kill, to teach him how to kill, but he still hadn't expected that this Grandmaster could end several lives with just a thought.
The heads rolled to the side, leaving a trail of bloody rainbows, hitting the moss in the corner of the wall, and then stopped. Fan Xian's lips felt dry, and he subconsciously wanted to stop Si Gu Jian's next actions, exerting force on his palm, intending to stop the wheelchair below the stone steps.
If the City Lord's mansion were to be slaughtered, it could certainly eliminate any opposing forces to the agreement between Southern Qing and Dongyi City. Even the disciples in the Jianlu who didn't agree with Si Gu Jian's will would, because of the blood here, once again understand the ruthlessness and power of their Sword Saint Master.
But Fan Xian still didn't want to use this method. He wasn't a sentimental or pedantic person; he just believed that the City Lord's mansion could never become too big of an obstacle. As long as Si Gu Jian nodded, there were too many ways to solve the difficulties here.
He hadn't expected that Si Gu Jian would use the simplest and most brutal method.
Without knowing when, the wheelchair had already moved up the stone steps, heading towards the depths of the City Lord's mansion.
Fan Xian and the Little Emperor's hands were still on the wheelchair, their hands shaking more and more, their faces growing paler and paler, because they saw more and more blood, and more and more corpses falling on both sides of the wheelchair.
Someone finally mustered the courage to draw their sword, but the sword broke into two pieces. Someone screamed and flew away, their waist broken in two. More people looked at the killing god in the wheelchair with terrified eyes, their legs trembling, unable to move at all. They thought of the legend from many years ago, on that night, the Grandmaster in the wheelchair, holding a sword, entered the City Lord's mansion, and the next day, not a single living person could be found in the City Lord's mansion.
Many years later, Si Gu Jian entered the City Lord's mansion again. This time he didn't have a sword in his hand, but the entire City Lord's mansion was still sadly enveloped in a strong bloody smell.
Fan Xian's face grew paler and paler, and the overbearing Zhen Qi in his body had been raised to the extreme, but the moment it initially left his body, it was crushed into threads and broken into pieces by the killing intent that permeated the heavens and the earth outside, dissipating in an instant, unable to gather Qi at all.
The Little Emperor's body trembled, unable to do anything. Even her hand, placed on the wheelchair, could barely steady her body. Even though she was an extremely powerful female emperor, she still found it difficult to resist the impact of this bloody killing intent when she saw countless heads and broken corpses flying in the air.
Blood flew, blood continued to fly, blood always flew.
At this time, Si Gu Jian's face was even whiter than the faces of the two young people, a kind of unnatural white, as if the blood in his body had all flowed to a certain place, and then transformed into sword Qi that pierced the sky and slaughtering Qi that destroyed the heavens and extinguished the earth, spreading out wantonly.
Fan Xian and the Little Emperor's bodies seemed to have lost control of their minds, passively following this life-threatening wheelchair, walking in the City Lord's mansion. The powerful aura released from Si Gu Jian's body completely controlled all the subtle movements around them.
The Little Emperor was unable to resist, so her reaction was weaker. Fan Xian forcibly condensed his mind, wanting to resist this cold and murderous intent that made him feel very uncomfortable, even disgusting, but it was like being constantly hammered by a heavy hammer, each blow shaking his soul.
A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips, and a trace of helpless sorrow flashed in his eyes. He lowered his eyes slightly, no longer looking at everything that was happening in the City Lord's mansion. He gave up the idea of stopping Si Gu Jian from killing. He didn't have that strength, and he didn't want to anger the Grandmaster who had fallen into a state of madness because he pitied the innocent servants in the City Lord's mansion, putting himself in endless danger.
Lowering his eyes slightly, not looking, didn't mean he didn't know, especially since this was originally Si Gu Jian's last lesson for him.
Fan Xian had already let go of his mind, no longer directly resisting the sword intent that permeated the mansion, so he felt the changes in any subtle aura in the field more clearly, and had a deeper understanding of the aura released from the Grandmaster sitting in the wheelchair.
This aura made his brow furrow, because he hated this aura very much. This aura not only carried a bloody smell, but the most important thing was that there was no emotion in it, only indifference, a kind of condescending indifference, a kind of indifference that regarded living beings as nothing.
It seemed that in front of Si Gu Jian's eyes and mind, nothing in the world was worth cherishing, and anyone could be regarded as pigs and dogs.
But Fan Xian didn't understand, obviously this Grandmaster had extremely deep feelings for Dongyi City. Immediately afterwards, Fan Xian felt another realm represented by that aura, that was will!
Si Gu Jian's will had controlled everything around the wheelchair, strong, resolute, unyielding. All morality, principles, the compassion of heaven and earth, and the thoughts of the young people behind him, turned into bubbles in front of this powerful absolute will, scattering away.
Fan Xian suddenly raised his head, one hand supporting the Little Emperor who was already swaying under this pressure, his eyes quietly following Si Gu Jian's gaze, looking towards the mansion. He experienced this realm, but subconsciously, he was a little afraid of this realm.
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There were originally no Grandmasters in the world. The reason why the four monsters were able to break through the inherent limitations of human beings and roam freely between heaven and earth depended on their own understanding of heaven and earth. Their own experiences created completely different breakthrough paths for the four Grandmasters.
His Majesty the Emperor of Qing broke into the realm of Grandmaster, obviously taking the path of extreme substance. A cripple whose meridians in his body were completely shattered, yet he reached the realm of the opposite of adversity. Without the limitation of meridians, the substance in his body rose without limitation, breaking through the limitations created by the heavens for the human body using the most arduous method.
Undoubtedly, this was the most powerful method, which Fan Xian would never dare to learn, nor could he learn.
Si Gu Jian's path was different again. He had accumulated too much gloom, too much suppression, and too much murderous impulse in his heart since childhood. Finally, after slaughtering his entire family in one night, he condensed a powerful mind from the bloody smell. At the moment of extinguishing emotion and severing nature, he finally realized the will that was not moved by external objects, using devouring and coldness to coldly look at the line in the sky, easily tearing it open.
On the last stone step of the City Lord's mansion, stood a row of people. The City Lord of Dongyi City, wearing gorgeous clan clothes, looked pale, standing in a row with his closest people, waiting for the arrival of Sword Saint Sir Gu. Here gathered his most powerful forces, but he also knew that there was no way to stop a Grandmaster from killing.
Fan Xian's hand was on the back of the wheelchair. He didn't notice the silence on the stone steps. The screams gradually stopped. He was just lost in a state of daze. He finally understood Si Gu Jian's Grandmaster realm, but found that the method of seeking this realm might be something he could never do.
Every blade of grass, every stone, every flower, and every tree in the world has its own reason for surviving. Everyone is a unique person. To break through the realm and touch the realm of Grandmaster, it is feared that one must also find a method that truly belongs to oneself.
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Just then, Si Gu Jian in the wheelchair suddenly coughed, coughing so hard that his thin body bounced in the wheelchair, coughing so hard that Fan Xian's hand supporting the wheelchair trembled again.
The row of experts from the City Lord's mansion on the stone steps, watching this scene, turned into a sky full of black shadows, divided into seven directions, pouncing towards the wheelchair like eagles hunting.
The cough seemed to be an opportunity, a signal. These experts from the City Lord's mansion didn't hesitate at all, suddenly attacking, but there was no joy in their hearts. Because the citizens of Dongyi City, including those strong men who practiced swords by the sea, had already become accustomed to the Sword Saint Sir Gu's invincibility. Under the illumination of the divine light for more than ten years, no one would expect to become the person who slays the god.
But they still had to carry out the final fight, because after all, the Sword Saint coughed, perhaps it was an opportunity, perhaps it wasn't, but since they were going to die anyway, dying at the hands of a Grandmaster should also be a kind of glory.
Before the figures arrived, the strong wind had already swept over. These experts from the City Lord's mansion didn't aim their targets at the two young people behind the wheelchair, because they had already seen that these two young people were already trapped in a kind of inextricable mental dilemma.
But Fan Xian had a feeling that if he was facing these experts, the most magnificent blow before death, he might not have any way to fight back.
At this time, Si Gu Jian was still curled up in the wheelchair coughing, his only remaining hand covering his lips, and there was no sword beside him.
So he beckoned, and a sword on the ground moved, moving extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning, coming to his stable palm.
Si Gu Jian waved his sword, the sword's momentum not smooth and harmonious, like seven green mountain peaks, suddenly tearing off the outer skin of trees, revealing the strange and rugged rocks like thorns below, wanting to stab seven big holes in the old sky.
Facing the magnificent and desperate killing moves of the last seven experts of the City Lord's mansion, Si Gu Jian casually stabbed out a sword, returning with the indifference and blood-devouring will in the magnificence. In the same instant, he stabbed out four swords, four swords stabbing in seven directions.
This was already a sword beyond the mundane.
It contained the momentum of disregarding the front and the back, but hidden behind the momentum was the supreme will that transcended the momentum, because it was cold and free and easy, because it devoured blood and was indifferent instead.
Four swords struck seven people, and the seven experts fell to the ground dejectedly, silently.
Si Gu Jian flicked his sleeve, and the ordinary steel sword in his hand flew away, directly stabbing into the chest of the City Lord of Dongyi City, burying the hilt.
Since Si Gu Jian entered the mansion in a wheelchair, this City Lord of Dongyi City didn't offer a word of defense, didn't let out a sigh. He just quietly watched the scene before him, waiting for the arrival of death, because he knew that since his distant uncle had personally left the Jianlu, then he only had one path, death. For a crazy Grandmaster, for a bloodthirsty Sword Saint, for a ruthless monster who had slaughtered his own family, the City Lord didn't have a trace of emotion.
The City Lord coughed up blood, feeling the departure of life, and began to cry. At this moment before his death, there might be too much unwillingness and resentment in his heart, just like the resentment that Emperor Qing had many years ago. The world should not have these Grandmasters in the first place.
This world is too unreasonable.
Fan Xian had been seriously watching Si Gu Jian's attack, because this was the first time Si Gu Jian had truly attacked since entering the City Lord's mansion, and he had a sword in his hand. His eyes were extremely sharp, and he captured the method and trajectory of the last four swords, so his heart was extremely shocked.
So this was the real Si Gu Jian, like a bird in the sky, like a fish in the water, between one movement and one stillness, there was no precursor at all, only relying on his heart to release the sword. Where was it merely the magnificence of disregarding the front and the back, disregarding the left and the right.
The four swords were clear, beautiful, and cold to the extreme. A single glance could captivate a city, a second glance could captivate a country, and a third glance could frequently trouble the plans of the world, making heroes weep, draw the sword and look around, sword heart is lost, see no ancients before, see no comers after, gazing at the vastness of heaven and earth, alone I weep!
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In Suzhou City, Ye Liuyun once cut a building in half with a single sword. On that day, Fan Xian thought that the peak of swordsmanship in the world was nothing more than that, but today, seeing Si Gu Jian's sword, he realized that the most powerful symbol of the sword, this killing weapon, lies in the communication between the sword and the heart. There is no faster way to express than the heart in the world.
Wherever the heart is, the tip of the sword is.
Being able to cultivate sword techniques that defy the common sense of heaven and earth and should not exist in the world, it is feared that the manipulator of the sword will also feel a trace of shock. Even the manipulator himself, it is feared, does not know how he used such sword techniques. After one sword, the swordsman holds a dripping blood sword, looks around the vast wilderness, and generates a sense of loss.
The true meaning of Si Gu Jian, in the end, is still a sense of loss in the heart.
Fan Xian's hand was still holding the Little Emperor's arm, but he couldn't stop shaking. Being able to comprehend such sword techniques, what a happy or painful thing that would be.
On an unknown green tree beside the City Lord's mansion, a crow that had been shrinking and peeking for half a day finally couldn't bear the will that filled the heaven and earth, croaked once, and flew away quickly.
Si Gu Jian's eyes were filled with indifference, but blood coughed out of the corner of his lips, his face was terribly white, and his thin body was completely shrunk in the wheelchair. Behind him, the two young people were, one lost and the other awe-stricken, all around them were dead bodies and pools of blood. Fan Xian lowered his head, but a strange thought welled up in his heart. He seemed to be able to perceive that the Grandmaster in the wheelchair had reached the time when his oil was exhausted and his lamp was dying.
Because he finally drew his sword. Although these four swords were so clear, beautiful, and cold to the extreme, compared with the one sword that Si Gu Jian used to kill a hundred tiger guards on Mount Dadong three years ago, today's Si Gu Jian was obviously much weaker.
Just then, the corpse of the City Lord of Dongyi City slowly knelt down, kneeling in front of the wheelchair, as if to express his final submission.
Fan Xian suddenly raised his head, looking in astonishment as a man in black appeared in front of the three of them as the City Lord's corpse fell.
The man in black also held a sword in his hand.