Chapter 1, this is not the way of the sword
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Jiang Sibai did not look at the flopping fat fish, but instead turned to the person beside him
This is far more terrifying than Jiang Sibai's fierce hacking and slashing with that broken sword just now, making him feel as if he were suddenly trapped in a quagmire, realizing that his life and death were no longer in his own hands
What he holds in his hand is a broken sword
On the sixteenth year of coming into this world, what Jiang Sibai hoped for was probably the true and genuine stories of immortals in this world
Jiang Sibai felt somewhat embarrassed at that moment, as his nickname was 'Xiaobai', and he was often referred to as 'Young Master Xiaobai'
The old farmer beside him let out a strange laugh, for he recognized the exquisite intricacies of this swordsmanship and could not help but reveal some signs of his reaction
This spirit fox is robust and healthy, and it may very well withstand a month's worth of bloodletting without dying. Once we bring it back, the young master will surely reward us handsomely.
The four peaks and thirteen valleys of the mountain are each inhabited by individuals devoted to moral cultivation and spiritual refinement, while the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain are quite remarkable
All six individuals drew their swords
Their gaze suddenly fixed fiercely on the 'old farmer', or rather, on the robust white fox that was as sturdy as a young calf
Jiang Sibai clicked his tongue and shook his head, then ignored the guy who claimed to be an old farmer
The swordsman at the forefront coldly looked at Jiang Sibai and said: "No matter who you are, please draw your sword."
The old man appears to be a pet walker, holding a leash in his hand, while at the other end of the leash is a robust white fox.
Jiang Sibai suddenly observed so much, and then politely cupped his fists and inquired: "Old sir, may I ask who you are and how you came to this desolate wilderness?"
During this period, no matter how easygoing he was by nature, he always harbored a sense of pent-up frustration.
That gaze seemed to blame him for why he had to expose certain matters
Suddenly, a sound came from beside him, jolting Jiang Sibai awake. He then gently shook the simple fishing rod made of green bamboo in his hand, and the fine hemp fishing line in the water spun around three times before abruptly tightening as he flicked his wrist.
In ten years, he has failed a total of four times.
Jiang Sibai looked at them and said lightly: "To rely on strength to bully the weak is not the way of the sword; you are unworthy to be sword bearers!"
Indeed, the Realm of Luo Yun, a place where one can seek the path to eternal life, how could he not yearn for it
The old farmer, upon seeing this, displayed a hint of curiosity, yet he maintained a demeanor of calm composure in the face of the current situation
Jiang Sibai was in a terrible mood, and suddenly seeing these six people in front of him flaunting their power made him feel particularly displeased
Only Jiang Sibai appeared as a handsome noble youth in a light white garment, but in reality, which noble youth would dress this way in late autumn
Haha, how can it be a broken sword? How dare you speak so arrogantly in front of my brothers!
It seems to be an agreement.
Among these six individuals, one stands at the forefront, sword in hand and arms crossed, exuding an air of great arrogance
Ultimately, when this surge of malevolence was unleashed, he charged into the crowd wielding the treasured sword he had personally forged, striking fiercely in a flurry of blows
In fact, each of these six individuals possesses a sword, and they all belong to the category of swordsmen
He then calmly drew his own sword
Jiang Sibai let out a slight sigh of relief, feeling that this was probably his last and best opportunity.
In today's world, people value reputation highly while disregarding life and death
He said somewhat irritably: "In this area, within a radius of fifty li, there is only one Baiyi village with one hundred and sixty households, and I know each of these one hundred and sixty households personally"
He has been in this world for sixteen years and has gradually become accustomed to the style of resolving disputes with drawn swords and a swift judgment of life and death.
The old man looked at Jiang Sibai helplessly and said: "Just consider me an old farmer passing through this place on my way to handle some business."
Yet sometimes the affairs of this world are so subtle, that at the moment when the 'old farmer' silently departs along the waterway to continue downstream, a group of six robust men suddenly emerges from the direction the 'old farmer' came from in the forest upstream
His physique is much stronger than it appears, and the skills he has accumulated over the years are certainly beyond the imagination of these ordinary swordsmen
Jiang Sibai looked at the six individuals in front of him, each holding a dark yellow bronze sword approximately fifty centimeters long, and felt a sense of considerable boredom.
Jiang Sibai sat by the bank of the Jishui River, propping his chin on one hand while the other held the fishing rod, staring blankly at the surface of the river, completely unaware even when the fish bit the hook
Upon hearing this, the six swordsmen immediately changed their expressions dramatically
Young man, your fish has bitten the hook
Only the leading swordsman could still speak in a courteous manner, but the other person beneath him said frivolously: "What is there to discuss with this old man? Brothers, just kill him and take the spirit fox away."
At that moment, the leader of the swordsmen was drenched in cold sweat, and when the broken sword 'disappeared' before his eyes, he felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon him
Indeed, what Jiang Sibai holds in his hand is a broken sword, but upon closer inspection, even this fragment of a broken sword is actually of a length comparable to the bronze short swords held by the six brothers
The leading swordsman suddenly extended his sword-bearing hand to stop his subordinate, saying: "It is ultimately wrong to punish without teaching; one must always leave a way out for others."
Then there was a series of sounds, "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding," as he directly severed the bronze swords of five out of the six swordsmen's subordinates
On the shores of the East China Sea, there is a celestial mountain known as Luoyun
Jiang Sibai's statement is a great humiliation for those who pride themselves as swordsmen
However, although this old man was dressed in a shabby manner, he always gave off an extraordinary air, and the fabric and pattern of his clothing were completely different from those of ordinary farmers, which could be considered fine material
Clang! Clang! Clang... ...
Old man, this is your only chance. Surrender the spirit fox and you may leave unharmed; otherwise, you will only meet your end in the wilderness.
Jiang Sibai's expression changed immediately, as if the cold female voice echoed in his ears again: "It is merely a matter of obtaining a sharp weapon through the convenience of wealth; this is not the way of the sword!"
The old farmer, upon hearing this, chuckled softly without making any further comment, simply leading his robust, calf-like large white fox as he ambled towards the direction of Baichi.
Jiang Sibai muttered resentfully under his breath, yet his face was filled with longing
He spoke so freely, feeling that his thoughts were quite clear and insightful
However, upon hearing that strange laugh, Jiang Sibai suddenly calmed down. With a twist of his wrist, he effortlessly flicked the swordsman's sword away, then turned to look at the old farmer, slightly hesitating.
Jiang Sibai felt humiliated
Oh? It resembles the Samoyed from the movie "Snow Buddies".
Today, my brothers and I are determined to behead you, to demonstrate the sharpness of the swords in our hands
The old man casually remarked, "I am from a nearby village, taking my precious little Bai out for a walk."
Surrender the spirit fox, and I shall spare your life
Jiang Sibai did not bother to argue with the old farmer; his mind was filled with a desire to vent his pent-up frustration. After all, it had been a full ten years since he first learned about cultivators at the age of six and began to strive for this path.
The old farmer glanced at the sword at his waist but said nothing. The two exchanged a few simple words and then passed each other by, treating it as a fleeting encounter, before parting ways to the left.
Especially in this recent failure, being eliminated in such a manner, he truly cannot accept it
One could see that this person had disheveled hair and appeared quite unkempt, resembling an elderly farmer with gray hair
In fact, this is not a matter of being elusive, but rather a situation where the other party finds it difficult to grasp and cannot take action due to the ambiguity and uncertainty involved
He did not care whether his interference was unwarranted; he simply approached the 'Old Farmer' and looked at the six people in front of him, asking: "Are you all sword users?"
It is said that there is a sect of practitioners in the mountains known as the Luo Yun Immortal Realm
The five "little brothers" among the swordsmen immediately drew their swords and charged forward, eager to engage him in battle
This person must be a swordsman
In the next moment, the fat fish in the water struggled in vain, having been pulled out of the water and landed on the riverbank.
He then picked up the fat fish and strung it together with a hemp rope, before sheathing his sword at his waist and preparing to head back.
He said: "The day is getting late. If you do not mind, would you accompany me back to Baiyi to rest for a night before continuing on your journey?"
The swordsman immediately replied coldly: "Of course, what do you intend to do?"
The leading swordsman, upon seeing this, changed his expression dramatically and coldly snorted, saying: "You rely on your advantages, winning without martial prowess"
He gritted his teeth, and the broken sword in his hand suddenly vanished, as if it had transformed into a cloud of myriad forms.