Chapter 45 A Sword

A sword!

Xiao Yang felt a little incredible when he heard what Bai Chi said. He knew Bai Chi's skills. Even if it was Xiao Yang himself, it would be impossible for him to hurt Bai Chi with one sword.

Xiao Yang put down the shower in his hand.

"Take me to see!"

Bai Chi nodded and drove Xiao Yang toward the cemetery.

The cemetery that Bai Chi is going to visit is a historical site with a history of nearly 800 years. There are some herders living around the cemetery.

A reporter had interviewed herders before and asked them why they settled around the cemetery to grazed. The herders' answers made the reporters at that time a little unbelievable.

The herdsmen said that since the existence of this cemetery, it has been a wasteland. In any area belonging to the cemetery, no grass grows, and birds fly away. After stepping out of the cemetery, the land is fertile and green grass is green.

As soon as this report came out, many people came here to investigate with a disbelief. The final answer was indeed the same as the herdsmen said. There was really no grass in the cemetery, even weeds, and they could not see it.

At that time, someone caught two birds and placed them on this land. Unexpectedly, before the bird landed, it frantically flew, as if there was something terrifying on the ground. This incident has always made many people feel curious, but until now, no one can tell what the reason is.

This cemetery is not very far from Yinzhou city, only more than fifty kilometers away, and it will be reached after driving half a drive.

This cemetery has long been formed as a scenic spot, and countless people want to explore the magic of the cemetery every year.

There are indeed many herdsmen around the cemetery, with fenced courtyards surrounded by private houses.

"Where are you in conflict with someone?" Xiao Yang glanced around.

"Then." Bai Chi reached out and pointed.

Xiao Yang looked in the direction Bai Chi pointed, not a fence courtyard like the surroundings, but a very ordinary thatched hut. In front of the hut, an old man sat with gray hair and thin skin and bones, enjoying the sunshine.

"Boss, it's him. When I came, he was practicing swordsmanship. I was also curious, so I went over and took a look, but the other party only made a sword." When Bai Chi said this, there was no anger or shame on his face, but instead he praised it all kinds of praise. Obviously, the old man's strength completely convinced Bai Chi.

Xiao Yang walked over and saw an iron sword standing next to the thatched hut, and the sword was covered with rust.

Nowadays, most people practice swords, but they only personally like it, pursuing a kind of beauty. It is better to say that people use swords to chop and chop, than to be realistic than fists.

The old man who was closing his eyes to rest, heard footsteps sounding and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Bai Chi, the old man slowly got up from the stool. He was hunched and moved slowly. If he looked at his appearance, it would be hard to believe that he could hurt Bai Chi with one sword.

The old man looked apologetic and said to Bai Chi: "Brother, I was so sorry just now, I didn't pay attention."

"It's okay, it's okay." Bai Chi waved his hands repeatedly, "Old sir, this is my elder brother. After he heard about your swordsmanship, he wanted to come and see it."

The old man waved his hand and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm not a swordsman, but I'm just playing with it myself."

"Old sir, if you play, you won't easily hurt my friend." Xiao Yang noticed that the old man's sword standing next to the thatched hut was a dull sword, and there was no sharp edge at all. But the wound on Bai Chi's arm was obviously injured by a sharp blade. This immediately reminded Xiao Yang of his anger!

Bai Chi said, "Old sir, my elder brother loves martial arts and also loves to study this kind of thing. Why not just play a few tricks with my elder brother."

The old man smiled, "I didn't expect that there are young people who love to practice martial arts these days. It's better for me to be lonely when I am idle, and it's rare for young people to come to me on their own initiative. I can't use this sword well and can't control the strength. I will hurt you, so just use this."

The old man said, pulling out a straw from the thatched hut beside him.

The old man was very slow. Xiao Yang could see that the other party was old, lacking qi and blood, and it was difficult for his body to exert force. He was really curious about how the other party injured Bai Chi with one sword.

"Old sir, my elder brother is much stronger than me. You should use a sword, you can't hurt him." Bai Chi reminded.

"No." The old man laughed, "We don't fight with force, there is no need to use weapons, the focus is on communication."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Yang and continued to speak, "Young man, are you ready?"

"Old sir, please give me advice." Xiao Yang hugged the old man in a very traditional manner, staring at the old man's wrist.

At this moment, the distance between the two was only two meters.

"Okay." The old man nodded, "Note, I'm here!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man raised his hand, held a straw, and stabbed towards Xiao Yang.

At the moment when the old man took action, Xiao Yang's pupils condensed. At this moment, he felt unable to dodge. The straw in the old man's hand seemed to turn into a magic weapon, invincible. Even at this moment, Xiao Yang could see a clear airflow, separated from the straw, and the originally soft straw easily broke through the resistance between the air at this moment.

Just as the straw was about to stab Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang moved his foot with difficulty and took a step back. Just this half step made Xiao Yang feel as if he had used all his strength and could no longer dodge.

In the end, the straw head was less than half a fist away from Xiao Yang's chest.

The old man stopped his movements and Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Yang had experienced countless battles since his debut and now, and had faced many life and death moments, but he had never felt as powerless as before.

No! There was once! It was when I faced Old Man Lu, and I also gave myself the same feeling as I am now!

When the old man saw that he didn't touch Xiao Yang, he felt incredible.

"Young man, you are the first person I can't stab." The old man slowly lowered his arm, "I practiced swords at the age of nine. Now I have been practicing only this move for sixty-seven years. If anyone can break my sword, it will be equivalent to completely defeating me."

Xiao Yang took a deep breath, stared at the old man, and said, "Old sir, can you ask, does the thorn you just now contain breath?"

"Angry?" When the old man heard Xiao Yang's words, a trace of nostalgia appeared in his turbid eyes. "I haven't heard this title for a long time. You are from a young man. I never thought that after so many years, the ancient Chinese martial arts actually produced such a genius as you."

Xiao Yang shook his head, "I am not from any aristocratic family."

"Oh?" The old man was a little curious, "Since it's not from a noble family, how can you know how angry it is."
Chapter completed!