Under the control of Xu Jie and Yang Sanpang, the tree crown went straight to the riverside.

When Yang Ershu heard Lu Ziyou's advice to go to West Lake with him, he finally smiled and asked again: "Lu Ziyou, what name should I call this trick?"

When Lu Ziyou heard this, he tried to support his hands slightly, but he didn't stand up and replied, "The tide of the sea is broken!"

Yang Ershu smiled very happily and said, "It's good to cut off the sea tide. My brother cut off the three rivers. I'm very good to cut off the sea tide. The sea tide broke through the gate dance. Everyone knows it! You have been studying for so many years, and it's really useful. At least you can give me a good name for this trick."

Lu Ziyou laughed when he heard this: "Yang Ershu, Yuanmen Dance has never been broken. The Duanhai Tide can be called the strongest move of the sword. Yuanmen Dance is the strongest method of swordsmanship. The Duanhai Tide has not broken the Duanhai Tide, and the Duanhai Tide has not suppressed the Duanhai Tide."

Yang Ershu curled his lips and said, "Then I have also created the world's number one sword."

Lu Ziyou stopped arguing, but just shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yang Ershu, the swordsmanship is not as powerful as before, and only the skill is more sophisticated. It is really sad. I wonder how much the swordsmanship should decline after hundreds of years."

Lu Ziyou also had a big mind, and the meaning of his words was that the ancients had stronger internal cultivation in martial arts, such as the sword saint Pei Min, who was clearly recorded in Tang's "Duyizhi" that he easily threw the sword and flew dozens of feet high. When he fell, he was easily inserted into the scabbard.

Now, there are not many people who can throw swords dozens of feet high, but after throwing them out, where can they accurately control the landing point? Lu Ziyou can't do this. This is either the skill of swordsmanship, the superb strength, and the accuracy of control.

The reason is also to say that today's martial arts practitioners have a far worse internal strength than the ancients. The innate is still the peak. No one has ever surpassed the innate, and they don't even know what realm there is after the innate. Therefore, only by striving for excellence in this sword technique, only by using strength can we continue to develop on this method of using strength. This is sad!

Lu Ziyou obviously conducted in-depth research on these things before he came to this conclusion. The law-end has come, and the power of force has declined, and it is becoming less and less as before.

Yang Ershu didn't have the sentimentality of Lu Ziyou, but just answered: "There is you, Lu Ziyou in the world, and I, Yang Ershu."

As soon as he died, Yang Ershu finally said a word of "submission". Without Lu Ziyou at that peak, he would not have created such a brave Yang Ershu who climbed to the top. Yang Ershu didn't care about the differences between ancient and modern times, but only cared about the heights of this life.

When Lu Ziyou heard this, he whistled up to the sky. Within a sharp voice, there were people covering their ears within a few hundred steps.

His eyes were slightly closed, his face was peaceful, and he seemed to have a free and easy smile.

Lu Ziyou, left with a crane!

The waves were crossing and continued to rush into the river. Where the waves passed, they slowly returned to the calm water surface. The trend watchers who had been embraced by the waves were also shouting and climbing onto the shore, and there were still people floating in the tide and missing their traces.

The little girl rushed to Yu, constantly shaking Lu Ziyou who had already passed away, crying and heartbroken.

Looking back, there were still a few laughs. Haha, while laughing, Ershu closed his eyes and closed his eyes!

Yang Sanpang didn't cry, but just quietly picked up Yang Ershu, jumped from the canopy that was already close to the shore, and headed straight for the stone platform just now.

Xu Xiaodao also jumped up by himself, jumped out twenty steps away, and went to the shore, not crying or shouting, only tears kept going.

Xu Jie leaned over and picked up Lu Ziyou, and said to the little girl: "Xiyu, let's go!"

The little girl collapsed from crying and looked up at Xu Jie.

"Your master, Jiangning Lu Ziyou, is still the number one swordsman in the world!" Xu Jie said again, and after saying that, he had already jumped up.

The little girl Xiyu stood up and went to the shore.

Wu Boyan looked at Lu Ziyou, covered in blood, and lay motionless on the stone platform. He looked at Yang Ershu, who was lying side by side. He no longer knew what to say, nor did he know what to think about in his heart.

Compare swords! Wu Boyan regrets a little, regrets that he shouldn't have joined in the fun, regrets that he shouldn't have watched Lu Ziyou like this, Lu Ziyou who was still moving.

A heroic knight in the world, who values ​​righteousness over life and death. Lu Ziyou should not be such a person! Wu Boyan thought that these were just records in the book, such as Nie Zheng in "Records of the Grand Historian? Biography of Assassin", assassinated Han Xiangxialei, and went to Yangdi, the capital of South Korea with a sword. He entered through the gate of Xialei's mansion, killed dozens of guards, and killed Xialei at the stairs. In order not to drag down his family, he destroyed his face and slashed his eyes and cut off his cumstones, and committed suicide in front of him.

Wu Boyan has always read these ancient events and only used stories to adjust them. Lu Ziyou died in person. In Wu Boyan's heart, the heroes of the world are no longer the contempt and contempt they felt when they heard of them.

Then Yang Ershou and Wu Boyan also looked at him a few more times. Wu Boyan inexplicably felt a little awe in this vulgar man from Shu who sat with him but had never spoken to him!

There is also the scholar who watched the sword again: Lu Ziyou, Jiangning, was called "the best sword in the world" by people at that time. Yang in Shu was unwilling to accept the fight against the Mid-Autumn Festival tide. There are two immortals, and the sword dances at the top of the tide, and they died together, and the whistle sounds endlessly! They sighed: It was bright for a while, and there was a glory in the world. It was hard to find a sword immortal again. God was jealous of the gods.

Write it in writing, and sing it in singing.

Dahua Xianning on August 15th.

On the stone platform, Xu Jie has a song: "The leaves fall but can't fly back, but where is the autumn? The west wind does not feel sad about life and death. If you think about the waves, how can you feel at ease?

I light the fragrance of cinnamon for several days, and the moon is over again. I wait until the tide is wet, and the fragrance is gone."

"Lang Taosha" is about to end, and the fragrance of August osmanthus flowers is still there.

Hangzhou West Lake, three pools of moon are the isolated island in the lake, with two tombs coming to the hero’s tombs!

There are also two tombstones, and there is also a stone tablet in front of them, the best sword in the world!

Wu Boyan originally thought that after Xie Fang left, he would come to Hangzhou for a few days, but he didn't want to leave at this time. He built a house and lived in Jiangning, asking people to transplant peach blossoms to the island, and in his dream, he might even see "fallen heroes hanging in the air".

On the edge of the lake and on the side of the boat, Xu Jie sat on the ground with a blood-drinking sword in his hand.

The sound of sharpening the knife, and the rust knife that was still rusty still could kill people slowly removed the red rust.

Xu Jie grinded very seriously, and Xiaodao carried water beside him, pouring some water on the whetstone from time to time. He watched Xu Jie come and go, and listened to the "huge" sound of sharpening the knife.

"Young Master, why sharpen the knife?" Xiaodaoer asked.

When Xu Jie heard this, his eyes were sharp and he replied: "Sharpen the knife and kill someone!"

Xiaodaoer only replied: "I'll kill you."

Xu Jie nodded: "When I sharpen the knife, you go to your master's grave to dance the sword. After the dance, go and kill someone!"

Xiaodaoer nodded and said, "Okay!"
Chapter completed!