Chapter 67: Dead Man's Wine, Silkworm Heart's Knife March 3rd, Water God willows are swaying and the rain is drizzling. Chen Guzhou once again climbed up to the familiar place - Green Willow Embankment, and saw a pair of very familiar figures. A middle-aged fisherman with a broken wrist. A gray-feathered teal. They stood under the shade of a green willow tree. Just as he had seen them here many years ago. "Perhaps, this is a better way home for me." Chen Guzhou smiled and stepped forward. This time. He carried nothing with him except his sword. Under the dam.
Minjiang Prefecture is extremely bustling. On the embankment. One person and one duck, it's lonely and deserted. Apart from this drizzle, everything seemed no different from many years ago. Do not! There are still differences. Because this time, Sun Er brought a jar of wine, incense, candles, paper money, and three empty bowls. This time. Finally, no one ignored the greedy duck. The paper money and incense sticks have not yet been burned out, but the smoke is still lingering. The three empty bowls are already half full of drizzle, as if retaining the mist of March. Chen Guzhou stopped and stood in front of the man and the duck. The scene was silent for a moment. They all looked at the paper money on the ground, as if waiting for it to burn out. Or they seemed to be silently brewing some kind of emotion. for a long time. Suddenly heavy rain came down. Put out all the unburned paper money. "Ah~~" Chen Guzhou sighed, seeming a little regretful. The fisherman then broke the seal on the wine jar and poured out three bowls of wine. Just like he had done many years ago, he silently handed over a bowl. "What are you..."
Chen Guzhou looked at the bowl which was half filled with rainwater and half with wine and felt a little surprised. He actually wants to treat himself to a drink? This time, it was Sun Er who invited him to drink! The aroma of wine is strong. Half a bowl of turbid wine mixed with spring rain seems to be more fragrant than aged wine. "Good wine!" Chen Guzhou took the wine bowl and drank it all. Just like Sun Er back then. He got it. This bowl of wine is dedicated to the dead. And today. He should die here, on the green willow embankment he built, to atone for the sins of those who had passed away. and so. Of course he had no reason to refuse this bowl of wine. Gulu~Gulu~ Sun Er picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Along with him, a teal stretched its neck and put its beak into the wine bowl. They also drank the bowl of wine offered to the dead. "Ha ha ha ha……" Chen Guzhou laughed loudly, his laughter seemed to make him 30 years younger, floating on the green willow bank, "Life is lonely, wine can make you forget your worries. You and your duck, drink this bowl of wine, it's time to get on the road!" His smile faded. Although his life was like the setting sun, he still had the arrogance of the past in his bones. today. He is not the Minjiang governor Chen Guzhou, but the lone goose swordsman Chen Guzhou. Lone Goose Swordsman. Of course you have to be arrogant and proud enough. "Go well." Sun Er still said the same thing as before. but.
They are completely different now than they were in the past! Bang~ The moment the wine bowl broke into pieces. The old duck standing aside suddenly glowed with new colors, as if it had turned into a sword that reached into the sky and rose into the air. The wind suddenly picked up. The silent fisherman held a black knife in his hand at some point. It was a fish-butchering knife as long as a palm. The wine is offered to the dead. A knife can, of course, also be used to kill people! In silence. The man and the duck looked at each other. After more than ten years of tacit understanding, there was no need for further words at this moment. Raise the knife again. Raise the knife for the last time. This time, they must kill the governor of Minjiang River - Chen Guzhou! It rained heavily. The fish-butchering knife silently cut through the rain curtain without causing a single ripple, and it was impossible to sense any murderous intent. Boom boom boom~~ There were bursts of thunder, forty-nine times in a row. The gray duck descended from the sky and transformed into a knife. Its momentum was like a raging sea, hiding the fisherman's knife power in the endless waves. - It seemed like a lone goose was flying across the sky. A long river of purple air crossed the sky and turned into a silkworm-patterned sword. A man with half white hair was bathed in the sword light and rain, with a solemn expression, just like a steady old tree that was rejuvenated in the spring rain, exuding a thriving atmosphere. Fighting one against two without any fear. He is Chen Guzhou. Chen Guzhou, the famous lone goose swordsman thirty years ago. came back. The long-lost feeling...is completely back! boom! Three terrifying sharp edges collided with each other. The spring rain in the sky suddenly exploded and turned into a circle of water that flew outwards. Improved. got stronger.
One man, one duck, and one swordsman, all are countless times stronger than before. There is no longer any desire to play with the world. At this moment, all three of them put in their full strength, trying to decide life and death in an instant. Knife intention. Sword intent. Qi and blood... The horrific noise shocked everyone on and off Green Willow Dike, where people were paying tribute to their loved ones. call-- A knife cut through the sky silently. The fine qi and blood are like a sword, thin and tough. It takes ten years to sharpen a blade, and the dam is as high as the sky. This knife - is called killing! boom! Suddenly, countless blood and energy behind him turned into flying feathers, and it was like thousands of sword qi scattered freely. Chen Guzhou's expression was slightly solemn. So strong. Compared to what happened on the Green Willow Bank and in the Sky Tower back then, the strength of this man and this duck is countless times stronger. They are indeed qualified to kill him now! The incomparably condensed Qi and blood that was comparable to the internal energy, the aura that overwhelmed the spring thunder and turned into forty-nine thunderclaps, anyone's strength could be compared to him who had unlocked the third seal! but…… He is Chen Guzhou. Is a swordsman. ding~~ A sword comes from the west, and the stars are moving. The sword with silkworm pattern swung and pulled, and actually led the fisherman's knife into the sky and the gray duck's knife into the earth. His body turned, and it was like a jade pot flowing, mysterious and unparalleled. He sighed softly, "The sound of the phoenix flute moves, and the light of the jade pot turns." Chen Guzhou once again demonstrated his despairing swordsmanship. He fought one against two and easily resolved the attacks of Sun Er and Song Lin. then. He swung the sword a second time. shhhhh-- The long sword-like finger crushed the clouds in the sky and extinguished the sword lights. Only one sword.
Once again, the offensive of Sun Er and Song Lin was cut off. "With a flick of the finger, the floating clouds are gone." The third sword. The sword lights in the sky suddenly turned into willow branches, like flying swords, covering Song Lin and Sun Er. No matter how they dodged, no matter how they used the Puyang Knife, the Duck Killing Knife, or the Killing Knife, they were unable to break through the dense sword force. The willows are rustling in the dark, and the birds are flying slowly. This is Chen Guzhou's third sword. Unrestrained, comfortable, and calm... I believe that anyone in this world who faces such swordsmanship will only feel powerless and hopeless, and will no longer have the slightest thought of resistance. but. His opponents this time are Sun Er and Song Lin. They have long been accustomed to all this. They... have lost time and time again. This time... they will never admit defeat again! Since I drank that bowl of wine. I have made up my mind that today, I will never be able to walk down the Green Willow Bank again! Just then. The fourth sword arrived. When you look at the moon on the water, don’t blame the pine wind. The style of the sword light suddenly changed, and it suddenly lost some of its murderous intent, like a mirage, and turned into a bright curtain of light, giving people the illusion of being bathed in the spring breeze and wanting to immerse themselves in it. This is of course an illusion. But Song Lin and Sun Er both took the initiative to plunge into the sword light that was like a curtain. "Wow—" The heart of gluttony suddenly roared, like a drum beating on the green willow bank. His wings flew, and his whole body turned into a flying knife spinning in the air, breaking into Chen Guzhou's sword force with endless sword light. Without hesitation, he went in. Countless blood foams splashed everywhere, and the duck's body was immediately covered with wounds. “……”Silently. Another small fish-butchering knife followed. The silkworm dies only when it has finished spinning silk, and the lone goose soars proudly into the sky. This knife. It's hard for anyone to describe its charm.
This knife. No one who has seen it has ever been able to speak it again. This knife. It seems to be able to tear through people's inner world and completely expose the most vulnerable side of the human heart to the world. This knife. It’s called——Heart Silkworm! this moment. One man and one duck, just like back then, their cooperation is so perfect. (End of this chapter)