Chapter 186 Enemies

A high mountain, a low rock, a new spring, an ancient pine, a red fire, a pot of green tea, an old man, and a teenager.

"What is the most terrible weapon in the world?" The teenager asked the old man

The teenager looked up at the high mountains, and the white clouds on the top of the mountain.

"What is the most terrible weapon in the world now?" The teenager was asking the old man, "Is it Mr. Lan's Blue Mountain Ancient Sword?"

"No."

"Is it the big iron cone of the South China Sea Sword King?"

"No."

"Is it the silver gun of Feng Da, the general manager of the Kanto sunset horse farm?"

"No."

"Is it the flying star moon knife that killed the eight pirates on the ancient road of Handan three years ago?"

"No."

"I remember." The teenager said with great certainty, "It's Yang Zheng's parting hook; it must be Yang Zheng's parting hook."

"Not really," the old man said, "Although the weapons you mentioned are terrible, they are not the most terrible one."

"What is the most terrible one?"

"It's a box."

"A box?" The teenager was extremely surprised, "The most terrible weapon in the world today is a box?"

"Yes."

What the old man said is this box!

Bai Choufei was stunned. He couldn't figure out how he helped Li Xunhuan deal with this person. And he believes that Li Xunhuan can definitely deal with anyone!

The old man didn't look at Bai Choufei's expression seriously. He just said slowly, "Have you heard of a person?"

"Who is it?"

"Xiao Tears and Blood."

Bai Choufei shook his head. He had never heard of this person. There are countless strange people in the world. He hasn't heard of it. It's a normal thing.

The old man exgrily said, "It's good that you haven't heard of it, so you must have never seen his weapon."

Bai Chou Fei quietly asked, "What weapon?"

He already has the answer in his heart, and he feels excited. I even felt that the knife in my hand began to heat up.

"Of course you haven't seen it," the old man continued regardless of him. "Only ghosts who died in hell have seen it."

"No one has seen his weapon?"

"Absolutely not," said the old man, "it's like he can never see tears."

"Tears?" Bai Choufei asked, "Whose tears?"

"The tear marks of Master Xiao."

"Who is Master Xiao?"

"Master Xiao is Xiao's tear-blooded father."

Bai Choufei always thinks that he is a very wise person. He knows that he is definitely not as smart as the smartest person, so he will wait for others to continue. He didn't understand what the old man said at all, so he asked, "Why can't he see his father's tears?"

"Because when he sees the tears, he will die under the tears."

Bai Choufei doesn't understand: "Can tears kill people?"

The old man looked into the distance, and his eyes seemed to be full of sadness and fear, as if a person suddenly saw something that he could not understand and control.

I don't know how long it took him to slowly stretch out his shriveled left hand and gently pull out a piano in front of him.

The piano is not his, nor is it Bai Choufei's, but it is placed in every room of Li Yuan.

With a sound of "Cng Cing", the strings sounded.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded. Then it suddenly became gloomy and bleak,

There was a sudden tear in the old man's eyes.

With a sound, the strings broke and the sound of the piano stopped.

Bai Choufei didn't know what the old man remembered, but just looked at him.

A tear in the old man's eyes has flowed like a pearl, leaving a clear tear mark on his old and thin face.

One drop, two drops...

"Tears are like this." The old man muttered, "Tears are like this!"

"What does it look like?"

"It's unique and perfect," the old man said, "There is absolutely no sword that is more beneficial than it!"

"Sword?" Bai Choufei asked, "Is the tear mark a sword?"

"It's a sword," the old man said. "A perfect sword is like a butterfly dance."

"Why is this sword called tear marks?"

"Because of the tear marks on the sword," the old man said. "When the sword comes out, if tears drip on the sword, it will leave an indelible tear mark."

"Whose tears are there?"

"It's Master Xiao," the old man said. "Under the world, the unique Master Xiao is unique."

"When the sword first comes out, gods and ghosts are taboo. I also understand this," Bai Choufei said, "But I don't understand why Master Xiao himself has to cry for it?"

"Because he is not only good at casting swords, but also unmatched swords," the old man's voice was full of sadness. "As soon as the sword came out, he had seen an insoluble omen from the sword."

"What's the bad omen?"

The old man sighed for a long time: "You yourself just said that the sword was born, and gods and ghosts were taboo. As soon as this sword came out, it was accompanied by the curse of gods and ghosts and the fierceness of heaven and earth. It not only would definitely hurt people out of its sheath, but also took one of Master Xiao's closest people as a sacrifice.

"Master Xiao's closest person is Xiao Lei Xue?"

"Yes," the old man said sadly, "When this sword came out, Master Xiao had already seen that his only son was going to die under this sword."

"Why didn't he destroy this sword?"

"He can't bear it, and he doesn't dare."

"This sword is the crystallization of his own painstaking efforts. Of course, he can't bear to destroy it," Bai Choufei can also understand this. "But I don't understand why he dares not destroy it."

"God's will is impermanent, God's power is unpredictable, and there are many arrangements that manpower can't resist." The old man's eyes showed another indescribable fear. "If Master Xiao destroys this sword, maybe a more terrible disaster will come to his only son."

Bai Choufei's eyes flashed: "How did Master Xiao deal with this sword later?"

"Master Xiao has three disciples. The eldest disciple got his swordsmanship, traveled all over the world, and had all kinds of sharp weapons."

"I have also heard that there is an old man in the world who sharpens knives. He is lucky and as effective as a god." Bai Choufei said, "Master Xiao's eldest disciple must be him."

The old man nodded: "Shao Kongzi, the second disciple of Master Xiao, got his sword casting skill and later became a swordsman."

"Shao Kongzi?" Bai Choufei was moved, "Is that Master Shao who casts the parting hook?"

"That's him."

The old man said, "These two are both unrivaled geniuses, but Master Xiao passed on his most proud stabbing skill to the third disciple, and also passed on the tear marks to him."

"Why did you pass it on to him?"

"This person is not only broad-hearted and kind-hearted, but also extremely indifferent by nature. He has no desire for fame and fortune at all, and never kills."

"He has mastered Master Xiao's swordsmanship. Of course, no one can take away the tears from his hand," Bai Shuofei said. "Such a benevolent elder, of course, will not hurt the only son of the teacher."

"And he was hidden in the deep mountains when he was 30 years old. He vowed that he would never step into the world again in his life. After death, he would also bury his tears in the mountains with him."

"Which mountain is it?"

"I don't know." The old man said, "No one knows."

Bai Choufei sighed: "For this reason, there is only one less swordsman in the world and a sharp weapon soldier missing. Is this the luck of the people in the world? Or is it unfortunate?"

"But Xiao Lei Xue finally survived."

"Yes." Bai Choufei said leisurely, "Anyway, Xiao's tears and blood finally did not die under the tears. At least he is still alive now."

Although his voice was also full of sadness, his eyes glowed with excitement, as if a disciple saw a ** girl standing at his head of his bed.

When he looked up at the old man again, the old man seemed to be asleep.

Bai Choufei looked at the old man. He was not a person who listened to the story, so he did not intend to leave after listening to such a story.

So he wants to wake up the old man who seems to be asleep. The way for him to wake up people is very simple. Except for the dead, anyone who gets a knife will wake up.

When the blade met the old man, the old man's eyes had been opened. He looked at Bai Choufei and sighed, "You really don't know Zun Lao at all!"

Bai Choufei replied seriously, "I don't need to understand those. I need to understand the knife in my hand, which is enough."

The old man was silent and then nodded. This is a good reason, but it's a pity that not many people understand it.

The old man opened his mouth again, but what he told this time was no longer a story, but a reality: "Do you know why Bai Choufei sent me to Li Yuan?"

Bai Choufei shook his head.

"Because the young man he was going to send me to kill me in front of Mrs. Li." The old man smiled and said, "He definitely doesn't know, and absolutely no one in the world knows that this Mrs. Li's martial arts skills are not inferior to Li Xunhuan."

Bai Choufei nodded. He was surprised why the young man didn't do it. He didn't ask, because the old man was already talking to him.

"Young people always have young people's ideas. Of course, that young man has his own ideas. He didn't do it, but Bai Choufei never gives hope to people he doesn't trust." There was a kind of depression in the old man's eyes: "Axia, it's just his backhand. As long as no one is there, Axia will kill me."

"As long as you kill me, Xiao Lei will come to the door. I'm afraid Li Xunhuan will have to fight with him. The old man smiled and said, "No matter who lives or dies, Bai Choufei must be very happy."

Bai Choufei slowly said, "I believe that Li Xunhuan will not die!"

The old man shook his head and smiled, but he did not refute.

Bai Choufei asked again, "Who are you?"

"enemy!"

"The enemy?" Bai Choufei couldn't help but be surprised.

"Yes, enemy." The old man replied with a smile.