Chapter 381 Heavenly Sword, Demon Sword

"It is the best of the sword, the best of the Tao, and the best of the thought."

"If you get a knife, forget the knife, and leave it alone, there is nothing else."

"There is a law but cannot be hidden."

This is the evaluation of Song Que that Yang Lin got from others.

Whether it is the righteous path or the demon sect, when it comes to Song Que, he thinks that this is a perfect person, and his only shortcoming is that he has no shortcomings.

If you see that he monopolizes the twenty states of Lingnan, you may think that he is interested in power, but in fact he is not. In his eyes, the world is actually a game of chess.

When you get excited, you can mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops and point directly to the Central Plains.

When he was out of interest, he would turn around and give up the matter of conquering the world for a few words from his old lover or a few gestures with Ning Daoqi. In his opinion, it was just a matter of whatever he wanted.

When it rises, it goes, when it ends, it is so willful.

So, from the bottom of my heart, this person does not seek power.

In his eyes, power is not as good as a daffodil knife in his hand to make him like it.

Power is like a cloud of clouds, so what about reputation?

He doesn't care about fame.

Having not made a knife for twenty years, he didn't care how many people in the world admit that they are powerful and how deep their sword skills are.

Even if people in the world rank him behind the three great masters, he didn't care at all.

Although, perhaps one's own strength is actually more likely to be above the three great masters.

In his opinion, his reputation is actually inferior to bullshit.

Then what does he care about?

Care about family affection, friendship, or love?

Don't care.

Both daughters can be sent out as marriage tools, and the son will let it go, and will not spend time teaching, or even be too close to each other.

The wife I married was just looking for an ugly woman. In order to prevent myself from being addicted to beauty, I could concentrate on swordsmanship and martial arts.

The two beauties whom they admired when they were young, Bi Xiuxin and Fan Qinghui never argued because of their ideas. To put it bluntly, he would not give in and did not have the desire to get.

Such a person.

Such a knife.

Yang Lin thought it was so interesting.

Just like the "extremely in love, extreme than sword" in another story, his "extremely in sword, extreme than Tao" is not inferior at all, and he has also reached the ultimate level.

There is capital to break the void.

However, that person has a comparable opponent, who can directly break and see another world when his life is at its strongest in battle.

And Song Que didn't even have the desire to break the void.

He just loves swords simply, not because he practices swords to the extreme, he can become an immortal and become an ancestor, and can break the void.

It doesn't matter whether the other world is beautiful or sinister.

"So, in your eyes, what kind of person is your father?"

Yang Lin asked with interest.

He felt that Song Que, who was legendary in the world, looked like everything, but he didn't look like a person very much.

"I don't know, and I don't know what my father is thinking. Sometimes I feel that he doesn't think about anything at all, just sits in the knife sharpening hall all night, does not practice knife or do things, it seems like he is meditating, or misses."

Song Yuzhi had admiration and fear in his eyes.

She couldn't even remember whether her father had hugged her when she was a child.

My sister Song Yuhua is actually not happy.

Xie Wenlong, the son of Jie Hui, the lord of Bashu Duzun Fort, was able to marry Miss Song because he was so outstanding.

But because of his status and bloodline.

Song Yuhua's role is to stabilize this territory and avoid chaos. Other love and other things have nothing to do with her.

It doesn't matter what she wants.

And yourself.

When Li Mi raised the matter, he brought Li Tianfan to propose marriage, and his father agreed immediately. There was no other reason, because the other party was a big force and had the opportunity to unify the world.

As for personal wishes, they are not important.

Thinking of this, Song Yuzhi secretly glanced at Yang Lin. He thought that his past would make the other party feel separated, but he was surprised to find that it was not.

After arriving all the way to Lingnan, we spent so many days together. Unexpectedly, this person actually had a very peaceful temperament.

This journey has turned out to be a rare happy time in my life.

This is a bit strange.

In terms of reputation, Yang Lin, the king of backers, was famous all over the world, occupied Jiangnan, pointed his sword at Jiangbei, and commanded more than one million troops under his command.

Even the old man from Shanye who is not well-informed can know that this is a big man and a big hero.

In terms of martial arts, he even fought back against the opponent by Ning Daoqi, the best master of the world's great master, and the Buddhist monk Lekong.

At the same time, he was alone and did not dare to move the two sects of the Central Plains. His force was simply out of heaven and earth. No matter how powerful a person thought he was, he would not dare to call him a master in front of him.

However, just such a person is not so arrogant, but like the countless people around him, friends who can chat and laugh at will.

It's so strange.

If the father is not a person in his eyes, but a god.

Then, the backing king around you is not like this at all.

He has human emotions and desires, and he will be angry, happy, play tricks, and be understanding and considerate.

It's not much different from an ordinary person.

But because of this.

Song Yuzhi felt extremely amazed.

The sky is vast and will not make people notice its height.

The earth is not thick because it is within reach.

Such a state is much deeper and wider than the unpredictable clouds in the sky.

Originally, I felt that my father, Tiandao, who had never been defeated in his life, would never be defeated this time. Song Yushi had a little uncertainty for the first time.

She felt that this time, maybe, maybe, or, her father would lose.

Moreover, there is no suspense to defeat.

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Knife sharpening hall.

In Songjia Villa, it is actually not very eye-catching.

It can even be called simple.

It was the huge rocks, with edges and corners cut off and built up piece by piece...

Thick, heavy, with a slight sense of wildness, and at first glance, you can plunge into your heart.

The first thing that invades the soul is not this building, but the sharp sword intent that reveals the entire building.

Just like the clouds in the sky, or like the water in the sea, it exudes a high and vast aura all the time.

A person with a keen mind may lose his fighting spirit or be content with a high fighting spirit as soon as he feels this sword intent.

Either surrender or suppress it, there is no second possibility.

Song Que's sword intent was like a lofty sky, and no second emotion was allowed for people to appear.

When Song Yuzhi arrived at the mountain city, he had been greeted by someone. He asked about some things in a verbal way, and he looked very intimate.

Yang Lin guessed that it might be because he saw him coming alone with her, which represented many things. Therefore, Song Yuzhi's identity or status had a strange change.

Because he also saw Song Shidao, Song Zhi and Song Lu, the real power factions, greeted him with extremely grand etiquette, and the chariots and military formations were welcomed for more than twenty miles. The accompanying senior officials and serving beautiful women was the real etiquette of treating the lord of a country.

However, even so, Song Que still didn't come out.

Everyone tacitly understood that no one, including Yang Lin, mentioned this matter.

Because, both Song Zhi, Song Lu, and Yang Lin himself know it.

The world's number one sword hand, who is like a heavenly man, holding a heavenly sword, is actually waiting for him.

Wait for a battle that may happen, or may not happen.

At the same time, the end of this battle may represent the future destination of the twenty prefectures in Lingnan.

It looks very important, but it is very funny to think about it.

Although some people do not agree with this in their hearts, no one dares to object.

On this land, Song Que is the only god.

…………………………

Wait until Yang Lin stepped into the knife sharpening hall in one step.

He realized that he had guessed wrongly.
Chapter completed!