Jianfeng Senior Brother Shen Qingyue was born with sword bones and lost his father at the age of five. He was the most difficult person to mess with in the entire Qingyun Sect. He didn't smile, he didn't say a word, and the birds on Jian Peak didn't fall to him. Everyone knows that he will be the number one swordsman in the future, and no one knows that when he cleans his sword, he always stops three inches from the base of the blade - that's where his father broke the sword.
Wen Zhuo, the young master of the Wen family, is a once-in-a-century genius in Fu Xiu. His sister is the current head of the Wen family. He is extremely talented, has a vicious mouth and a ruthless hand, and does not show favor to anyone. Others said, "Wen Zhuo was mean to everyone, but he only ran to Jianfeng." When he heard this, he just laughed, and then hung him upside down on a tree with a talisman.
One is as cold as a sword tempered with frost, and the other is as strong as a talisman dipped in fire. It seems impossible to hit it with eight poles.
But when Shen Qingyue was practicing his sword, Wen Zhuo squatted on the stone next to him and drew talismans. Everyone does their own thing, and sometimes they don't say a word for an entire afternoon. Shen Qingyue sheathed his sword and passed by. He bent down to pick up Wen Zhuo's fallen cinnabar pen and put it back to the inkstone. Wen Zhuo raised his head and said, "Thank you, senior brother", and Shen Qingyue said "hmm". For three years, no one has asked a question.
Only the people in Jianfeng know that the third move of Senior Brother's sword is always half a breath slower. The half breath was neither long nor short, just enough for a person to jump off the stone and catch up with him. Only Wen Zhuo himself knew that every time he finished drawing the talisman, he was not in a hurry to leave. He would always wait until Shen Qingyue put away his sword before standing up.
Both men are waiting. No one said what they were waiting for.
Until the battle at Blood Crow Ridge. When the magic knife struck down, Shen Qingyue stood in front of Wen Zhuo, and the sword bone on his right shoulder was cracked by half an inch. Wen Zhuo pressed his wound, his hands shaking. Shen Qingyue looked at him and said, "Why are you shaking?"
Wen Zhuo didn't answer.
Because he couldn't say "I'm afraid you will die." If you say so, you lose.
Shen Qingyue didn't say anything either. His words "I'm afraid you'll be standing alone again" have been in his mouth for three years and he has never spit them out.
The two of them were like this, one was holding back and the other was tensing up, whoever spoke first would be broken first.
But Feng knew that the half breath he took in the third move was because he was waiting for someone to follow him.
Shitou also knew that the scrap talisman paper stained with cinnabar in his sleeve had been folded and not thrown away for three years.
Concept: From "one person can carry it" to "people can stand next to it"