第三十八章(6/11)

一个人物，一位手持半截残剑的中年男子，我不认识眼前这个男子，但看到这把残剑，我下意识地内心狂跳，瞳孔急剧收缩，记忆起残剑乌木为当今天下最可怕的兵器，乌木为岐山老道横骨，残剑为落榜书生单纯笔，莫非眼前这个沧桑男子就是落榜书生单纯笔？
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           “落榜书生？”
                                                                                                                                                                我问了，问得很虔诚，对方是长辈，我不能直呼其名，记得很久很久以前就听说过单纯笔三个字，可以说，如雷贯耳，小孩夜哭，只要说出“单纯笔”三个字，即时止哭。
                                                                                                                                                                男子语气异常和缓：“大将军威名远播，我还以为是一个虎背熊腰，身长八尺的中年壮汉，没想是一个斯文青年，真是后生可畏啊。”
                                                                                                                                                                我能听出来，中年男子默认了自己的身份，我对他这份冷静与平静感到无比的压力，这是自信的表现，只有对自己的实力充满信心，面对敌人时才能平静。
                                                                                                                                                                我也平静，我也对自己的实力充满信心，更重要的是，我早已把生死置之度外，一个人不怕死，有时候也能冷静地面对敌人。
                                                                                                                                                                “我们开始吧。”
                                                                                                                                                                我冷冷地说，此时此刻，多余的话都令我厌恶，我是大将军，跟对手多说一句话，似乎都是心虚的表现，我忘却了对手是威震江湖的武功高手。
                                                                                                                                                                “好。”
                                                                  

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