The wind at night is very calm.

Jinggan tossed and turned all night and stayed awake.

Similarly, the next day, Master Qiao was still sitting in the hall and boasting about benevolence and righteousness, but today, Ma Jun looked like a different person, with a solemn look on his face.

He said nothing on the way back. When he arrived at his residence, he was still a little angry when he saw the scholar.

"Captain Ma, I didn't hide it from you on purpose!"

"I know!"

Ma Jun thought carefully, looked at the big tree beside him and said, "Xiucai, I guess this Master Qiao needs something from us!"

"It's rare for a horse leader to realize his wisdom."

"Xiucai, you...oh, forget it!"

Similarly, Jingqian also came out of the house worried, his eyes were red and swollen, it was obvious that he had not slept well.

"Selling knives! Selling knives..."

At this time, a shouting sound came from a distance, as if it was in the valley.

Jing Gan immediately perked up, the knife seller, the knife seller the blacksmith said.

However, Xiucai and Ma Jun all felt that it was commonplace to sell knives, which was rare in recent years. The price was just a little lower than that of a blacksmith shop.

Listening to the sound of selling knives fading away, Jing Qian couldn't help but said: "Xiucai, Ma Datong, let me go and have a look!"

After saying that, he ran down the mountain.

On the road between the two mountains, I saw a man and a horse, carrying a frame on the horse's back.

What's strange is that when heard from the top of the mountain, the sound seems to be getting farther and farther away, but the people seem to be spinning in circles.

How is this possible? There are no other people nearby. Could it be that ghosts are attacking the wall? Impossible. It is broad daylight and some birds and beasts are still flying.

When the three of them finally reached the road, they looked up at the cliffs on both sides. The man had already reached the top of the mountain, stroking his beard and laughing.

How did he get up? Although he is not old, he is not young anymore. Even if he is a young man, it is such a high cliff.

Jingqian guessed that this must be the knife seller that the blacksmith mentioned that day!

"Hey! Senior who sells knives on the mountain, can you let us negotiate a price?"

No one was seen, but a disembodied voice came: "There is no end to the mountain, so I sincerely seek a good knife."

There is no end to the road, do you really want a good knife?

What he wanted to tell me was that there was no way to go on this cliff, but where was the way? He didn't see one at all, and Jinggan was immediately at a loss.

"Senior, if you are sincere in selling knives, why do you have to be so high and mighty?"

The cliff in front of me would be difficult for even Jinggan, a man with mediocre martial arts skills, to climb up.

The man on the mountain took off his knife rest and sharpened his knife on the cliff. The sound was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if a mighty soldier was pressing down on the situation, and then he suddenly overcame the danger. After one set, the sound of the knife gradually became brighter, as if it was a victory. Cheers afterwards.

Jingqian carefully pondered the beauty of this knife music, and the road was endless.

He suddenly realized it and immediately walked to the cliff and started searching. The scholar and Ma Jun on the side just looked at him helplessly like a madman.

"Found it!"

Jingqian opened a rattan barrier, and just like the narrow mouth of Sisi Mountain, a dangerous but smooth road appeared in front of him.

Jinggan strode forward happily, and the sound of sharpening the knife seemed to penetrate into his heart. Every few steps he took, he could feel the fear of war and the joy of victory from the sound of the knife, and then he heard the sound of the knife again. There is an air of sadness, lamenting the impermanence of the world, and blaming God for injustice.

As he got closer to the top of the cliff, Jing Gan could feel a kind of power, which was like thousands of troops merging into his heart, ready to explode.

He closed his eyes and said excitedly: "Listen!"

The two scholars from Ma Jun followed closely behind, looking at each other and smiling. They didn't understand where Jing Gan's enthusiasm came from, but they felt that his madness was not what he used to be.

"Knife, no matter how big or small, no matter how wide or narrow it is!"

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Jing Gan felt that the depression of the past few days had been blown away by the breeze on the top of the cliff. The man on the top of the mountain still turned the knife in his hand and polished it with enjoyment, occasionally talking to himself. language.

Jing Gan couldn't bear to disturb the peace. When Ma Jun and Xiucai arrived at the top of the mountain, he quickly turned around and touched his lips with his index finger. Then he nodded and seriously felt this unique elegance in his opinion.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the sound of sharpening the knife finally stopped.

"Sir, what kind of knife did you use just now?"

The knife seller picked out an ordinary plain knife from the side and said, "This is the knife!"

Jingqian was shocked: "Oh? That long lingering sound just now came from it?"

"Exactly! Knife

No matter how big or small, in the eyes of the people it is slaughter, in the hands of generals it is war, in the hearts of warriors it is life, but the emperor disdains it!"

Jing Qian didn't know what he meant. Why did the emperor disdain it? Didn't swords belong to power?

Just as he was about to speak, the knife seller burst out laughing: "You, you! If the sword is power, why can a soldier change the world without even seeing a bloody edge?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

The sword seller said: "In the past, Zhang Yi helped King Hui defeat Gongsun, and later Su Qin defeated Da Qi alone. The purpose of this was to put down the sword in his heart!"

The scholar was shocked when he heard this from behind and said in a voiceless voice: "Zonghengshu?"

Jingqian deliberately pretended to be deaf and mute and did not hear what the scholar accidentally said.

He continued to ask: "Sir, what you mean is really profound. Many years ago, I met a blacksmith, and he promised me a future promise. He said that he would fulfill his promise when he met a knife seller. Isn't he sir?"

The knife seller put the knife away in his backpack and laughed loudly: "Young man, it is right to believe. If you believe too much, you will be punished! If you trust people too much, how do you know whether I am good or bad?"

After that, he took a wooden frame from his horse, opened it, took out a chessboard, laid it flat on the stone slab, and took out two cups from the bag and placed them on the chessboard.

Game board? Who is the knife seller? Knife sellers? What he sells is not knives at all, what he sells is the universe!

Jing Qian was in awe. In his eyes, the knife seller's so-called "selling knives" was just a pretense.

"Who is sir?"

The man was silent for a long time. He opened the cup box and took out a black stone, which fell on the chessboard. He raised his hand and took out another black stone, raised it in the air and said, "Guigumen, Tian Yuanzi!"

Jingqian also sat at the other end of the chessboard, opened the cup box and took out a white stone and said: "Sir, please teach me!"

Tian Yuanzi stroked his beard, cleared the chessboard and said with a smile: "You hold up the white pieces, I hold the black pieces, the chess pieces fall on the grid and interact with each other, and the territory is surrounded to capture the pieces. You will win with great momentum! The momentum is Qi!"

"Position?"

"Position!"

Tian Yuanzi said, raising his hand to invite Jinggan to play first. Jinggan, who knew nothing about Go, had a blank look on his face and looked at the vertical and horizontal grids on the board.

Tian Yuanzi invited again: "Baizi goes first, please!"

The scholar watched with fascination. According to what he understood, the theory of first move is now different. There are black ones and white ones.

Jing Qian looked at the empty chessboard and didn't know where it would fall. Finally, he looked at the huge chessboard and dropped the white piece in his hand into Tianyuan.

Tian Yuanzi laughed, shook his head and said: "It is easy to defend but difficult to attack because of your heart and destiny, just like when I first entered the teacher!"

Due to the destiny, Jing Qian's heart ached. He had not been favored by God since he was a child. Even when he was naked, God gave the best to Ma Jun.
Chapter completed!