The room itself is just ordinary, but the layout inside is extraordinary, revealing the royal atmosphere and majesty everywhere.
The furnishings are very simple, but very gorgeous. The tables and chairs made of fine sandalwood are carefully carved with different patterns and decorated with gold threads. A few sticks of agarwood are placed on the rosewood table and lit, giving off a good smell.
smell.
At this time, Di Yun was sitting on a chair in the room, but his face was not very pretty.
Those great masters were not there, there were only the three spiritual sea powerhouses in front of him.
The woman in Tsing Yi looked pale, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed lightly. It was obvious that there were stains of blood on her handkerchief.
"Miss Luo, how are you? I have the Guiyuan Pill, please take it quickly."
Seeing this, Di Yun quickly took out a bottle of elixir from the Sumeru Ring and was about to hand it to the woman in green.
Luo Baijun, the woman in green clothes, raised her hand to block the elixir that was delivered, and declined: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but I only hurt my heart and lungs. It's not a problem. I can adjust my breath and it will be fine."
Having said that, she was still scared. Fortunately, she retreated when she saw that the situation was not good. Otherwise, she would definitely have suffered more than this injury.
At this time, the middle-aged man holding the sword, who had been silent all this time, frowned and said, "Are those two people really so powerful? That's just the old man. Where did this young man come from?"
"Why do you care about so many people? When our people from Tianyun Kingdom are gathered together, His Highness the Crown Prince will give an order. No matter who they are, there are so many of us, and they will be chopped into meat paste for them." The big man said nonchalantly.
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The middle-aged man holding the sword was a little dissatisfied and retorted: "How can it be so simple?"
The two quarreled about this matter, and Luo Baijun watched silently without saying a word...
"Okay, I have my own plans, please go ahead, my lords."
Listening to the quarrel between the two, Di Yun was a little upset, but he couldn't express his dissatisfaction with the Linghai powerhouse, so he had to issue an eviction order.
Seeing that he was not in a good mood, the three of them didn't say much and went back to their rooms to practice.
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At the same time, Wei Zong was also sitting cross-legged in a superior room.
To him, what just happened was nothing more than a farce. Neither the Han family nor the royal family was in his eyes, and it was not worth mentioning at all.
What really concerned him was the young man holding the sword. He was a good young man, but unfortunately he didn't have a famous teacher to guide him. He couldn't bear to see such swordsman geniuses wasting their time and wasting their talents. He wanted to give him some advice, so he deliberately released it just now.
I believe he has noticed it.
If he is smart enough, he should come to find him now. If he cannot even understand this, he can only blame him for not having enough opportunities and he deserves to be mediocre.
Boom, boom, boom!
A crisp and rhythmic knocking sounded, neither loud nor quiet, neither slow nor urgent, showing the strong force control skills of the knocker.
"Come in."
Wei Zong didn't move and said calmly.
squeak--
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Qing Heng and his maid walked in with some restraint.
"sit."
Wei Zong pointed lightly at the chair in front of him and motioned for the two of them to sit down.
Qing Heng, who had always behaved very calmly before, was a little restrained at this time. The man in front of him looked like a young man. But based on his performance just now, he was sure that the opponent was definitely not as simple as Tiangang Realm.
Maybe there is another old monster in the game world, so it is better to have a little respect for these seniors.
As for his maid, although she didn't know what Wei Zong was so good about, seeing how restrained his young master was, she couldn't help but become nervous.
Seeing Qing Heng's restrained look, Wei Zong was a little unhappy and shouted: "A swordsman would rather break than bend, and would rather die than surrender. What does it look like to be timid?"
After drinking it, Qing Heng shuddered. He suddenly realized, yes, this senior is here to give him guidance, not to harm him. What's so scary?
Thinking about it, the original nervousness disappeared. He regained his previous calmness and looked directly at Wei Zong.
Wei Zong nodded and said: "That's true. If you are still like that just now, go back to where you came from. I don't teach cowards."
Qing Heng was ashamed, this senior was really straightforward.
Immediately afterwards, he heard Wei Zong ask: "What do you think a sword is?"
Qingheng thought for a moment and replied: "For me, the sword is a friend."
Gently touching the long black sheath sword in his hand, his eyes showed rare tenderness, and continued: "I can feel that the sword is alive. Every time I fight, I feel that what I am holding is not a weapon, but a weapon."
It’s a friend fighting alongside me.”
After listening to his words, Wei Zong admired him, saying that this boy is indeed a clear-minded swordsman and has a high affinity with the sword.
After spending a long time with him, his sword has become somewhat spiritual.
Thinking about it, Wei Zong nodded and shook his head. Seeing Qing Heng's expression of confusion, Wei Zong explained: "You are right, but you are also wrong. There is nothing wrong with treating the sword as a friend, but don't forget that the sword,
It is a weapon of killing. No matter what you think it is, killing is the most important thing."
Seeing Qing Heng's hesitation, Wei Zong explained seriously: "Don't think what I said is too extreme. No matter what kind of swordsmanship you practice, the ultimate goal is to achieve more efficient lethality. Everything else is
Imaginary.
Some people may have been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for many years and have a very profound understanding of the sword, but if I strike with the sword and they die, what's the use?
Therefore, this is the problem with your kendo. You cherish your sword too much, so much that you can’t bear to use it to kill people. How can kendo without killing be considered kendo?”
After talking, Qing Heng was thoughtful. He was a little touched and seemed to understand something.
Even his ancestor was full of praise for his talent in swordsmanship, saying it was the best in the dynasty in so many years, and his previous training had been overwhelming. I thought that comprehending the sword's intention was just something he could easily pick up, but who knew he was stuck here.
But he was unwilling to comprehend other artistic conceptions at will and seek a breakthrough. He only wanted to comprehend his own sword intention.
This is his stubbornness as a swordsman.
So, he left his hometown and traveled around the mainland, seeing all kinds of scenery and things.
He has been happy, sad, and happy. Over the past few years, his state of mind has improved a lot, but he just can't comprehend the sword intention.
In order to understand the meaning of the sword, he almost went crazy.
But he didn't expect that the reason why he couldn't understand the meaning of the sword was just because he didn't kill people?
Yes, ever since he discovered that his sword was spiritual, he gradually began to treat the sword not as a sword, but as his friend, and he cherished it more and more. Later, he couldn't even bear to see this sword as his own.
My friend got a little bloody. Although he always held the sword, it was just holding it. He didn't even use the sword in fighting now, and the murderous sword turned into a decoration in his hands.
Glancing at the long sword in his hand, Qing Heng said softly: "Old friend, it's my fault. I never understood what you wanted, but now I understand."
As if she understood what he said, the sword trembled slightly and made an excited buzzing sound.
Seeing that Qing Heng had already understood, Wei Zong waved his hand and signaled him to leave.