The two wooden swords suddenly advanced and retreated, clashing continuously in mid-air at a dizzying speed, making rapid and dull sounds. The sword wind surged back and forth, and the surrounding peach trees and apricots fell like rain.
Suddenly, both sides holding swords retreated at the same time, with their backs against the tree trunks, and then rushed forward. The two swords collided hundreds of times, and they suddenly came closer. The two swords were tightly locked together, making a rattling sound.
After a few breaths of stalemate, Zikari's sword spun rapidly, turned and struck straight. Lao Ma retreated along with the opponent's sword, and stabbed back with his backhand. "Tuk! Tuk! Tuk -" The two sides switched offense and defense, the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, circling the lush vegetation.
As I walked around the brocaded garden, wisps of dust rose from the ground from time to time.
After a series of thrusts, the two swords suddenly rushed up and kept approaching. The tips of the two swords collided in the air with a bang, creating a gap as big as a grain of rice.
The two swords separated at the first touch and each was withdrawn.
"That's it for today." Lao Ma lowered his wooden sword.
"Yes." Zhikari Zhen raised his wooden sword, put the blade of the sword against his forehead, and performed a swordsman's etiquette seriously.
Lao Ma was silent for a moment, then glanced at Zhi Kaizhen with a complex expression: "Your Majesty, I taught you the sword for twenty days, and you can learn everything you need to learn. I will go to Wang Changshi and return the overcharged honey jade.
Let him hire someone else." He threw down the wooden sword, hesitated, and turned to leave.
"Teacher, please stay for now." Zhikarizhen followed quickly, "Forgive the students, but there seems to be unfinished meaning in the teacher's words. I wonder if I can tell you directly?"
Lao Ma kept walking and frowned: "I've said it several times, I'm not your teacher, and you're not my student. It's just a transaction at best. There are many swordsmen in Jiankang City, you can find them
A better teacher."
Zhikarizhen held his sword and bowed, but did not answer. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his chest and back were soaked, and he did not wipe it off.
Lao Ma looked at him and strode away. After leaving the garden, he turned around and saw Zhikari Zhenwu standing in the shade of the tree, bowing to see him off, his posture not moving at all.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and the wooden sword was held in the boy's arms, upright, silent and aloof, shining with a cluster of golden sunset.
Lao Ma stopped and stood silently as well. As dusk grew, the sword he dropped lay quietly in the grass. When the wind blew, it was submerged by the waves of grass.
He cursed in a low voice, then suddenly turned back and slapped the tree trunk hard, causing the branches to tremble: "Your Majesty, what do you want to know?"
Zhi Kaizhen said in a deep voice: "You said I know everything I should learn, but what about the things I shouldn't learn?"
Lao Ma randomly brushed off the fallen flowers on his body: "Your Majesty, you are a delicate person, and you are different from me, a ruthless person like me who licks blood with a knife. Those who shouldn't learn, what's the point of asking?"
"You are wrong." Zhikarizhen raised his head and slowly raised the sword across his chest, "In front of this sword, there has never been any distinction between high and low."
Lao Ma stared straight at him, a strange light flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't help snorting coldly: "That's because you are lucky enough to say such ridiculous things. Famous swords, good teachers, secrets, elixirs
Medicine... which one is not at your fingertips? Have you ever tasted the feeling of kneeling down and begging for help in order to learn a move?"
Zhikarizhen looked at Lao Ma and said: "Such a person will definitely stand up one day."
Lao Ma was stunned, and then let out a harsh sneer: "After all, he is just a young man, daydreaming! In this bullshit world, once you kneel, you can only kneel for the rest of your life. Want to stand up? It would be great if you can crawl!"
He seemed unwilling to say any more, so he picked up the wooden sword on the ground with his tiptoes and held it, with a sword-like edge flashing in his eyes, "Want to learn something that shouldn't be learned? Can you do it?"
"Please give me some advice." Zhikari Zhenmu sword was raised and pointed slowly at the other party.
"Come on, go back to the previous move!" Lao Ma sneered and slashed with his sword.
"Boom -" The two wooden swords met again and were pressed against each other tightly. Zhi Shou really wanted to turn his wrists and change moves as he did before. With a "click" sound, Lao Ma's wooden sword broke on its own, and Lao Ma's hand
Holding the smaller half of the sword, he pierced it straight through, stabbing Zikari in the chest and knocking him away far away.
"Bang!" Zhikari hit a thick tree trunk, and his back was in pain. He propped himself up with his sword, and there was another heartbreaking pain in his chest. Under the surging energy and blood, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of hot blood.<
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"Come on, continue!" Lao Ma rushed towards him like an eagle, his broken sword stirred up a roaring air wave, and stabbed Zhikarizhen's lower abdomen.
Zhikarizhen squatted on the ground, raised his wooden sword and pointed it at Lao Ma's left rib, relying on the length of the sword to force him back. Lao Ma ignored him and rushed forward with his sword, "Bang!" The tip of the wooden sword hit him first.
A bloody hole was stabbed in Lao Ma's left rib. Lao Ma turned his body slightly to one side and did not change his momentum. He allowed the wooden sword to tear open his left rib and tear open a large piece of bloody flesh.
In an instant, he bullied Zhikaruzhen, and swept across with his broken sword. Zhikaruzhen was unable to return his sword in time, and was thrown away, with blood beads flying all the way. Before Zhikarizhen could catch his breath, Lao Ma approached him again, and cut off a small portion of his sword.
It was like a dagger stabbing wildly, fast and hard, without any tricks, just like a street gang fight. Zhikarizhen was hit more than ten times in an instant, and blood spattered from his sides, lower abdomen, and arms.
"Learn! Don't you want to learn?" Lao Ma attacked fiercely, with no intention of giving up. Zhikari Zhenzhen waved his sword in pain, and the wooden sword passed through the arc, sealing the opponent's heavy attack like a rainstorm.
"Not yet?" Lao Ma raised his arm, and received a hard blow on his elbow. He clamped the wooden sword forcefully, thrust out the broken sword, and inserted it into Jikarima's shoulder.
Blood spattered out, Zhikarima groaned in pain, and the wooden sword hung down involuntarily. Lao Ma immediately turned around, leaned into Zhikarima's arms, twisted the wooden sword in his elbow, turned the handle upside down, and inserted it with a "puff"
Support the true ribs, going straight into half an inch.
"You still don't know how?" Lao Ma shouted sharply, "What is a sword? It's a sword for you, but for me? It's just a killing technique!"
Zhi Shou was suddenly shocked, as if he had some realization.
Lao Ma firmly held the hilt of the sword and said expressionlessly: "Even in the Yu Clan, I have never seen such talent in swordsmanship as you. Your sword even has Taoism and is better than mine. Is it useful? Yours
Is practicing kendo as easy as eating, drinking, and breathing? On a life-and-death battlefield, when tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of people are rushing towards you, a half-skilled kendo will only die faster!
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He turned around and faced Zhikarizhen: "Facing opponents weaker than you, you can easily defeat them with your sword skills. But when you encounter someone stronger than you, your sword skills can only lead to death. You have to fight for life and death."
No chance at all!"
He shook his head in disappointment: "You cherish your life too much. Is life really more important than a sword?"
Zhikari looked at him blankly: "Is the sword more important than life?"
"You only have one choice like this. If you make the wrong choice, you will be on your knees forever." Lao Ma murmured, with a trace of pain on his face. "Only at the moment of life and death, will you know whether you are going to die or not?"
Sword."
Zhikarizhen lowered his head and stared at the blood drops dripping from the sword. He gritted his teeth suddenly and stepped forward. The wooden sword went deep with a "puff", penetrated the back, and a section emerged.
The two men's noses met in an instant. Zhikarima moved his left hand, and the emerging sword tip was broken with a sound. He held it in his hand and pierced Lao Ma's vest.
The corners of Lao Ma's eyes twitched, and he asked in a harsh voice: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
"Death-fighting swordsmanship." Zhikarizhen gasped, let go of his hand, and slowly sat down on the ground.
Lao Ma stood quietly, his eyes shining brightly in the dark night. After a long time, he tore off his clothes, tied the wound, and walked away step by step.
Zhikarizhen stood up with difficulty, holding on to the tree trunk, holding his sword and bowing in salute.
Under the night, the figures of the two people are getting farther and farther apart.
"I have nothing more to teach you."
"Teacher, the killing technique is also swordsmanship."
In the dark and empty garden, sounds drifted far away, and then drifted far away, like two tiny fireflies, flickering lonely and silently.