Chapter 1115 The River Flows Through the Ages, and the World Is Vicissitudes
The surging river has the tombs of four-thousand-year-old heroes, and how many bones are buried in the green hills on both sides of the bank. The fires of burning and killing cannot be washed away, and the blood of thieves and bandits cannot be shed.
The old man held the stern of the boat, and the white-haired man stood at the bow.
An arrow sampan sailed down the river from Jindu in Yuzhou, drifting and swaying, leaving Sichuan and entering Hunan, carrying Sedum back to Dongting.
He disembarked in Baling, a prosperous place with great human atmosphere.
Jingtian had already heard about the reputation of Baling swordsman Fan Xiwen, and wanted to go to Yueyang Tower to have a look.
This gentleman became famous at a young age because of his outstanding literary talent and superb swordsmanship. Now he is famous throughout the country. He relies on his self-cultivation and governance and his protection. His ancestor Fan Lubing once served as the prime minister of the previous dynasty. He had an extraordinary family background and was well-known. The previous dynasty fell, and the Fan family followed suit.
The general trend of the world is to abandon literature and practice swordsmanship
, raised his children carefully, and after more than a hundred years, he gave birth to the amazingly talented Fan Xiwen. A sixty years ago, Fan Xiwen moved to Baling with his friend Teng Zijing, where the latter two acted chivalrously, cleared up political affairs, and concentrated on business for ten years.
In the end, all businesses prospered and gained great popularity, so Teng Zijing rebuilt Yueyang Tower, and Fan Xiwen wrote the story of Yueyang Tower, which became a good story.
The reputation of Baling Swordsman has been rumored for decades. He lives in seclusion outside the city. He still goes to Yueyang Tower from time to time to drink wine and compose poems, and enjoy himself. Whenever foreigners come to Yuezhou, they must come to the tower to pay homage and view the Yueyang Tower stone tablet. Maybe they are lucky enough.
You can get a glimpse of the real person.
When Jingtian first arrived in Yuezhou City, he felt that the people here were cheerful and different from other places. There were many shops and pedestrians were walking around, making it very prosperous. You should know that the world is in chaos now, and people may be hiding in the mountains, or they may be in a sect, or they may be in a frenzy and disappear.
Some even gather in the mountains and forests to cause harm to one party, and even wander around without knowing where to stay.
Four or five times out of ten, the old man cannot concentrate on his business, the fields are deserted and the market is ruined, the workers are busy while the common people are in ruins, the roads are covered with corpses but no one knows how to bury them, the cattle and sheep all starve to death and no one knows how to feed them, the harvest of grain and grass is exhausted, and the age is
It is absolutely impossible for a great famine to cause natural disasters and bring about man-made disasters.
He walked down the street to Yueyang Tower. Before he reached the Dongting Lake, he could already hear the clanging sound of sword fighting resounding through the streets.
Jingtian's cultivation has been exhausted, but his knowledge is still extraordinary. He heard two swords fighting each other, and the swords chanted incessantly. At first, they just felt mixed together, but after listening carefully, they became clearer. One is clear and the more rapid, like rain hitting a copper bell, and the other is
Dumb and dull, like an old ox plowing a plow. "Notes on Wenjian" left by the ancestors of the Shenjian Sect says that the sword chanter has four tones and sixteen tones.
It is said that the four tones are clear, flat, dull and absolutely, which are the Qi of wielding a sword. The four tones complement each other and there are sixteen tones, which are: sharp, bright and sharp, clear and comfortable, slow and dry, smooth, slow and quiet, and slightly strange.
The sword is the power of the sword. Listen to the way of the sword, observe its Qi, hear its power, know the flow of yin and yang, and understand the changes in movement and stillness. In this way, you can clearly distinguish between victory and defeat, and there will be no mistakes.
Since he knew that the two swords were fighting each other, the one who was quick and clear had the upper hand, and when he heard the voices of the crowd in the distance rejoicing, he couldn't help but be surprised. Could this be some senior who was giving guidance on practice? Otherwise, why would there be such a momentum?
When he walked to the lakeside, he saw people scattered in groups, some standing under the shade, some overlooking the pavilions, some looking into the pavilions, or standing on the cliffs of the embankment. There were always thousands of people standing there.
, it was quite lively. The two sword fighting men were facing each other.
In the sky in the Dongting, there is a man in linen clothes and cloth shoes, who looks like a businessman in the market. He is wielding a three-foot metal iron, but he is leisurely and content.
Falling at a disadvantage.
Jingtian couldn't help but be curious, but he was too shy to ask, so he watched alone.
The people around him asked with a smile. The guest looked strange. Could it be his first time in Baling?
"Exactly." Jingtian followed the situation and asked, "Where did those two sword fights come from?"
"One is a candy cake seller in Fenghua Lane, and the other is an evil cultivator in Pusheng Temple."
Jingtian immediately understood that this world was different from the previous dynasty. Nowadays, real people do not show their faces. Don't think that the poor people selling cakes in ordinary alleys are not as good as the real cultivators in Taoist temples. In the past four hundred years, the Dharma has been spread to the world, and the world has changed.
How many talented people are buried in the countryside and working in the fields?
Even if you are poor, you will not change your happiness. This is a big helping hand, and it is a force that both good and evil must fight for no matter what. If you get it right, you can resist the devil, if you get it evil, it will be a big disaster. Sincerely the greatness of the country
It is a tool. Therefore, those who can carry out great righteousness can sweep the world without any disadvantage. For example, those who have attained the Dao will be helped a lot.
However, Jingtian still has one question, "Why are these two fighting swords here?"
"A month ago, Mr. Fan Xiwen led three hundred swordsman disciples to search the Universal Monument and uncovered more than thirty-six Shinto cultists and evil disciples. These evil cultivators are known to cheat and cheat, and they are used to pretending to be gods and ghosts, and so on.
His tricks caused everyone to panic and collide with the gods, or suffer misfortune. Therefore, Mr. Fan wanted to break the
If the enemy is brave enough, they will invite people from the market to give personal guidance, and then order them to fight swords with evil cultivators in front of everyone, to see if their so-called gods will save them, to see if their so-called magical powers and spells can defeat the flying swords of mortals.
.Those thirty-six people fight every three days, and the loser will be beheaded. Seven of them have been beheaded now."
"Have any of those people in the market been defeated?"
"No one is invincible." The idle man stroked his chest and smiled, looking very happy.
When Jingtian heard this, he was deeply shocked and thought to himself: "The world is in ruins now, but there is such a righteous man who can unite all the people and protect the peace of the land and water. The more dangerous the situation, the more heroic he will be."
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It is true that all my magic power is lost now, but my limbs are still sound. Since my hands and feet are still there, I can still hold the sword. How can I be despondent and waste my years? Besides, I still have to save Nightshade, how can I just fail to recover? "
He immediately picked up his mood and worked hard. He did not stay in Baling. He left the city that day and headed east along the river. He slept and ate in the open air along the way. He never left his hand with the sword day and night, practicing painstakingly. With the methods he used now, he could still deal with ordinary wild beasts in the mountains.
In a difficult situation, not to mention fighting with swordsmanship monks, a ten-year-old child in Yuzhou city could easily kill Jingtian.
Although he no longer has a trace of magic power and practices only mortal martial arts, his spirit becomes better and better every day. It should be noted that with a sharp blade in his hand, courage comes from his own. A hero is not invincible in the world, but there is a beginning and an end. After all the storms, he will survive.
Those who are not discouraged will be punished.
From Baling to the east, watch the surging river, dance swords near the shore, catch lice and fish when hungry, drink the river water when thirsty, lie down when exhausted, get up and travel again. Sleep in the open day and night, silently meeting people, not entering the city, focusing on
Wei Jian has fought with packs of wolves at night, been plagued by illness, screamed on cliffs, been miserable, and paid no attention to pain and joy. He walked along the river from day to night, and it was more than a month before he knew it.
One day, I went outside Huangzhou City, and it rained heavily at night. I slept on a green pine tree, covered my roof with bamboo strips, and slept in my box.
A thief chased a guest into the forest with the intention of committing evil deeds.
Jingtian was startled by the sound of sword fighting, so he quietly took off the bamboo strips and looked at them sideways.
The thief is seven feet tall, with a broad body and a fat head, and a stupid face. He uses a two-pronged fork made of copper essence from the South China Sea mixed with Tianyan iron. It can make thunderous sounds, and when it comes out, wind and fire will follow it. It is very powerful. The guest is a weak one.
To make women flow
A pair of water-splitting thorns are made from jade, frost and moonstone from the Western Regions. They have a faint glow and are covered with gold and broken jade, but they can't blow away ashes. However, his swordsmanship is not impressive, so he is at a disadvantage. He is already surrounded by dangers before he even gets out of the way.
During the confrontation between the two people, they talked a lot, so we can know the whole story. It turns out that there are frequent bandits in the vicinity of Huangzhou. The woman's family fled in a hurry the day before yesterday. Unexpectedly, the bandits were patrolling outside. The head of the family ordered everyone to scatter and run for their lives, but the stupid fat man The thief gets interested in seeing the situation and secretly follows him to pursue him, so there is this difficulty.
Jingtian's cultivation was all over the place, but his eyesight was still first-rate and his eyes were venomous. He could easily spot the flaw in the traitor's sword skills. If he could still control the flying sword, he could decapitate the enemy with one move.
He is a chivalrous and courageous man who will never sit idly by and watch injustice, and would rather die than do so.
But nowadays, it takes a lot of effort to save people.
The thief used a double-stranded fork to move like flying. He saw that his opponent was trapped on the left and right. A pair of water-splitting thorns had been deployed at the same time. The whole body was wide open. He only had to push back the double thorns and he could capture him alive. Suddenly, he heard the stone. The stone whined, and he flinched away, but the stone hit the Yunmen point on his left shoulder, with force that penetrated the bone marrow. He immediately screamed, and withdrew his forks, he felt a line of Qi in the Taiyin and Lung meridian in his hand. Blocked, unable to turn over, immediately frightened.
"Who?! Who doesn't want to die?!"
Sedum remained silent, leaning on the tree without showing any sign of its presence.
The guest was overjoyed to know that a noble man had rescued him. He cheered up, raised his double thorns again, and started to kill the thief indiscriminately.
The thief was helpless, he wanted to leave temporarily, but he was unwilling to do so, so he distracted himself from fighting with the sword while paying attention to his surroundings. His arms were spread out and he was distracted. Unknowingly, a cold thorn cut three feet into his body. It shook and almost killed his head. , I was immediately startled and broke into a cold sweat. Suddenly I came to my senses and heard the sound of stones breaking through the air again.
Shocked, he was hit on the ribs, with a five-inch wound on his ribs, and blood flowed like a stream. He immediately turned around and ran away, never to stay again.
The guest couldn't help but rejoice that he was able to defeat the enemy with Jingtian's help, folded his hands and bowed four times, begging to meet him.
Jingtian said in a muffled voice: "The thief is injured now, but his hands and feet have not been broken. He has all his magical powers. Once he recovers, he will have evil intentions again. If you don't leave quickly, what's the point of staying here?"
When the guest looked around, he saw that there was a black man lying on the branch of the tree, with his face covered with bamboo strips, holding a box and carrying a sword, looking like an old man in the world.
"Senior, this little girl will never forget your kindness in this life. Please leave a mark of respect so that you can repay it later!"
"I don't want any retribution from you, just run away for your life."
"Then please take care, senior. I am just the daughter of Lu's family in Huangzhou. She wants to go north to Bianliang. When we meet again one day, we will have three hundred seats in Fengguang Tower to show our respect!"
Hearing this, Jingtian couldn't help but secretly look at her with admiration. Although this woman was mediocre in swordsmanship, she was very chivalrous in talking and laughing, not inferior to any man in the world. After a second thought, he called her out and said, "Stop."
"Senior, do you have any advice? My little lady is waiting for you."
"Take this book. You can read it when you have time. It will be a great help to your swordsmanship." Jingtian took out the swordsmanship manual from his arms and threw it into the woman's hand. Don't look at the tattered, wet and cover of the book. Although damaged, he summarized the art of swordsmanship along the way and wrote a book of sword practice. If it is said to be precious, it is not a magical secret book, but as an authentic successor, he has a beautiful sword intention in his heart, and every sentence he obtains is like pearls and half. The Jianjing Jing is enough for ordinary people to use it for a lifetime.
"Thank you, senior, I will never forget you, little girl."
Before he finished speaking, a thunderbolt of fire in the forest fell on the old pine tree where Sedum sat, exploding the tree into fragments all over the sky.
Jingtian jumped down and finally landed safely. He immediately told the guests to stay away and not stay any longer.
The thief left and came back, but he found an accomplice to accompany him. Bandits were rampant in this area, roaring in the mountains and forests, so much so.
When the two thieves came, the stupid man saw the guests fleeing and hurriedly wanted to pursue him, but his companions stopped him. The man had a good appearance, seven feet tall, a strong body, a long beard reaching to his chest, and a pair of tiger eyes, which was very powerful, but not like
An ordinary thief, he looks like a hero in troubled times.
"Your Excellency is so majestic. I wonder which fairy mountain you live in? What kind of Taoism do you practice?" The bearded thief cupped his fists and saluted, which was quite polite.
Sedum said nothing, took off the sword from behind, and leaned the wooden box against the roots of an old tree.
The stupid man covered the wound under his ribs and shouted: "You ungrateful old thing! Why don't you answer my brother's question to you? Pretend to be deaf and dumb, and watch me poke your mouth open with a fork!"
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Jingtian never cared about himself and felt sorry for himself. He didn't know that his body was declining and he was regarded as old and decrepit. He was helpless due to the vicissitudes of life. He took off the scabbard, held the rotten iron sword in his hand, and put it into a posture, but it made him laugh in vain. In this world,
Where else can anyone use such mundane sword skills?
The fat thief laughed so hard that his belly trembled, blood flowed from his ribs, and he cried out in pain.
The bearded man waved his hand to silence his companion, with hesitation on his face, "Your Excellency?"
"Okay, you draw your sword." Jingtian said.
The fat thief's eyes widened, he raised his forks and stabbed Jingtian.
The mediocre rotten iron sword couldn't stop the weapon tempered by real fire, and would be shattered upon contact. Sedum had no choice but to move forward.
He retreated no more than a foot, then stepped sideways, passed the forks gently and deftly, and stepped into the encirclement with one step. The tip of his sword touched the two thieves, causing them to retreat without a fight.
This sword is able to defeat the enemy's courage even before it reaches the body, which really shows his ability.
The long-bearded man appeared to be loyal and kind, but in fact he was cunning. He shouted: "Your Excellency is very capable, but you are not good at dealing with injuries. Let me ask you for advice!" He lifted up the cloud-silk soft iron sword in his sleeve and raised his hand as if to shoot out a dragon.
The air was swimming, soaring into the sky, bursting out thousands of white lights, illuminating the forest with snow-white, frightening insects and ants to run away, and birds flying at night.
Sedum was fascinated by the sword light, and his eyes hurt, so he had to listen carefully. There was a clear sound in front, and a muffled sound in the back. He knew clearly. He immediately turned around after hearing the sound, and there was no time to delay. The sharp sound was a double fork.
, the force is fast, the force is weak, the turn is slow, avoid the center and attack the two wings, the withering sound is a soft iron sword, it jumps freely, moves erratically, it is most difficult to defend, the only way is to dominate it with majestic momentum, and cooperate with the enemy to perish.
Only then can he be forced to turn around.
He kept stepping forward, twisting his body to let his legs cross his back, and approached the palace. The bearded man was so frightened that he returned to defense with his sword and took three steps back.
The fat thief couldn't hold him down one after another, and he couldn't help but feel agitated and screamed strangely. The long-bearded man could see clearly that the man in front of him clearly had no cultivation. However, with his level of swordsmanship, he actually managed to grab a piece with his hand fighting skills.
Shengli is clearly an expert.
Although their gang of bandits have also been cultivating since childhood, most of them are insignificant. In the Taiping years, they were just a group of knights and knights, who were often laughed at by good families. In troubled times, they immediately swarmed up, raided like the wind, committed many evils, and killed many people.
The truth is that if you become a great king one day and end up in a different place from now on, your happiness will not be in vain.
The long-bearded man suddenly wanted to capture this man and bring him back to the water to entertain him. If he was willing to teach him swordsmanship, he would be given a high position. If he refused, he would be tortured and served.
Jing Tianqing knew that this would definitely not be justified, but it was a pity that he was buried in a foreign land and still could not recast the divine sword and save Nightshade.
After a fierce battle, he concentrated on it, and he was sweating profusely and exhausted. It should be noted that when mortals fight, victory or defeat can only happen in a blink of an eye. The mental effort spent here is no different from carrying a heavy load to climb mountains and travel hundreds of miles back and forth. In fact,
It's a very tiring thing.
Seeing that he was weak and unable to dodge, the fat thief wanted to kill him with a fork. The long-bearded man quickly shouted to stop. Just then, a pair of water thorns flew out of the forest and killed the two bandits.
"That little naughty woman is back!" The fat thief was overjoyed. "It's good now. I only heard that the cooked duck flew away, but never saw the duck turn back. How much energy did you save? You just caught it, it's so cool!"
This Lu girl was just invisible for a blink of an eye, but she already had two skills in swordsmanship. She was unable to fight off the thieves. She appeared in the forest, wearing a yellow shirt that was very distinctive, and she hurriedly called Jingtian to escape with her.
Jingtian naturally knew the stakes, so he turned around and grabbed the wooden box containing the fragments of the divine sword, threw it to the woman, and told her to run for her life alone and never look back.
"My benefactor! If we want to leave, we must come together. Am I such a dishonest person?!"
"If you can take this box away, you will repay my kindness. I still want to thank you, so hurry up and leave!"
The woman took the wooden box and gritted her silver teeth tightly. Seeing that she was gradually unable to defeat the combined strength of the two thieves, she hurriedly said: "My dear benefactor, when I master your swordsmanship, I will kill all the Huangzhou thieves."
, take revenge for you!”
She called back the assassin and ran away, but she didn't come back.
Seeing that the fat thief was being humiliated several times, he couldn't help but became furious, became cruel, and was about to stab Sedum to death with his fork.
This sword light was so swift that Jingtian was unable to dodge. Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, he heard the sound of gold weapons clanking. It turned out that it was the long-bearded man who took action to restrain his accomplice.
"You fat bastard, don't you know that the person in front of you is a master of swordsmanship? How dare you be rude!"
"Brother, you are so unreasonable. This poor man is clearly a man with no magic power and is like a pig or a dog. How can you hurt the brotherhood for him?"
"Idiot, don't you talk here, why don't you come with me to meet sir?"
The long-bearded man had a smile on his face, folded his hands and bowed, and sang "Fai Nai" to Jingtian. The fat thief was unwilling to do so, squirming aside, and finally bowed to Jingtian indiscriminately, but his face was very expressionless.
Not good, I pouted so high that I could hang my pants.
Jingtian said: "I know what you are thinking. It's just that with poor abilities like you, it is impossible to reach the level of superior swordsmanship. Even ordinary swordsmanship requires twelve minutes of hard work to achieve even a small success."
The long-bearded man was overjoyed and said, "Please give me some advice, sir. If you get anything from me, I will repay you without hesitation!"
Jingtian knew that he was like a tiger and a wolf, unkind and merciless, but since he was willing to play a false show of affection, it could preserve Jingtian's usefulness, so he acted with him in a show. Moreover, the bandit was also his father.
mother-in-law
, not all of them are heinous. If I can teach one or two wild thieves here, it will be a way to correct the problem. This long-bearded man is very easy to get along with, but the fat thieves still have a bit of naughty spirit, maybe he can be educated.
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The two thieves took Jingtian back to the stronghold to rest. The long-bearded man took the top position in Bailong stronghold. In the early morning of the next day, they gathered the bandits and elected Jingtian as the leader of the stronghold, leading three hundred bandits.
There were still three leaders in the village, each with his own dissatisfaction. Jingtian did not defend himself. He only watched the long-bearded man try his best to appease the brothers, but there were still some twists and turns that were going to happen to him.
"I wonder what the coach's name is?" The person sitting in the second position is a lean man with a tanned face. He is short in stature but not small in spirit. He always has an aggressive attitude when dealing with people and situations.
"No name, no surname."
"We have to have an explanation. Can't we just call him the coach?"
"I like poetry and strong drinks. Just call me nineteen."
All the thieves laughed and ignored the matter.
One day, Jingtian was invited to Juyi Hall to teach the Dharma. He did not want to reveal the profound Dharma secrets, so he talked about some Taoist sayings. Most of them were awkward and difficult to understand. The gangsters were dissatisfied and made a lot of noise.
He made noise and disturbed the dojo. He scolded: "If you don't understand such a principle, what kind of Taoism do you have? What kind of sword practice do you have? If you don't understand, go back and think about it carefully, and don't come to me to do it!"
The long-bearded man crossed his hands in greeting and said: "Teacher Nineteen, it's not because our brothers don't know etiquette, but I really want you to speak in plain language. The children of Bailong Village don't know a lot of Chinese characters, so why don't you teach them some powerful swordsmanship first?"
Immediately tell us to start practicing, which will save the instructor a lot of talk!"
Jingtian knew that he was unable to deal with this, so he could only talk about swordsmanship for a few words. However, he did not teach the flying sword method, and only talked about hand fighting.
"In the past during the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a woman in the Yue Kingdom who lived in dense forests and mountains without speaking to anyone. However, her sword skills were perfected by nature. The king asked about the way of swordsmanship, and he replied: 'The way is very subtle and easy, and the meaning is very dark and profound. The way is there.
Doors also have yin and yang. When doors are opened and closed, yin declines and yang rises. This is the principle of swordsmanship. You must listen. The art of sword control lies in the change of offense and defense. Protect the near and strike the far. In this way, you can defeat the enemy hundreds of miles away.
No one can win."
All the bandits were delighted. Jingtian's words were really off-putting. For thieves like this, it was difficult for them to sit quietly and discuss mysteries. Only the way of sword fighting was what everyone loved, so they scratched their heads at this moment.
With her neck raised to her heels, she wished that Sedum could not stop talking.
Jing Tiancai said a few words and then changed the subject, "I know you are stupid. If you just listen to my empty talk, you will definitely miss the point. Come on, two willing people, come forward and fight with swords, so that I can explain it to you."
The thieves were all excited. Sedum nodded at the fat thief from before and the thin thief next to him, and asked, "What are your two names?"
The fat thief scratched his belly and replied, "The fat family doesn't have a surname, so it's called Maoshan."
The thin thief chuckled and replied, "My name is He Biping. The instructor is polite."
Jingtian nodded, "Maoshan, Biping, is a good name. Okay, you two go outside to fight swords. We can see clearly in the hall. Stop when I tell you to stop. If there is no summons,
Just keep fighting like this, do you understand?"
The fat and thin thieves shouted "Weiwei" repeatedly, then left the Juyi Hall and started fighting in the martial arts field.
Jingtian called all the bandits in the hall to his side and gave them instructions on swordsmanship. He had a bad idea and once again quoted Yue Nu's Sword Theory, "The ancients said, 'The way of fighting with hands is to have spirit on the inside and peace on the outside.
, Seeing her looks like a good woman, snatching it looks like a fearful tiger.' Look at these two people, they grinned when they were fighting swords, and their faces were ugly. Not only did they lose the demeanor of a master, but it was easier for others to find out what was true and what was false."
The long-bearded man asked, "Teacher, this sword fight is just a sword fight. How come it has anything to do with looks?"
The rest were also confused, "That's right, the instructor is trying to trick us?"
Jingtian snorted coldly, "You idiots don't understand the art of sword fighting, yet you dare to talk nonsense? Let me ask you, have you ever played leaf play?"
"That's natural. It's the best pastime on weekdays!"
Ye Zi Opera is a pastime game that has been popular in the previous dynasties. It was improved several times in later generations and was called Ma Diao. After it was introduced to the Western Regions, it was called Poker. Bandits were usually bored, so they liked to gather people to play cards and gamble a few hands, which was very attractive.
Thought it was fun.
"Most of the truths are the same in the world. When you are playing leaf tricks, if your faces are clearly sad and happy, won't your opponents look at you and know the size of the leaves in your hand? How can you not lose?"
When he explained this, these unlearned and unskilled thieves suddenly understood. Seeing that Jingtian knew the trick, he continued to make nonsense, "When fighting swords, the most important thing is the character of mind. If Mount Tai collapses in front of you, don't change your attitude. Elk thrives on it."
Keep your eyes to the left without blinking. In this way, no matter how high or low your cultivation level is, people will never be able to see through the depth. In this way, you can adapt to changes, and you can flee or fight, whatever you want."
All the thieves nodded and said yes.
Jingtian pointed out the fat and thin two people to fight swords, "Look, there is a cloud in the Sword Sutra. Sword fighting is like playing chess. If the Qi is strong, it will dominate, and if the Qi is exhausted, it will die. The two swords are flying in the air. If the sword is used as a
Master, if you take the heaven and earth as a platform, you can know the path of the sword. The flying sword is like a dragon, with three sides all over its body.
Chi has Qi, two dragons are fighting, one is pressing hard, the other is Qi tight, and they are finally lifted up. You see, why is Ping's silver shuttle forced to be ten feet in front of him? At this time, he is deeply surrounded.
If you can't get relief through a frontal attack, you should find another way to open up the situation."
The second-in-command asked for advice, "In my opinion, I don't know how to start a new strategy?"
"Maoshan's swordsmanship is rough. He only knows the big opening and closing moves, but his magic power is quite strong. He is used to using his power to dominate others. If you want to break his sword path, you can follow the sword, temporarily avoid the center, and rush forward to close in.
If he has to move his sword around every inch, it will inevitably be ineffective and easily captured."
As he explained, the skinny thief listened attentively and was immediately overjoyed. Sure enough, he set up the Silver Wind Shuttle and opened his forks first. Then he strode forward and got close to the fat thief. The two exchanged punches and kicks, and then
Distracted from wielding the sword, the thin thief only focused on dodging, but the silver shuttle was flying in the air.
Jumping, it really made the double forks tired of chasing. The fat thief quickly recalled the weapon and only waved it three feet in front of him. However, he still had enough momentum but lacked dexterity. Within three seconds, the silver shuttle circled his neck. Fatty
The thief felt cold all over his body, shivered violently, and hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Don't fight! Don't fight! The Fei family will admit defeat!" He panted and lifted up his belt, "I almost scared the Fei family to death!"
Everyone laughed. The thin thief won the victory and refused to let anyone go. He shouted: "If the instructor didn't say stop, we can't stop!" He set up the silver shuttle again and drew the gourd. He won again and looked even more relaxed.
Seeing this, the long-bearded man asked again, "Excuse me, instructor, if that fat pig from Maoshan wants to win, what should we do?"
Jingtian chuckled coldly, "Are you asking me such stupid things? You only need three points of mana left to stab He Biping directly with the fork. He will naturally dodge. He can't stay like this for long. When he sets up the shuttle to save him, the two soldiers will
To attack each other, Maoshan must use up 120% of his strength. If the combined force collides, his weapon will be damaged and his magic power will be aroused. This is how he will win."
The fat thief was more careful now and listened to these words. He really knocked the skinny thief's shuttle out of the village. Now he couldn't fight anymore. The stupid thief who called himself a fat thief laughed so hard that his eyebrows were pierced.
Got it in the hair.
"Okay, okay! You are worthy of being the coach, you are worthy of being... Well, senior Jianghu, with a few words of advice, I will benefit from it. When we go out to plunder tomorrow, we will definitely grab ten jars of fine wine and give it to the coach!"
Jingtian pretended to be polite, "Okay, what I've taught you today is enough for you. When you understand it, I'll give you some guidance."
Everyone respectfully sent him off. Before he left, the third-in-command of Bailong Village stopped him again, "Instructor, what you said today is very reasonable. It's just that we rough people are stupid and can't remember these words. We hope to read the book and review the past by ourselves when we go back."
, especially the sentence 'Fighting swords is like playing chess' is so well said, I wonder which sword book it comes from?"
This sentence is just a cliché. It does not come from the classics. If you really want to ask the truth, it is recorded in Jingtian's own handwriting. "This sentence is what I said."
At this moment, one hundred and seventy miles east of Bailong Village, the daughter of the Lu family, whom she had not seen for many days, was practicing swordsmanship in a secluded valley. She opened the manuscript, read through it roughly, and found that the manuscript was divided into two chapters. The first chapter
To learn the way of sword
, the next chapter is about the art of sword fighting, and the first chapter opens the book with a clear intention: "All swordsmen in the world should wholeheartedly pursue the perfect way, in order to understand the divine way to master the sword. Don't indulge in fighting, otherwise you will be in danger.
"
Previously, when she was the savior, she only read the second chapter and had a brief taste of it, and her sword skills had already improved greatly. Thanks to her good talent, she had been delayed by trivial matters in her daughter's family and had never learned any advanced sword skills. Now, she has been taught by a disciple of Divine Sword.
When a trapped dragon returns to the sea, trouble will arise.
She kept practicing swordsmanship in the valley, and within three days, her swords screamed into the sky, and the clear roar echoed through the mountains. It was obvious that her skills had greatly improved.
