Lincheng Huamo Chapter 171: Practicing the sword heart
It was another bumpy ride and the horses were tired, but Zhu Jiannan was meditating all the way in the carriage without taking a break.
After entering Jinling City and returning to the Forbidden City, Zhu Jiannan did not rest or wash up, but directly locked himself into the imperial study room. After an hour, he pushed the door open and asked the maids waiting outside to hurry up and go again.
Go get some pen and paper.
After the maid got the things, Zhu Jiannan locked himself into the study room again for another hour, then two hours.
The maid brought the food, but when it got cold, His Royal Highness didn't open the door to get it.
The manager informed the old Dragon King about this matter. The old Dragon King was drinking tea with some old guys. He hesitated for a few moments and frowned deeply.
"Get some wine!"
The old Dragon King had no other instructions. He just asked someone to fetch wine. The person in charge mistakenly thought that he heard wrongly. The old prince actually wanted to drink?
Although the manager was confused, he was the owner of Lincheng after all, and he did not dare to refuse, so he had to leave quickly to get the wine.
Some people were talking about it. The old prince and his highness were both crazy. One was writing furiously in the study, while the other uncharacteristically started drinking hard liquor.
Another member of the Zhu family, the young prince Zhu Yinuo, even though the bandages were still on his body, he still walked out of the hospital on crutches. There was another person beside the young prince. The one was wearing a worn Taoist robe and his face was covered with a wolf.
Taoist with toothy face and armor.
Neither the maids nor the guards knew who this person was, but they saw that the young prince was respectful to this person and said "master" to him, so they understood that this person was not something to offend.
Kui Mulang helped the young prince to the martial arts hall and asked him to sit against the wall to feel more comfortable.
Kuimulang took out his mahogany basalt sword, but this time he did not take off his visor. Even if Zhu Yinuo asked, he did not do it or answer.
"I promise, I will show you the Nine Stars Feifu again. Although the Nine Stars Feifu is just an ordinary swordsmanship, it is not as sophisticated as Mo Yu's swordsmanship of the Mo family, and it is not as elegant as Zhong Xihou's Wuyu swordsmanship. I am my teacher.
I told you that Jiuxing Feifu is the foundation of swordsmanship. Take away the bells and whistles and just look at the sword moves as they are."
Zhu Yinuo nodded and said: "Disciple is practicing sword practice again and found something. I hope Master can answer it."
Kui Mulang nodded and signaled to Zhu Yinuo that it didn't matter.
Zhu Yinuo frowned slightly, fearing that he was just ignorant and had misunderstood the secrets of swordsmanship. But he thought of his master teaching and teaching, so he boldly asked.
"Disciples practice swordsmanship, Ci, pick, collapse, transform, etc. Although they are not deliberate or unintentional, every movement can be coherent. Although you can use the sword as you please, over time, the Nine Stars Fei Fu move will gradually be forgotten. Disciple
If I try to use the Jiuxing Feifu sword move again, I will always feel that something is wrong, but I can't explain it clearly."
After he finished speaking, Zhu Jiannan really felt that he had told a bunch of lies, and looked up at Kuimu Lang like a child who had done something wrong.
Kui Mulang recalled Zhu Yinuo's words carefully, but he burst into laughter. It was completely different from what Zhu Yinuo thought.
Zhu Yinuo asked timidly: "Did the disciple miss the way of swordsmanship?"
But Kui Mulang shook his head, and then said: "Yinuo, it was my fault as a teacher."
Hearing Kui Mulang's words, Zhu Yinuo's heart trembled, his brows furrowed, and his voice was full of fear, saying: "Master, if the disciple is wrong, the disciple can practice again a thousand times, ten thousand times
all over……"
Kuimu Lang came over, stroked his head with his hand, and then said: "Yi Nuo, I made a mistake as a teacher. I started to be entrusted by others to teach you swordsmanship. Later I found out that you are not bad in talent, and you are also diligent."
Since then, I have sincerely planned to teach everything I have learned in my life to others. But until today, I have never realized that I was wrong from the beginning."
Zhu Yinuo was still confused. He really didn't understand what Kui Mulang meant.
Kui Mulang didn't mean to hang on Zhu Yinuo, but he was in a very excited mood at the moment.
Kui Mulang calmed down and then said: "Did you know that Zhuge Ding, the literary sword sage, once said that those who can achieve great success by flying nine stars include me, Kui Mulang, and Liu Sanqing, the former swordsman in white. And, yes
The young black-scaled dragon, its name is Zhu Yinuo!"
When he heard his name, Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but widen his eyes. He never imagined that the literary swordsman would rank an unknown person like himself as equal to his master.
"Yinuo, everyone in the world thinks so, including my master. They think that Nine Stars Feifu is just the nine quick sword styles, but what you just said is something that you have never realized even if you have been practicing swordsman for thirty years.
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Zhu Yinuo was praised and praised. He should have been happy, but now his face was full of doubts. Zhu Yinuo didn't know that his doubts now were the most instinctive desire for knowledge.
Kui Mulang was very satisfied with Zhu Yinuo's look, but then he lamented in his heart. If he could have met this child early, if he had ten years left to live, he would have carefully trained this child, and he would definitely make the Nine Stars fly down.
Carry forward.
"My master wants you to practice how to draw a sword again. I originally wanted you to break and then stand up, but now you are confused, but it makes me understand what inaction means and what it means to not do anything. What does it mean to let it take its course?
Naturally. Just like the tenth and eleventh swords written at the back of the sword manual by Zhuge Sword Master, perhaps, from the very beginning, there were no sword moves to speak of when the nine stars were flying."
Zhu Yinuo still looked puzzled. He didn't understand. What kind of swordsmanship is it if there are no sword moves?
"Moved by the heart, the direction of the heart, a sword at will is a move. With a promise, the teacher's thinking has been fixed, and there is no possibility of changing it, but you may still have a chance. With a promise, as the teacher thinks,
The so-called fast sword of Jiuxingfeifu is not about how fast you are, but how free your heart is."
"Freedom?" Zhu Yinuo muttered these two words silently, and then thought of Zeng Mo Ming's words, and asked, "Master, people say that drawing a sword can cut off water. With one sword, is it possible to cut off water with one sword?"
Kuimu Lang nodded and explained: "You can cut off the water and break the wind. The so-called speed and breaking are relative to time. At that point in time, you cut off the water and broke the wind. And your heart is no longer fixed.
, there is no fixed time point anymore, because as long as you think about it, you don’t even need to think about it anymore, the sword has been drawn. Yinuo, do you understand?"
Zhu Yinuo made it clear. Kuimulang's words were clear and not convoluted. He really understood. He couldn't explain. He still didn't understand the meaning and how to do it.
Kuimulang stopped talking. He held the mahogany basalt sword in his hand and began to dance with his sword. During this exercise, there were no sword moves. No matter whether it was the white wolf draining the water, the road approaching the mountains, or Chi You changing the sky, and the four greens were not evil, it would not matter.
No trace of it is visible.
In this sword dance, the only common movements are wiping the sword, picking the sword, tapping the sword, and breaking the sword.
This series of the most basic sword-drawing movements are connected in three or five steps, including smearing points and stabbing attacks. No matter how they are sequenced, the movements are all coherent and smooth, as if they should be that way.
Just like this, all the movements, one, two, three, four, six, five, six, seven, or eight, five, seven, six, etc., seem to be connected randomly, but they are extremely coherent.
Zhu Yinuo's eyes were wide open and he didn't dare to close them. He was afraid that if he blinked once, he would miss it.
After coming here for about an hour, Kui Mulang was sweating profusely and panting constantly. There was a faint other smell in the sweat smell.
Then the smell became stronger and stronger
, even pungent and unpleasant.
Kui Mulang frowned slightly when he smelled the smell, but Zhu Yinuo didn't smell it at all like his nose was stuffy due to cold.
He frowned, frowning in thought.
In his mind, he kept thinking about Kui Mulang's sword moves and various combinations, the advantages and disadvantages of each combination.
Zhu Yinuo was meditating, and Kui Mulang was not idle either. He released Qi, which flowed through the meridians of his body. The Qi began to dispel the strange smell on his body from the inside out.
Kuimu Lang silently stared at Zhu Yinuo for nearly half an hour, but at this moment, Zhu Yinuo's chest trembled, then he opened his mouth and vomited out a mouthful of black blood.
Seeing his disciple's condition, Kui Mulang's eyes showed joy, but then he moved and pulled Zhu Yinuo over.
Zhu Yinuo's back left the wall and changed its position. Kuimulang sat cross-legged behind him. Then he put his palms on Zhu Yinuo's back, and there was a steady flow of Qi from the Qi source. He
Both palms were poured into Zhu Yinuo's back.
Only then did Qi enter Zhu Yinuo's body, and Zhu Yinuo's body immediately began to greedily ask for Qi from Kui Mulang. And Kui Mulang was not stingy, and even increased the delivery of Qi.
When nearly half of the Qi in his body was consumed, Kui Mulang took back his palms. It was not because he was reluctant to give it up, but he still needed this Qi to maintain the operation of this broken body.
Zhu Yinuo's body had never been so comfortable, and he even felt as if he had recovered from the injuries caused by Zhong Xihou's violent beating. He tried to stand up, only once, and he succeeded.
Zhu Yinuo felt the strange power in his body, and felt a warm current pouring into the eight extraordinary meridians. The feeling was like being in a hot spring on a cold winter night, extremely refreshing.
"Is this Qi?"
Zhu Yinuo was puzzled. He felt the flow of Qi carefully and was intoxicated, unable to extricate himself.
"I accepted you as my disciple and never gave you anything as a gift. This Qi remains in your body today. Although it will slowly dissipate over time, if you are diligent, you can use this Qi to cultivate your fighting spirit and body."
"Fighting soul and body?"
Zhu Yinuo repeated these four words, which sounded weird, but thinking about this Qi, the feeling of relief will gradually dissipate, but he can't help but feel sad.
"Many things are innate, and you can't force them. But only this fighting soul and body are nourished by fighting, and are trained in life and death. If you want to regain Leng Gongzi's unparalleled demeanor in the past, you should work hard to practice
Just this fighting spirit and body.”
Zhu Yinuo listened, but when he felt the warm current in his body again, his eyes inadvertently showed greed.
Kui Mulang naturally saw it in his eyes and dispelled his misconceptions with one word: "From ancient times to the present, there has never been a being who can take away his Qi. In addition to the voluntary input of Qi by the output party, the physical condition of the absorber must also be considered.
Same adaptability. What you were thinking just now was a sword, causing Qi and blood to surge and eventually vomiting blood. At that time, your body was empty, which was the best time to input Master's Qi. It is difficult to repeat this kind of opportunity. More importantly,
What you have to rely on is the sword in your hand, rather than taking what others have."
If there is an easy shortcut, people will choose the shortcut more often. But when Kui Mulang taught him so earnestly, Zhu Yinuo nodded as if he had heard Mo Ming preach.
Then the little prince of Jinling City, the young black-scaled dragon in the mouth of Zhuge Sword Master said with firm eyes: "Master, the disciple will devote all his efforts to training the fighting spirit and body. If the nine stars fly down, if the disciple does not die, he will make it
There will be a day when you will become famous all over the world again!"
"I believe in you, my master. Although you do not have an innate sword bone, sword heart, and sword soul, if you do not change your mind and uphold the Taoist heart, your fighting spirit and body will eventually make your kendo heart as solid as a rock."