In the past, under the apricot tree, a drunk man raised his sword and said to Su Baiyi: "Swords are the most charming weapons in the world, and swordsmen are the most handsome people in the world. You
Do you want to be a swordsman?"
"think."
"In the ethereal world, swordsmen move with ease. Many people envy the joy of walking around the world with a sword, white clothes and a pot of sake. However, behind every sword strike of a swordsman there are countless times of training. It is easy to practice swordsmanship, but to truly
To become a swordsman, you must put in unimaginable efforts."
"Master, I'm not used to you suddenly speaking so seriously."
"You can play with life, but you must be serious about swords." Xie Kanhua stroked the long sword in her hand, "There is a city called Jimo, and everyone in it is known as Sword City. They have many skills for swords.
, for example, the evaluation of a swordsman's quality can be divided into sword energy, sword intention, sword power, sword heart, sword technique, sword technique, etc. I also made a very boring ranking. I ranked third in sword energy, sword intention, and sword power.
"Master, since you think this list is boring, why do you remember it so clearly?"
"..."
"Master, what does sword intent mean? Why are you ranked first?"
"Sword intent refers to the desire to kill."
"Murderous intention?"
"At least that's how I understand it."
"What about swordsmanship? Why are you ranked so low? Didn't you say that your ability to see flowers in the smoke is famous in the world?"
"Simply speaking, swordsmanship is just moves. Each sect and each sect has many swordsmanship. For example, the Xie family became famous all over the world with their set of Luohua swordsmanship. Jimo City has more swordsmanship, such as Chunhua swordsmanship.
Qiuyue Sword Technique, Xia Feng Sword Technique, Dong Xue Sword Technique, etc., there are a total of 364 styles in total. It takes half an hour to complete one set. It's not like sword dancing, it's like dancing. I don't like it.
For me, swordsmanship can only come and go in three moves: draw the sword, swing the sword, and return the sword. Practice each sword to the extreme, and any time you make a move, it will be a peerless swordsmanship. You only need to learn swordsmanship from me.
Practice these three movements to the extreme, and from now on you will start to choose to draw your sword."
"Okay, Master. But how long do I need to practice drawing the sword?"
"ten years."
"ah?"
"Ten years." A cold light flashed, and Xie Kanhua suddenly pulled out the long sword in her hand.
Su Baiyi blinked his eyes, not daring to move at all. According to those storytellers, after the fastest sword was shot, the neck had been cut off, but the other party was not aware of it. Then with a slight movement, the neck slipped off.
Already.
But Xie Kanhua just smiled and handed the sword in his hand to Su Baiyi. There was an apricot flower lying quietly on the sword: "This sword is given to you."
"It's been ten years, Master. You said that the next step in drawing a sword is to swing it. You will teach me in ten years." Su Baiyi stood in the room at the bottom of the cabin that was surrounded by iron walls, feeling slightly sad.
, "But Master, where have you been?"
There was no one in the room, so naturally no one could answer him.
"Fortunately, you deliberately let me see that sword clearly on the day you left. You have always tried your best, and you must have counted on today. It's just that I have been practicing drawing a sword for ten years, and it takes a few days to practice swinging a sword." Su
Bai Yi raised the Jun Yu Sword in his hand, "Is ten years enough?"
Tianzihao, scattered houses.
Nangong Xi'er had already finished taking a bath and was sitting on the bed to circulate her breath. The maid named Nai Luo had just sent a note that said "Don't miss it, return at sunset". Nangong Xi'er just smiled after reading it.
Laughing, not paying too much attention to it. Although Su Baiyi is not very old, a few years younger than Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling, and sometimes talks a lot and is not serious, but occasionally he will burst out with an unspeakable calmness.
and confidence, giving people a very solid feeling.
Just like that day when he hugged himself and said "believe in him".
He is obviously a guy with poor martial arts skills, but when he says "I can handle it", he can actually make people believe him.
For a young man to grow up like this, he must have gone through a lot of things.
Nangong Xi'er suddenly opened her eyes. Although she had lost most of her internal strength, her instinct to sense danger was still there. At this moment, there was a person standing at the door, and he was still a very dangerous person.
The two guards guarding the Tianzi Room were still standing at the door, their bodies upright, their eyes wide open, silent, as usual, like two sculptures.
The person standing at the door of Lingluo House adjusted the mask on his face and gently placed his hand on the door.
Nangong Xi'er held down the long sword beside her, held her breath, and tried to gather the last of her true energy.
Then the masked man took a step back slightly and stretched out his hand. He looked down at his palm and saw a shallow knife mark on it.
The door to the next room opened at some point.
"Who?" the masked man asked quietly.
The door of the room suddenly closed again, as if the people inside didn't want to see him.
At this moment, a smiling rich man in golden robe suddenly walked in from outside, and greeted the masked man before he even got close: "This friend, is here to see someone? Could it be that he came to ask me for gambling debts? Yesterday, he came to ask for gambling debts.
I ran away in a hurry at night, and some of the money I lost has not been repaid. It is not my fault, so I apologize to you. I wonder how much money I owe this man?"
The rich man in golden robe walked past the two guards and stood in front of the masked man. The two guards bent down at this moment and began to breathe heavily. Beads of sweat flowed down from their foreheads.
One of them turned around and said: "Tianzihao guest room, please don't enter unless you want to!"
The masked man naturally ignored him and just looked at the rich man in gold robe in front of him.
The rich man in gold robe stood in front of the masked man, with a smile on his face and a friendly look on his face.
The masked man said quietly: "It has nothing to do with you that I'm looking for friends who have settled in separate apartments."
"Oh. The boy from Lingluo Fang went out early in the morning, leaving his wife to rest inside. But even if they are good friends, it would not be appropriate to see his wife alone when the man is not around." The rich man in gold robe
Weng smiled and said, "How about I help you find him?"
"No need." The masked man walked past the rich man in gold robe and stopped after taking a few steps. There was a hint of threat in his voice, "I will remember you."
"Remember?" He was answered by a clear and graceful female voice.
The masked man turned his head suddenly, only to see that the person in front of him was still wearing the golden robe, but his whole body had become thinner and taller, and his face had turned into that of a young woman.
"Qianjiyuan's mask is still not good enough. It's not as good as mine." The woman smiled like a flower, "Are you right?"