Chapter Twenty-Eight: All the Way, On the Sword

For the rest of the journey, the speed of the two of them was much slower.

It's not because there are too many fishmen, of course, there are indeed more fishmen, and the closer you get to the Tower of Babel, the overall strength of the fishmen is gradually rising. But no matter how strong the fishman is, he can't stop Wang He's sword, it can really be said that the god blocks and kills the god, and the fish blocks and kills the fish.

Zhang Qingyang also figured out that this Wang He was a talker, and he kept talking when he had the opportunity.

At first, Wang He showed off his swordsmanship in front of him, but later found out that he had a rat bone sword, and he was very curious to come and observe it.

The rat bone sword was very arrogant at first, but then it was rushed by the sword intent, and it was immediately "scared to pee", and he was very honest and let Wang He play with it. At this point, the Rat Bone Sword can definitely be a model of confession.

If you don't consider the soft and bony character of the Rat Bone Sword, overall, this sword is still quite extraordinary.

After Wang He returned the sword to Zhang Qingyang, he deliberately instructed Zhang Qingyang in swordsmanship.

However, the swordsmanship of the mecha master is obviously too different from the swordsmanship between the pet beast warriors, and no matter how hard Zhang Qingyang tries to learn, he hasn't learned anything.

Wang He shook his head and said: "Blind to your sword, your talent, you have basically bid farewell to swordsmanship." ”

"Alas, I'll show you the mystery of swordsmanship again. ”

"I'll show you this group of fishmen in front of me, I'm going to swing my sword. ”

With a sword that looked unremarkable, a group of fish dozens of meters away in front of him was suddenly wiped out by more than half, and the remaining fish people scattered in a hurry.

Zhang Qingyang twitched cheekily and said, "Isn't there any swordsmanship moves, routines or anything?"

Wang He said disdainfully: "The most important meaning of any kind of weapon or technique is to kill the enemy. Have you seen the power of my sword? This is the essence of swordsmanship, what kind of routine or something, what can it be used for?"

"What is swordsmanship? That's the violent aesthetics of speed and power! ”

Wang He waved his sword lightly, and the fishman who had not had time to run away was destroyed by a sword.

It seemed completely unreasonable, and the sword light slashed through the body, and the fishman was cut in half, as if it had been designed before.

Zhang Qingyang had a calm face, what is the point of this demonstration method, which is to demonstrate a hundred times.

Wang He glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Are all young people so stupid now?" Master Tongzhi also introduced a few guys who are known as geniuses and asked me to teach them swordsmanship. The generation of the real grandmother is not as good as the generation, and the strong men of the sandworm clan are really about to invade, and they can't expect you to protect the human race at all. ”

Zhang Qingyang also saw that this guy himself is very talented and strong, but he basically has no theoretical knowledge, and it is basically impossible to let him teach something.

"How did you develop your swordsmanship?"

Wang He swung his sword to destroy a group of flying fish people who rushed in, raised his head and pondered for a few seconds and said, "I practiced it when I fought sandworms in the border army with Lord Tongzhi and a group of fox friends and dogs. At that time, in addition to going to the battlefield to fight with sandworms, when he was resting, he used his sword to chop wood, and later when the firewood was not enough, he used his sword to chop stones. Life was so fulfilling at that time. ”

Zhang Qingyang said: "Then how many swords do you swing every day?"

Wang Hedao: "I haven't counted it, it seems that as long as I haven't slept, I've been swinging my sword." ”

Zhang Qingyang asked, "What about when you eat?"

Speaking of this, Lao Tzu was very angry. At that time, several of our brothers had to use robbing to eat. This rule set by my eldest brother is now Master Tongzhi. You are only allowed to grab it with chopsticks, Lao Tzu's foundation is poor, and it is too late to learn swordsmanship. I couldn't grab them with chopsticks, and for three months in a row, I didn't get a single dish or a piece of meat late. ”

"For three months, no brotherhood is worth a piece of meat, and even my eldest brother didn't say to leave me a piece of meat. Lao Tzu was not convinced, he practiced hard day and night, and ...... after three months"

Wang He stopped abruptly with a strange expression.

Zhang Qingyang was curious: "What happened after three months?"

Wang He was proud again, and said melancholy: "Three months later, Lao Tzu's swordsmanship is invincible, especially the sword intent he has practiced. I can eat as much meat as I want, I can eat as many pieces as I want, and whoever wants to eat meat depends on my face. Then my eldest brother abolished the rule. ”

Zhang Qingyang sighed in his heart, if the rules are not abolished, you will become a big brother.

Wang He's emotions came and went quickly, and he said proudly: "No one has taught me swordsmanship, oh, Xiaobai has taught me swordsmanship, not bullshit." It's just what routine you want to learn, and it only took me two months to get him to work. ”

"Especially when I practiced sword intent, even the boss was amazed. ”

Zhang Qingyang boldly asked, "Can sword intent be taught?"

Wang Hedao: "Sword intent is much more difficult to learn than my sword technique, and the boss has not learned my sword intent." My boss said that the sword intent is related to the individual's character, and no one else can learn everyone's sword intent, but it is useful for some reference. Anyway, it's boring to be idle, so I can show you a demonstration or two. ”

"Demonstrate again?" Zhang Qingyang said in his heart, "Won't you still swing your sword to let yourself experience it." ”

"To put it simply, the so-called sword intent is the attachment of an individual's will to the sword. But generally speaking, an individual's will cannot be separated from the body, and once it is separated from the body, it will be like a fire candle in the wind, which will be extinguished as soon as it blows, so the will must be firm. ”

"Everyone's mind is full of distractions all the time, and if you want to strengthen your will, you must first eliminate distractions. When you are afraid of an enemy attack, you will scatter your will. Therefore, it is not so easy to eliminate distracting thoughts, and being able to eliminate distracting thoughts at any time is the first step. With this as the foundation, the next step is to strengthen the will, which requires repeated polishing and practice to make your will and sword weapon figure out. ”

"Yo he, your king is quite generous, do you know who this kid is? ”

Just when one was spitting and the other was concentrating, another mecha suddenly appeared in front of the two.

Wang He smiled and said, "Of course I know, it was he who made Xiaobai's guy deflated." ”

The later mecha master said: "The boss's plan will be destroyed in his hands." ”

Wang Hedao: "So what, the boss has long said that it is up to people to make things happen, and it is up to heaven to make things happen." The boss also said that if you want to make things happen, you need to make more friends, and it is best to turn enemies into friends. ”

The later mecha master said: "Hmph, without him, the boss may already be the prefect." ”

Wang Hedao: "Hehe, the boss doesn't blame him, let's not worry about the boss." Is it because you kid didn't learn my sword intent, so you're afraid that others will learn it and look too stupid?"

"Hmph. ”

Wang He said with a smile: "Say a thousand things and ten thousand, it's better to show it, you can feel it carefully." ”

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