Yanagi Funasai didn't answer, just quietly looked at the sky beyond the gazebo. After a long time, he sighed softly: "In this world, there are many helpless things. You don't want to do it, but you often have to. Those who are in the game have no choice at all. ”

Cheng Li agreed: "Yes. Many things in the world are like this. ”

Liu Changchuan showed a pleased smile between his eyebrows, and said slowly: "So, although the old man has always respected Cheng Shao, he is even very grateful. But for the sake of my little master, I am really helpless today, and I can only offend. Cheng Shao should be able to forgive the old man, right?"

Maybe it's because I think "Kikumasamune" tastes good and is very easy to eat. So Cheng Li took the initiative to reach out and bring the wine jug and wine cup over. Pour yourself cup after cup. While drinking, he said lightly: "If you want to fight, then let's do it." What to understand or not to understand, there is no point at all. ”

Yanagi Changfunazai looked at him, his pupils seemed to be gradually contracting, but his voice became gentler: "Miyamoto Takibei, Miyamoto Kabei, their two brothers are in Fuso, and they are known as swordsmanship wizards who are seen once in fifty years. Not to mention, Saburo Ishida has more adventures and has obtained the power of the gods. But they were all defeated by Cheng Shao one after another. ”

Cheng Li nodded and said, "So what?"

Liu Changchuan Zhai said slowly: "The old man has also learned swords for many years, and he also wants to learn Cheng Shao's skills, so I asked Cheng Shao to teach him." ”

Having said that, in reality, Yanagi Funasai did not stand up, and he did not have a sword in his hand. This old man, who humbly claims to be only "learning swords for many years", just uses two fingers to gently pick up a hairpin from the hair of Sakurako, who is kneeling next to him, and holds it flat in front of his eyes.

This is not a posture of attack.

But anyone who has actually learned the sword can see it immediately. Yanagi Funasai's posture is far more dangerous than all the attacks in the world.

Flying to the peak, Miyamoto Kabei with the help of spring thunder and thunderbolt, a knife of the unity of heaven and man. Compared to the plain and simple posture of Yanagi Chang Chuanzhai at this moment, it is as ridiculous as a child wielding a wooden knife indiscriminately.

Because the willow grows and the boat is still in this posture. But there is an almost endless mix of change and killing. Even though he didn't have a thunderous sword in his hand, he had completely taken the advantage. Because at this moment, Cheng Li's whole body, any empty doors and flaws have been completely exposed in front of Liu Changchuanzhai's eyes.

Although Liu Chang Chuanzhai did not take the kind of aggressive offensive to seize the opportunity, he did not let Cheng Li seize the opportunity.

To grab is not to rob, not to grab is to rob, to preemptively, to static braking. The essence of swordsmanship is all in it.

Cheng Li didn't grab it because he was pouring wine. Holding the wine cup in his left hand and holding the wine bottle in his right hand, pour wine for himself. However, this action of "pouring wine" itself has constituted a flawless posture. Simply invulnerable.

So Yanagi Funazai didn't make a move. He's waiting.

There is always a time when the wine in the pot is poured, and there is always a time when the wine cup is full. No matter whether the wine in the pot is poured or the wine cup is full, at that moment, no matter how much Cheng Li doesn't want to move, he still has to move.

And the killer of Yanagi Chang Chuanzhai will also come out of that moment.

Sakurako, who was kneeling next to her, was cold in her heart. Because as a female ninja who followed Yanagi Funasai's side, there was no one who could understand the strength of this old man better than her.

Although Liu Chang Chuanzhai has been saying that he is old and frail, he can't afford the title of "Sword Saint". But only Sakurako understood. Old age may be true. Weakness? That's just a joke.

With the hairpin as a sword, it becomes a blue-eyed trend. Cheng Li has been completely controlled by Liu Chang Chuanzhai's sword momentum. As long as Liu Changchuan Zhai strikes lightly, Cheng Li will definitely be defeated.

Fuso's kendo never pays attention to what is the point. Therefore, defeat is death.

This is not only seen by Sakurako. Even Xiaoqing and the autumn night rain in the distance can also be seen.

Especially the autumn night rain. He is a well-known swordsman in his own right. Although he was still at least a few dozen steps away from the gazebo, gazing at the situation in the gazebo, he couldn't help but ask himself: Put yourself in his shoes, if I were in the gazebo now, facing this old man's sword, how could I deal with it? Can I stop it?

Don't ask. Under this question, when the autumn night rain landing, he felt a cold behind him, as if he had been soaked in cold sweat.

Although Xiaoqing doesn't know kendo. But the situation is sinister, and she can see it. She gritted her teeth vigorously and was about to turn over and dismount. But as soon as the body moved, the arm was immediately grabbed by the autumn night rain.

Xiaoqing turned his head and glared at the autumn night rain, and said in a low voice: "Let go!"

Qiu Yeyu said in a condensed voice: "I know you're in a hurry. But at this time, it is useless to be anxious. ”

Xiaoqing gritted her teeth and said, "Why is it useless? I'm going to help Cheng Li!"

Qiu Yeyu shook his head and said, "Calm down, don't help me." At this moment, the two of them have formed an almost perfect balance with each other. Although Cheng Shao is at a disadvantage, as long as this balance is not broken, he will be absolutely safe. If you intervene rashly at this time, the balance will be immediately broken. Then not only Cheng Shao, but even you will be in danger. ”

Xiaoqing is also a master who has cultivated a full set of Taiyin True Scriptures. She understood the truth at a glance. She gritted her teeth, "But the balance is always going to be broken." No one can maintain this state of affairs forever. When the time comes, the situation will only get worse. So, I might as well help now. ”

Autumn Night Rain said in a condensed voice: "No." If there is an emergency, then even if Cheng Shao can escape from the sword, he will be uneasy for the rest of his life because he has affected you. ”

Xiao Qing Jiao said: "But...... But ......"

Qiu Yeyu interrupted her words forcefully: "All in all, at this time, we must all believe in Cheng Shao, and we must not cause trouble for him." ”

Even though he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, the deepest reason in his heart shouted loudly to tell Xiaoqing that the autumn night rain was right. So there was nothing to do, no matter how anxious Xiaoqing was, she could only forcibly suppress the restlessness in her heart, stand with the autumn night rain, and pray silently.

The wind blows and the grass rustles. Between heaven and earth, there is a serene silence.

Cheng Li and Liu Changchuanzhai, the two people who confronted each other, did not show the slightest tension between their eyebrows, and there was no murderous spirit, only a leisurely and complacent attitude.

Yanagi Funasai is still waiting. Still no shots. His hand holding the hairpin still hangs in the air, steady as a rock.

He should have made a move a long time ago. As long as the wine glass in Cheng Li's hand is full, then Cheng Li's action of pouring wine is bound to stop, otherwise the wine in the cup will overflow.

The current situation affects the whole body. Whether it is the overflowing wine glass, or Cheng Li's own movements and posture changes, it will affect his spirit and appearance. And as long as his spirit and appearance show a little flaw, Liu Chang Chuanzhai can stab him under the sword. ”

White clouds drifted through the sky, and bright sunlight spread across the land. But in the eyes of the old man, he has lost his original brilliance.

Because the wine in Cheng Li's cup has never been poured.

The wine is poured from the jug into the glass, relying on the gravitational force. It is precisely because of the gravitational pull that "water flows downward" is a universal truth.

But what if gravity disappears, or does the direction of gravity change?

Then, the water will no longer flow from high to low, but will continue to move according to the gravitational force.

No one in this world has the ability to cancel gravity, or change the direction of gravity. Even if there is such a person, he must not belong to this world.

Cheng Li does not belong to this world. Therefore, he can freely manipulate gravity through the "Jizo Tribulation".

Under the influence of the "Jizo Tribulation", the gravitational force forms a closed circular orbit, and the liquor moves along this invisible track, circulating between the glass and the jug, and the wine is endless.

Therefore, the wine in the pot can never be poured, and the wine in the cup can never be satisfied. As long as this circular orbit still exists, then even if Liu Chang Chuanzhai waits until he is old, or even when he dies of old age, he will not be able to wait for a chance to make a move.

Static braking, rear strike, this is the essence of Liu Chang Chuanzhai swordsmanship. But now, the advantage of "latecomer" no longer exists.

In the face of such an unassailable opponent, Yanagi Funasai completely lost the initiative. Before you know it, the tide has turned. Therefore, Liu Chang Chuanzhai can only be like Cheng Li just now, trying his best to maintain his almost perfect posture and not moving. Because as long as he moves, the posture collapses, and he is the one who loses.

Unconsciously, Yanagi Changfunazai only felt that the hairpin in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. Originally, it was just worthy of its name, and the hairpin, which was as light as a feather, seemed to have become more than a thousand catties. Liu Chang Chuanzhai's arm was sour and numb, and it hurt from numbness, and it hurt like being pierced by thousands of red-hot needles. It was worse than any torture.

Minutes and seconds passed. These red-hot steel needles also continued to spread to the whole body of Liu Changchuanzhai. Not only the arm, but even the scalp was numb and painful. Sweat soaked through clothes. Bit by bit, from the forehead and sideburns of Yanagi Funasai, it seeps out from every pore on the whole body.

This is not sweat, but the "essence, energy, spirit, and strength" of Liu Chang Chuanzhai, which is equivalent to his life. When the sweat runs out, his life will come to an end.

But Yanagi Changfunazai had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it, trying his best to suppress himself from thinking about the question of "what will happen after the sweat runs out".

Liu Changchuan did not move, and Cheng Li did not move. Suddenly, they looked as if they had become two puppets, motionless. Although they didn't make the slightest movement all over their bodies, they were ten times more dangerous than fighting with the sharpest swords.

It was a duel of determination and patience. Therefore, although it is sinister, it is not intense. It's tense, but it's not exciting.

Xiaoqing and Sakurako, who were watching from the sidelines, could see the sinister and tense nature of this battle. But they can't see the mystery of the change in the situation.

Only the autumn night rain is different. He is a swordsman who is famous in the world, so he can see all kinds of changes in this sword fight, as well as the transformation of the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides. Even though he didn't know how Cheng Li managed to make the wine circulate and endlessly. But Cheng Li already has the chance to win, and he can't see this more clearly.

So the autumn night rain smiled. He took a deep breath and sneered loudly, "Fuso, you have already been defeated. Although Cheng Shao hasn't killed you yet, but at this point, you should know it yourself, right? If you win, you will win, and if you lose, you will lose, so why bother to die and struggle, and linger for a long time? Just admit defeat. ”

Before the words fell, Liu Changchuan Zhai suddenly let out a long sigh and put down his right hand raised by the hairpin. The hairpin made of sterling silver, with the "sand ~", was completely scattered and turned into flying ash everywhere.

Yanagi Funasai is a swordsman. The hairpin is his sword.

A swordsman's life usually lies in his sword.

The sword is in the people, and the sword destroys the people.

At the same time, the wine poured into the glass no longer circulates back into the flask. Cheng Li lifted the wine glass, took a light breath, drank all the wine in the glass, and then put down the wine jug and glass.

"I'm defeated. ”

Liu Chang Chuanzhai smiled slightly bitterly and said: "The old man has learned swords all his life, and he has fought hundreds of battles in his life, although there are victories and defeats. But even if you lose, you can always defeat vigorously and heartily. I never expected that today, the old man would have been defeated so badly and so completely without a sword. Cheng Shao, the old man obeys. ”

While speaking, Liu Changchuan Zhai prostrated himself on the ground and bowed deeply to Cheng Li.

Cheng Li stood up, didn't say a word, turned around and left. As soon as he walked out of the pavilion, Liu Changchuan Zhai behind him suddenly sighed again and said, "Cheng Shao, please stay." The old man still has something to say. ”

Cheng Li stood still, didn't turn around, and said, "You say." ”

Liu Changchuan Zhai said in a condensed voice: "Cheng Shao's cultivation is very high, and he can be called unparalleled in the Central Plains. In the old man's opinion, even the military god Heigoro Shintsuna, may not have a small winning process. But the two fists are always hard to beat the four hands. So Cheng Shao, it's better to turn back as soon as possible. ”

Cheng Li shook his head: "Impossible." ”

Liu Chang Chuanzhai sighed: "The old man also knows that it is impossible. If Cheng Shao was so half-hearted and changed his mind casually, it would be impossible to have today's achievements.

In this case, then Cheng Shao, the old man can only recite the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" here and pray for Cheng Shao. I wish Cheng Shaoma success and prosperity. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, then please think about the old man's advice and pray for the Buddha's blessing together. ”

Without waiting for Cheng Li to answer, Liu Changchuan Zhai had already sat cross-legged, half-closed his eyes, and began to recite the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering.

The relics are not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is empty, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true for the thought and action.

The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old death, no old age, no old age, no suffering, no wisdom, and no gain.

With no attainment, Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, has no obstacles in the mind, no obstacles, no fears, is far away from upside-down dreams, and ...... nirvana."

In the sound of chanting, Cheng Li began to be slightly surprised. But then I thought about it and suddenly woke up. He turned around, nodded to Yanagi Funasai, and walked away.