The next day, he didn't see the man on the street. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the third and fourth days, I didn't see that figure again.

"Eh, you bitch, are you in estrus from a girl? If you don't give up all day, be careful that I deduct your wages! ”

The proprietress tugged at his ears, hot and painful.

He inquired that the notorious swordsman could only live in the bamboo forest, and his gym originally had an ancestral spirit stone tablet, and when the gym was sealed, he desperately protected it, and his head was broken. Later, the hall was burned, he actually uprooted the monument and carried it on his back, his red eyes were like a fleeing beast, but he didn't dare to hurt people.

He quit his job, kowtowed to the proprietress and left, he had no luggage, the proprietress did not give him dry food, and the monthly money was not given to him because he was not full. He used the rest of the money to buy kettles and dry food in the town, and took a few jars of good wine into the bamboo forest in the middle of the mountain.

He knelt in front of the door for a few days and nights, and the old sword saint went into the bamboo forest to cut wood, and he continued to kneel; The old swordmaster sat at the door to eat, and he continued to kneel; The old swordmaster threw him a bamboo tube of rice, and the steamed rice grains were soft and glutinous like pearls.

"Let's go back as soon as we eat."

"No, I want to worship you as a teacher."

"I don't know swords, I'm just a country man. You've misidentified the wrong person. ”

He knelt there, motionless, and did not answer. The old sword master knew that he had done it on purpose for himself, so he went back to his room, and picked up the bamboo tube in front of him in the evening, and the rice turned into a cold lump, and he didn't move at all.

He smacked his lips and said, "It's a shame, it's a waste of food." ”

His body gradually became unsupportable, and the old sword saint was anxious, he didn't want to accept apprentices, nor did he want to see him tortured like this.

So he went over, crouched down in front of the boy, and said to him:

"I am indeed the Infinite Sword Master. But I don't accept apprentices, this swordsmanship is now a curse, and if you get involved, it will ruin you for the rest of your life. ”

The boy didn't answer, his eyes a little glazed.

"Then I'll ask you another way," said the old swordmaster, "why do you want to learn the sword?" I remember you saying that you were an orphan and that every orphan would be bullied. Children with parents like to show off in front of them, which adds to their happiness, just as rich children like to show off their toys. Who do you hate? Who are you going to take revenge on? ”

"I want to ...... chapped lips," to become a swordsman. ”

"Why?"

"I will draw my sword against injustice...... Wander the world with justice! He said that that was his ideal swordsman - one man and one sword, traveling all over the world, supporting justice.

"That's what I'm saying." The old sword master was unmoved. "What do you want? Before Wuji Kendo was cursed like this, everyone told me that they wanted to learn swords, and they said high-sounding reasons, but for the sake of their innermost desires. Getting stronger, revenge, reputation, they get what they need through kendo and go. Tell me, what do you want? I can tell you more effective ways. ”

"No, I think...... Worship you as a teacher. ”

"I will take my sword and swordsmanship to the grave together." The old Swordmaster lost patience, and he finished firmly, returning to his room to meditate.

There will be no more people like Zero.

There is a way of emptiness in the path of the Infinite Kendo, but there is also a dark path hidden in it - that is the way of killing.

The sword of the extreme, fierce and domineering, to break all things.

This kind of swordsmanship, not so much to break such a demon before becoming a true master, is to hide another depraved and bloody path of the strong.

The night in the bamboo forest is cold and biting, and the summer can also be cold to the bone marrow, he is wrapped in the quilt, and always feels that the injury of his youth is faintly painful. Then he would think of the boy kneeling outside.

Until one night it rained heavily, the house lit the oil lamp, the figure of the old swordmaster stretched out on the window paper, paced around the room, and finally he let out a long sigh, put on his robe, put on a hat, and walked out of the bamboo house.

"Get up. I will take you as an apprentice, but I will only pass on your sword spectrum, and it is your own business to understand how much you can understand. I'm not going to teach you a word. But you must know that the sword is a thing that kills, whether it is to protect or destroy, it is only a matter of thought. ”

"Thank you...... Master Xie Cheng ...... Fulfillment ......" the boy straightened his knees, then fell forward into the rain.

The old sword master carried him to the bed, and touched his forehead, which was hot, afraid that he had a fever. His qi entered the young man's meridians from his fingers, and the thick cold qi had already penetrated deep into the bone marrow in the bamboo forest for several nights.

He boiled a wooden bucket of hot water, grabbed a few handfuls of medicinal herbs and threw them in, the herbs tumbled in the hot water, and when the temperature was hot but not hot, he carried the boy into the hot water.

The hot water mixed with the fragrance of herbs was steaming under the young man's body, and above his head, the palm of the old sword saint gently pressed against his heavenly spirit cover, which was called the mysterious energy infusion of qi.

The cold air entering the body is the most serious and helpless thing, and those cold air collects in the damaged places, as if the rain accumulates in the low-lying places, so people will have back pain when they are old. And the cold in the bamboo forest is even worse, he doesn't eat or drink, his body is already weak, and he has accumulated so much cold in his body.

The old sword master had to use a bath to help him steam out the cold, and at the same time, he used his own qi to infuse it non-stop to protect the young man's head and heart from being forced into these two important places.

He set up a charcoal brazier next to it, and when the water in the barrel became cold, he put a red-hot charcoal into the basin, and the water made a sizzling sound, and a lot of heat was dispersed.

One day and one night, the cold air was finally discharged, and the old sword saint breathed a sigh of relief.

When the boy woke up, the first thing he heard was what the old sword saint said: "From today on, your name is Yi." ”

Yi is a word in an ancient book, which means that the way of heaven has changed.

Yi had never heard his master speak of his name, and he was ashamed to mention it, saying that his life's work had only taught an apprentice who had abandoned the way of the sword and was despised by the martial artists, and his name would never be known to the world again.

That's the best, at least better than 10,000 years of stenching.

He drank his wine and said.

He still kept drinking, drinking like hell, sometimes improvising sword dancing in the bamboo forest, sometimes just sitting dumbfounded, and sometimes holding his head and wailing as he saw that day.

He would watch him practice his sword, but he never said a word, only those eyes lit up.

Is he satisfied with his new apprentice? Easy not to know. Maybe the master never considered him his own disciple. Maybe his heart had already died because of the defection of his previous disciple to Sword Saint Zero.

Until that day, the roar of the thunder elephant's fury shook Starfall Town far away, and the old swordmaster was begging for wine in the streets, and he had silver taels, but he could only ask for it, because no one wanted to sell him such a sinner.

He suddenly pulled out the sword of love, kissed it gently, and then he rushed towards the thunder elephant that was trying to break into the town.

He didn't come back.

Yi saw his name on the stone tablet - "Silence".

An incredibly lonely word.