Bai Ze has killed enough people, and the killing intent in his heart is together, although it is only at the moment when the two sides are close, and the slightest leakage will immediately converge without a trace, but it still makes Hai Dongqing vigilant. The moment the breath was released, the strong murderous aura stimulated the pores, as if when he saw the Siberian tiger for the first time in Changbai Mountain when he was a child, Hai Dongqing's whole person stiffened involuntarily, and his limbs were stiff.

And at this time, Bai Ze "changed his appearance" in the process, although the two sides passed by, but did not attract anyone's attention, even if Hai Dongqing was just alert at that moment, but the next moment, the killing intent in the air swarmed back like a tide, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Bai Ze turned sideways and got out of the way, telling these people to rush over, and saw that as soon as the elevator door opened, more than a dozen people rushed in.

"It's a pity, what a great opportunity, miss this time, and it's not easy to find such an opportunity to catch it all!" Bai Ze sighed in his heart, faintly unwilling, but then he didn't care at all, walked a few steps, and came to the door of Wei Tianzi's ward.

He and the two guards at the door nodded, just pushed open the hidden door, and as soon as he walked in, Bai Ze found that Old Man Wei was standing in the center of the room with a gloomy face, and Wei Tianzi was sleeping soundly on the ward covered with a thin quilt.

"Well, what's going on?" Bai Ze's eyes flashed. Although Wei Tianzi was frightened, after a few days of recuperation, there was actually nothing wrong with his body, and the reason why he had not been discharged from the hospital was entirely because Old Man Wei felt sorry for his granddaughter and had not been at ease. It stands to reason that you shouldn't be awake at such a time, not to mention that there were so many people crowded in the ward just now, and the sound was noisy.

"It's fine." Old Man Wei sighed and waved his hand at Bai Ze: "A group of juniors, I don't know what to say, actually have the face to see me, I am afraid that Tianzi will be excited when she sees these people, and she will be sick with anger, so I used some strength to ask her to sleep a little longer, and she will be quiet." ”

"After being a soldier all my life and killing so many people, at the end of the day, I am getting old, I am getting old, but I have more and more scruples. How could these people, if they had been twenty years ago, leave me so easily...... But now, times are different, and the timing is not right...... I can't let these people have an accident with me, but in this way, I have wronged my good granddaughter....... ”

"Hey, for the official, for the official...... It's hard!! Bai Ze, you said, when I was not an official, I had nothing, I only knew that I followed the party and my father, and watched the liberation ......of the common people of China in our hands, and I was so happy that I thought that I could finally give myself a way to live freely. But I didn't expect that after liberation and becoming an official, there are more and more troubles, and how can people no longer find the feeling of carrying a gun and eating small rice together...... I can obviously give up everything to get justice for Tianzi, but this big family is ...... I can't....... ”

Old Man Wei sighed as he spoke, and when he said this, he couldn't talk anymore. just touched Wei Tianzi's hair on the hospital bed one by one, and the originally straight rocker seemed to be extremely stiff for a moment.

Bai Ze stood at the door, listening quietly, watching quietly, the morning sun shines through the glass, shining on the body of this pair of grandchildren, I don't know why a wave of inexplicable feelings suddenly welled up in his heart.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and everyone does not live in a vacuum, but has their own people and things to protect and care about.

Will succumb, will retreat.

Although people like Mr. Wei participated in the revolution and made great achievements in that era, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, they also had a status and reputation commensurate with them, but "since ancient times, there have been many hardships and hardships, and once you enter the Houmen, it is as deep as the sea", the more you gain, the more you lose.

At some times, he is not even as good as an ordinary person, who can tease his grandson and live freely.

"The wall is thousands of miles, there is no desire, it is rigid, the sea is inclusive, and there is tolerance." Bai Ze's mind suddenly flashed a sentence that Lin Zexu, a famous minister of the late Qing Dynasty, had said, and then his whole body was vibrate: "If you have no desire, you will be strong, and if you have tolerance, isn't this a yin and yang, and only by separating rigidity and softness can you integrate the spirit into swordsmanship...... But this spirit ....... ”

After a while, after the old man Wei finished venting the anguish in his heart and gradually recovered, he turned around and saw Bai Ze, who was standing at the door, like a soul wandering out of the world, muttering to himself, and after listening carefully, he suddenly let out a long sigh and smiled bitterly.

"You kid is really a sword practitioner, and you don't even have the slightest distraction in your heart. However, what you said is right, if you want to practice swords, you must first give birth to a pair of sword courage, fearless, and courageous, only in this way can you cut off all the fetters that bind your body and mind. in order to finally reach the realm of the unity of man and sword. In my life, it seems that I can't do this, but my father once saw through the world in his old age and let go of everything in his heart, and in the last few pages of his sword book, there should be some discussion in this regard, you can think carefully about the truth in it, it will definitely help you. ”

"Looking at your sword from me, what you lack is a spirit that can be integrated into the sword. When my father practiced swords, it coincided with the collapse of the country and the collapse of the family, and he also experienced too much suffering in his life, but when he became a sword, he still had to wait until he let go of everything. However, the things he put down do not include the beliefs and spiritual ...... he has believed in all his life, and I can only tell you these truths, and the rest is up to you to understand. And on this last day, I can't teach you anything more, but I can show you some of the video materials left by my father when he practiced swords, and I can only watch it once, and how much you can get from it depends on your own fate. ”

"Come with me!" Old Man Wei seemed to have been prepared, and took Bai Ze all the way to the top floor of this hospital, walked straight into a multi-purpose hall, and turned on the LED imaging equipment hanging on the wall.

The next moment, the screen flashed, and the noise poured out, and after a while, a scene appeared inside, but the camera was playing an old man in a sweatshirt practicing swords.

The beard under the old man's chin is very long, the roots are silver-white, and the spirit is strong, and a little bit of the shadow of the old man Wei can be vaguely seen between his eyebrows and eyes, obviously it is his father who is recorded here.

The image on the monitor is completely black and white, although there are still a lot of "snowflakes", but fortunately, it is carefully preserved, and the image has been specially processed later, and the picture appears very clear.

The old man in the image is very slow, every move is as soft as water, and the steps under his feet are also very small, but step by step is like stepping on the "drum beat", his people and swords, light and man, move at will, obviously the moves are not half the same as the sword spectrum that Bai Ze has seen, but Bai Ze doesn't know why, but he knows that the old man has practiced the Wudang sword that he learned.

It's a strange feeling.

It's like it's meant to be.

Bai Ze didn't speak, he was addicted to it, staring without blinking a pair of eyes, watching the old man in the picture walk with a sword.

A whole set of swordsmanship, like flowing water, gently flowed through my mind.

Not in a hurry, not arrogant or impatient.

Slowly, Bai Ze saw that although the old man's sword was not used as a trick in the sword spectrum, but a sword and a sword, what was vaguely manifested was the basic skill of Wudang swordsmanship.

Moreover, Bai Ze's eyes were not only focused on the swordsmanship itself, but most of his energy was also on the old man's body and feet. Although the old man's movements when practicing the sword were gentle and slow, his clothes were in the midst of the sword, and they were encouraged by his own strength.

The rhythm of his footwork, light and concise, looks like an old ballad, and every step is on the idea of the song, free and easy.

The whole person's mind was immediately attracted, Bai Ze paid attention to every subtle movement on the old man's body, breathing, swallowing, carrying the sword, walking, and even figuring out every trace of muscle and bone movement under the old man's clothes in his heart. Gradually, looking at the old man's flowing posture, Bai Ze's thoughts became more and more calm, and in the end, his eyes were introverted, and in a trance, he seemed to have brought himself in whole.

At this moment, the old man was gone, and the one who practiced the sword became Bai Ze himself, and a faint feeling suddenly filled his entire chest.

I don't know how long it took, the sword shadow in the sky was retracted to the middle, and as the old man hissed, he spewed out white gas like practice, pulled out a straight arrow in the air, froze for a moment, and slowly dispersed, Bai Ze also came to his senses.

Then I saw the old man Wei beside him, who was sitting on the chair next to him with a relieved face, waved his hand at him, and said to Bai Ze: "You are very good, really good, practicing swords, not only to be diligent, but also to be fascinated, you were addicted just now." However, in addition to that, you also have to find the kind of spirit that belongs only to you, what sword to practice, how to practice, it is up to you. In the past, Zhuangzi said that there are three kinds of swords in the world, the sword of the Son of Heaven, the sword of the princes, and the sword of the Shuren, and abandon all kinds of meanings, only to talk about the sword, these three kinds of swords also have their own spirit and ideas, and the people who practice the sword from the sword in their own hands feel life and power. This is also the truth of sword intent in swordsmanship. ”

Bai Ze pondered silently: "Sword intent...... This seems to be the same as the meaning of the sword that the Mudao people said, and it has the same ....... ”

"Only after swordsmanship has its own spirit can it be completely alive and truly integrated with you! Otherwise, no matter how much you practice, you can only practice to the point where you are like me, at best, you are just a swordsmith, you can only follow the rules all your life, you can only pursue skills, and you will never become a master. ”

"Okay, everything that should be taught to you has been taught to you, your swordsmanship is not under me, I hope you can inherit my father's branch in the future. You go first, that's it, I'll let you know when the opportunity comes. Old Man Wei was sitting upright, looking at his father's figure on the screen, and there seemed to be water flashing in his eyes.

Bai Ze nodded, didn't say anything, just gave a deep salute to the old man and the screen, and then turned around and walked out.

(To be continued)