The one who can calmly oppose one emperor can only be another emperor.

The young people who are struggling to support them obviously do not have such power.

A hint of contempt appeared in the Sword Emperor's eyes:

"If you're here, why don't you speak?"

The young man does not speak.

Look at the dust on the ground.

The wind blows the clouds, and the shadows of the clouds cover the dust, and the dust is still dust.

The wind blows the dust and blows a cloud of dust down the deep stream, and the dust that falls is still dust.

Clouds can obscure the sunlight of dust, and the wind can blow them all down deep streams, but as strong as they are, they cannot change the insistence of a small speck of dust "I am dust".

You can take away my happiness and ruin my body, but you can't shake my persistence. My perseverance is deeply rooted in my soul, and it is what makes me who I am, so that I can die with pride, not live to bend my knees.

"The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?"

I'm not afraid of death.

I will serve my sword, and I will live and die from it, and there is nothing else to do it.

The young man lifted his eyes.

The sky and the earth are clear.

He spoke:

"Wei Rusheng, the swordsman under the door of Zhishui Villa, asks to see the sword god."

The Sword Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly:

"You're just a swordsman?"

"Nope." The young man corrected, "I am a swordsman. ”

I'm a swordsman.

You are the Sword Emperor, and I am the Swordsman.

You have your strength, I have my dignity.

I respect myself, so no one can look down on me.

I'm a swordsman.

The Sword Emperor was solemn.

Sitting:

"Yes, sir." He said.

Even if it is a nobody's lesson, he accepts it; Just one word taught him. You should be honored as a gentleman.

The Sword Emperor deserves to be called the Sword Emperor.

The rest are like stubborn self-use, closing their eyes and listening to everyone, but they are just national beetles.

The Sword Emperor said: "The old man has been learning swords since he was a child, and he has not been defeated for many years since he was thirty years old. Wei Men can come out with a sword if he is alive! ”

These words are already the highest affirmation for young people. The swordsman won this battle, and he should die without regrets!

Young people don't make swords.

Jing Jing Dao:

"The seniors seem to have said one less word."

"Oh?"

"Leave one arm, but you can also walk."

"You're going to choose the path of the broken arm?" The Sword Emperor asked.

The young man laughed.

Flick the sword, unsheath, slash, drop the arm!

A left arm falls to the ground.

Blood spurted.

But the young man did not stop the bleeding.

Offering a left arm is a tribute to the owner of this mountain, and he roared to stop the bleeding himself. Isn't that rude?

Respect for the one to whom you are presenting. That is, a tribute to yourself.

Therefore, the waist of the young man is still very straight.

The Sword Emperor was moved, raised his sleeves, and "snorted" with a strong wind to stop the bleeding for the young people. Asked in a deep voice:

"The swordsman fights. Death is death. What is a broken arm? ”

The young man was pale and calm as water:

"Because I'm not here for war."

"Oh."

"I am entrusted by men. I must see the sword god and send a message. ”

"The road of the broken arm may not be able to see the sword god."

"Yes. But if you choose to fight with your predecessors, you will lose. Entrusted by others. Loyal to people, in the next way, you can only take the road to see the sword god as much as possible, so as to be worthy of the mission. The young man said quietly.

The Sword Emperor was silent, and for a moment, he said:

"Entrusted by men, loyal to people. Zong Zhou Gong and Jing Qing are just like that. ”

Such a high rating!

The young man was dignified and accepted without excuse.

If you have a clear conscience, why bother to shirk.

However, the Sword Emperor still didn't give way.

He said, "The old man wants to ask one more thing." ”

The young man frowned: "But I want to ask what kind of letter I want to preach?" ”

"Nope." The Sword Emperor shook his head, "The old man is here, his position is just a check, what kind of letter to pass is between you and the Sword God, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

The emperor has the office of the emperor, God has the office of God, and the messenger has the office of the messenger.

Each man is but doing his duty and taking his place.

The position of the Sword Emperor has been completed.

So what did he want to ask?

"Why did you cut off your left arm?" The Sword Emperor asked, "The path of the broken arm does not clearly state which arm should be broken, why did you cut off the arm that you really used to make the sword?" ”

For the hand of the young man who is accustomed to the sword is the left hand!

He killed the middle-aged scribe with a sword, isn't it his left hand!

But his sword is on the left side like ordinary people, and when he draws his sword and breaks his arm, he uses his right hand, how can the Sword Emperor know that his left arm is more important to him?

The young man didn't ask.

He just replied first: "Since I agreed to sacrifice one of my own things, how can I choose a more useless part to sacrifice." If I despise my sacrifice like this, how can I hope that the Sword God will value my sacrifice and promise to see me? ”

Gifts should be given heavy gifts, otherwise it is better not to give them.

The Sword Emperor bowed slightly.

The young man then asked, "But how did the seniors know how to make the sword stronger with the lower left hand?" ”

The Sword Emperor smiled: "Blister Ding Xie Niu, at a glance, you can know where to enter the knife, where to turn, the muscles and bones, all in front of you." If it's you, can you see it? ”

"I can't."

"But if the ox you solve is in the form of a blistering ding, a slight sign of qiē, which is not visible, will appear in front of you, and it will be as huge as a salary. There are different arms in kendo, and there will be subtle differences in structure and movement, and I can see it, and you can see it one day. "Sword Emperor Dao.

Do it and think carefully, so you can see what people can't see and what people can't do.

The young man nodded solemnly: "Thank you for the teachings of your predecessors." ”

The Sword Emperor nodded, avoiding the side.

Get out of the way.

The road at the cost of a broken arm can guarantee the life of pedestrians, but what is at the end of the road is a mystery.

Can you meet the Sword God?

The young man let out a long breath.

He has done what he can do, and the rest. Leave it up to the other party to decide.

The mountain breeze flows.

Birdsong and the scent of leaves.

There are boulders and stumps on the road.

These boulders and tree stumps seem to be lined up in a strange formation.

With no one to warn or explain, the young man suddenly finds himself stepping into a labyrinth.

In front of him, there are thousands of households and endless turns, and at this time, Ren Young Man's heart is firm, and he can't help but look back.

Looking back, the way has been lost.

With every step, the place where I once stepped fell into a gray mist, covering the cobwebs of Konoha and never being able to find them again. The only thing that a person can see and walk is the road in front of him.

And there are millions of roads in front of us, how to go?

The young man closes his eyes.

When you open your eyes. You can see the world in front of you. When you close your eyes. But you can see the memories.

When he stepped into this position, the young man remembered that he was walking on a mountain road, which was neither wide nor narrow, and it followed the mountain. Forward direction around the position. About fifty paces away. Turned to Shen Xiang and disappeared behind the mountain.

He walked.

Walk fifty steps towards the road in your memory. Turn to Shen Xiang and take another ten steps.

Open your eyes.

The mountain breeze flows.

Birdsong and the scent of leaves.

Looking back, boulders and stumps are left behind. The formation has passed.

This is not a "living array", but a "maze".

The "Living Array" lays out mechanisms, and the "roads" and "walls", "living eyes" and "traps" inside can be transformed at any time; And the "maze" itself remains the same, but it uses all kinds of illusions to charm people's minds and make people go the wrong way.

Young people will not be able to break this formation, but simply go according to their memories and follow the right path, and this formation will not be broken.

At this moment, he turned back and saw that there were several small paths leading out of the mountain road where the maze was placed, stretching down the mountain, which he had not seen before because of the mountain-shaped formation.

If he had chosen one of the paths he saw in front of him, he would probably have walked them down the mountain and returned empty-handed, right?

Now that he is on the right path and has passed the formation, doesn't it mean that he can see the sword god?

The young people were in good spirits.

At this time, he heard the sound of the piano.

The piano sounds good.

Even a young man who doesn't understand the rhythm of music thinks it's good.

Just like you haven't learned "the triumphant wind from the south", but blowing in the spring breeze, you will also feel comfortable; Similarly, when you see a beautiful woman, your heart beats, and you don't have to go through the edification of "quiet women" first.

I think the sound of the piano is good, that's it, it's a natural thing.

The young man came to the end of the mountain road.

I saw a bamboo house, a bamboo corridor, a natural wooden screen in front of the open hall to cover it, and an old man in front of the screen was stroking the piano.

The white hair is sparse, tied with a bamboo hairpin, the face is full of wrinkles, and there are traces of dirt on the blue coarse cloth Zen robe.

But it's so natural, so relaxed.

It seems to grow from heaven and earth, calmly swim between heaven and earth, the wind follows the clouds, not controlled by external objects, but all in mind.

This state is God.

Sword, God!

Young people stand.

Silent.

If you have lost your voice.

But respectfully receive the sound of the piano.

The injuries that had been made along the way were healed suddenly at the sound of the piano, except for the slight weakness due to blood loss, the rest were no longer in serious trouble.

Hand down.

Piano breath.

The sword god spoke, "You're here?" ”

The voice is kind.

Like an old father at home, when he sees his child coming home, he greets him "Come back?" "So kind.

The young man's nose suddenly became sore.

Some people, beaten, killed, humiliated, and experienced hardships and hardships, will not frown, but when the spring breeze blows, they can't help but wet their eyes.

An iron-clad swordsman also has such moments.

The young man bowed his head and coughed in disguise.

He wasn't used to moments like this.

Although he was not very old, he did not think that he was a child anymore.

At this time he thought that the woman and the child would cry. It will not be until a long, long time later, that I will find that a soft place in my heart will always be a child, no matter how many years I have passed, as long as I am touched, I will make a person have tears.

And this soft place is the last reason why people are human

The sword god has begun to ask, "You heard my piano and what do you think it looks like?" ”

God's question must have hidden a mystery!

The young man thought about it, but couldn't think of a better answer, so he had to honestly say, "Like water." ”

There was a "porphyr" laugh from behind the screen.

The sword god said lightly: "Xiutong is rude. Then he said to the young man, "This is a famous show, you can call him Xiutong." ”

As he introduced, the screen seemed to be moved by an invisible goblin, and slowly slid to the side, revealing a small boy behind it.

He doesn't look good, very bad:

His entire chest and arms were wrapped in thick bandages, and he could only sit stiffly on the crimson lacquered swallow-patterned wooden couch, unable to move.

He was the first sword boy to be wounded by the young man. (To be continued......)