The morning sun is rising, and the morning light of late autumn gradually dispels the slight chill, and every qiē will move towards a new beginning from this moment.

Outside [Mingyuxuan], a verdant bamboo forest, bamboo leaves everywhere, in the late autumn has been piled up thick, a trace of autumn cold wind blowing the dead bamboo leaves on the ground came to the light sound of "Sha-Sha-", a crisp birdsong, far away at the bottom of the deep valley, a thin figure in the depths of the bamboo forest holding a rusty long sword, repeating the same action, from the sweat beads on the young man's forehead, he has been here for a long time.

The grinding sound of drawing swords sounded.

"Qiang-Qiang--Qiang-", the whole hour of the young man repeated the same action, Guiguzi on the side just watched quietly, today when he practiced the Guigu swordsmanship, Yan Hong has been remembered, although it is not well understood but it is not difficult to do it freely, but then Yan Hong found a rusty sword, when Guiguzi was surprised, he had begun to draw the sword repeatedly, and gradually Guiguzi who was standing aside smiled, smiled very happily, extremely talented, early in wisdom, and extremely high understanding, But he knows how to persevere, the young Yan Hong already has too many advantages that others don't have, [Drawing Sword Style] is almost the starting style of all swordsmanship, whether it is [Vertical and Horizontal Sword], [Mojia Sword], [Confucian Sword], or the Yin and Yang Family's [Vaporizing Sword] is ever-changing, but this is the most basic starting style that is ignored by most swordsmen, yes, everyone who ignores only a little bit of sword can only be called [swordsman] instead of [swordsman], Swordsmen often inadvertently abandon the best key to stepping into the way of the sword at the beginning of learning the sword, that is, the foundation, they forget that the gorgeous sword moves are started by the starting style, and evolved one by one, when the swordsman comprehends the essence of swordsmanship, gives up flashy moves and pursues the basic sword style from the moment he becomes a swordsman, and when the swordsman really integrates the sword style, it is the small realm of the person who uses the sword [Sword King].

When the swordsman becomes the sword king, he will really get rid of the restrictions of martial arts, and enter the realm of [Dao] that every martial arts student dreams of, when Yan Hong gave up the vertical and horizontal sword and practiced the basic sword style, Guiguzi knew that Yan Hong had won at the starting line, this is not about the level of martial arts, this is the cultivation of the state of mind, Yan Hong has a [sword heart] from the beginning to pursue the way of heaven and explore the avenue, through the flashy fog Yan Hong has seen through the essence of the sword, although Yan Hong is only the cultivation of the peak of the day after tomorrow at the moment, But Yan Hong's state of mind has reached the realm of kendo, and after two thousand years of accumulation, his road to kendo will be a smooth road in the future.

The quiet Guiguzi turned and left. For this closed disciple Guiguzi's heart, there is no worry in his heart. He is only relieved, because he knows that Yan Hong's kendo path can only rely on himself, everyone's path is different, but they have the same end, he will wait at the peak of kendo, waiting for an opponent in this world who can compete with him.

"Qiang-Qiang-Qiang-" The person had left, and the wind had stopped, leaving only the arrogant back of the young man, the crisp sound of the sword, and the sweat that gradually gathered at the young man's feet.

Time passed, I don't know how long it had passed, the young man's rusty sword was even more decayed, and his clothes were already a little torn, but the sound of the sword in the bamboo forest was getting softer and softer.

"Qiang-Qiang-Qiang-"

"Ahh

"Click-click-click-"

The sun sets, the stars change, "click-", a one-zhang thick bamboo in front of the young man broke off in response.

【Draw the sword】The sword is fateful, and the fate is silent.

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Drizzle like silk, back mountain, cliff side.

It's still the young man wielding the rusty sword, not long ago, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie had a trial, but the master's evaluation was only two words [decisive].

"Killed one, saved one, in fact, the person who was killed should be grateful to me. Because I've got revenge. "Two bloody tiger heads in the left hand, and a long sword dripping with blood in the right hand, the answer is still cold and arrogant, Wei Zhuang will always be Wei Zhuang!

Empty handed. The tiger died, the man died, the sword was broken, and it seemed that nothing could be accomplished. The most decisive and Gagnie didn't seem to understand.

Looking at the senior brother standing on the edge of the cliff, Yan Hong knew that in fact, Gai Nie understood that he had made a decision at the beginning of the trial in his heart, but this decision was not realized.

patted Gai Nie's shoulder, "Senior brother." I know you've made up your mind, haven't you? Although he was asking, his tone was unhesitating.

With a faint look, he did not answer. There was a hint of guilt in Gaigne's eyes, it was a silent mourning for a lost life, was the decision really wrong, there were no words, but a silent inquiry.

"Senior brother, you were not wrong at that time. But now you are wrong, and your decision must be supported by strength. It's not that you're not making a decision, it's that you're not strong enough. "The figure turned, quietly left, whether you understand or not depends on yourself, senior brother.

Daigo empowerment, deafening, a qiē and a qiē suddenly opened up at this moment, [My decision is not wrong, but I am not strong enough, when I have strong strength, this qiē will be realized, I will use the sword in my hand to realize my Dao] At this moment, Gai Nie really opened his own Dao.

Jumping into the biting river, the cold temperature instantly spread to the entire body, he wanted to use the biting river water to wash away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and only the attachment to the sword and the comprehension of the Tao were left in his heart.

The rain was heavy, the wind was cold, and in the valley where the wind was strongest, Wei Zhuang stood with his sword, and his white hair danced with the wind.

"Second brother, I'm here."

glanced at Yan Hong lightly, with appreciation and a smile in his eyes, "You're here, is he okay?" ”

"Senior brother is fine now, but I don't understand, why don't you go and sue him yourself?" There was a deep incomprehension in the words.

"Nope! She and I are destined to have one fall, but you are different, from the moment you were brought into the ghost valley by the master, I knew that you and we were different, I thought that my senior brother and I would always be opposed until the end of our lives, but your appearance gave us a chance to change. ”

"Second brother! I know, in fact, you're not—" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Zhuang.

"Hehe, you don't have to say it, since you understand, why don't I understand it myself." Yes, Wei Zhuang smiled, and smiled happily.

"No matter what the future holds, the second brother will always be the second brother, and this will not change." Yan Hong also smiled, smiling sincerely, but with a hint of bitterness.

"Enough, it's good to have your words, three people and three swords will be sent to change the fate of the world on behalf of Guigu-haha" The two laughed in unison, but they didn't know that in the distance, Guiguzi also laughed [Xiaozhuang, Zihong, you are enlightened, Master Nie'er believes that you are also enlightened, right, hehe].

Bamboo forests, valleys, riversides.

Three places, three teenagers, three swords, an inseparable love.

Different kendoes, but destined to the same end.

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The ghost valley is famous, and the sword is proud.

The sword reflects the moon and the moon, and the wind howls and the water clouds.

Laughing to himself, the spirits have passed a thousand rounds.

The sword is forged with love, and the hero is with you