Today, the city of Lingnan is heavy and rainy, and the gray clouds cover the sky over Lingnan, and the heavy rain sometimes pours down, sometimes it is dripping, sometimes it is big and sometimes it is small, and the rain has no tendency to gradually stop. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bean-sized raindrops knocked the lush young leaves to the ground, unscrupulously washing the dusty streets, adding a touch of clarity and freshness to the city.

The recruitment of the barbarians is still going on, but the next thing is handled by Wen Sitong, Su Heng found a teahouse in the city in a leisurely and elegant manner, sat down calmly, tasted a pot of tea that was not too good, and looked at the raindrops outside the eaves, which was peaceful.

There are very few people in the teahouse, and under this stormy wind and rain, not many people can calm down and drink a few cups of tea like Su Heng.

There was an ordinary cypress table in front of Su Heng, and in addition to a pot of boiling tea on the table, there were also several plates of rough and neatly arranged refreshments.

Su Heng sat there alone, his expression was unwavering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

A gust of wind struck, and the howling sound of the wind mixed with the raindrops entered the teahouse, and Su Heng sat on the long street, half of his body was instantly wet by the rain.

"Sir, there is danger."

An ugly-looking middle-aged man with several scars on his face suddenly appeared behind Su Heng.

The man was dressed in white, holding a long sword, his head was lowered, and his expression was calm, like a wooden stake standing still, as if he had been standing behind Su Heng from the beginning.

Su Heng casually pinched a few pieces of pastry cut into pieces and threw them into his mouth, chewing slowly: "Confucian people? ”

Jin Fengming was still expressionless: "It's a Confucian white-clothed swordsman." ”

"Then kill them all." Su Heng's tone was calm, outsiders couldn't hear any difference, Jin Fengming had followed him for so long, but he heard the anger hidden in the words.

Su Heng was really angry in his heart, he didn't expect that Confucianism would be so unscrupulous that he dared to send someone to kill him in broad daylight, could it be that he felt that he was a soft persimmon and wanted to make an example of himself by killing chickens and monkeys?

I didn't want to tear my face with Confucianism too early, but now that the matter has come to this, there is only one battle to the end.

Let's see today, who's the butcher and who's the chicken......

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The rain continued unabated, falling wantonly, the streets and alleys were invisible, and the huge long streets were desolate.

Click......

The sound of footsteps sounded at the end of the long street, from far to near, many people on both sides of the long street looked out through the crack in the door, curious who did not go home on this rainy day, and there seemed to be many people listening to the sound.

Fifty men in white with hats on their heads walked in unison and in unison, walking down the long street, seemingly aiming for a teahouse at the other end of the long street.

Fifty white-clothed men were holding swords and wearing cloth shoes, although they were soaked in the rain, but they didn't care, and still walked slowly.

Footsteps splashed stains and mud in the water, staining the white robes to the ground.

"Stop!"

The white-robed man in the lead suddenly shouted, and fifty people reacted sensitively, stopped at the same time, and looked up at the people blocking the road in front of them.

The man was dressed like them, dressed in white, with a hat and a sword.

It's just that they know that the person in front of them is obviously not the same as them.

"Confucianism acts, please give way." The white-clothed swordsman in the lead spoke in a cold tone, but he was polite, they had important things to do today, and they didn't want to provoke right and wrong.

"It's you who kills ......"

Jin Fengming raised his head slowly, and because of the long pause and no movement on the hat, the rain that gathered together poured down.

An ugly face covered with scars, a pair of sharp eyes full of murderous intent but calm as water, and a thin sword as thin as a cicada's wings and translucent with white light.

No one could see when the sword was unsheathed, only the white light flashed, the elegance was peerless, and the bean-sized rain in mid-air was broken by a sword, and the rain broke the link.

Puff ......

The leading white-clothed swordsman fell to the ground, and there was a sword mark as thin as a hair around his neck.

"Kill!" The remaining forty-nine white-clothed swordsmen drank together, and the forty-nine long swords were unsheathed together, and the Confucian white-clothed sword array surrounded Jin Fengming.

"Hmph." The corners of Jin Fengming's mouth hooked, his toes tapped, and a splash of water appeared, the long sword in his hand flipped quickly in the rain, the sword shadow moved, and the whole figure seemed to change into countless clones, the sword roared, and the heavenly thunder on Lingnan City played a killing song in unison.

"Jen!" The white shadow swayed, and the figure shuttled in the rain, which was the prototype of the white-clothed sword array of Confucianism.

"Righteousness!" The long swords crossed together, sealing the dead corners around them.

"Ceremony!" The sword light flickered, attacking with defense, and accumulating thick and ready to go.

"Wisdom!" The formation changed again, the sword was tricky, and the killing intent was beginning to form.

"Faith!" The killing intent has been gathered, and the way of the five constants is gathered with a sword, and there is a potential to kill the Buddha and demons.

Although the world-famous white-clothed sword formation has been formed, it only got two words that Jin Fengming was impatient: "Dry tongue." ”

These two words were a little loud and crisp, and the group of white-clothed swordsmen showed anger on their faces, and immediately lost their usual gentleness and elegance, and turned into executioners with blood-stained hands.

The sword momentum is gathered, the anger is monstrous, with fearless faith, the Confucian way of the five constants, a sword stabs.

"What is kendo?" The lore sword momentum stirred up the pouring rain and rolled in, but Jin Fengming was talking to himself there, his eyes were deep and dull.

That year, he knelt three times and bowed nine times, along the snowy steep slope, all the way up the Tianshan Mountain, and finally entered the mountain gate.

That year, he only sharpened one sword and practiced one move in ten years, and finally became a sword force.

That year, he went down to the Tianshan Mountain, became famous in a battle, and killed 131 corrupt officials and corrupt officials.

That year, he entered the imperial court, became an eagle dog, and became the executioner who killed people without blinking, and he was always accompanied by only that sword, but he lost his sword heart and forgot the way of the sword.

Now, he asked himself, and asked the same sentence that a white-haired old man on the Tianshan Mountain had asked him, what is the way of the sword?

What is kendo......

What is kendo?

"Kill!" The killing sword gathered by the white-clothed sword array finally arrived, and with the shouts that resounded through the heavens and the earth, the white-clothed swordsman holding the sword didn't notice the man in front of him, and it seemed to be stronger......

It turns out that this is my kendo......

A sword out, there is no world of ten thousand swords to worship, there is no power to cut the sky and the earth, only a sword, a sword as plain as water, like a warm spring breeze, spring flowers, warm, peaceful.

No one saw how this sword was formed, only the plain sword broke through the white-clothed sword formation where the five permanent ways converged, and the world-famous Confucian swordsmanship was pale and powerless under the power of this sword, and it seemed that it was nothing more than that......

The rain was falling rapidly, the rain was more rapid and faster, the thunder flashed, and fifty corpses lay peacefully on the long street, the rain had already washed away the blood, and there was not a trace in sight.

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