According to the rules of the Momoyama Sword Sect, a competition will be held a month after the new disciple enters the school to measure the talent of the new disciple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 To put it bluntly, it's about looking at the people among us who are really worth cultivating.

When Master told me the news, I swore that I was so frightened that even the chopsticks I was holding fell off, the bowl fell off, and the rice and meat were scattered all over the floor.

"I can't beat it, Master." I confess that I am a man who has never even held a sword a few times, how could I have beaten those beasts.

"So you're going to start practicing, don't you want to be a swordsman?" Master asked.

I had a big head for a while, but thinking that I had come to learn swords, I didn't complain. However, swordsman, after all, there must be a sword.

I had no choice but to ask the master to take the sword, and the master said again, and said that my head was bigger: "The sword is still my own." Many famous swordsmen would rather use ordinary iron swords that are always with them than famous swords that have not been used. Lonely, you must know that a swordsman must be familiar with his sword, and the longer that sword is by his side, the better. You have to know the feel of the sword, its weight, whether it is sharp or not, whether it is hard or not, etc., every sword is cold when it is put in our hands, and we swordsmen have to cover them. It's like the one behind you. ”

I covered the sword that Uncle Song left me, which was not called a sword, and was a little puzzled: "Master, how did you find out?" ”

"That sword is hidden in your lap, and anyone with even the slightest experience can see it at a glance." Master sighed, then untied the sword without my consent, looked at it for a while, and said, "Iron is good iron, but unfortunately there are too many people who cut it, and a few mouths are missing." ”

I looked at the broken sword that could barely be called a sword, but I didn't expect that the master would have a similar evaluation of it as Uncle Song.

"Go grind it well." Master handed me the broken sword, "The sword you sharpen yourself will be different from the one you took from someone else." ”

"Oh." I nodded in agreement, but I thought to myself that there was no need to sharpen such a sword, it would be easier to get a peerless sword again.

Later, the master brought a heavy sword out of nowhere, and it looked extremely heavy. The blade is almost non-existent, and it is covered with chips and scratches of iron and stone, and I don't know what bad things were used by the previous master, but it must have been used to do bad things in my hands anyway.

The heavy sword was more than half a foot wide and three feet long, and if it was heavy, it would be impossible to weigh seventy or eighty pounds. The first time I saw the heavy sword, I had a sense of foreboding that the most light time for my story was coming.

In most swordsman legends, those swordsmen with super skills always have an unforgettable experience of practicing swords, which is natural, only after practicing swords, can they go out to eat and drink everywhere, otherwise how to bully others. However, all swordsman legends don't give much description of this story, and often only one paragraph is needed: After experiencing pain, it will pass, right, but unfortunately, it will only pass after experiencing pain.

For me now, it's not a casual phrase, it's a pain that I have personally experienced.

Suddenly, I hoped that the process of my sword training could be replaced by the words "three years later" as in the story, and then I suddenly grew up.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be, I looked at the heavy sword, and felt more and more that it was actually a heavy iron rod that was directly smashed by the blacksmith.

I was holding this heavy sword, and I wanted my hands to be at shoulder level, but I couldn't. That's a hundred and eighty pounds of iron rods, how can it be said that it will be lifted up?

Master said, "To move the sword is to be as simple and smooth as flowing water. ”

It's a pity that I can't even lift a sword, let alone move it smoothly. The one hundred and eighty pounds of heavy sword lifted in my hand at most one breath, no matter how much it was.

"Clumsy as an old hen." This is Master's evaluation of me, and it is undeniable that it is true.

"Master, that's hard to hear. I hadn't practiced it before. I was dissatisfied.

"Oh, isn't it ugly? It's good that you didn't scold me. From this day on, you must carry your sword for at least one hour a day, otherwise you will not be allowed to eat. ”

The next day, the master came out with a lighter sword: "Hold the sword, hold it tightly." You can't just touch it. Go, take a sword and split that piece of bluestone into a stone chair. ”

"Master, it's a little difficult." I said, the bluestone he was talking about was not an ordinary stone, but a house-sized piece of iron (why is there so much ironstone there?). But even if it's only the size of a chair, I can't split it.

"This, I can't split it every few years." I estimated it, and in hindsight, I really wanted to slap myself in the face, but it didn't take more than ten years to split there.

"It's okay, I can afford to wait." Master replied with a smile, "I split for two hours every day, and I don't have food until I finish chopping." ”

Swing your sword! Chop stones! Every time the lighter sword slashed on the bluestone, there were sparks slashing out, accompanied by a huge shock from my tiger's mouth, and my hand bleed in less than a stick of incense. It's a pity that it is impossible to stop, the master is sitting next to him, and when he stops, the master will call directly.

At the end of such a day, I still couldn't hold the sword in my hand. It was much more difficult than I had imagined, and it was definitely beyond the reach of a tender hand like mine, who was only used for stealing in Night City. The next day, I ate without any problems, but I could barely hold the chopsticks.

On the third day, the master brought a sword of about the same weight: "Sword, be accurate." The quasi-head thing does not rely on anything else, but only on one's own experience. It's like killing too many people, and the place you aim at is naturally different. ”

On the third day, I was asked to keep swinging my sword to cut down the fallen leaves, and I swung like this for an hour, and not a single leaf was cut.

Master looked at me and suddenly smiled, he came over and took the sword in my hand: "Lonely, you must know that we must have a murderous aura when we swing our swords. Or aura, you must have sword energy, you must have momentum, and you must believe that you can cut it, so that you can cut everything accurately. ”

Speaking of which, the sword he slashed out is still unforgettable to me, that sword, the falling leaves were suddenly shaken by a storm, those fluttering leaves that were not selected were slashed to both sides by a sword, and the selected one seemed to be caught by something, allowing the sword to cut in half.

"What was that?" I asked, swallowing foam.

"Sword qi, sword field, murderous qi, you can say anything." Master looked at me, my neck to be exact.

The breath reappeared, like a wild beast rushing towards me, and I felt something strange in my neck, and fear suddenly slashed into my heart like a sword of materialization. When I woke up, my back was wet with cold sweat.

"Let's practice slowly." Master handed me the sword.

"How do you practice, Master?"

"Practice swords like this at the beginning, and kill when you see fit. There are more people you have killed, and your murderous aura is naturally not comparable to others. Master replied, and walked away.

On the third day, I had to carry my sword for one hour and split stones for two hours, and I had to swing my sword to chop leaves for two hours, and my whole body was already wet with sweat several times, and as for eating, I ate a lot more than usual, but I couldn't pick up chopsticks.

On the fourth day, when I was sleeping soundly, Master woke me up and said, "Lonely guest, I don't think your physical strength can keep up. Let's start running a few laps around Momoyama every day today. ”

"Don't make trouble, Master." I replied vaguely, "I was too tired from practicing yesterday, so let me sleep a little more today." ”

"Oh." Master agreed, and after a pillar of incense, I was thrown directly onto the road, and my clothes were thrown out immediately.

I still had to run for an hour that day, and everyone who ran to the Taoshan Sword Sect all got up and looked at me, looking at me with a mocking face, and I naturally felt extremely embarrassed.

By the time I ran back to the cottage where Master lived, I was exhausted, my clothes were soaked with sweat, and I was falling like a curtain of rain. I felt like a teapot that was constantly bubbling out, white with sweat all over my body, but thirsty in my mouth.

When I arrived at the cottage, Master was making tea, and as soon as he saw me, he brushed the floor and threw the teapot over!

How did the people in the story play handsome at this time? Of course, I caught it steadily, and then poured it down boldly, and then shouted: Cool!

Bang dang!

It's a pity that the teapot master threw it too quickly, or I reacted too slowly, and the blue and white teapot shattered after such a clang. Master and I were speechless, and after a long while, Master sighed, "My only teapot." ”

That day, after drinking water, it was another hour of sword movement. I was only able to eat after carrying my sword, and I was almost paralyzed when I sat at the dinner table.

"Lonely guest, judging from your performance just now, your reflexes need to be strengthened." Master said earnestly, "From today on, ......"

When I heard this, I hurriedly sandwiched two pieces of meat into Master's bowl: "Master, don't make trouble, if you make any more trouble, I will die." Come to Master, eat vegetables, eat meat, hurry up. ”

Master sighed: "Okay, let you practice like this first, and then talk about it after a fight." ”

In the month before the start of the first game of the Momoyama Sword Sect, I was forced by my master to practice swords for a month, and I didn't learn any sword moves, not even a single thing about swords. There was almost only one thing I learned in the first month, and that was to hold the sword in my hand. It took me a month to learn to hold the sword in my hand, and I don't think it makes sense to fight anyone.

My clothes are wet with sweat every day and then steamed dry with body temperature. Every day, in addition to eating and sleeping, the body endures torture at other times, and even when he goes to the toilet, he is required to carry the heavy sword of seventy or eighty pounds. Such a life has never been more fulfilling, and time has passed in a flash.

A month later, the autumn exam arrived.