The law enforcement elders have weight, and so do the words he says. The pen %fun %www.biquge.info is not afraid of being crushed to death by him, but afraid of being smoked to death by his bad breath before being crushed to death by him. The law enforcement elder was a very informal person, and an elder next to him saw that he was sweating profusely and handed him a clean handkerchief. Who would have thought that the handkerchief would turn black and yellow as soon as he wiped the sweat in the hands of the law enforcement elders.

The law enforcement elder shook his stomach, stood in front of more than 1,000 of us, and said, "Next, the head of the house speaks and salutes." With that, he laboriously bent down and saluted, and more than 1,000 of us naturally followed suit, and the scene of so many people should be spectacular.

As we spoke, an old man with half a hundred hair walked briskly through the crowd to us. His steps were fast, and as he passed by me, I felt only a fresh breeze passing by, and I didn't hear anything.

The old man walked up to us and said to us in a very gentle voice, "Quick, get up." ”

We got up and saw an old man with a rosy face, smiling, but very wrinkled, and his eyes were shining with a fine light, which I have seen, the eyes of men who come to Night City only glow when they see women, or when Uncle Song and I see money.

This ruddy-faced old man is the seventh-generation head of the Taoshan Sword Sect - Tao Jiang.

People call it old ginger, naturally, this is what I heard later.

Maybe it's because Jiang eats too much, the head of Tao Jiang has an excellent complexion, and now he recalls that he is really **** red, and the red and white peach blossom pattern embroidery on a wide green robe is lifelike, which is particularly eye-catching.

The head of peach ginger likes to eat ginger, I don't know if it is because of this reason that he changed his name to peach ginger, or because he likes to eat ginger because of the peach ginger he is called.

Later, I found out that it was his father who liked to eat ginger, so he forced him to eat ginger, and not only that, but also changed his name to peach ginger. As a result, slowly, Tao Jiang ate more ginger, and he also liked ginger.

The head of Tao Jiang looked at us, his face was still full of smiles, and he said: "The characteristics of my person will be known in a while, that is, thrift, in a word, if you can save it, you can save it, and the price of ginger has risen recently." Alright, salute. ”

I'm speechless below, it's thrifty, it's pure stinginess.

"Tea ceremony!" The law enforcement elder shouted, and then waved his hand effortlessly, and more than a dozen senior sisters with thin eyebrows and willow waists came up with tea.

What's going on? We have thousands of people here, what's the matter with these dozen cups of tea? I felt something was wrong.

The next moment, I almost squirted. The dozen or so cups of tea were constantly poured with water in front of more than a dozen elders. The head of the family is really economical, and he doesn't even want to give more tea, and by the time I arrived, there was only white water left in the teacup.

The elder in front of me looked at me and smiled, neither of them knew each other, but they still performed this master-apprentice ceremony.

After the salute, it was time for several important disciples to read out the rules of the Momoyama Gate. The law enforcement elder is really lazy, and he even needs his disciples to do this.

Xu Ao's reading was still very good, at that time, many teenagers could see that he could see the gods, the clothes, the jewelry, the movements, the chic manners, the voice, the expression, they were all very handsome, especially when he stammered: "Momoyama!" Disciples, people. Listen to me......"

I didn't listen to Xu Ao read out the door rules much that day, but patronized to see An Luojun. It was only when I heard others laughing that I began to listen carefully to a few words about Xu Ao: "Follow the rules of the Taoshan Gate, don't prostitute grades, don't study for a doctorate, don't train for alcohol......"

After Xu Ao read out the rules of the Taoshan Gate, it was the first lesson of the Taoshan Sword Sect, the kendo class.

This course is generally taught by the head of the school, but there are some things that the law enforcement elders ignore when they talk about it. There are extremely many rules of the Taoshan Sword Sect, not to mention encountering an illiterate bastard like Xu Ao to read them? Half of them were already drowsy, and Tao Jiang was even more so, closing his eyes in his place.

When the law enforcement elder spoke, Tao Jiang was sleeping soundly, but unfortunately the law enforcement elder had just woken up after so long, and he didn't know yet: "Next, I would like to invite the head to speak, and I will give you the first lesson - kendo." ”

The law enforcement elder's voice was very loud, no different from thunder, and such a voice naturally woke up Tao Jiang at once.

The man who was sleeping soundly woke up suddenly, and he didn't touch his head for a while, and when he saw us saluting, he thought that this morning's business was over, and we were sending him off.

"Scattered? Then disperse. With that, he got up and left quickly, and for a while, the law enforcement elder disappeared before he could open his mouth. This time it's the turn of the law enforcement elder to get off the stage, he can't find someone to find the head of the house, and it's not good for him to disperse like this, just kidding, we still have to take kendo classes.

That day, when we thought that we were about to disperse after being embarrassed, who knew that the law enforcement elder actually held back for a long time and then taught us a kendo class by himself.

"Master tell you, kendo, do you know what it is?"

"I don't know." We replied in unison.

"I don't know what kendo is? You guys are so stupid, you don't have any talent for learning kendo! The law enforcement elder immediately asked unceremoniously.

We were very upset down there, but that man was an elder of law enforcement, and we couldn't beat him, and we didn't want to quarrel with him who could still smell bad breath ten steps away.

The law enforcement elder scolded for a long time that day, and when we thought he was going to continue scolding, the law enforcement elder looked at us, and really didn't know how to talk about kendo, so we had to go back to our respective masters.

Uncle Song told me what was going on with the thing about kendo, but it shouldn't be wrong to ask one more person today.

"Kendo? What is it? Master asked me suspiciously while nibbling on the roast chicken.

"Master, you don't know?" I should be surprised, I think that a person like Master must know this thing, and then tell me about it for three days and three nights, so that I have an epiphany, and since then, swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds, and it won't take long to become a generation of swordsmen, but Master doesn't know kendo.

"I think I've heard it said, but I really don't remember. Should I know? "Master asked me.

"Huh?" I didn't know what to say for a moment, "Reminder, kendo is the reason to hold a sword." ”

"Oh." The master nodded, then wiped his oily hand on his white robe, and said, "That's cutting people." ”

"What?" I can't believe it.

"I said, if kendo means the reason to hold a sword, then my kendo is to cut people. The reason I took the sword was that I wanted to cut people, I didn't want to be cut by people. It's a pity that I'm getting older, and I'm less and less able to cut people, but I'm more and more afraid of being cut by others. When Master said these words, he was a little sad, and he wanted to raise his sword and cut everyone in the world.

"Well," Master said with a smile as he looked at me, "Lonely guest, you are still very young, you should be able to cut a lot of people." ”

"Master? Is kendo really about slashing people? ”

"Why else would you just carry a piece of iron with you? What is the fundamental difference between a sword and an iron block, isn't it that the sword is made to cut people? ”

"I can't argue with that." I said dumbfoundedly, yes, how much meaning does the sword give to it, but isn't the original meaning of the sword to cut people? The meaning of the sword, the role of the sword, and the spirit of the sword are said a lot, the sword is used to cut people and not be cut by people, otherwise why invent such a dangerous weapon?

"Because what I'm saying is right, and of course you can't argue with it." Master smiled and said, "In my time, children only spoke kendo. We only want to know one thing, who can I kill and who can kill me. Only the weak emphasize meaning, and the strong only compete for the strong and the weak. ”

"Then why did you kill them?"

The master stopped suddenly, and he smiled, as if he was thinking about something from the past: "At first, I didn't know why I killed, but when you kill to a certain extent, when you have a relationship with this world, you will find that you can't help whether you want to kill or not." ”

As soon as I heard this being said by a person with a story, I don't seem to have much to do with the world that I have to hold a sword. Yes, I have little to no relationship with the world.

But speaking of swords, it's time to talk about the black sword. The black sword was inserted in a boulder, and the stone was a typical iron stone, even if the iron sword was slashed on it, it would leave a few sword marks at most, and it was hard to imagine how the black sword was inserted into this iron stone in the first place.

The sword patterns on the black sword are very complicated, and the black sword itself is also very strange, although his sword body is double-edged, it is asymmetrical, but one side is wide and the other is narrow, the wide face is thin and sharp, and the narrow face is also sharp. It's more like a sword, a sword with a weird shape. I asked Master about its origin.

"I don't know." Master replied to me, "It existed before I came here, and it came before me. The only thing I know of is a rumor, which seems to say: only the lonely and proud can pull it out. ”

"What do you mean? Could this sword be psychic? How does it know if the one who plucks it out is the loneliest and proudest of all? ”

"The so-called lonely and proud is not necessarily literal." The master replied, "Among the swordsmen who walked on the road of famous swordsmen, was there one who was not lonely?" Therefore, the so-called meaning of solitude and pride may also be strong enough. The path of a swordsman is that the stronger it is, the more lonely it is. ”

"Really?" Half-convinced, I walked over to the black sword and began my first draw. The black sword was extremely cold in my hand, and I pulled it up, only to hear a crisp sword sound, and then I felt a huge force pulling down. After a long effort, my slender arm was finally pulled out a little, and I could see the dull but sharp blade, and I couldn't wait to go back as soon as it was unsheathed.

The master also came and tried it, and drew nearly half of the sword, and then he could not pull it out again, as if it had been nailed.

"You see, it's really not something we can pull out." Master said, sit down and gasp.

"Is this something that a man can pull out?" I asked.

"Well, who else put it here?"