I'm Rito, a young swordsmanship genius. At the age of 20 www.biquge.info I was recognized as the number one sword master in Ionia, but my quest does not stop there, I want to become the best in the world.

I left Ionia and traveled from country to country in search of the world's most famous swordsman. I especially like to challenge those who have various "first" titles, what is the first fast sword, the first flying sword, and the first sleeve sword......

Find one, beat one, then the next, until the last one.

This goal became more and more difficult, because the remaining strong people often preferred to live in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests, and even found a cave to retreat for decades.

I even wanted to give up because the process was too difficult and the result was always too boring.

It often takes me months to find someone, and it only takes a few minutes or even a few moves to defeat him.

Ten years later, I finally decided to go back to square one.

At the age of thirty, I am no longer as bored as I was when I was a teenager. What I want to challenge is the strong in my heart, not the strong in the mouth of the world.

I returned to Ionia because it was the sacred place of martial arts. Because here is the real strong in my heart, the strongest one.

Ten years ago, my sword and I made a name for ourselves here. In the most famous kendo gym in the capital, every day I defeat many famous swordsmen who come to challenge me. In my eyes they are usually weak, and there are individual ones who are weaker.

After that, no one dared to challenge, and I became the number one sword master.

But I know I'm not, because there's someone who hasn't challenged me yet. And I also know that he is not because he does not dare, he is because he is disdainful.

I chose to come back after 10 years because I knew I only got one chance against him and I had to put myself in the best possible shape.

Very few people have known him for nearly 100 years, and even if they do, they are usually reluctant to talk to others. No one has ever seen his swordsmanship, and everyone who has seen it is dead.

No one even knew his name, and those people called him by his sword, the Holy Sword - Wuji.

Wuji is his sword and his way.

His kendo pursues the ultimate in attack, which is both fast and fierce. When the power of a sword is no longer hindered by anything in the world, it is infinite.

Of course, this is all my imagination.

But it should be accurate.

He is the last kendo powerhouse I admitted, and he is also a strong man, so I should naturally be the one who knows him best in the world.

I came to his retreat and called him by name: "Wuji, dare you fight me?" ”

He turned his back to me, didn't look back, didn't pay attention. So arrogant, he actually ignored my existence.

I was so excited, he was dismissive of me 10 years ago, and he's still the same 10 years later. Strong demeanor! That's the kind of strong man I like.

So, I shouted again, "Wuji, please accept my challenge." ”

At last he moved, and he bent down and grabbed a turnip from the ground with both hands.

Turnip!

I was so clever that I understood what he meant in a second.

There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart. This is the enlightenment of the master of kendo. A real master, every flower and leaf has a way, and every grass and tree breaks thousands of troops.

Obviously, he accepted my challenge, but didn't think I was qualified to let him draw his sword yet.

What a master, arrogant enough!

Then he shocked me even more, he didn't pull the radish in his hands. He pouted his ass, but it still didn't work.

He looked really embarrassed, but I was in awe.

It's too strong! When he decided to fight, anything other than fighting wasn't worth the effort. What kind of consciousness can only be possessed by a strong person?

He looked at me and beckoned to me, and he asked me to help. How cunning!

I walked slowly, carefully every step. I want to keep my momentum strong and not let him find a flaw.

Of course, I can't afford to expend any energy outside of combat.

So I pouted my ass like he did, and tried twice to pull out the radish with minimal force.

He glanced at me coldly and said coldly, "Young man, you can't do it." ”

I immediately panicked, was he still seeing the flaw! Fortunately, he didn't strike immediately.

He took the turnip and rubbed it on me, and oh my god, he was tempting me again.

Then he actually ate the radish, which he had to replenish before the battle.

I was a little unhappy, and I didn't want to suffer a loss in this regard, so I also plucked a radish and ate it in two bites.

Then I said, "Draw your sword." ”

"Sword, you say sword?" He was suddenly upset and yelled at me and spitted at me and sprayed me in the face.

He stretched out his hand to me: "This year's radish market is good, how can it be cheap, you kid ate my radish, give money quickly." ”

At that moment I was really stupid, panicked, and scared. I realized a terrible problem, terrible.

For the first time, I took a closer look at Wuji. White hair and white beard, slumped back, arms like a dry branch, cloudy eyes, teeth almost lost and his speech leaked straight air.

He kept shouting at me, and I replied a few random words, and he kept picking out his ears and obviously didn't hear me.

He's old!

A strong man who made a name for himself at least a hundred years ago is, of course, old. Such a simple truth, I didn't even think of it for ten years.

I finally knew that I would never be the best in the world again, because the last strong person I was going to challenge was no longer strong.

My poor dog, like a dog, roared out of this territory that belonged to the old man.

Fortunately, I was still very smart, and when I took the last step, I finally thought of the crux of the matter: although Wuji is old, he must still have heirs. It's his kendo that I'm going to challenge, not necessarily him.

So I said to him, "Wuji, I'm sorry I can't fight you, but I'll go and defeat your heirs." ”

Then I turned and walked away, and suddenly, I sensed a strong murderous intent behind me.

When I turned around, Wuji's stiff body was as straight as a sword, and his cloudy eyes flashed with cold light.

At that moment, I not only knew that I had been deceived, but I also felt a huge humiliation.

I didn't hesitate to draw my sword and strike with a move that would kill me.

And his sword was fiercer and faster, I couldn't even see clearly. In the blink of an eye, we fought hundreds of moves, and every moment I was on the verge of death. Every moment of the battle, I learned more than hundreds of battles before.

He's terrible, but I'm not weak. What's more, he's at his peak and I'm getting stronger every second.

Slowly, his sword was not so fast in my eyes. So, he had a flaw.

A kind of swordsmanship that pursues the ultimate in attack, and itself does not need to be defended at all. This is not a flaw, but once the attack is blocked, this is his dead end.

When I started to be able to fight back, Wuji had actually lost.

But he was so tenacious that I was sure of victory, but I didn't dare to show mercy.

Why be merciful!

When I challenged him, he was ready to die, and he accepted the challenge, and he had to be aware of that as well.

Thereupon......

I, victorious. He's dead.

But when I calmed down and re-understood the battle, I felt more and more regretful.

Wuji is indeed strong, but it is no longer able to maintain its peak. In the process of fighting, I am getting stronger and weaker, and the trade-off is so obvious.

Although the way of the sword is infinite, the hero has a twilight. I didn't defeat Infinite Kendo, I was just a Twilight Swordsman.

So, I decided to find the inheritor of Wuji.

I waited there for ten days, and on the tenth day a woman came.

I wasn't interested in women at all, and she saw Wuji's tombstone and drew her sword directly at me.

She is actually a descendant of Wuji Kendo? No, she's an apprentice at best. Not only is she weak, but the Infinite Sword Dao she comprehends is even more plausible.

I easily got rid of her entanglement and asked coldly, "Who are you?" ”

"Cloud." She glanced at the tombstone again, "Kill you and I'll be a cloud. Infinite. ”

I immediately became interested in her, because there was the purest persistence in her eyes, which was necessary for the attainment of any Tao.

Soon we fought again, and she was still weak, but showed great talent.

I was so happy that I decided to train her myself and make her a true descendant of Wuji Kendo, and then kill her.

She seemed to read my thoughts, but she was very cooperative.

We maintained a tacit understanding and stayed in the small courtyard in the barren mountain for a while.

Every day, I chop firewood and hunt, and she picks vegetables and cooks. The rest of the time, there is only fighting.

Yun is the smartest woman I've ever met, and I found myself unable to femdom her at all.

Her swordsmanship is getting stronger and stronger, but it's also becoming less and less like Wuji Kendo. The sword in her hand was fast, but it fluttered like the wind, and she couldn't tell whether it was an attack or a defense.

No matter how much I teach, she won't correct it. Once I stabbed her in anger, and she suddenly dropped her sword, closed her eyes quietly, and said, "Kill me, come, kill me." ”

Of course I didn't kill her, because the time wasn't yet.

But she seems to have found my life, and she will use this trick against me every time in the future.

I really don't understand women, she eats them to death.

Later, it wasn't just about fighting, she was going to be like that at any time.

I hated that her cooking was not delicious, and she said, "Then you can kill me." ”

I didn't like the gift she bought, and she said, "Take it or kill me." ”

I refused to take a shower every day, and she said, "You stink to death, just kill me." ”

She repeats it 10,000 times a day, almost like chanting a scripture. Later, she actually mastered a skill - meditation. When she chants strange spells, she has a powerful defense that can block the deadliest attacks. Of course, I don't want to attack her, because I'll be annoyed by her first.

Hmph, it's just a broken thought with your eyes closed, but it's okay to do this?

I'm really convinced!

If it weren't for the fact that her strength had been improving, I would definitely not have been able to stand it and kill her right away.

After two years, she is getting stronger and stranger.

Her swordsmanship was more erratic, as elusive as a cloud in the wind. Sometimes it's as soft and gloomy as water, and what's worse is that her person is also changing strangely like swordsmanship.

When she looked at me, her eyes were no longer so cold, and sometimes even made me feel a little gentle. There was no longer always that pure persistence in her eyes, and she could often see confusion and vacillation.

She planted many flowers in front of Wuji's grave and cultivated the deserted garden. She spent more time studying her cooking than swordsmanship, and she began to weave and sew clothes.

The days are still repeating day by day, but there is a different atmosphere, which seems to be called life. But I'm not here to live.

What's even more terrifying is that in the process of constantly trying to guide her swordsmanship to change, in the end, it was actually my own swordsmanship that changed unconsciously.

For a swordsman, swordsmanship is the way, and the way is the heart.

When she changes my swordsmanship, she changes me.

Realizing this, I panicked a bit and decided to finish the challenge between us right away.

In another two years, she was strong enough. Her kendo is simply to the extreme of weirdness, she can't attack, and she has no way to attack. There is no kind of swordsmanship in the world that can be without a goal, but her sword just has no goal.

Because she doesn't care about winning, or even everything.

That kind of kendo is like a pool of still water, pure and inactive. Let your attacks be like a raging storm, and she won't make any waves.

I couldn't break through her defenses, and she never fought back.

We fought for an unknown number of times, and we persevered for two whole years. I couldn't win, I couldn't even lose.

On this day, when we drew our swords again, someone broke in.

The man had come to seek revenge, and it is said that Wuji had killed his father, a master swordsman, more than twenty years ago.

He said: "This enmity is not shared with the sky, where is Wuji, let him come out and die." ”

Yun sighed softly: "Wuji is no longer there, I am Yun. Wuji, his debt, I will pay it. ”

That person challenged the cloud, and I was very unhappy to watch. Not only is he weak but also stupid, he doesn't deserve to let Yun shoot at all, not a finger at all.

Yun defeated him, then closed his eyes: "If you still can't forget the hatred, kill me." ”

She was obviously victorious, but at that moment she seemed to be extremely tired. It was as if she had finally let go of something heavy, and she had become relieved and at the same time destitute.

I was confused by her appearance, thinking that she was going to chant and meditate again. But she didn't, and at this time, the shameless man did it.

His sword pierced Yun's body, but it seemed to pierce my heart, and my sword would kill him in the next moment.

But Yun stopped me, she let the man go, and then said, "What really has no end in the world is not the way of the sword is hatred, if you kill him for me, someone will kill you for him." If no one puts it down, there will be no end. ”

Hmph, I'm not here for you, I'm here to protect the glory of the swordsman. Attacking someone who doesn't resist is the behavior I despise the most.

But I let the man go anyway because I was just thinking about getting the clouds better.

But she was not obedient at all and always played tricks on me. She doesn't take medicine, and always says: "The real wound is in the heart, and there is no cure." ”

But I vowed to heal her because I found myself in love with her.

Actually, I'm not smart at all, even stupid. Fortunately, when I look back on the past, I find that Yun seems to have fallen in love with me for a long time. Yes, it should be.

I regret finding out late, so I don't want to waste any more time.

On the day she recovered, I said I was going to marry her. She looked at me and smiled, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Then she kicked me out, and I heard faint weeping in the house, but I guess it was because of joy.

She washed my clothes that day, cooked for me, and even took out the quilt on June Day.

She washed the same dress three times, put salt four times in one dish, and the quilt that was sewn was a lot shorter.

A woman is like a proud princess when she is loved, but when she is also in love, she immediately becomes a confused child. Thinking like this, I feel like everything the cloud does is so cute.

I've changed a lot over the years.

In the past, the sword used to kill people had cut turnips, cut winter melons and even ploughed the small garden, and in the past, he had only held an axe, held a kitchen knife and even delivered a lamb to a ewe.

It's been four years, and the outside world doesn't know how many more swordsmanship masters have appeared. Maybe in two years, I will be forgotten by the world like Wuji.

It turns out that such and such "firsts" in the world are just talking about the world's mouths, and the story is something that is to be passed away, and it will be over after it has been said, nothing more. It's ridiculously stupid for me to pursue something "the best in the world" just to be a story in other people's mouths.

Moreover, this is by no means the true Word.

I think Tao is also a pursuit, but it doesn't have to be a goal, maybe......

I looked at the small garden in front of me, and suddenly remembered Wuji that day.

That day he squatted in this small garden, pouting his ass and plucking a turnip. At that time, he didn't actually have any disguise, he just let go, and let go of the identity of the Holy Sword Wuji was just an old man who lived in seclusion in the barren mountains and mountains and farmed.

If Wuji still cared about kendo as much as I did at the time, he wouldn't have shown that posture in front of any challenger.

But why did he accept the challenge in the end, no, he probably didn't, he just wanted to stop me from finding his heirs.

Is it the cloud?

It turns out that the reason why Wuji made a move was not to kill me, but actually to protect another person.

Is this the Tao in Wuji's heart at that time? With a guard, he is the holy sword Wuji when he needs to make a move, and he is just an old farmer when he doesn't need it.

It turns out that non-action can also become a kind of Tao! It turns out that the pursuit that can't be let go is just an obsession, and letting go is sometimes fulfillment.

I felt like I had understood everything, I felt like I had just lived for the past thirty years, and I was going to start living with the clouds from now on.

I don't think Wuji's death will be an obstacle between us, what kind of master is he who can teach Wuji Kendo so badly?

However, the cloud left without saying goodbye the next day.

I overlooked some issues at the time.

Since Yun's swordsmanship is not considered Wuji Kendo at all, she is not considered a descendant of Wuji. So, who did Wuji pick up the sword he had already put down in the first place?

Unfortunately, this question didn't really come to mind until I saw the clouds again, and found the answer.

And by then, it was another four years later.

On that day, she came to Ionia, and she and I went back to the place where the story began.

We greeted each other and talked about our lives in the four years we lived.

I tried to pretend to be plain, listened carefully to her, and talked nonsense about myself.

It turned out that Yun was not only the descendant of Wuji's sword, but also the descendant of his bloodline. Yun is Wuji's daughter, and I killed Wuji.

I finally understood why Yun left suddenly, and the confusion that had been accumulated in my heart for four years turned into guilt and sorrow.

However, what I can't accept is that Yun actually married the person I despise the most, the shameless person who sought revenge on her and attacked her and almost killed her. And they had a son. Today, she is entrusting her son to me.

I didn't know what had happened between her and the man, and I didn't dare ask, for fear of stabbing her.

Her son's name is Yi, and Yi is change. I kind of understood what she meant, but I didn't quite understand.

She left me two swords, and that day I learned that her own sword had a name, also called Yun.

Naming your sword after yourself is a little paranoid on the part of some kendo people, and I didn't expect both of us to have this kind of problem.

I wanted to give her my sword [Wind], but she didn't.

At that moment, I saw in Yun's eyes the fragility that I couldn't disguise, and I wanted to keep her, but I was rejected again.

I looked at the two swords in my hand, the wind and the clouds. Haha, that's sad.

If a wind wants to get close to a cloud, it can only break the calm of the cloud. The closer they get, the more the wind feels that it is only hurting.

I am the wind in the sky, and she is the cloud in the sky. We are together all day long, and we can never be together.

It turned out that at the beginning of this story, it was destined to be a fate.