"Knock Knock"

Mizuki Fengchen, who was over seventy years old, suddenly came to Mizuki's house, looked at the figures in the hall, and was so angry that he slammed his cane on the floor: "Hundreds of people watched a milky young man walk away, don't you think it's ashamed, a bunch of waste." ”

"Father, you dissipate your anger, or we should call the police." The fourth son, Mizuki Xiangyu, was furious when he saw Mizuki Fengchen with snow sideburns and frost beard, and proposed tremblingly.

"Call the police?" A trace of helplessness flashed on Mizuki Fengchen's old face: "This is a medium star."

"Medium stars?" Mizuki Xiangyu didn't understand what the alarm had to do with the middle star.

"Fourth brother, the medium star means that his vertical and horizontal area is more than 100,000 kilometers, less than 1 million kilometers, rich in species, mysterious, and there are all kinds of terrifying existences hidden in the reckless ancient forests that humans have never set foot in." The eldest son, Mizuki Nightstring, saw Mizuki Shoyu with a puzzled face and explained.

"I said old man, I can go, don't call me for such a boring thing." Jun Guming, who was slightly sleepy, yawned and said, "Besides, people are martial arts masters in the realm, what else do you want." ”

"Warriors, warriors again, chivalry violates the realm with martial arts, Confucianism violates the law with literature, these damn bastards." Jun Guming's words made Mizuki Fengchen so angry that his beard turned up.

"You are embarrassed to say that I have trained you for more than ten years, and I have let you learn martial arts, and I have let you enter the ghost of the national special forces, but you look at your current appearance, you are either drinking or sleeping all day long, what use do you say."

"Old man, you're not qualified to lecture me." Jun Guming's tone was cold, and he said a little coldly.

"Hmph" Shuimu Fengchen snorted coldly, put down his crutches, and slowly sat down: "Martial artists have a circle of martial artists, since it involves martial artists, it is natural for martial artists to solve it." ”

"Old man, I advise you not to do stupid things, a realm martial arts master, it's not a joke." No matter how much Jun Guming didn't like the Shuimu family, he still had some feelings, and immediately stopped his crazy actions.

"Don't worry, I won't let the Dragon Sword incident happen again, just teach this Lingyun a lesson, a college student without any background, dare to ignore my Shuimu family like this, I really can't do it when Shuimu Fengchen is dead."

"I'm almost dead anyway." Jun Guming pursed his lips and said.

"You" Shuimu Fengchen almost turned his back on Jun Guming's words, and breathed a sigh of relief before saying: "I will let the Northern Moon Sword God Xuan Tianzhan make a move, I remember that he is a martial artist of the Mahayana perfection of the potential realm, and there is no problem with him making a move." ”

"Crazy, you're looking for that sword idiot, do you know the consequences?" The name of the Northern Moon Sword God made Jun Guming's pupils shrink, and he quickly stood up and said.

"The consequences?" Shuimu Fengchen sneered, stared at Jun Guming and said, "I can't swallow this breath, and I can't swallow it in my Shuimu family, so I have to teach him a lesson." ”

"I don't care, you can do whatever you like, anyway, your son promised me, I will do this thing, even if I repay your kindness, I will go back to sleep, don't call me if there is anything to do." Jun Guming, who was leaving, shook his hand and said.

When there was a wave of unevenness, wave after wave, the overworld was another conspiracy against Ling Yun, and at this moment, Ling Yun was still drinking the northwest wind in the ancient vine forest.

"Brother Ling, it's been two hours, is there anyone here?" Drinking the cold pupils of the northwest wind with Ling Yun, he really couldn't stand it, so he immediately walked to the bamboo house, knocked on the door and asked, "Hey, someone doesn't have it, someone hasn't it." ”

Ling Yun was too late to stop it, so he saw Leng Tong poking his head, through the gap between the bamboos, the thieves looked at it, and he didn't even find the ghosts, so angry that he yelled coldly: "Is there anyone?" In the words, to say a word. ”

"Is there something wrong?"

"Ha" Lingyun and the others were immediately messy, and hurriedly turned around, as if they saw an old man with fairy wind bones holding a medicine hoe and carrying a tattered bamboo basket, standing ten meters away from him.

"Hello old man, may I ask if you are the Sword God Sword Wansheng, the junior Ling Yun came to visit." In the previous life, Ling Yun had been to the Ancient Vine Forest more than once, but it was the first time that he found a peerless swordsman hidden here.

"Well, you want to learn the sword?" The old man did not say that he was, nor did he say that he was not, but asked a question that was not asked.

In an instant, the air within a radius of 100 meters condensed, and an unknown aura instantly spread, even a fledgling novice like Leng Tong felt the tension in the atmosphere.

"Yes" Ling Yun sensed it even more obviously, because he was the first to bear the brunt, but he still stared at the old man's eyes, without the slightest hint of retreat, and his eyes were full of unshakable faith.

Before Ling Yun's words had completely fallen, the old man suddenly made a move, crossed a distance of ten meters in one step, and came to Ling Yun in an instant, his middle and index fingers were put together into a sword finger, and Ling Yun's forehead was a little.

"Tick tock" Ling Yun's forehead was even redder, and the vermilion blood condensed along the old man's sword fingers, and then fell to the ground, which was extremely clear, as if on the surface of a silent lake, Ding Dong threw down stones.

"Do you still want to learn swords?" The old man's sword eyes looked directly at Ling Yun's eyes, and the invisible sword intent rushed straight into Ling Yun's consciousness, shattering, tearing, and destroying it.

"Yes" Ling Yun ignored the blood on his forehead, ignored the mental trauma, ignored the blood left at the corner of his mouth due to the injury of consciousness, ignored the fact that his health value fell to the critical point, and still said firmly.

"Haha, have the courage, then let me ask you, does the sky have a sword?"

"None"

"Is there a sword in the ground?"

"None"

"Do people have swords?"

"None"

"And what do you study?"

"I learn the sword in my hand, I learn the sword in my heart, I learn the sword in the Tao, I learn the sword of heaven and earth."

"Hmm" The old man hesitated for a while, but he didn't let go, pointing at Ling Yun's forehead, and the sword finger was inserted into three points: "Does the sword have a spirit?" ”

"None" Ling Yun replied again, Ling Yun, who had returned from rebirth, pursued the ethereal world of swordsmanship, the sword path at the top of the sword, and immediately replied: "The sword has a heart, and the sword has an intention." ”

"Then do you know what kendo is?" The old man asked without any emotion.

Ling Yun hesitated for a while, sorted out his thoughts and said: "With the body with the sword, with the qi sword, with the intention of the sword, the sword and the will, the sword and the will, the sword is psychic, the sword intent resonates, step through the void on the other side, and prove all the heavens and all the worlds." ”

"Wrong" The old man retorted for the first time, his fingers entered three points again, and suddenly blood sprayed out again: "The true way of the sword lies in the indomitable and never-say-die belief in the heart of the sword holder, as long as there is faith, anyone can become a sword." ”

Suddenly, Ling Yun's mind roared, his consciousness turned over, and the sword path that he had never understood before all erupted at this moment.

"I see, the real way of the sword, only the ultimate in faith, do not hit the south wall and do not look back, then the south wall will be broken, until the heart of the Yellow River does not die, then the Yellow River will be steamed dry, if you don't agree with each other, draw the sword and kill, in order to seek the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

"The sword qi is terrifying across the world, a sword light is cold and nine fearful, the sword is against the sky, never yields, never retreats, never compromises, some are just the determination to go back and do whatever it takes, and some only have the belief that the jade is burned and never say die."

"Only the sword, only the heart, only me, the only sword, this is sword cultivation."

Ling Yun was silent for a moment, and when he saw the overwhelming sword qi rushing towards him, devouring himself, only the old man's voice came clearly in his ears: "Within a month, obtain the 'Tears of the Black Moon' of the Heavenly Wind Temple, and then come to Bishan Sword Cliff to find me." ”