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When he was in the barracks, an old soldier with a knife once said to him that a person's strength is not just the strength of a certain part. Rather, the body's muscle energy can be reasonably deployed to achieve the consistency of the hands and feet and the command of the brain. Only by achieving this kind of coordination can we have the certainty of killing the enemy in the matchup.

The avenue should not be so small, the sword should not be just a knife, and the sword should not be just a sword.

All the use of external power is only to achieve their own goals.

We can't rely too much on external things, but that doesn't mean we can't rely on external things.

Li Xiangru should be best at using foreign objects to achieve his goals.

The name of the sword spectrum of "Ninety-Nine Xuanyi" is very strange, is there only nine swords, eighteen swords, or eighty-one swords? Or is there only one sword in the final analysis?

Lao Huang didn't say. I even mentioned the origin of the sword spectrum casually, and I didn't even seem to bother to mention the insights in the sword spectrum.

If there are any, they are not spoken. Asking doesn't necessarily come out.

Li Xiangru had no choice but to understand and understand by himself. Looking through the pictures and texts in the book, I felt that it was wonderful. The confusion with the knife is solved, too. From dawn riding out of the big black to nearly dark, Li Xiangru was immersed in the words that seemed to jump out and rearrange by himself, and the subtlety only made him smooth. After only one day's hard work, he felt that he had successfully gotten used to the weight of the sword ground, and the sword moves in the sword book were not very proficient, but he felt that it was not so difficult. At least when it comes out against the sword, it's very decent.

Luck, breathing, spitting, lifting the sword, drawing the sword, returning the sword.

These things are no different from knives. If he had to talk about the difference, he would only feel that whether he lifted the sword or returned the sword, it was easier and more elegant than raising the sword and returning the sheath.

In this sword book, he only saw that there were nine sword styles.

The four swords in front are ordinary, simple and easy to understand.

The back five swords are a bit profound. As for where Gao Shen is, he thinks the only reason is that he doesn't understand it very well.

He is not in a hurry, practicing swords is the same as practicing swords, it takes a long time to practice and accumulate. With the four moves in front, it should be able to last for a while.

Rinsing himself from the deep pool, he went ashore and rehung his sword from his waist. Satisfied, he put his palm against the hilt of the sword, and felt that he was extremely elegant and chic at the moment. After fiddling with it for a while, he was satisfied with the knife behind his back and strolled away from the small waterfall.

In muddy life, we need to learn to sing.

The sight of tall and thick trees in the mountains and forests often makes him addicted. He sniffed the fresh smell of the mountains and forests, and looked up at the many beams of sunlight that were not strong and were hidden by the leaves above his head, and he was in a happy mood.

Da Hei chewed on the tender grass in his mouth, glanced at Li Xiangru with a sneering look next to him, and then looked around for the tender blades of grass. The grass here is really just grass, and the taste is too dry and astringent. Lifting the front hooves of the ground, he just wanted to walk towards a small cluster of grass not far away, but found that the reins were pulled on Li Xiangru's side, and he couldn't help but beat it out angrily

Two snorts to show dissatisfaction.

Li Xiangru, who was immersed in the beauty, was interrupted by Da Hei, glanced back, and rolled his eyes. There was a lot of helplessness in his heart, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's been a morning, haven't you eaten yet?" Look at it now, not only has you become an alcoholic, but also an obese foodie. Alas......"

The big black head went over, and his mouth bit Li Xiangru's hand holding the reins, Li Xiangru was startled and let go of his hand. It trotted haughtily to the green meadow.

Li Xiangru was a little annoyed and irritable, and just wanted to have a seizure when he suddenly heard a child's laughter.

He followed the sound and looked over, only to find a boy of seven or eight years old standing beside a large tree with a small basket on his back, laughing heartily. He glared at the child with some annoyance, but the child was not afraid at all, and still smiled.

Li Xiangru rolled his eyes and turned to pull the reins.

Probably because the taste of the grass was wrong, Da Hei casually gnawed a few bunches of grass and let Li Xiangru lead him. The grass outside is really not as good as the vegetables and cucumbers at home.

Li Xiangru led the horse past the little boy and stopped when he was about to walk in front of him. He looked at the child carefully, coarse in linen, and a knife hanging from his waist. His face is dark, and his eyes are clear and smart. Look at the basket on the ground behind him, which contains some ordinary herbs. He asked curiously, "Child, why did you come here? It's getting dark, why don't you go home?" What if you meet a wild beast?"

Although this mountain forest is not far from Yanjing City, it is not a lofty mountain, but it is also rare for people to be rare. Moreover, there are many wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and it is easy for such a young child to encounter some fierce beasts when he runs here. Even if it was a boar, it was enough to cause him a lot of damage.

The little boy's eyes rolled, and he was shrewd, and he took out the knife from his waist and raised it, the corners of his mouth raised, and said proudly, "I have a knife, and I am not afraid of the beasts here." He waved the knife in his hand a few times, and said unashamedly, "If I meet a wild beast, I will kill it with my earth-to-ground knife, and take it home to add some meat to the table." ”

After seeing the style of the knife, Li Xiangru's eyes flashed, and he instantly returned to normal, and deliberately said, "Little brat, don't be ashamed." It's not enough for a mountain wolf to fill its belly. After speaking, he took Da Hei and passed by, stopped after thinking about it, and admonished, "Don't go near Taixi, there is a small wolf pack there." Don't go to the cliff to the east, there is a giant python that can swallow it directly. ”

The little boy heard the words "Huh", not frightened by Li Xiangru's words, but was curious about Li Xiangru's ability as if he knew everything about this mountain, and hurriedly trotted to catch up with Li Xiangru, raised his little head and asked, "How do you know?" Biting his little finger, regardless of whether Li Xiangru was listening or not, he said, "I once met those mountain wolves, they were holding an elk in the trap they set up by Uncle Ge." Luckily, I'm far away, no less than six. Uncle Ge arrived in time, but they have been in the mountains and forests all year round, so they all know the situation here. And the python I said, I didn't

Yes, but Uncle Ge told us not to go, saying that the big snake had eaten a lot of people. After chattering, he suddenly remembered something serious and asked, "Isn't it amazing?"

Li Xiangru just walked by himself, glancing slightly at the somewhat panting child, but did not answer.

"The saber on his waist, why is there a knife on his back? Is it a sword practitioner or a sword practitioner? Is it powerful? Can you teach me?" The little boy grabbed the rope belt of the back basket with both hands, trembled, and looked up at Li Xiangru with expectant eyes and asked in a chattering manner.

Li Xiangru stopped and held his forehead with one hand. The kid in front of him is still a chatterbox, and he replied helplessly, "First, I know because I know." Second, I practice both swords and swords, and third, I don't know how to teach. After speaking, he turned over and got on the horse, frowned slightly, and said seriously, "Hurry up and go home." ”

Li Xiangru ignored the child's yelling, for he had already heard a few footsteps that only hunters who often wandered the woodlands could guess the steps of. Walk this way. This should be what the child called Uncle Ge.

Walking to the edge of the stream at the foot of the mountain, Li Xiangru slowed down his horse's pace and walked casually through the big black. After a long time, he sighed and rode his horse to another place.

The two tombs are simple to arrange, but there are no weeds around, so someone should have cleaned them frequently.

On the two wooden plaques, the words green and industry are engraved respectively.

Simple, square.

Li Xiangru knew this location, but it was the first time he came here to worship.

He took a jug of wine from Da Hei's body, bowed respectfully to the two tombs, raised his head and took a sip, and then poured the wine in front of the wooden plaque.

He stared at the grave and remained silent for a long time.

Suppressed and sad emotions abruptly at dusk.

The wind blew through the trees, and the leaves rustled, like sorrow coming from time to time.

The knife that I met with a child before was engraved with the word "green".

The knife belongs to Wang Qing. If he guessed correctly, the child was Wang Qingmei's child.

"The grudges in the world are behind you. The two elder brothers, they don't have to be entangled anymore. Li Xiangru was sad in his heart.

Wang Qingdi's sister has already been married to someone in the house, and that person is also a slave in the house. I heard that on the day of their wedding, Mao Ye was drunk alone. Feelings are the most beautiful and moving, and they are also the most hurtful. After the tragic murder case, Xiaomei's husband and the marshal's mansion were in a long sleep. Wang Qing could only rescue the little sister and the two children.

Calculation, although these two children are not related to the marshal, they can also be said to be inherited from the marshal's mansion. Even if Mao Ye didn't say that he wanted him to take care of his little sister, he wouldn't do anything to them. Anyway, they had a period of incense, and they were also innocent.

From early spring to the present, the time is not long, but it is not short. A lot of things are not done and are not done well.

Master Zhou once taught him that he needed to keep his heart and find the joy and hope of life in a life of suffering. After he regarded the ugly girl as a light in the night, he relied too much on and even fell into this kind of life without the world.

A wanderer

In a word, it is a breakthrough. It also drove out the laziness in his heart.

The two Taoist and Buddhist families naturally have the ability to save everyone and save the world, but Li Xiangru knows that what they are best at is to suppress reason with fear.

Lee Sang-ru's sanity was suppressed.

He did feel fear, he feared the fear of falling into the dark abyss, he feared the despair of drifting alone on the endless sea with no land in sight, he feared that only hatred would fill every day of his life and lose his heart.

My heart is unstable, but I can't help it.

If the center of the earth is unstable, it cannot be as tolerant as heaven and earth.

To live needs a little hope, this kind of pitiful and even humble hope is Li Xiangru's reliance, and it is the basis for Li Xiangru to work hard. If these are taken away, the world will not want it.

It wasn't until dusk approached that Li Xiangru got up, patted the dust on his sleeve, and walked to the city with the reins.

Passing by a bamboo forest, he suddenly heard a cry for help in his ears in surprise, he frowned and stopped, let go of the spiritual sense to visit, until he inquired about the source of the sound, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

(End of chapter)