Wang Dashan saw Li Xiangru's eyes staring at his sword, and he didn't care, he untied the sword strap on his chest, put it in front of Li Xiangru, and said generously: "This sword is comparable to your Baipi Sword." ”

Li Xiangru didn't do anything to disassemble the strip of cloth. The rag wrapped around the sword body was very casual and ordinary, just as casual as the one Wang Dashan was wearing. The hilt of the sword is bronze, and the fine-grained handle is just to make the sword grip better, and there is a beast head that I don't know if it's worn out with age, and it's only this carving like a beast's head that is special to say special.

Wang Dashan saw that Li Xiangru was observing carefully, took a sip of wine, looked at the night sky and stars, and said in a deep voice: "The knife is 'the courage of a hundred blades', brave and mighty, strong and powerful. It is mostly used to kill the enemy in the army, and the battlefield fight pays attention to one blow, and the same is true for the knife, which should have the courage to move forward and kill the enemy with the fastest and most effective way of attacking. When infantry fights in close combat, only the sword has the power to suppress the enemy. Therefore, many people who practice military formation sword techniques tend to ignore one problem, that is, defense. The knife does not have an advantage in weight, so it appears much more clumsy. ”

Wang Dashan pulled his gaze back to the night sky, looked at the sword on the table, and then looked at Li Xiangru's side. It is estimated that because of his family, Li Xiangru did not carry a Baipi knife with him. "So, I think that people who use knives should practice more about the speed of the knife and the return of the knife. Only if you are fast enough, the more advantageous it will be to defend yourself. ”

Li Xiangru listened quietly and nodded. When the city was burned and Loulan were fighting, most of the soldiers in the army also used one-sided bladed knives, and when the knives were cut out, no one would care whether they would be cut by the enemy. On the battlefield, taking the dead as a normal phenomenon will be taken for granted, and the difference between a good general is whether the strategy against the enemy is correct and whether he minimizes his own casualties.

Wang Dashan picked up the wine jar, shook it gently, and continued: "The sword is a gentleman of a hundred soldiers, elegant and gentle in appearance, although many literati are not good at swordsmanship, they will often wear swords. The characteristics of the swordsmanship move are: beautiful shape, overlapping moves, light and elegant movements, free rhyme, light and steady steps, agile and changeable. Because of their beauty, they are also regarded as a kind of women's performance. ”

Wang Dashan put down the wine jar, got up and grabbed the sword and took three steps back, holding both ends of the sword in both hands, deep and warm, after a long time, he gently and gently untied the rags wrapped in the ground layer by layer, and said: "Movement, slowness, ups and downs, advance and retreat, rigidity and softness, telescopic, ups and downs, and moving and changing the momentum are very particular. Or light and elegant, like a flying phoenix soaring, or fierce as thunder, like a lightning strike. ”

Wang Dashan slowly raised his sword and stood in the open, slowly covering up as he spoke, his movements moving from slow to fast, as fast as a phantom......

"The sword momentum changes to a certain extent, and the posture changes in a myriad of ways. More with hitting, stabbing, lattice, washing, chopping, pumping, belting, point-based. ”

"It's thin and soft, and it's easy to retreat. You studied under Master Zhou, and you are also a Confucian disciple, and reading the golden mean will also help you understand swordsmanship. ”

Wang Dashan gradually demonstrated all the swordsmanship he had explained.

Li Xiangru is dazzling, just like the martial arts world in Tsui Hark Jin Yong, just Wang Dashan's elegant posture, like the ink illusion and above, spread and converge into a landscape painting, sometimes like a stream murmuring, quiet and harmonious, sometimes the mountain is fierce and wants to break through the sky.

After Wang Dashan explained the evolution of these moves, he put away his sword and stood. The eyes are as distant and tranquil as the distant mountains on top of each other. After a long time, he spoke: "The sharpness and lethality of the sword naturally lie in the sword qi, and the sword has a spirit and a soul, such as my sword, name: Chengjun." It was found by my master Qi Yiming in an ancient tomb, but when he got it, the sword had no aura and no soul. The master always felt that this sword had not activated its aura, and it had only been sealed by the saint. Thirty years have not been able to uncover this secret. ”

Wang Dashan laughed at himself after sighing, and said, "Heh...... On the contrary, my genius third junior brother, who has always been highly valued, occasionally obtained a secret method from the Demon Sect, saying that he could unlock the seal of this sword. The master knew the temperament of the third junior disciple, and he was reluctant to show the sword to him......"

Speaking of this, Wang Dashan's eyes showed a hazy mist, shook his head, and said, "Old things, don't mention them!"

Li Xiangru was silent, the third junior brother in Wang Dashankou should be the sword cultivator who wanted to kill them by Gu Daoming's side that night. He only learned later that Jian Xiu had finally left, and he should have been defeated. Old things, Li Xiangru also heard some fragments. You can guess the story of where it happened.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has undergone a great change, and the master entrusted me with the task of taking the sword away to find a hidden place to protect the sword, and the sword spirit cannot be avenged before it rises. I was indignant but helpless, I knew the master's entrustment, he was afraid, I would not be the opponent of the third junior brother. On top of talent, I did fall too far behind him. Later, I fled to the capital and hid in Anning Town for more than twenty years, and at first I also worked hard to practice swords, but I was discouraged to find that no matter how much time I spent, I could not be his match. After that incident, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect weakened day by day, and it no longer regained its former prosperity. I slowly stopped seeking revenge and got drunk all day long. Old man Deng ...... "Wang Dashan paused when he said this, frowned slightly, and continued: "He should know about me, Chengjun's sword is opened spiritually, and it can also be said that it is under his constant hints. ”

Li Xiangru pondered for a moment when he heard this, and then said, "Enlighten the soul with wine?"

Wang Dashan nodded and said, "He hinted very vaguely, and later I learned that he also entered the Tao with wine and taught me his cultivation experience." I slowly used his method to cultivate, to use wine to wake up Chengjun, and the effect slowly came out. That night was the moment when I established a blood connection with the Chengjun Sword Spirit...... So...... I'm late.

Wang Dashan bowed his head gloomily. He owes Old Man Deng more precious than wine to the cultivation of the exercises, which is a new life.

Li Xiangru wanted to open his mouth to say a few words of comfort, his lips wanted to move, but he couldn't find the right words of comfort.

Wang Dashan slowly recovered from his low mood, and his eyes slowly returned to clear and clear. He looked at the sword in his hand, his wrist shook slightly, and a layer of white light instantly extended from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, and the white gas slowly shrouded more and more densely, and in that layer of white gas, a trace of blue lightning 'sizzled'.

Li Xiangru was attracted by the strange scenery in the sword, but he was puzzled in his heart, he didn't understand why Wang Dashan just came to him and taught him swordsmanship, or even higher-level sword intent. Wang Dashan had a conversation with Huang Xiaowei that night, indicating that he knew Huang Xiaowei. If he really wants to repay the favor, shouldn't he go to Huang Xiaowei and teach her swordsmanship. Could it be that Huang Xiaowei refused? But even if he refused, it would not be his turn Li Xiangru to accept Wang Dashan's swordsmanship, after all, it was only a one-sided relationship, and if you have to talk about grace, it was Wang Dashan who had it for him. Along the way, I have experienced all kinds of betrayals. After coming to the capital, everything he planned thought was seamless, but it was dissected layer by layer, which had to make him vigilant.

Everyone who lives in the world will feel that the world revolves around him, and the screen of the whole world only interprets his own joys and sorrows.

Li Xiangru also thinks so.

But he knows very well that he will not have the aura of the protagonist like the male number one demonstrated in that world TV movie.

Just as Li Xiangru's thoughts were flying, the temperature of the surrounding land slowly became cold under Wang Dashan's increasingly thick sword qi, and the sound of blue electric light "crackling" on the sword qi became more violent.

"I have often lived in the midst of unspeakable irritability and loneliness, which has caused me to fall into the horrors of great emptiness. Only Deng Lao selflessly helped me break through this curse-like barrier, and only Deng Lao gave me a new hope and a future. Wang Dashan's face flickered under the flickering of the sword light, and his voice became low and hoarse.

Li Xiangru frowned, his body took a few steps back, Wang Dashan's words made him feel inexplicable, although the sword qi that burst out did not have killing intent towards him, the perennial caution made his body instinctively make a defense.

Wang Dashan seems to be immersed in his story and the center of the sword intent.

"Sword, no heavy moves, heavy sword intent. A sword has a sword spirit, it flows like the blood of your body, and the sword intent flows into the sea of qi points in your body, and when it becomes a part of your body, you can do whatever you want. Wang Dashan squatted slightly, took a small step with his right foot, and slowly drew a circle with his toes, and the sword slowly floated up, moving with his gestures. In a deep voice, he remembered again: "The predicate of the Mandate of Heaven is sexuality, the predicate of recklessness is the Tao, and the cultivation of the Tao is the teaching." Those who are in the Tao do not need to leave in a moment, and they can leave without the Tao. Therefore, a gentleman is cautious of what he does not see, and fearful of what he does not hear. Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness have not yet occurred, and they are in the middle. It is said to be the sum of the middle sections. Those who are in the middle are also the great capital of the world. Those who are harmonious are also the way of the world. To neutralize, heaven is in the ascendancy, and all things are nurtured. ”

Li Xiangru heard the words and then lowered his thoughts, which is part of the Confucian "The Mean". Wang Dashan began to say, the sword is like the golden mean, could this be his sword? The doubts in his heart were quickly answered by Wang Dashan.

Wang Dashan finished reading and drank softly, Chengjun stabbed towards the sky like lightning, and his sword qi was like a rainbow like a sea of stars in the night sky.

Li Xiangru raised his head and looked at the sword light that pierced through the clouds like a thunderbolt of heaven and earth, surging and surging through the sky.

Wang Dashan stood behind his back, ignoring the sword stabbing into the sky, his face was serious, and his deep eyes were graceful as carrying the vast sea of stars. He slowly walked towards Li Xiangru, a heavy pressure enveloped this small courtyard, and he said in a deep voice:

"There have not been many saints with swords for hundreds of years. Everyone's pursuit of kendo is also different, I think, your master and teacher have told you about it, right?"

Li Xiangru nodded, pondered for a moment, and then replied, "The master only gives guidance on cultivation, and he also spends a lot of time in order to cure the hidden diseases of my body all year round. I got a lot of receipts in the tempering of muscles and bones. Master Zhou taught me Confucianism and enlightened my mind. What he always said to me was, think more, see more, think more. In terms of the pursuit of the Tao, the views of the two masters are quite similar......

Li Xiangru stopped when he said this, lowered his head and frowned, and fell into deep thought.

Wang Dashan didn't mind this, nodded and said: "There are thousands of ways of heaven, I enter the Tao with wine, and open the Chengjun Sword Spirit with wine, if I am lucky enough to step into the Sword Saint Venerable, it is also with wine as a medium." This is my kendo. ”

Wang Dashan was in high spirits at the moment, and his arrogant spirit instantly eliminated his previous sloppy and listless drunkard appearance. This is his sword way, which is different from the way of the master who holds the sword all his life and is obsessed with the sword land. It is also different from the third junior brother who uses demons to enter the sword tunnel. At least, he can confidently and calmly say that he is relying on the mighty righteousness between heaven and earth, and those who follow the path of heaven will get the way of heaven, and his path will go farther and farther. will surpass his master, will crush the third junior brother who enters the realm with demons, and will stand upright.

Li Xiangru looked at Wang Dashan, who was as imposing as a mountain, laughed, and bowed to Wang Dashan.

Seeing this, Wang Dashan also smiled slightly, nodded with satisfaction, calmly accepted Li Xiangru's salute, and asked, "You understand?"

Li Xiangru responded respectfully: "Understood!"

The tone is firm. Whether it's a knife or a sword, different paths lead to the same end. To enter the heavens and to obtain the heavenly way, you must find a suitable and own way.

Someone else's, no matter how good it is, belongs to someone else. This is a truth that Wang Dashan told him with his own experience.

Wang Dashan smiled again, restrained his whole body coercion, and said lightly: "You only have a moment to be wary of me. ”

Li Xiangru nodded and admitted frankly that no matter who showed favor to him for no reason like this, he would feel that it was not a trap.

Wang Dashan laughed again, approached Li Xiangru, patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief: "I believe that you really understand! As for who can let me come, you might as well guess?"

Li Xiangru had a bitter face and asked, "Did the senior give a hint?"

Wang Dashan smiled but didn't say anything, but glanced at the wine jar on the table from the corner of his eye.

Li Xiangru instantly understood, sighed lowly, and said, "It seems that the old servant beside King Ning is even more powerful than I imagined." ”

Wang Dashan was stunned, just a glance prompted, he could guess that it was Lao Huang? Sure enough, Li Xiangru was cautious and smart enough. He didn't answer, he picked up the wine jar on the table with his hand, laughed, and ran into the air to black.

Wang Dashan entered the Tao with wine, so he couldn't lack wine, and he gave King Ning as a source of income to purchase the palace armaments. And with the relationship between King Ning and Lao Huang, Lao Huang must also know the brewing method of 'Dahe'. Thus made a kind of transaction with Wang Dashan, or an exchange.

Although Li Xiangru is said to be a sword, it is quite similar to a sword. He also understood that the most important thing was not Wang Dashan's swordsmanship and sword intent, but Wang Dashan's conveyance was a method of cultivation.

Li Xiangru looked at the back of the departing in the night, and then looked at the sword that disappeared in the sky. After standing in the courtyard for a long time, if he had gained something, he walked slowly towards the wing.