In the Wakhoryu Kendo Hall, a young man with a handsome face but an ugly hairstyle was dressed in a loose kendo uniform and stood barefoot in the middle of the empty dojo.

He held a long sword in his hand, his expression was solemn, and there was a chill in his eyes, as if he was fighting with the air.

More than a dozen steps away from him, Kamizumi Yanmu, who was wearing a military uniform and had his hair tied up in a crown, shouted in Yamato: "Why don't you come out of the sword?" ”

Keita Shangizumi, who had the head of the moon generation, held the hilt of the sword hard, but he did not pull out the three-foot Qingfeng hidden in the scabbard, he sighed faintly, shook his head and said: "Brother, I haven't been sleepless these days, practicing day and night, and I still haven't comprehended the sword intent of Nangui Yan, I ......"

Turning his head to see his brother's eyebrows locked, he was ashamed and blamed himself, and suddenly fell to his knees, his knees smashing into two fist-sized dents in the wooden floor of the dojo.

"I, stupid! I lost the Kamiizumi family, and I lost the face of Kazumi! Sorry! ”

Keita Kamiizumi put his knees together, stared ahead, and pressed his hands to the floor in a figure-of-eight pattern, then tilted his upper body and knocked his head on the ground, smashing a deeper hole.

Kamizumi Yanmu turned slightly sideways, avoiding the direction that his younger brother was facing him, and the earth seat was a ritual to apologize to the gods, parents, or teachers, so the object of his younger brother's kneeling was not him, but the owner of this kendo dojo: Wakōryu Sword Saint, Maru Kyoji.

"Get up and practice your sword."

The old man's deep voice came from nowhere, causing the entire kendo arena to tremble like an earthquake.

"Yes!" Keita Kamiizumi didn't dare to disobey his master's orders, so he immediately stood up straight, drew his sword and stepped forward, using the swordsmanship taught by his brother.

These forty-nine swords have been practiced back and forth hundreds of times, and every movement is natural, and there will never be the slightest flaw, but this set of swordsmanship is like the three remaining dragons on the wall of Jinling Anle Temple in his hands.

Legend has it that one of the four masters of the six dynasties in China, Zhang Seng Xuan, once painted four golden dragons without eyes on the wall of Jinling Anle Temple, and later he painted eyes for one of the golden dragons, and then the wind was blowing, lightning and thunder, and the golden dragon incarnated as a dragon in the painting, breaking through the wall and flying.

The kendo genius named Jiang Mubai at the Sword Discussion Conference can add the finishing touch to "Nangui Yan" just by looking at it twice, making the gray goose turn into a mighty phoenix, and he has his brother and master carefully taught, but he has not been able to comprehend the true meaning of kendo for a long time, such a huge difference makes the self-proclaimed talented Kamizumi Keita anxious.

After the forty-nine swords were rehearsed, Keita Kamizumi put the sword into the sheath, his chin drooped his eyebrows, and he didn't dare to look at his brother's face.

Shangquan Yanmu pursed his lips and was silent for a long time, then beckoned and said softly: "Brother, you are too anxious, come here, sit down." ”

Keita Kamizumi walked to his brother's side as he said, and the two sat on the ground, Geishumi Yanmu tilted his head slightly, and said slowly: "I'll tell you a story, this is the story that my grandfather told me, and you weren't born at that time." ”

"Yes!"

"There is a little monk in Haseji Temple, he recites the scriptures with the big monks every day, eats together, carries water and chops wood together, he can not only remember the scriptures, but also read the scriptures, the abbot praises him for his intelligence, thinking that the little monk will take over his mantle."

So, the little monk thought that he should not be worse than the big monk. It is not difficult for him to refuse to fall behind when chanting the scriptures, and he refuses to fall behind when eating, which is a little difficult, after all, he is young and will not have the appetite of a great monk. What is even more difficult is to carry water and chop firewood, he does not have so much strength, naturally he can't pick up such a big bucket, and he can't chop such thick firewood. For this reason, he was depressed and depressed, until a few years later, he also became a great monk and was able to pick up a big bucket. ”

"But then he heard that there is a little monk in Kiyomizu Temple who is born with divine powers, and can eat and carry water like a great monk, he is neither convinced nor reconciled, and he exercises his strength hard every day, he thinks to himself, the little monk of Kiyomizu Temple can afford to pick up a bucket of water, so he only picks a bucket of water now, he has to pick up two buckets, three buckets or even more buckets of water, in order to prove that he is not worse than the little monk of Kiyomizu Temple."

Day after day, year after year, he developed an astonishing strength, but he wasted his scripture lessons. In addition, his desire to compare influenced his practice, and the abbot eventually passed on the temple to his descendants, while he left Hase-dera Temple to become a ronin. ”

Because of his strength and quick reactions, he gradually became a well-known samurai, following a daimyo to fight in the north and south, and established immortal feats. After achieving fame, he led his army to Kiyomizu Temple, found the little monk who was born with divine powers, showed off his achievements to him, and challenged him. ”

"He thought that he was brave and skillful, and he could easily win, but he didn't expect the little monk of Kiyomizu Temple to raise the bronze bell and slap him into a pulp."

Speaking of this, Shangquan Yanmu collected his voice.

The inexplicable story ends here, and Keita Ueizumi, who was confused, asked suspiciously, "Brother, what is the moral of this story?" ”

Shangquan Yanmu didn't answer and asked: "Does the story have to have a meaning?" ”

Keita Kamiizumi hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to say, "When you tell me this story, you must want me to understand something. ”

"That's right." Kamiizumi Yanmu nodded and said, "The little monk of Haseji Temple can understand the scriptures, and he is more intelligent than most people, but he is troubled by not being able to pick up water. A few years later, as he grew older, his body and strength naturally improved, and he could easily lift the bucket that he couldn't lift back then, so his troubles disappeared, and what was the point of all the troubles before that? ”

Keita Kamizumi pondered for a long time, thoughtful.

"What's the point of practising with peace of mind, but because other people have done something they can't do, they fall into trouble again, and invest more time and energy into it, and end up ruining their own practice?" Kamizumi continued to ask.

"Oh!" Keita Kamiizumi nodded in agreement and said, "But he ...... later."

Later, he became a ronin, a samurai, a shogun, and if he hadn't gone to Kiyomizudera Temple in a daze, the ending would have seemed better than inheriting Haseji Temple and becoming an abbot.

Shangquan Yanmu read his inner thoughts from his younger brother's expression, and laughed: "I didn't understand this story back then, but over the years, I gradually understood what my grandfather wanted to tell me, the little monk left the temple but became a general, talking about the importance of environment and choice, and about the impermanence of life." The general's return to Kiyomizu Temple to challenge the monk with innate divine power sounds so unreasonable, but it is actually about his break with the past, with his obsession, and with his inner demons. Grandpa told this story to tell me these truths, and I tell this story to tell you, first, let go of unnecessary troubles, otherwise you will lose yourself. Second, don't challenge geniuses, or you'll be left with no bones. ”

"Uh......" Keita Kamiizumi scratched his head, still confused.

At this time, the dojo trembled again, and Shangquan Yanmu turned his head to look at the dark gate, and said softly: "Oh, the little monk of Kiyomizu Temple is here." ”

………………

Yamato Street, Chiyoya Ramen House.

Jiang Mubai looked at the smiling ramen master with a lot of confusion, and said with some hesitation: "I may have found the wrong place." ”

The ramen chef shook his head repeatedly, then pulled back the curtain behind him, revealing a pitch-black entrance.

A powerful aura that shook the heart came out of the mouth of the cave, and two figures appeared from it, and then the pitch-black entrance quickly contracted and disappeared.

Jiang Mubai looked at the two brothers of the Shangquan family and the clean and tidy kitchen behind them in a daze, and was dumbfounded.

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