Twelve years ago, next to the sword grinding stone on the mountain behind the Sword Pavilion, there was an old man with drooping eyes, the old man's temples were white, and he looked far more than the age of Yijiazi, in fact, his age was far more terrifying than anyone imagined. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A young child, who was no more than four or five years old, stood beside the old man, sharpening a stone sword in his hand on the sharpening stone, and beads of sweat continued to drip down his little face.

The old man closed his eyes and sat cross-legged leisurely, looking a little bit of an outsider who felt like an idle cloud and a wild crane, and the boy was sharpening his sword, although he didn't understand why he wanted to sharpen his sword at his age, but he wouldn't have any doubts about the old man's words.

"Wen'er, it's almost, you can rest. "It was probably noon, when the sun was at its most intense, the old man opened his eyes appropriately and said with understanding.

The boy nodded, put away his sword, set aside the stone sword, which looked very smooth, and ran to the shade of the tree, and began to meditate in a decent manner, as the old man had just done.

The old man's brows furrowed, and he asked with a smile, "Wen'er, do you know why the sword is straight?"

The boy looked serious and thoughtful, and then shook his head in annoyance: "I don't know. ”

The old man smiled and said, "If the sword is not straight, then it is not a sword? Only a straight sword is a sword, because a sword is straight." ”

The boy muttered, "Master, you are playing tricks on me again." ”

The old man got up, sat down beside the boy, touched the little doll's head, and said, "Do you like swords?"

The boy looked longing: "I like it, I like it very much, watching those senior brothers and sisters practice sword dancing there every day, it looks good, watching those sword qi flying around, I feel that my heart has flown over." ”

The old man said: "You will also practice swords in the future, and then you will find that you will be very happy, so fortunate that you are almost unwilling to touch the sword again, and at that time, you may not be willing to practice swords." ”

The boy shook his head and said, "No, Master, you said that there is no one in the Sword Pavilion who doesn't like swords, I am a person in the Sword Pavilion, how can I not like to practice swords?"

The old man waved his hand with great relief, took the stone sword next to the sword sharpening stone from the air, handed it to the boy, and said, "Do you want to know how to practice the sword well?"

The boy shook his head.

The old man said: "People must be straight, the heart must be straight, you need to understand that the sword moves with the heart, the heart moves at will, the person is not straight, the heart is not right, your sword cannot do as you like, because the sword is straight, only straight people can practice the sword well." ”

The boy nodded as if he didn't understand, and said, "Master, do you mean that people should be open?"

The old man smiled and didn't say anything, but just let him understand it.

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Two years later, it is still the mountain behind the Sword Pavilion, and it is still the sword grinding stone.

The white-haired old man sat in the shade of the tree next to the sharpening stone, watching the boy in front of him dance the stone sword in his hand with a clear eye.

"Tired or not?"

"Don't be tired, Master. ”

"Do you want to rest?"

"I don't want to rest, Master, don't ask, I really think that practicing sword and dancing is more interesting than anything, more comfortable than eating and sleeping, don't keep thinking about letting me admit something." ”

"You kid...... Do you really like sword training that much?"

“......”

"Wen'er, the difference between you and the old man was really big back then, the old man practiced swords when he was young, but he was forced to practice by his elders, how could he be lazy at that time, but now he is also a kendo master, and sure enough, practicing swords is still more important than hard work. ”

“......”

"Wen'er, come here, the old man will give you a parting gift. ”

"Parting gifts, Master, are you going out? How long will it take to come back?"

"I went to a far, far away place, and it was dark, but there were many people who the old man was familiar with, and it was quite happy to be able to reunite with them after a long absence. ”

As he spoke, the old man took out a long sword without a scabbard from his bosom.

The sword body is like autumn water and white dew, but for some reason there is a faint arrogance, as soon as the sword light comes out, there are dragon groans between heaven and earth, one after another, drumming in the sky of the mountain behind the sword pavilion.

The young boy took the sword in surprise and asked, "Is this ......?"

The old man smiled: "This is the Dragon Yin Sword that has accompanied the old man all his life, it is this sword that has watched the old man grow from a weak crown boy with no name to a generation of kendo masters, and now the old man can be regarded as the second person after the sword leader of the Beihai Sword Immortal, and it has never left me." ”

As he spoke, the old man whispered imperceptibly: "The world only remembers the dry wine poem that is the first in kendo, who still remembers me as an old man who is the second in kendo?"

The boy lowered his head, stroked the body of the Dragon Yin Sword, felt its trembling, and then asked, "Master, why did you give me such a precious thing, aren't you going to go far away?

The old man poked the boy's forehead and said with a smile: "What kind of character is the old man, what if there is no dragon sword, can someone threaten the old man?"

The boy smiled shyly.

The old man sat on the ground, looked at the boy who had grown tall in front of him, and muttered: "Giving you another gift, it is the old man's kendo obsession, and it is also sustenance, maybe one day this obsession will be dissipated, or maybe it will wake up, the way of the sword has always been the way that countless people have studied and pondered but can't see through, the sword goes to the sword, who can see through?"

As he spoke, the kind-eyed old man poked his finger into the center of the boy's eyebrows, and there was a white sword intent sword that rose and fell, but in the end it was dispersed and invisible, and the dazed and ignorant boy looked at the familiar old man in front of him in a daze, vaguely understanding something, but he couldn't say it clearly, but he shouldn't continue to speculate, just standing in a trance.

The old man let out a long laugh, and there was relief in the laughter, as if he had finally let go of something, and then slowly closed his eyes.

I never opened my eyes again.

Zhu Mingwen was in a trance, and then suddenly woke up, looking at the old man with red eyes, trembling all over.

There is a sense of sorrow in the sound of the dragon's sword, which lasts for a long time.

Next to the grinding sword stone in the back mountain, I don't know when there was a person standing, the sword pavilion master quietly appeared here, looking at the previous pavilion master of the sword pavilion who went to Huangquan in a dashing manner, he had already burst into tears.

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On the bank of the river, Zhu Mingwen covered the broken wound of his right arm, stunned and depressed.

Wang Zijian had an indifferent smile on his face, and the guilt and apology in Yu Huaji's heart had reached its peak, just as she was about to step forward with her sword desperately, it was a moth to the fire, so what? However, in the next second, she saw Zhu Mingwen raise his head, his eyes returned to clarity, he glanced at her, and then looked at the sword idiot.

This gaze was extremely calm, so that Yu Huaji couldn't help but stop moving.

Wang Zijian's cold gaze met his calm gaze, at this moment he was in the Heaven and Earth Sword Domain, where he was the little leader of the sword path, whether it was the sword madman Zhu Mingwen or Yu Huaji, it was impossible for him to compete with him, so he could be calm and relaxed, and he could wait for Zhu Mingwen's next move, and it was impossible for anyone not to be curious, what would be the reaction of the sword maniac after his right arm was cut off.

Zhu Mingwen raised his left hand, ignoring the blood flowing from the wound, and the dragon sword flew into his palm with a bang.

A golden light appeared in his eyes, his momentum increased wildly, and he climbed to the peak in an instant as if he was back at the head of the big wave, and the sword intent around him spread, and he actually squeezed away the sword intent of the princely swords around him.

The sword maniac broke his arm, but he entered the dragon's eye.

It's just the dragon's eye primitive, but it is stronger than any dragon's eye primitive, so strong that his momentum is so strong that even the prince's sword can't help but show seriousness, and he doesn't dare to hold it up anymore, but deal with it solemnly.

Soon, Wang Zijian's expression suddenly changed.

A sense of déjà vu spread all around, making Wang Zijian's eyes widen and revealing a look of horror.

Yu Huaji was surprised and said loudly: "How is this possible?!"

On the banks of the great river, the sound of the water still echoes.

Zhu Mingwen waved the dragon sword in his left hand, as if the commander of the army waved a handsome flag, and thousands of soldiers charged into battle for it, throwing their heads and spilling blood for it.

Wisps of river water, broken trees, boulders, wisps of mountain wind, all are soldiers, all are swords.

Ten thousand swords are in the air, although they are strange, but they can already compete with the sword of the sword idiot prince sword.

In the light of dawn, the bleak one-armed boy on the river beach muttered to himself, not knowing who to listen to.

"Master, the Heaven and Earth Sword Domain you left me ten years ago, and now, the disciple has finally seen it. (To be continued.) )