When Jiang Yizhou swung the hammer, the innate true qi of the body was transmitted and fused into the iron. [Full text reading]

Wei Wuji found that Jiang Yizhou, the iron hammer, and the iron block had a mysterious connection between the three.

The hammer is like a whip, the iron is like an ox, and after the ox is domesticated, the shadow of the whip turns. The same is true of the iron block, like a domesticated cow, between the swing of the iron hammer, before it falls, the iron has a trace of induction, and moves slightly.

Man, hammer, and matter, under a subtle connection, are perfectly united. At its most subtle, even the connections between them disappear without a trace.

From the forged iron, we can see the man and the hammer, from the hammer we can understand the man and the iron, and if we only look at the man, we can understand the hammer and the iron. The three are the whole, the Trinity, which is not divided into each other.

This wonderful sense of induction was as subtle as silk, but it was still keenly grasped by Wei Wuji's divine sense.

The iron gradually dimmed under the blow of the hammer.

Jiang Yizhou put down the hammer in his hand, and a disciple next to him hurriedly handed a towel to wipe his sweat, and another disciple respectfully served tea.

"Okay, I'm done with my demo, you've just watched it for a long time, what did you see? Tell me about it. You can't just swing the old man like a fool, you have to have some effect. ”

Jiang Yizhou put down the teacup and said with a smile, "Qianyuan, you come first, and say whatever you see." ”

"The old ancestor is skillful, and he doesn't follow the path of martial arts at all, but he has a natural nature. Jiang Qianyuan bowed and replied.

Jiang Yizhou shook his head, "Qianyuan, you haven't even touched the fur. It's not your fault, you just started to practice the art of sword forging, and you'll understand later. ”

Jiang Qianyuan agreed and stood aside.

"The three of you say in turn, what you have seen, what you have said, do not learn from the words of the saints in the scriptures, because you are not yet saints. Jiang Yizhou looked at the three apprentices and said.

"The master's falling hammer strikes, every time it is just right, it falls where the iron should be hit, and there is not a single mistake. It's like every snowflake falling from the sky, and it falls exactly in its place. The disciple is ashamed, he really can't do it. A disciple clenched his fists and said.

"It's good that you can see this. However, your answer is only a scratch, how can there be a reason why the sword-forging man is not accurate when he falls the hammer? Jiang Yizhou commented.

Another disciple stepped forward and clenched his fists, "I looked at the falling hammer of the master, I didn't dare to blink an eye, I saw everything clearly." I calculated that the number of times the master swung the hammer fell was a total of 4,836 times, and each time it hit a different point of gravity on the iron block. This piece of ordinary stubborn iron, under the tempering of the master again and again, gradually became vigorous. ”

"Hehe, you have looked carefully, remember the number of times the hammer was dropped, and saw that the iron has changed, which proves that you have put your heart into it. However, this alone is not enough, so your answer is only blood R, like human blood R. Jiang Yizhou said with a smile.

The last disciple stepped forward and arched his hand, "The master breathed a long breath and struck the iron with a hammer, and the sound he made fused together like an unusual tune. At first, it was like a casual chant in the streets and alleys, everyone knew it, and then it gradually rose up, like spring and snow, no one could know it. ”

"Your metaphor is very peculiar, but you can see it blending together, like a tune...... Well, it's not bad, it's not in vain. Your answer is like the bones of a person's body, which can support the body. Jiang Yizhou commented.

Only Wei Wuji was the only one at the scene who did not answer. As a guest, he just watched, and he did not study the art of swordsmithing. Therefore, Jiang Qianyuan and the three disciples did not expect him to answer, and it was not a way of hospitality to ask a guest to answer the question, and it was rude.

However, Jiang Yizhou did not let go of Wei Wuji, and said with a smile: "Wuji, you have not studied the art of sword casting, and you are here as a guest...... Hehe, but the old man still hopes that you can answer my question, it's okay, say what you see. ”

"The younger generation is bold, so he is presumptuous. Wei Wuji said to Jiang Yizhou.

"You don't have to be humble, what you think of and what you say, it's just about the feeling of comprehension, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong. Everyone sit down, Wuji, you also sit down and talk, like a casual chatter on weekdays. Jiang Yizhou turned around and sat on the chair next to him and motioned for everyone to sit down.

Wei Wuji sat next to him with a smile and said:

"Seniors, hammers, and pieces of iron, the three are connected to each other by innate true qi. The hammer is like a whip, the iron is like an ox, and the ox looks at the shadow of the whip. When the juniors saw that the hammer had not yet fallen, the iron had a hint of sense, which was really deep and subtle, and it was difficult to fathom......"

When Jiang Yizhou heard this, his heart was shocked, and his eyes looked at Wei Wuji, flashing a trace of imperceptible surprise.

"Seniors, hammers, and pieces of iron, the three are one, and they are simply inseparable from each other. You can see people and hammers from the iron, you can understand people and iron from the hammers, and if you only look at people, you can also know the hammers and the iron. ”

Wei Wuji didn't notice Jiang Yizhou's shock, and continued,

"There is something ethereal, but real, hidden behind the predecessors, the hammer, and the iron. At the moment when the hammer fell, the predecessors, the hammer, and the iron were blended together, as if this kind of empty reality appeared in front of the present. ”

The whole audience was full of fire, only the burning of the stove, crackling from time to time.

Jiang Qianyuan and the three disciples looked blank, completely unaware of what Wei Wuji was talking about, and looked at each other in silence.

Jiang Yizhou closed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing, and opened his eyes suddenly, "Wuji, did you read the words in the classics and copy them to answer, or did you think of the truth yourself?"

Wei Wuji smiled and said:

"The seniors have doubts, and let the younger generations explain this in another way. When a strong wind blew through the sea, the sea was suddenly chaotic, and there were waves, and there was a splash of water like foam, and the sea water rushed into the sky and sprinkled like rain. In fact, these waves, splashes, and rainfall, their true face is sea water, but they appear in a different way and are seen by others......"

"When I look at the forging demonstration of my predecessors, there seems to be an illusory and real existence behind it, this is the essence, probably the Tao, right? This is equivalent to sea water. And the predecessors, the hammer, and the iron are all manifestations of the essence, probably the manifestation of the Tao, right? This is equivalent to waves, splashes, and rainfall. ”

"Mowgli, your analogy makes sense, it is equivalent to my marrow. ”

Although Jiang Yizhou's face was calm, there seemed to be a thunderstorm in his heart, and he suddenly realized.

The answer of the last disciple saw the unity of the three, and this Jiang Yizhou himself understood. But Wei Wuji's answer was that after seeing the three, there was a hidden mystery, which Jiang Yizhou never expected.