There are four taboos in the art of war, shock, fear, suspicion, and confusion.

There are also four taboos in sword fighting: one taboo is unskilled, the second taboo is unprepared, the third taboo is contemptuous of the enemy, and the fourth taboo lacks courage.

Wang Fugui seems to have forgotten the four taboos of sword fighting as he gets older, and the moment he left the chessboard, he happened to commit the last taboo and lacked courage.

Courage is the foundation of a swordsman's sword fight.

This courage does not only refer to guts, but also refers to a kind of bearing.

A courage to move forward.

After so many years of comfort, Wang Fugui has long forgotten how courageous he was when he was young.

He was a little ashamed, he looked at the silent pieces on the chessboard, listened to his heartbeat like a new life, and he grabbed the sword he had just put down.

Wouldn't it be a shame if it ended now?

Wang Fugui asked himself repeatedly.

He had forgotten that this was the first time he had lowered his sword, and that he had forgotten when he had become accustomed to putting it down.

He picked up his sword and closed his eyes.

Sword fighting not only has four taboos, but also four uniques.

The four swords of sword fighting are stabbing the throat, stabbing the heart, stabbing the wrist, and stabbing the knee.

Although he lacks the most important washing, clouding, hanging, and teasing of the hidden sword. But in the nine-way sword technique in front of him, each of them can be turned into a thorn after crossing the Chu River!

"Go on!" When Wang Fugui opened his eyes, his whole person was different.

Not only is the momentum different, but his old body and the physical and mental sword in his hand seem to be fused with the chessboard, and the shadows falling from the chess pieces are like dragons and snakes, fluttering like immortals.

The sound of Wang Fugui's falling son and the sound of the bell when the chess nerd fell constantly collided in this small and big chessboard.

The clanging sound and the sound of the bell finally blended together unexpectedly, and finally turned into a thud.

Bang bang like the sound of a heartbeat.

……

Yang Zheng looked at the chessboard that rekindled the smoke of gunpowder, and he swallowed hard and spitted hard. The gurgling sound of foaming into the throat seemed to be accompanied by the thud of the falling child, like a dull drum beat.

He felt like a drum-beating wrestler now, and he felt like he was witnessing something.

It must be witnessing the changes of the times, right?

He thought so, after all, on this ordinary chessboard, he saw a gray-haired and thin old man swinging a giant sword and struggling to move forward step by step.

The silent shout, and the amazing sword light. All made Yang Zheng's blood boil, and he made a loud sound of foaming at the mouth, as if he was cooperating with the sound of the drum to end this heroic story. He looked anxiously at the thin old man, and swung the great sword again and again, stabbing the chest of the giant whose face could not be seen clearly.

Obviously, the giant is the disadvantage, why does the two-handed sword in the giant's hand block it appropriately every time the old man stabs him in the chest?

He didn't understand, he didn't know, he could only stare at the big chessboard, and finally, the giant raised his head.

The ugly and hideous face, as well as the bruised arms, seemed to have some words tattooed again.

Inheritance? Chess? Or is it traditional?

He couldn't tell what the tattoos on the giant's arms and face were. Because his attention was all on the giant's eyes, the two yellow eyes, one large and one small, were as cold as knives.

These two knife-like eyes made Yang Zheng inexplicably appear in front of Yang Zheng the woman with tender eyes he had seen on the Internet before.

No matter how you look at it, the inheritance of these things should be more engraved on her gorgeous cheongsam by that woman, rather than engraved on her ugly body by this giant.

Indeed, you see, those two, three, four, little words all put the tall giant's back on his back.

You see, the young and beautiful woman who suddenly appeared stepped on these two, three, and four small characters, rising faster and faster, and rising higher and higher, directly at the same height as the hunchbacked giant, welcoming countless people's applause.

He looked up at the giant and the woman, as if he had forgotten the old man at the feet of the giant and the woman.

He held his head high and trembled as more and more words grew at the woman's feet. The two-word, three-word, four-character and even five-character words seem to be white bones and a vast ocean.

The woman didn't seem to be satisfied, and she shook her beautiful cheongsam gracefully. Some words that she had never seen before appeared at her feet again, and the days and wishes that many people had exchanged for blood and tears turned into novel, simple and easy-to-understand words when she shook her cheongsam, and reappeared at her feet.

Those new words cover up history, tradition, and memories that have long been engraved into the bones of ordinary people, and become steps made of reinforced concrete.

The bones crushed under the steps were howling, the ocean was crying, they seemed to be rebelling against the woman, but in the more and more applause, they seemed so insignificant.

When the woman finally surpassed the giant, she lowered her head to look at the hunched giant, she seemed to be smiling, and the corners of her mouth also flowed the taste of rouge.

When she stretched out her finger and prepared to criticize the giant, for some reason, the giant suddenly straightened his chest, and in an instant the woman was a head shorter than the giant. The taste of rouge at the corners of her mouth also turned into the smell of blood.

She turned her head incredulously, only to find that at some point, there was an old man with gray hair behind her.

The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to be unable to see the woman. His cloudy eyes contained only the giant in front of him, and the giant sword in his hand passed through the woman's cheongsam and pointed straight at the giant's chest.

It was only then that the cheers suddenly stopped.

They looked in horror at the rusty giant sword that had pierced through the woman's chest, and at the backward color of the woman's cheongsam in panic.

It turned out that the cheongsam on the woman's body was not a real cheongsam.

It's a cheap white ripped short sleeve that can be found everywhere.

The colors and fabrics of those cheongsams are just made up of rows of colorful and densely packed small characters.

The lines of small words were as sticky and disgusting as spider webs in the corners of the wall, and the lines of small words fell from the woman's body one by one with the giant sword, causing countless flies and insects to pounce one after another.

What is written in this line of small print? It shouldn't matter.

Because the giant never took the woman in front of him in his eyes.

After all, these tattoos on his body have accompanied him for hundreds of thousands of years. How could she be forgotten by the world because of this bewitching woman in front of her? How could she be praised by the world for this bewitching woman?

The giant raised the two soft swords in his hand again, and its eyes were only the gray-haired old man panting.

"General." The giant said in a deep voice.

The old man looked at the pile of white bones at his feet, and he laughed.

He pulled the greatsword from the woman's chest and raised it again and swung it at the giant.

Only the stunned people were left.

……

Today's sun is too bright.

Yang Zheng passed by the park, and the whole park was full of old people and children.

The stray cats and dogs were basking in the sun on the lawn under the trees in the park.

He saw the big orange who asked him for the newspaper that day, and he looked in the direction where the big orange was lying down.

It seems like there's a warm nest.

That little nest was piled up from the newspapers of that day.

The thin newspapers seemed to overflow the dense weeds on the ground, and it seemed to overflow the unclear depth of stagnant water on the ground.

It became a haven for this big orange.