Several people next to him were anxious to see the child, but Qing'er said strangely: "Young master, how old is the young grandmother?

"I don't really know how old it is, but it's okay to be long. Lu Ming said lightly: "She is actually the No. 2 Holy Maiden of the Sword Hall who wants to kill me." ”

"What?Sword Hall Holy Maiden?The one who married you is actually the Sword Hall Holy Maiden?" The Sword Saint of Destruction trembled, the tea bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground, and it took several consecutive hits to hold it steady, and he suddenly exclaimed: "You kid, that Sword Hall Holy Maiden, I don't know how many pairs of genius eyes in the whole country are staring at it like hungry wolves, I didn't expect to let you marry you silently, I think you are really a blessing in disguise!"

The old sword master also sighed incredulously: "The previous rival of life and death has now become a family. And you and the saint's child, Doudou, you have to hurry up and bring it back to me, maybe he has some special talent!"

Everyone felt that it made sense when they heard it, one was a genius swordsman, and the other was a saint who only had three in the country, all of them were the elite of the elite, and the children born must be extraordinary!

Everyone chatted with the child around the saint again, and the old man Lu finally decided to find an auspicious day for the zodiac, and then go to bring his daughter-in-law and grandson back.

Lu Ming smiled indifferently, how long has it been since he came into contact with him, he naturally understands the old man's intentions towards his children and grandchildren, but he frowned and said, "Father, these things happen at home, and I also have a lot of doubts I want to ask you, but I will ask again after a while." ”

"Young Master, you've just come back. What are you going to do?" Hearing Lu Ming's words, Qing'er's two beautiful eyebrows suddenly twisted into a rope.

"Not really. Lu Ming sighed: "Over the past year, I have been in a very special state, and I have gained a new understanding of kendo, which is very useful to me, so I urgently need to retreat now, but it won't take a few days to complete." ”

The Sword Saint of Destruction's eyes immediately lit up, and said, "Since that's the case, there shouldn't be any more delay for that quarter of an hour, let's go." ”

Lu Ming clutched that trace of realization tightly in his mind. He nodded indifferently. Walk towards the secret room in your courtyard.

The old sword master looked at his apprentice's increasingly strong back, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. Lu Ming's kid came back in time, and the methods he showed were very different from a year ago. Although his sword realm did not grow much. But the whole person gives people the feeling that it is. He's changed, he's become more invisible.

The old sword master knew that this was not something that the few bladed sword realms could represent. But the whole realm of people and swords has been sublimated, and now it seems that this year's disappearance and amnesia have made him feel a lot of wonderful existences.

Nangong Huajian shook his head gently, a wry smile appeared on his slightly vicissitudes of life, once upon a time, he had been named a genius, and after a long time, he also thought so, but after getting along with Lu Ming for so long, he knew what a real genius was, but he should not know the deepest, and those dead killers knew him better! But the difference is that he still has a chance.

Lu Ming silently walked into the secret room, pressed the mechanism next to the door, and the heavy door immediately closed in a desolate sound. He walked forward calmly, his eyes did not look at the bed in the secret room, nor at the jewels piled up on the side, if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are not focused at all, but they include the vast earth, the starry sky, and even all things.

Lu Ming seemed to have entered some unknown state, as if he was sleepwalking, not moved by external objects, and sat cross-legged on the stone ground in the secret room, his starry eyes closed.

As soon as Lu Ming sat down, his breathing immediately adjusted to the state of exhalation, and the true qi automatically and slowly flowed, and his body almost instinctively began to recover the true qi consumed by the battle, and the brain that restored his memory began to rotate rapidly.

From the moment I first picked up the sword and pursued the way of the sword, what I learned was how to pick up the sword, how to hold the sword, and never let go of the sword, which was a consensus in many superior swordsmanship.

However, the sword is superior to the realm, but to forget the sword!

Forgetting the sword means that you have no sword in your hand and no sword in your heart, but you are holding a sword!

But how can you forget the sword when you have it?

Lu Ming frowned slightly, he had comprehended several times in his previous life, but whether it was in cultivation or on a travel mission, he couldn't ignore the existence of the sword every time, because it was a powerful instinct that people and swords had been running in for many years that could not be forgotten and was related to life.

The sword, for which swordsman, is the first life!

If the swordsman loses the sword, it is equivalent to losing his life, and the sword can only be used in people. This makes sense whether it is on the earth or in the Sword Qi Continent, wherever it is placed.

But with such a deep-rooted instinct, how can you forget the sword?

Lu Ming frowned again, after years of study, forgetting the sword is definitely a realm, not a void. Lu Ming's personal feeling, forgetting the sword, is like the beginning of chaos. You can't see the sky, but there is a sky, and you step on the earth, but you can't realize that it's the earth.

In human perception, everything is hazy, seemingly unrelated, but connected to each other.

This is the forgotten sword!

And the swordsman reached the realm of forgetting the sword, his eyes could not see the sword, and his heart could not touch the sword, at this time, his whole person felt only flaws!

Yes, it's a flaw. Whether it is swordsmanship or swordsmanship, when the swordsman performs it, there will be a focus, that is, the power point with a deadly sword.

In order to cover up this point, the swordsman will inevitably use false moves, otherwise the sword will be useless.

Unless your sword realm is completely superior to the opponent, but no matter how weak the opponent is, he also knows how to advance and retreat, if he is too strong, the opponent will also know how to retreat, but among the killers, the opponent escapes, which means that the mission has failed.

Therefore, whether it is a swordsman or a killer, when he performs swordsmanship, he must bring deadly attacks, tempting traps, and back-hands to protect himself. Without one or two, it is impossible to become a swordsman.

And the swordsman who has reached the realm of forgetting the sword, all swordsmanship will appear in the form under the eye of the forgotten sword, just like ...... The bamboo in the wind, even if the wind rolls up more fallen leaves, it is the wind that arrives first, and the leaves come later, the bamboo will move with the wind, avoiding the flutter of the flying fallen leaves, and when rebounding, its power is even more unexpected, and the leaves are broken.

Lu Ming's frowning brows gradually loosened, and his heart also opened from chaos to thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in an instant, just like in a small space, directly replaced by the top of the snow peak, and the artistic conception in his heart was completely different.

Originally, according to his own plan, it would take several years to reach this realm, but in the past year, he has unexpectedly lost his memory, and he has reached the point of obtaining the sword and forgetting the sword, which is very useful to him now.

And now he is lost and regained, and he has got the sword again.

Lu Ming fell into memories, a year of farming, chopping wood, and being an assassin, although he was also very busy, but he had never closed off and cultivated like today, which was a very leisurely and relaxing year since he cultivated.

This kind of life here in Lu Ming can only be enjoyed when he has amnesia.

However, Lu Ming also clearly remembered that his leisure time at that time was to sharpen wooden swords.

At that time, there were hundreds of wooden swords sharpened by myself, and each sword would be different when it was formed, after all, I didn't have anything to do at that time, everything was just by virtue of my own feelings, and I couldn't do it in a conscious state.

In the eyes of laymen, the sword is a weapon, a sharp weapon that can kill people, a murder weapon, and many swordsmen's cognition is still limited to this!

But in the hearts of insiders, to be precise, among the swordsmen who have a certain understanding of kendo, the sword is the spirit, the idea, the killing, the will, and the life!

Lu Ming often asked himself: "The sword represents so much, but does the sword have feelings, does the sword have a soul?"

Lu Ming's first answer is that a sword is a sword, but the second answer is that the way of the sword is in the hearts of the people!

The sword embodies what the human heart thinks.

This sword is in Lu Ming's hands, which is pursuit, enterprising, and moving.

With a sword in hand, Lu Ming stepped on the road of the sword, smashed all the people who stood in the way, did not give up, and moved forward bravely.

And today, a year later, Lu Ming recovered his memory and found that home was still home, people were still people, and his heart was still his heart, he was really moved, and a sword heart was already trembling.

This is Lu Ming, who combines killing and moving intact, a swordsman with blood, righteousness and affection, although he is not good at expressing it, but this is the case.

And what life is, Lu Ming has no answer, it's just a sword.

At this moment, hundreds of wooden swords appeared in Lu Ming's brain, circling back and forth, and Lu Ming kept observing each wooden sword, finding out the existence he needed, and kept feeling.

Gradually, Lu Ming found the most satisfying wooden sword that he had sharpened, which was a basswood sword.

The basswood wood is loose and soft, and it is easy to be cut out under the sharp wood knife, but Lu Ming knows that often this kind of wood is the most difficult to decorate, and this wooden sword with corresponding length, smooth lines, and just the same diastolic strength has reached a peak state when he sharpened the wooden sword at that time.

Although it is completely different from the wooden sword that is sharpened now, in the process, it reflects a kind of opportunity.

Every cut, every line, and even the shape of every burst of sawdust all reappeared in Lu Ming's brain, and a trace of insight was formed. (To be continued......)