A swordsman can be without silver, or without a woman.

But if you don't have a sword, you can't.

Is a swordsman without a sword still a swordsman?

Zhao Zheng didn't know if a swordsman without a sword was considered a swordsman, anyway, he would take his sword with him wherever he went. Even if he participated in the trial, he was first handed over to Senior Brother Zhang for safekeeping, until he asked him to come back when he was free.

At this time, he was holding the sword he was carrying with him and wiping it carefully.

The sword in his hand is more than three feet long, refined from all iron, the whole body is dark brown, and the end of the sword body is closed by an unknown beast head carved in brass, and its appearance may be the abstract shape of the ancient beasts such as Qilin and Longzi, or it may be some unknown auspicious beast head totem in this life, anyway, Zhao Zheng can't recognize it. The overall body of the sword is transparent, but the appearance is mediocre, very similar to the two stunned people in the world.

Iron tools should be wiped frequently, otherwise they will inevitably rust and become dull. When a blunt sword kills, it will increase the pain of the person concerned, how could a kind person like Zhao Zheng bear to see such a tragedy happen.

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a handsome young man walked in, and when he saw Zhao Zheng's figure wiping his sword, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled:

"Brother Zhao, what a coincidence, let's meet again!"

Zhao Zheng sensed the movement of the visitor when he was five feet away from the courtyard, and there was naturally no surprise at this moment. He put down his sword and looked at the outsider, smiling when he saw who he had come

"Ye Gongzi, it seems that the two of us really have the fate to get acquainted."

"That's that, as fellow disciples in the future, everyone must take care of each other and keep warm."

"It's too raw to call us brothers and sons! I'm thirteen years old, seeing that you are thin and weak, and you are not very old, I must be older than you, and I will call you Senior Brother Zhao in the future, don't you mind? ”

"Don't mind, don't mind! Senior Brother Ye, the younger brother is less than ten years old this year, you are much older than me, and it is also appropriate to call you Senior Brother. Zhao Zheng doesn't care about these little things, it's nothing more than a title. It's easy to say that it doesn't involve the bottom line, and the fool who touches his bottom line doesn't mind giving him a sword.

"Senior Brother Zhao, where are you from?"

"I am from Baijia Town, and my father opened a rice shop in the town to sell some grain. Senior Brother Ye, what about you? ”

"I'm from Qingniu Town, and I have a martial arts hall at home, and I think you heard that I have something to do with the hall master in the door on the way. That's right, the Ye Hall Master of our Seven Xuanmen is my uncle, and the martial arts hall at home also has his share. ”

"I don't think Senior Brother Ye still has this relationship, please take care of my little brother in the door in the future......"

"Where, as soon as I climbed to the top of the cliff, I heard that Senior Brother Zhao was favored by the master of the high sect and accepted as a beloved apprentice, and the junior brother has outstanding talents, which is a special case that has only been in the door for decades. How can the relationship between the senior brother be compared with the junior brother, and the senior brother should rely on the junior brother to take care of it more in the future......"

At this time, it was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it was the time for dinner (the ancients used two meals), the two of them had already consumed a lot of physical strength because of the trial, and they had cleaned up the house for half a day, and their stomachs were hungry early on their chests and backs, and they were getting more and more hungry at the moment. So they made an appointment to go to the canteen at the bottom of the mountain to get food and come back to eat.

After eating and drinking, the two cleaned up the courtyard together, and after inquiring about the location of the new inner disciple to learn martial arts tomorrow from the senior brother who lived next door, they practiced martial arts separately.

What is the favorite activity of martial arts practitioners? A joust, of course! Ye Fan was itchy when he saw Zhao Zheng practicing swordsmanship, and he had to try to compete with Zhao Zheng, so that he deserved the title of senior brother.

Zhao Zheng was disturbed by him, knowing that someone had tight skin and wanted to let him help loosen it. In desperation, he gave full play to his fine character of being helpful as the successor of socialism.

In the courtyard, the two figures were facing each other from a distance, and Zhao Zheng was holding the freshly wiped Hundred Forging Sword in his hand, so he naturally had to stand with the sword in his hands. Ye Fan on the other side held a spear in his hand that he found somewhere, separated his feet, and tied them into a horse step.

"Senior brother, if I don't make a move, I will never be merciful."

Zhao Zheng finally warned again.

"It's okay, junior brother, even if you let the horse come, senior brother can control his strength well, and he will definitely not hurt you!"

Ye Fan relied on his age and long time of martial arts training, so he didn't take the amazing physical strength shown by Zhao Zheng in his eyes, he only thought that this junior brother Zhao was light, and with a little physical strength, he could climb the cliff faster than others. Ye Fan is actually right to think like this, normal children of Zhao Zheng's age are also extraordinary, and they don't feel tired after playing outside all day.

But Zhao Zheng is not an ordinary child, Zhao Zheng is an old monster whose actual age is much older than his father......

Zhao Zheng couldn't help but roll his eyes when he looked at Ye Fan's confident appearance. I secretly said in my heart: He can't cry if he loses, right? I don't want to coax children.

"Senior brother, I made a move!" Zhao Zheng didn't want to talk nonsense, and he should let him recognize the gap between people in advance, so as not to bother him in the future. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out......

Hurry, too fast!

Ye Fan stared at his slowly falling lock of bangs and slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. What kind of martial arts is this! It's so fast that before he can see how Zhao Zheng came out with his sword, it's already over......

The sword was unsheathed and rested around his neck in the blink of an eye, giving him no time to react, and the spear he held in his hand was only then tightened.

In Ye Fan's eyes, the result that an incredible sword could cause was actually very similar to the blink of an eye swordsmanship. can lose their lives before the person reacts.

The blade inadvertently cut a little of the skin on Ye Fan's neck, and a drop of blood slowly poured out with the cold sweat on his forehead - it was too scary! Such a fast sword can be sent and received with ease! What an amazing control this sword must have! How old is this Senior Brother Zhao, and his swordsmanship is so high.

He's not going to be a youkai, right?!!!

When Ye Fan was doubting his life, Zhao Zheng had already put away his sword, and showed his particularly harmless smile.

"Senior Brother Ye, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay!" After being stunned for a few seconds, Ye Fanfang relieved himself and hurriedly replied.

"It's okay, hurry up and wash up and rest early! There's morning class tomorrow! ”

"Okay, okay, Senior Brother Zhao, don't practice too late, Senior Brother will go back to the house first." Senior Brother Ye, who had just felt that he had been closed in the ghost gate, was so frightened that he entered the house.

Zhao Zheng looked at his depressed back and couldn't help but self-examine in his heart, did he bully the child too hard? Senior Brother Ye can't have any shadows in his heart in the future, after all, Senior Brother Ye is only a teenager who has just turned thirteen.

After Senior Brother Ye left, Zhao Zheng practiced swords for a while, until the sunset dyed the sky in color again, stopped, went to the well to fetch a bucket of water and plants, washed it and went back to the house.