"You elm head. ”

Zhang Ran slapped Nangong Qingyi on the head, hating that iron is not steel, "How many times have you said it, a knife is not a sword, why are you still stupid and can't tell the difference." ”

Nangong Qingyi was not annoyed, but looked at the knife in his hand suspiciously.

"Go, chop wood. Zhang Ran was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but in the end he slapped it on his head, very helpless.

Nangong Qingyi didn't say anything, put the knife behind his back, went to the side to pick up the firewood knife, and continued to chop wood.

"That's what it looks like. Zhang Ran's face softened.

Then, he looked at the arcs drawn by the firewood knife one after another, and was very puzzled.

It's the same knife, why is it so much worse all of a sudden?"

"Are you trying to get your sword back?" Zhang Ran shouted.

Nangong Qingyi's action of swinging the knife paused, and this knife was the strange action of the knife not like the knife and the sword not like the sword before.

Zhang Ran sat down and said depressedly, "Don't split, come back." ”

Nangong Qingyi sat opposite Zhang Ran according to his words.

"Sword and knife, do you know what the difference is, and what is the connection?" Zhang Ran touched the wine bag from his waist and took a sip.

"I don't know. Nangong Qingyi replied honestly.

Zhang Ran glared.

"Nobody taught me, I just practiced by feeling, I didn't think about it. Nangong Qingyi added.

"Why don't you want to?" Zhang Ran glared angrily.

"It didn't work. Nangong Qingyi replied.

"Yes, it doesn't work. Zhang Ran suddenly laughed and threw the wine bag to him, "Drink." ”

Nangong Qingyi was inexplicable, but he still raised his head and took a big sip.

It's the kind of coarse rice wine, and it's not very tasty.

"It's useless, then what do you think when you practice knives?" Zhang Ran snatched the wine bag back.

"I'm not reconciled. Nangong Qingyi raised his head and said.

"Why?" asked Zhang Ran.

Nangong Qingyi stopped talking.

"Don't want to say, when the old man wants to hear it. Zhang Ran sneered, "Do you know why your sword is gone?"

Nangong Qingyi looked up in amazement.

"There are several situations when you can't get out of the sword, your hand is gone, you are stimulated, and you don't want to face it, what kind of person do you say?"

Nangong Qingyi opened his mouth.

"You don't want to face it yourself, and you're not reconciled? ”

Zhang Ran said unceremoniously, "Hypocrisy!"

Nangong Qingyi stayed there, "No, I'm just ......"

"It's just a hammer!" Zhang Ran interrupted directly, "Back then, Lao Tzu didn't talk about Wu Lao Ghost well, and now you still learn from him, Lao Tzu will talk about it well." ”

"Lao Tzu asked you first, you touched your conscience and said, have you passed your own level?"

Nangong Qingyi frowned and didn't answer.

"Do you think that Old Ghost Wu uses a knife as a sword, is that a knife or a sword?" Zhang Ran asked again.

"Knives. Nangong Qingyi replied.

"Fart!" Zhang Ran directly spat Nangong Qingyi's saliva.

Nangong Qingyi wiped his face, and stopped speaking with a gloomy face.

Zhang Ran asked again, "I'll ask again, what's wrong with the knife, what's wrong with the sword, aren't they all murderous guys, what is the difference between what to take and what not to take?"

Nangong Qingyi didn't answer, he didn't want to be spit on again.

"What is the difference between the sword technique and the sword technique?" Zhang Ran continued to ask.

Nangong Qingyi was still silent.

"I'll just ask you, what is the difference between using a sword and using a sword, except that it is not very smooth?" Zhang Ran was angry, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to scold.

Nangong Qingyi pursed her lips.

Zhang Ran continued to scold, "Don't you just pick and tease and slash so many actions, it looks very different, right? But isn't that just a few movements? ”

"Why do you have those few actions, isn't it better to kill people? ”

"Then what's the difference, do you make a frog jump with a sword, or do you do a frog jump, don't you do it with a knife?

"Swordsmanship, knife technique, isn't it just more convenient, what's the difference?"

"What makes the difference between you holding a knife or a sword?"

"Then what's the point of you holding a knife and struggling with a sword?"

Nangong Qingyi pursed her lips, "Then according to the meaning of the seniors, there is no difference between using a knife and a sword?"

"It didn't make a difference from the start. Zhang Ran's tone softened, "But there are some things that have feelings." ”

"It's like if you raise a baby, you raise it for a few days, you die, you die, you die, in addition to burying a pit, can you shed a few tears for him?" Zhang Ran continued, "But you raised it from childhood to adulthood, that baby died, you try again." ”

"Some things are made out of nothing, this is the difference between the knife and the sword, and it is also the reason why the knife and the sword compete, just like looking at the baby, no one wants to admit that their baby is not as good as others, a truth. ”

Nangong Qingyi lowered his head, a little understood, but he didn't understand very much.

Zhang Ran took another sip of wine, a little sullen.

He thought of the old ghost again, and he didn't know when he would be able to fight him again.

"Lao Tzu said so much, it's not to hit you," his tone was more soothing, "You learn the knife, you learn the sword, if you want to find the sword, you can find the sword, don't pull a little bit on both sides, it's nondescript, and you haven't chopped wood yet." ”

Zhang Ran took a sip of wine again, got up and walked to the thatched house, "Think about it, just this little, it's been delayed here for a month, Lao Tzu is out for a walk, but he is not embarrassed and hidden, let's go out after thinking about it, don't wait for others to find it, make dumplings." ”

As he spoke, he lay down on a simple bamboo chair, turned over, and soon snored like thunder.

Nangong Qingyi sat there and thought for a long time, then he stood up, walked to the wooden pier, and began to chop wood.

The sound of firewood cracking, regular and stable, and the old man's snoring, is very interesting.

......

For the next seven days, Xiao Feng has been wandering around the maze, then determining the size of the maze, his location, and from time to time he will go into a shop and ask some strange questions.

For example, where is the most lively today, where was a certain store a few days ago, where was a certain store in a certain store, and so on.

Most of the people who asked couldn't say why, after all, there was no map and no reference, they didn't even know where they were every day, but they were just a child, and they were dressed in good materials, and the adults were bored and couldn't say anything, just perfunctory.

In the past seven days, although Xiao Feng has been busy, he is very calm, there is no major trouble, and there is no assassination or the like, just like the normal life of an ordinary person.

Xiao Feng was happy to do the same.

On this day, after walking for a long time, Xiao Feng entered the teahouse where he drank tea for seven days.

The tea here is very fragrant, which makes him a little sleepy when it comes to storytelling.

Stories were being told in the teahouse, and everyone was listening quietly.

Xiao Feng quietly asked for a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

At the end of the story, there was a round of applause.

Immediately after that, people began to talk to each other.

The music of the piano sounded in the teahouse, and it was a very soft tune.

Someone sat down opposite Xiao Feng and spoke, "You said you know my brother?"

Xiao Feng opened his eyes, there was some surprise in his eyes, and he instantly figured it out again, and nodded, "Yes." ”

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