Guan Daocun turned around and found that the old man was still standing where he was, sipping his cigarette unhurriedly, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that the smoke pot had bottomed out, the old man walked slowly towards the city again.

Guan Daocun squinted his eyes and looked fiercely at the old man's back, his hand had already grasped the sword again-no matter who the old man was or how strong he was, as long as he knew who he was, he would die! He clenched the hilt of the sword, and there was only one chance: wait, when the old man finished smoking and went to knock the smoke pot, that was the only time he could let his guard down.

Seeing the old man's hand put down, he flew out like lightning, and with a "cang" sound, the famous sword was already out of its sheath!

But it was only out of the sheath - the old man suddenly stretched his waist, and the cigarette gun in his hand raised backwards just met the blade of the sword, and then moved, and the index and middle fingers of the other hand clamped the sword again: "Ha, it's really stubborn." The old man said lightly.

Guan Daocun was already frightened, it was obvious what such a master would do if he saw a failed assassin who had missed the opportunity.

But the old man didn't mean anything, so he waved his hand and left, but when he turned around, he said slowly: "If you really want to learn something, I don't object to ......."

The old man heard a "click" - the sword was already in its sheath.

He turned around and said with satisfaction, "Come with me." ”

The two stopped under a tree outside the city, and the old man pointed to the trunk of the tree and said, "Let me see your catty two, the time for two breaths, and use the fastest speed to split this tree." ”

As soon as the words fell, several cold rays of light had already fallen on the tree, only to hear the sound of squeaking, sawdust flying, and there were more than a dozen sword marks on the tree.

When the old man heard the sound of the voice, he put his hand on the tree and began to rub it.

"You see, these dozen or so sword marks are very neat, this is your shortcoming, because a neat attack is easy to be seen, once this is the case, you will have no power to fight back! In addition, most of these swords are diagonal, and there are many crosses, which is a manifestation of lack of change and confidence, because the person who cuts out such marks only thinks about how his sword should take the route in his heart, regardless of the changes and paths of others, and is also overwhelmed with his own swordsmanship, lack of coordination and change - in the end, you are still very bad!" the old man paused, and then said:

"Between two breaths, it is the time when the old force is not gone and the new force is not born, your speed is very fast, but at such an important moment, you can't control your changes, and you can't move people in the slightest. If you don't care about that, how can you win?"

"That's—"

"Practice swords. The old man didn't care about Guan Daocun's words.

"Dare to ask the seniors, what are the tricks of sword training that can be passed on to the juniors?" Guan Daocun said respectfully.

"Trick!" "The trick!" the old man smiled, "hehe, what trick can there be? Unify the world, or protect the people around you, and your progress will never stop. ”

"Then can you show your hand?" Guan Daocun still finished speaking.

"Okay. It's been a long time since I've used a sword, so let's try it. The old man was stunned and agreed.

So he began to put away his pipe, and his left hand had just been put into his shirt, and his right hand had already reached out, but he did not take the sword, but put his index finger and middle finger together, and then trembled slightly—and then the tree exploded with thousands of debris, but there was no sound, and the old man's hand was faster than the sound!

When it calmed down and Guan Dao was saved, his original traces were no longer visible, and instead there were countless traces—horizontal, vertical, oblique, circle, point, pick, arc...... It's like a painting, a painting of death, a painting of death.

"Dare to ask the seniors?"

"My surname is Gao, little doll, if you have time, you will come to the broken temple in the east of the city to drink with the old man!"

The old man put his hands behind his back and paced towards the city gate again, humming and chirping, not knowing what he was singing, but Dao Cun heard it very clearly, very clearly, it was a minor tune from the past rivers and lakes, a minor tune praising the heroes of the world-

The high-gun foil willow door knife is not false.

Yang stick Lu Gong Gongsun whip, no one can distinguish the storm.

South, the mighty eight-way jack sword;

In the north, dragons and phoenixes dance in double rings.

East and West two passes, who will see the two sides?

But yes, there are nine sons and eight immortals.