Bamboo sea forest house 32, the wind blows the bamboo sound and is happy.

After walking forward for a while, Chen Mo saw a large round bamboo that was thick and straight to the sky. It had begun to become thin, and the brown bamboo shoots all over the ground were gradually increasing, breaking through the soil one after another, covering the ground in front of him.

As these dwarf bamboo shoots became more and more dense, Chen Mo's vision also became broader. Bamboo strips of various sizes slowly emerge in front of you, forming a fence that is connected. Inside the fence are several bamboo houses that have been split with a large number of round bamboos.

The old man in front of Chen Mo pushed open the fence door made of bamboo strips. A light breeze blew through the two or three bamboo houses, making Chen Mo feel a sense of joy and happiness.

It seems that these two or three bamboo houses are integrated with the entire bamboo sea and heaven and earth, so perfect and natural. And the oval sword cover that looked like gas around his whole body disappeared at this moment.

With a cheerful mood, Chen Mo followed the old man to the bamboo house in the middle.

On the top of the main entrance of the bamboo house, which has a slight sense of vicissitudes, there is a plaque made of huge bamboo blocks that exude dark green oil, and two ancient characters 'Kendo' are randomly marked by sword marks.

Looking at the two big words 'sword', Chen Mo was in a trance, as if he was in a paradise with a bamboo sea and a forest.

There, four children stood in an open area of the bamboo sea, wielding bamboo swords, practicing basic sword moves one by one.

They seemed to be sweating profusely because every time they swung the bamboo sword, they seemed to be doing their best. But the serious expressions on their faces revealed that they were so serious.

'Chen Mo', who was in the middle of this, somehow, couldn't help but follow the four children, waving a green bamboo sword that suddenly appeared in his hand.

When 'Chen Mo' swung the seemingly light bamboo sword, he felt that it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and even the hand holding the bamboo sword seemed to tremble as if it was cracking at any time because it was too hard.

The terrifying thing is that even with such effort, Chen Mo saw the 'self'. is also like the four children, even though their heads are full of green tendons and sweat, they still wield the bamboo sword with a serious face.

Every time he swung the bamboo sword, Chen Mo felt that 'himself' was so painful, but he was willing to do it, and continued to swing the next blow.

When he was hungry, 'Chen Mo' would eat with the four children. When I was sleepy, I also rested with them in the bamboo house made of bamboo.

In addition to eating, drinking, and sleeping. 'Chen Mo' and the four children would wield the sword again and again in the middle of the bamboo sea.

The moves are very simple, pumping, stabbing, hitting, cutting, splitting, pointing...... That's all for the most basic swordsmanship moves. But 'Chen Mo' and the four children seemed to never stop, repeating these monotonous and simple sword moves.

Hundreds, thousands, thousands of times, so many times.

One year, two years.

Spring goes to autumn, summer goes to winter solstice.

In that paradise dream, Chen Mo watched 'himself' wielding a bamboo sword all the time, and he didn't know how many spring and autumn seasons had passed.

Anyway, when the four children were already teenagers. 'Chen Mo' still danced swords, ate, and slept with them every day, without any communication.

I don't know how many times they have danced the bamboo sword, the whole body has been exposed to black and green, and it is as smooth as a mirror.

At this time, 'Chen Mo' and the four children who were at least the age of the year, wielding the bamboo sword in their hands, no longer had the same sense of weight as they did at the beginning. Instead, it became light and elegant, and the simple sword style was even faster than lightning.

Practicing swords like this, 'Chen Mo' and them are no longer wielding one move at a time, but can perform a thousand moves in a moment, like a shadowless sword style.

Even when they practiced swords in the rain, they made more than a thousand moves, and the rain that fell turned into water droplets, which shows the speed of the sword moves.

At such a fast sword speed, it is no longer a simple sword dance and ordinary sword moves, but a dazzling sword style and a sword technique that has disappeared without a trace.

When Chen Mo saw that the sword moves had reached such a point, he thought that they would end here. However, the 'self' in the dream is still expressionless every day. followed the four children who had become teenagers, getting up early every day and greedy for darkness, constantly wielding lightning-fast sword moves and sword styles that disappeared without a trace.

The sword is light and agile, and there is no shadow, and there is no trace.

This kind of sword speed should be much easier than when I was a child, but in fact it is not like that. 'Chen Mo' and them, because of the too fast speed of the sword, the hand holding the sword could not control the speed of the sword move, and the dancing body could not keep up with the sword style, and fell to the ground fiercely.

The nose and face were swollen, the hand was curled like a twist due to the speed of the sword move, and the body was also twisted and deformed because the sword was too fast.

In this way, they often wail and cry bitterly even when they fall asleep.

However, the next day, everything will repeat what happened yesterday, the injuries, the torment, and the never-ending sword dance.

The heart-rending body pain, and the swinging of the sword day and night, made Chen Mo want to let 'himself' stop and rest for a while. But after all, when the dawn breaks, there will be four people who have been at least a year old, repeating the endless sword dance.

Chen Mo sometimes wondered what supported the efforts of those four people. The love of the sword, the obsession with the sword style, the madness of the sword dance, or the yearning for the way of the sword.

Chen Mo didn't know, he only knew that if it were him, would he pay so much pain, torture, and loneliness to practice swords all day long?

He asked himself countless times, but he didn't get an answer.

That 'self' always has a serious face, and his inky eyes reveal stubbornness. Day by day, over and over again, he followed the four teenagers, dancing swords, sleeping, and eating, as if he was using silent actions to tell Chen Mo the answer he wanted.

Drink bitter sweat together, and be willing to be a demon in the sword.

Time passes, and the years go by.

Month after month, year after year, 'Chen Mo' and those four people have become much stronger. The youthfulness of the boy also receded, and the spirit of youth began to crawl all over his face.

The sword move is as fast as lightning, and the elegant figure has disappeared without a trace with the sword style.

At this time, 'Chen Mo' and the four of them, there was no pain in sword dancing at all, but it became a habit.

Usually, sword dance. While eating, they are also dancing with swords. Even when I was sleeping, I was dancing with my hands and feet.

The habitual sword dancing made 'Chen Mo' feel that he was starting to accept it. Because he unconsciously enjoyed this kind of sword dancing years all the time.

also began to give birth to a delusion that 'Chen Mo' made him feel that he was born like this. Just like those babies who are waiting to be fed, they are born to cry and melt into their souls.

One day

The young man's 'Chen Mo' saw that when the four of them started to dance the sword, there was an argument, and the four of them seemed to suddenly notice it. The sword style that other people danced was mixed with some things, and changed a lot, and when it was different from the sword style they danced, they went to persuade others to correct it.

But they are often scorned by others, and they themselves have their own perception of swordsmanship, so they naturally will not listen to the so-called corrections of others.

Some people began to think that dancing with a sword has no tricks to win. Some people think that the sword shape is better than the sword style, and some people think that the sword intent is better than the sword shape.........

They became unsubmissive.

With a dispute, they began to dance swords, eat, and sleep together, and they all became one.

At this time, 'Chen Mo' has not changed much, and he is still habitually dancing simple sword moves. He enjoyed this simple and monotonous sword move, and naturally didn't care who was better.

As time passed, the contradictions between the four reached the point of irreconcilability, and even affected their daily sword dance.

And this is something that the four of them can't tolerate, they finally broke out in front of a sword-dancing bamboo house, and no one took a step back.