Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, half a year has passed, and autumn is getting stronger in the valley. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Xiaofeng has really made a lot of progress. Since that conversation with Li Muqing half a year ago, his martial arts have made a qualitative leap in a short period of time. His swordsmanship became faster, more ruthless, and more terrifying.

Therefore, he now wants to give it a try again, to see if he can take Li Muqing's one-and-a-half moves.

When he went to find Li Muqing, the other party was drinking.

Wine is a good thing, and the effect of wine is too subtle.

Drink it when you are happy, drink it when you are sorrowful, drink it when you are happy, and drink it even more when you are sad. It's no wonder that so many people like to drink.

Li Muqing is an out-and-out drunkard.

He likes to drink, and the stronger the soju, the more he likes it, and even says that wine has become one of the most important parts of his life. But alcohol hurts his body, not to mention that he is now old, and his body is already not as good as before.

As soon as the bowl of wine was down, he began to cough incessantly, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs before he stopped.

After coughing for a while, he immediately poured himself another full bowl, and as soon as he reached out to serve it, he immediately began to cough incessantly.

So, this bowl of wine was taken away by Yang Xiaofeng.

Yang Xiaofeng picked up the bowl and drank it all, and mixed with the old drunkard all day long, so he naturally became an alcoholic.

After putting the empty bowl down, he finally looked at Li Muqing. Looking at this old man who not only taught him martial arts, but also took care of his life, he felt a little guilty in his heart.

In the past six years, he has rarely taken the initiative to talk to the old man. Every time I go to him, it's basically for a sword fight. He wants to keep getting stronger, and he wants revenge. He didn't dare to think about anything other than revenge.

He didn't even officially call Li Muqing as a junior. He didn't know what to call him, whether it was the third uncle or the master. In fact, in his heart, he has long regarded the old man as his father.

Probably, he owes this old man a debt that he will never be able to repay in this life.

But perhaps he didn't know that the old man had never thought of asking him back.

Li Muqing is to Yang Xiaofeng, just like a father is to his son, he doesn't want to reciprocate, how can he have to pay it back?

Although he already knew his intentions, Li Muqing pretended not to know and asked, "Feng'er, are you in trouble?"

"I want to try with you again", Yang Xiaofeng said very lightly, but very resolutely.

Li Muqing immediately smiled softly and said, "Then let's go."

Yang Xiaofeng may not have seen the sadness in the depths of the old man's smile at this moment, or he saw it, but pretended not to see it.

The two men stood in the open space in front of the room.

Li Muqing still turned his back to Yang Xiaofeng as always. It's not contempt, it's self-confidence.

When a person's martial arts have reached the pinnacle of the realm, he can know the direction of the opponent's move even without looking, because he no longer uses his eyes, but an intuition, the intuition of the heart.

Yang Xiaofeng looked at Li Muqing's back. In the same way, he is also very confident in his own strength, but he is still afraid, he is afraid that he will still lose. He's lost so many times that he can't afford to lose.

In fact, he didn't win a single time at all.

He lived to take revenge. But he is only one person, and if he wants to take revenge alone with his strength, he must have a supreme martial arts that is beyond the world, otherwise, he will not go to revenge, but to die. Therefore, he wanted to judge his martial arts by defeating Li Muqing. But he always loses, and he loses all the time.

In fact, Yang Xiaofeng doesn't have to worry at all. If he knew that more than 20 years ago, the "Sword God" Li Muqing was invincible in the world, and no one had ever made three moves under his old man, he might feel better.

A wind blew, and Yang Xiaofeng's sword also moved with the wind, but it was faster than the wind. The wind came and went faster, and it stopped in an instant.

When the wind stopped, the bamboo sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand was placed on his own neck again.

is still the same as before, this time, he still didn't see clearly how Li Muqing made a move.

This time, Yang Xiaofeng was completely desperate.

He felt as if he had become a little unsteady on his feet, and his feet went limp, and he slowly collapsed to the ground. If he just felt a little decadent after every previous loss, then this time it can be said that he is truly desperate.

He knew that he might never have a chance to win against Li Muqing in his life.

Li Muqing stretched out his hand and patted Yang Xiaofeng's shoulder with pity, looking at the young man's appearance, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. immediately comforted: "Feng'er, don't be too uncomfortable. In fact, as far as your current attainments in swordsmanship are concerned, whether it is speed, technique, strength, or timing of your strikes, they are almost completely comparable to mine."

He kept his tone as gentle as possible, so as not to provoke the young man in front of him again.

"Aha......", Yang Xiaofeng sneered and asked, "Since that's the case, then why did I still lose." If, as you say, my swordsmanship is almost as good as yours, then how could I lose so completely?"

He really didn't understand what the old man meant.

As if he had expected him to ask like this, Li Mu said lightly: "You lose just because you still owe a reason."

"The reason ......", Yang Xiaofeng frowned: "What reason"?

"The reason for the sword", Li Muqing's words were very serious and profound.

"Reason for the sword"?

Yang Xiaofeng's brows furrowed a little tighter, and he was already a little confused.

"Yes, there ...... reason for the sword", the expression on Li Muqing's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and he said seriously: "Feng'er, let me ask you, what are you practicing the sword so hard for?"

"In order to become stronger", Yang Xiaofeng gave the answer without thinking, but he answered very firmly.

Li Muqing continued to ask: "Why do you have to become stronger, and what do you plan to do after you become stronger?"

Yang Xiaofeng bowed his head and was silent. This is a question he didn't want to answer, and he didn't need to answer, but he answered it anyway.

"In order to get revenge, I have to take revenge".

Revenge, if the only reason for a person's life is revenge, is it too sad?

"Feng'er, ...... are you wrong", Li Muqing shook his head slowly, and said seriously and seriously: "Revenge is never a reason for a person to live, let alone a reason for him to become stronger. A person who has only hatred in his heart can never become a truly strong ......".

"If a person practices swords just to take revenge, then his swordsmanship will not be able to be brought into full play at all. To put it bluntly, revenge is to constantly defeat others, and a person who only thinks about defeating others will not be able to bear defeat himself, and he will not dare to fail. Everyone has a lot of shortcomings and imperfections, and only the one who puts himself in the position of a loser can find his own shortcomings and shortcomings, so as to perfect them and improve them. As a swordsman, only in this way can you truly exert the power of the sword in his hand to the extreme, and then defeat the opponent. Therefore, a person who is bent on getting strong only for the sake of revenge can never become a real strong man."

Li Muqing's words made Yang Xiaofeng really unable to refute.

"So what is a real strong man, is it to defeat everyone like you and make it unrivaled in the world?"

Yang Xiaofeng's words seemed to be thorny, sharp and scathing.

However, Li Muqing was not angry, on the contrary, he was a little happy.

If Yang Xiaofeng had been silent, he would have been even more worried. Now, the young man's behavior shows that he has doubted his cognitive attitude, or at least he has wavered a little.

Li Muqing's eyes stared straight at Yang Xiaofeng like an eagle, and he had enough patience to make him understand what he was saying.

"Feng'er, you are wrong again, and you are very wrong. As you said, being invincible in the world is the real strong. Then I can tell you very clearly now, even if a person is really invincible in the world, if his personality is problematic, he is still not a real strongman. Because even though he has defeated everyone, he has lost to himself."

After a pause, Li Muqing continued: "The strong are not to be invincible in the world, let alone to defeat others. The sword in their hands is not to kill, but to stop the killing, which is the meaning of the existence of the sword in the strong hand. The strong are those who are able to protect those who are weak, those who are around them from harm, and those who bring love and light to others. The strong should feel warm and safe, not fear and death."

"Warmth and security, hehe......", Yang Xiaofeng muttered to himself: "Will anyone still need me to bring them warmth, and who can I give them a sense of security"?

He suddenly felt very conflicted and entangled.

Li Muqing didn't give Yang Xiaofeng any time to think about it, and he continued in one breath: "What the strong should pay attention to in their hearts should not be hatred, but love and responsibility. So, if you want to be a real strong person, you have to learn to forgive, even those who have hurt you, you have to learn to forgive. Learn to forgive others and let yourself go at the same time. Learn to give up, give up hatred, give up killing. to behave in a loving way and to treat everything".

"Give up the hatred, haha...... , give up hatred ......", Yang Xiaofeng suddenly laughed wildly, sounding so miserable, for a long time, sneered: "That night six years ago, I watched my family being slaughtered, and I watched my mother being pierced through the heart by a killer in order to save me. She fell right in front of me, but I couldn't do anything, I saw my mother's murderer right in front of me, but I couldn't kill him. So I practiced sword desperately, even desperately crazy sword practice, just to one day be able to avenge my mother and my family. But what are you talking about now, you are now asking me to give up my hatred with a few words that are calm, let me ask you, how to give up the revenge of the dead clan and how to give up. If I give up revenge, then what is the point of my life, and if I give up revenge, how can I be worthy of those relatives who have died"?

Indeed, how to give up the revenge of killing relatives and destroying clans.

In the past six years, the reason why he has practiced swords without sleep, and he has rarely even slept is because there is a more important reason besides wanting to become stronger. As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene of his mother's tragic death would immediately appear in front of his eyes, so it was not that he didn't want to sleep, but he didn't dare to sleep at all.

The catastrophe that happened on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival six years ago has become his deepest nightmare. This nightmare tormented and tormented him all the time, so that he never had a moment of peace.

Perhaps, only after taking revenge can he be liberated.

Now Li Muqing wants him to give up his hatred, which sounds really ridiculous.

If he gives up hatred, then what is the point of his efforts in the past six years, if he gives up hatred, then where is the value of his existence, and if he gives up hatred, then who should he live for?

Now, hatred has become an obsession in his heart, and it has become a belief that supports him to live, does he want to abandon his beliefs?

"Even if you take revenge, even if you kill all the enemies, what can you do? Can the dead come back to life again...... Li Muqing suddenly raised his voice a lot, and asked loudly: "You only think about revenge, do you want to live in hatred for the rest of your life, and you will be trapped in the dark abyss for the rest of your life and unable to extricate yourself." Revenge, revenge, have you ever wondered how you will live when one day you kill all your enemies"?

Yang Xiaofeng was silent all of a sudden, he was really speechless.

Li Muqing said lightly: "It's not so much that you are desperately practicing swords, but that you are desperately torturing yourself." Don't you think you're too selfish like this, have you ever thought about it, thought about the people who care about you, who care about you, have you ever thought about how they feel"?

Yang Xiaofeng didn't want to listen anymore, so he ran away directly, roaring like a wounded little beast and running out.

I don't know how long I ran, let alone how far I ran, until he couldn't run anymore before he stopped.

He roared for a while, gasping for breath, and then fell to the ground, and after a while, he fainted directly.