He seemed to understand something. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he had almost forgotten what laughter was all these years, he smiled faintly at the moment, although he smiled very reluctantly, but finally smiled.

He smiled lightly and said, "I see, it's like water." Water is invisible, but it can change into various shapes at will. Water may seem feminine and powerless, but it has the power to change everything. It depends on perseverance and perseverance, so I have to calm my heart first."

Li Muqing was very satisfied and relieved. He was a little surprised that Yang Xiaofeng's comprehension ability was so good, and he could understand it at one point.

What shocked him the most was that Yang Xiaofeng could still draw inferences. He just said the sword, but he fully understood the meaning of his words, and he could think of water again.

This kind of talent is only as good as when I was young.

It seems that it is a matter of time before it is overtaken by young people.

At the moment, he smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, yes, that's probably the truth."

Then he said: "However, there is another truth, there are too few people who can understand. If you can even understand this truth, your martial arts attainments will definitely make a qualitative leap and reach unprecedented heights."

Yang Xiaofeng asked: "What is the truth?"

Li Muqing said calmly: "I have already said that most people pay too much attention to the sword itself, so they try their best to have a peerless divine weapon, but they ignore that the level of martial arts has little to do with the weapon itself. With a sword in hand, for a low-level swordsman, it may really have some deterrent power, but for a truly first-class peerless master, there is no difference between a sword or a branch in his hand. Because for a real master, flying flowers and leaves can resist the enemy, and sword qi can also hurt people."

Without waiting for Yang Xiaofeng to speak, he continued: "When facing the enemy, having a sword in your hand may really increase your confidence, but true courage is never given by a sword. For a true master, it doesn't matter if he has a sword in his hand or not, in their eyes, everything can be a sword, even the opponent's sword can be used by me, because this sword has long been in their hearts. There is a sword in the heart, and everything is a sword".

Yang Xiaofeng was a little puzzled: "If you don't have a sword in your hand, how can you defeat your opponent?"

Li Muqing smiled and asked, "I didn't have a sword in my hand just now, but you are different and still lose to me?"

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly had nothing to say.

Li Muqing asked again: "Dogs that bite people don't bark, you should always understand this truth, right?"

Yang Xiaofeng glanced at him expressionlessly, he had a very strong feeling of being regarded as an idiot at the moment.

Do you still need to ask such a question?

So, to this question, he refused to answer.

Li Muqing laughed dryly, coughed and said, "Uh, that...... Let's put it this way. A person holding a sword and swaggering around the market unabashedly, then what others will think of him, of course, is always on guard against him. Therefore, the real danger is not the sword itself, but the person, the kind of person who does not have a sword in his hand, because he makes you feel no danger, and naturally he will not deliberately guard against it. This kind of person hides but does not reveal it, hides it but does not reveal it. Once the opportunity is right, if you don't make a move, you can kill it with one blow, isn't this the most dangerous?"

"If you don't make a move, you will have a fatal ...... if you make a move", Yang Xiaofeng repeated Li Muqing's words back and forth, looked down at the sword in his hand for a while, and then looked up at Li Muqing's people for a long time, and then strode away.

Isn't it, he already understood?

This time, he went straight back to the room.

The room was dark and damp, and there was still nothing here, just an extra bed.

He's been living here for six years.

Yang Xiaofeng rummaged around on the bed for a while, and finally found it, it was an old cloth.

He first looked at his hand, then the sword in his hand, hesitated for a while, and then finally started to wipe the sword carefully inside and out, and finally wrapped the sword in earnest, and then found a piece of twine to tie it.

He does it very slowly with his hands because he does it very carefully.

Perhaps, from now on, the sword will never be unsheathed again.

When Li Muqing returned to the house, he happened to run into Yang Xiaofeng going out with the knife he used to chop wood.

He was a little strange, what was this kid going to do?

Could it be that after six years of eating dry rice in vain, today I finally found out in my conscience that I was going out to chop a load of firewood and come back?

Li Muqing suddenly burst into joy, but immediately after, he couldn't rejoice anymore.

Although Yang Xiaofeng took a woodcutter and went out, he didn't want to cut wood, he just walked towards a mangosteen not far away, it turned out that he was just going to cut the mangosteen.

The hand rises and falls, and the mangosteen falls down. Three more knives went down, and the bamboo had been split in half. Yang Xiaofeng chose one of the sections and sharpened it at the end, which was considered a gripper, and then sharpened it a few more times, smoothing the edges and corners on the bamboo piece, which could be regarded as making a sword.

A sword that can't be called a sword at all, a sword that doesn't even have the appearance of a sword, but it's a sword.

In fact, this is just a piece of bamboo that has been cut, but when this piece of bamboo is held in Yang Xiaofeng's hand, it becomes a sword.

Of course, this piece of bamboo happened to be firmly held in his hand now.

The sun was shining brightly and brightly, sprinkling down from the branches, giving everything a layer of gold. Under the reflection of the sun, Yang Xiaofeng seems to be no longer the Yang Xiaofeng he used to be.

He seemed to have changed, and at a certain moment, he suddenly became a different person, a stranger who was completely different from his previous self.

The next moment, the sword in his hand moved, silently, and more rapidly than thunder. Just move, and then stop.

Immediately after, the branches and leaves within ten steps around him were suddenly shaken down like snowflakes, and they were shaken down by the sword qi he had just had.

At the same time, the sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand moved again, and when the sword light flashed, the blades flying all over the sky had been cut in half by him from the middle.

How delicate and swift is it to use a sword made of bamboo to cut a thousand delicate fallen leaves in half in half in a single move?

The most incredible thing is that in this process, the trajectory of the blade's fall did not change for half a minute, and even paused in the air for a moment before slowly falling again along the previous trajectory.

Finally, it slowly fell to the ground.

The power of a sword is so strong?

The most incomprehensible, and even a little weird, is that Yang Xiaofeng's control of the strength of the sword is too accurate.

How could the control of the sword be so lightweight, and how did he do it?

So much so that although a piece of autumn leaf was cut in half by his sword in the process of falling, the trajectory of the fall did not deviate by half a minute.

It is important to know that autumn leaves are too frivolous, even the slightest wisp of night breeze, or the tiniest drop of morning dew, can stir the leaves that stay between the branches to make them swing, not to mention that these leaves are still in the process of falling.

In other words, although Yang Xiaofeng directly cut all these blades in half when he shot this sword, the blades themselves did not feel the existence of his sword at all. Because these blades are not exposed to the slightest pressure from the outside world.

A sword shot, so exquisite?

Although this time Yang Xiaofeng was holding a sword made of bamboo chips, it was faster, more accurate, and lighter when he struck...... Compared to before, the power of this sword is ten times stronger!

Li Muqing didn't laugh, he didn't rejoice at Yang Xiaofeng's progress. He was not happy for the young man either, on the contrary, he was still a little worried.

He stood not far away and looked at Yang Xiaofeng fixedly, with a faint sadness on his face. He had never felt so helpless as he was now.

He's never been so defeated!

What he said to Yang Xiaofeng just now actually has a deeper meaning. The reason why he asked Yang Xiaofeng to put aside his own obsession and put down the sword in his hand was actually to hope that the young man could learn to let go of the hatred in his heart and learn to come out of the pain, so that his heart could be freed from hatred. But the result?

In the face of the results, he was disappointed. Perhaps, I was wrong.

Hatred has completely occupied Yang Xiaofengfeng's heart, hatred has taken deep roots in this young man's heart, how could he let go so easily?

Are you in too much of a hurry?

He even felt that he was just doing futile and useless work.

Can the young man understand his painstaking efforts?

Six years ago, he watched the woman he once loved the most die in front of him, but he couldn't do anything about it. The only thing he could do was to save her son desperately. So now, he did save her son and saved his life, but what was the use.

Now in Yang Xiaofeng's heart, all he thinks about is revenge. What is the difference between a person who lives only in hatred and the walking dead?

Although Yang Xiaofeng's people are alive, what about his heart?

What a gentle and kind teenager he used to be. At that time, he loved to laugh, and his smile was like a warm spring breeze.

When he laughs, people's hearts immediately become warm.

But now?

Now, he's completely forgotten what laughter is all about.

Now, all he thinks about is revenge, revenge for his bloody revenge for killing his relatives and destroying his family.

In the past, when he was in Qingshui Villa, although he also practiced swords, most of the time was spent reading, or studying poetry and music, and what he loved was literature.

His fondness for Wenmo Cifu far exceeds that of swordsmanship and martial arts.

I vaguely remember that at that time, his biggest wish was to be a teacher when he grew up, or to mix better and become a deacon master in the yamen.

But now?

Now, he basically practices swords all the time every day, in addition to swordsmanship, he still practices swords, day and night, sleepless sword practice.

Even he didn't know if he would suddenly go crazy one day if he continued like this.