Worry-free constantly waving and forgetting sorrow, sweating like rain, but there is no idea of stopping to rest, from the very beginning of the sword practice, he just wants to exercise, and in the last days, he has been living by the sword until now. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The original intention of learning swords by himself is long gone, and some are just themselves who are constantly transforming in the last days, killing people with swords, killing zombies with swords, all to protect themselves and their friends?

Ask yourself, no!

Since worry-free wearing this military uniform, killing people is no longer a simple self-preservation, there are those who protect their identity, and there are those who act bravely, so what is the purpose of practicing swords?

Worry-free kept waving and forgetting his sorrows, and kept asking himself, Master said that everyone who practices swords has his own sword heart, so what is his sword heart?

The fallen leaves came with the autumn wind in the evening, gently drifting to the carefree, and the carefree saw the fallen leaves, and couldn't help swinging the sword out, thinking about catching the fallen leaves with a sword, but when the forgotten sorrow touched the fallen leaves, the fallen leaves were divided into two by the forgotten sorrow, which was contrary to the mind of the worry-free.

With a sword flower in his hand, he stopped without worry, and watched the fallen leaves that had been chopped by Forgetfulness and sorrow falling to the ground, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Everything I do seems to be done according to my own intention, but the result is often not as expected.

Captain Hao Jianbai hurriedly ran over, and after nodding to Jing Kezhu, he interrupted his worry-free thoughts and saluted: "Sir, the mission has failed." ”

"Failed?" asked Carefree softly, although he had a premonition in his heart, but when it really happened, he still couldn't calm down in his heart for a long time.

"When we rushed in, the 172nd Regiment blocked us, and no matter what I said, they wouldn't let me in, and I was just about to order everyone to force their way in, but they ······ They threw out the bodies of the family of three. ”

"What about the corpse?" asked Carefree staring at the fallen leaves without looking back.

"The body was taken away by the gendarmerie and disposed of. ”

"Got it, go rest. Carefree said flatly.

"Sir······ That baby has only been born for a few days!!!

Worry-free was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It's useless to say anything, go and rest." ”

Hao Jianbai looked at Wu Wu and asked with some hesitation: "Sir, I heard about your affairs when I came back······ Are you sure?"

"Sure? No. Carefree turned around and said with a slight smile.

"It's really not good, let's be soft, and stay in the green mountains without fear of running out of firewood!" Hao Jianbai gritted his teeth and said.

Wuwu said helplessly: "Do you think that if I am soft, I will let me go? Xiaobai, you are wrong." In this last days, if you don't advance, you will retreat, you can protect yourself, and if you retreat, you will be in the abyss, and each of us has no way out. ”

Hao Jianbai looked at the carefree in silence, and for a long time, he silently saluted the military salute and turned to leave.

Wu Wu looked at Hao Jianbai, who was leaving, picked up the forgotten sorrow in his hand, and muttered to himself: "What's more, how can a person who uses a sword leave a way back for himself?

Jing Kezhu heard all the conversations between the two, and after Hao Jianbai left, he hurriedly walked over and asked worriedly: "Worry-free, what's the matter?" You tell me, don't hide it from me, okay?"

Wuwu smiled gently at Jing Kezhu, put the forgotten sorrow into the scabbard, lay directly on the ground, looked at the gradually darkening sky and said, "Actually, it's just a competition." ”

"What kind of competition?" asked Jing Kezhu, squatting down, taking out a tissue to wipe his sweat for Wu Wu.

"One ······ A contest about life and death in the future. Carefree said with some hesitation.

Jing Kezhu stopped his hand and asked nervously, "Can't you not compete?

Worry-free looked at Jing Kezhu's anxious face, concerned eyes, and smiled helplessly: "My competition? No, the real person who competed was General Mu Xian and Nangong Lie, the commander of the Western Theater, in the final analysis, I was just a chess piece in their game." ”

"Why is this happening?" asked Jing Kezhu anxiously and worry-free.

"This······ In fact, I don't know that I have become a pawn in the hands of others as I live, in fact, I just figured it out. ”

"That'······ Are you sure?" asked Jing Kezhu, who tightened his arms and cried slightly.

Wuwu looked at Jing Kezhu's worried look, comfortingly reached out and stroked Jing Kezhu's cheek and said: "The result is nothing more than victory or defeat, either victory or defeat, five or five." What's more, now that Hao Jianbai knows it, tomorrow's competition will definitely not cause death, and my life is not in danger, but in the future······ It's hard to say. ”

"That's ·······"

Wuwu stretched out his hand to block Jing Kezhu's mouth, and said with a smile: "Kezhu, you go back first, I want to be alone." ”

Jing Kezhu looked carefree, and under the latter's insistent gaze, he nodded silently and stood up to leave.

Worry-free sat up, watched Jing Kezhu gradually leave, and when he saw that he was about to turn the corner and disappear, Jing Kezhu suddenly turned around and shouted: "Worry-free, come on, you can do it!"

Worry-free looked at Jing Kezhu's cute appearance, smiled happily, stretched out his hand and waved it away, and then picked it up and looked at it carefully.

"Brother Sword, Brother Sword, I can't take you with me tomorrow, I, a RMB player, will be naked tomorrow and the skills will flow ······"

Worry-free looked at the demonic red forgetfulness in his hand, and sighed with emotion that up to now, except for a set of internal exercises of the marrow washing meridian and the fingering method of possessing the spirit, there is no ancient martial artist technique, it can be said that there is no means of attack at all, and all the enemies encountered before rely on the sword moves learned before to fight.

Now when you really want to fight against an enemy who is stronger than yourself, you can only calm down and carefully analyze your strength, so you can say that you can't use the situation of forgetting your sorrow tomorrow, and you can only choose to fight hand-to-hand with the other party.

That Nangong Fang didn't need to think about it, he knew that there would definitely be a lot of attack techniques, but what about himself? Even if he went to Ye Wenshan to learn attack techniques now, he would definitely not be able to catch up in one night.

"Think about it this way······ Am I no different from a ruffian fighting?" wondered Sansso.

In the boredom, I had to sit cross-legged and meditate slowly, practicing internal force, since learning the ancient martial arts, I have not meditated and practiced internal force well, so that since I have eaten the ginseng fruit and reached the third realm, the internal force has not increased, resulting in the embarrassing situation now.

After meditating for a long time, I didn't think of any useful way, so I sighed without worry, so I had to pick up and continue to practice the sword.