Chapter I

Jinxiu's father is a master. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is said that the real masters are nameless people, so his father has no name.

So Jinxiu's father is a real master.

However, his son, Jinxiu, was blind.

Blind, Jinxiu thinks it's good. I don't want to be hungry because I don't know. But when I was young, I had a bad time. I heard the sound of swords clashing, but I didn't know anything.

Jinxiu lay on his father's back, especially relieved.

"Dad, what's that voice?"

"It's a tune. ”

"What tune?"

"Jianghu song. ”

"Oh, that's good. ”

"Then you have to memorize this tune. ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to learn. ”

"You can learn only if you listen carefully. ”

"But the wind was so strong that I was afraid I wouldn't remember. ”

"Did I turn too fast?"

"No, Daddy's back is very steady, but the wind of the sword is blowing too loudly. ”

Jinxiu also asked her father when she was a child.

"What the hell is seeing?"

"It's the eyes that get the feeling. "My father was always calm when he spoke.

"Same as ears?"

"Yes. ”

"What do you feel like with your eyes?"

"You know that. ”

"I don't know. ”

"That's how it feels. ”

"I see. "Jinxiu felt that her eyes were so powerful at that time.

It's where people's imagination comes from. They will weave the world with their eyes.

And he didn't learn very well.

"Dad, this sword is so good, it has a strange color, and the light is cold and cold, and I can touch it with my hands. ”

Splendid father touched his head.

"I gave you this sword to ask you to be careful of the two sects. They will have different styles of music with different sounds. You have to listen to them in the future, and when you meet them in the future, you will compose a tune with them like I did. ”

"Which two sects?"

"The Golden Light Sect and the Lake Sound Sect. ”

"The people of the sect are all musicians?"

"Yes, they are all very famous musicians in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Will they also play the charlatan with you?"

"Yes, they play with me a lot. ”

"Are they the same masters as Dad?"

"Yes, you have to be careful, if you don't pick up their tunes, you will be scratched by the instrument, and you may die. ”

"Ah, that's dangerous!" Jinxiu wrapped her arms around her father's neck in fear. ”

"It's okay, you just have to listen to their tunes. ”

"Well, Daddy's Fufeng Sword Technique is more powerful than their tunes, and you win every time. ”

"Yes, but you have to remember that the score is dead, but the music is alive, and even if you practice the score well, the music may lose to the other party. ”

Splendid Father's was often fighting.

Footwork, body technique, footwork, internal force, swordsmanship, it is really like a clever musician playing.

"You have to listen carefully to me. The musician's sword is heard. ”

"Dad, you slow down, I don't hear too clearly why I can't learn the changes in the Fufeng Sword Technique. ”

The speed of the sword technique suddenly slowed down a little.

Kill!

The man in the golden robe seized the opportunity to stab his sword at Jinxiu's father, and the coating on the sword shone brightly, and with the golden light sword technique, it was dazzling.

The most colorful swordsmanship!

Jinxiu's father lost his mind and was stabbed in the shoulder, and blood flew to Jinxiu's face.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Jin'er is wrong, it's all my fault. ”

"Hahahaha, don't move, I just missed a sword, it's okay. You have to remember that every time a true master strikes a sword, the enemy can't think of it. ”

"If you're not careful, your life is in danger, so you have to give your all to every song. ”

Jinxiu nodded, her teeth clenched secretly.

"This Golden Light Gate has a very strong move, but the more you change, the more you can win. ”

Jinxiu knew that if it weren't for herself, her father would only win more easily.

Jianghu music is really good.

"Dad, musicians are so dangerous, why should we be musicians?"

"The sword is such a difficult instrument to play, and it doesn't sound as good as the erhu and the guzheng, why do people still want to learn it?"

Jinxiu's father ignored Jinxiu this time. He touched the wound on his body with his hand and closed his eyes.

He began to laugh, and his laughter was tinged with vicissitudes and heroism.

Jinxiu didn't understand at all, but he heard it clearly. In the next second, Jinxiu's father took out his sword.

"The famous golden light sword, after encountering a blind man, is nothing more than that. ”

Elder Jin Guang Chu Sheng calmly fought a few swords with Jinxiu's father, knowing that the golden light sword of his own sect was broken and it was difficult to get the results, so he used a trick Jin Toad to break out of his shell and withdraw from the battle circle.

"You take the child today, and I will come to you again in the future, but you have escaped me, and you can't escape the entire rivers and lakes, if you are willing to give me the cold moon stone map, I will write off the grudge between Guangmen and you. ”

"The sky is not afraid of ants!

Jinxiu wrote down another sentence from his father.

This year was when he was seven years old, and it was the first time he knew that his father was injured, and it was also at this time that he really liked swords.

Because of the song that escaped this danger, his father said a word to him.

"Jinxiu, Dad will give you a sword, and I will teach you little by little. When you're done with it, you won't have to play music with them. ”

Then his father gave him a sword, long, sharp, and cold.

There were two words on the sword, and he touched them.

Beautiful.

"Splendid?"

"Well, Dad wants your swordsmanship to be as splendid as your life. ”

"I don't know if life is like splendid because I don't know what splendid it is like. But what is a splendid swordsmanship?"

"You remember, the best Jianghu song is the Splendid Sword, and the most powerful master is the Splendid Man. Swordsmanship requires internal force to be urged, because the sword requires speed and strength, and at the same time, it also requires skill and comprehension of the true meaning of swordsmanship. ”

"You have often heard the sound of the sword over the years, but you have never played it, because the sword is dangerous, and the best music and the best swordsmanship are to walk between life and death. Therefore, you have to study hard and not relax for a moment. ”

Jinxiu nodded.

The chakras are like the wind, and the qi moves with the sword.

Flying and chopping green willows, catkins are all over the sky.

"This trick blows back to the wind and willows, the first two sentences are the heart method, and the last two sentences are the sword method. You have to practice your strength while practicing the sword, and when the internal force arrives, the sword also arrives, and when the sword is strong, the internal force is also strong. ”

Jinxiu practiced the sword seriously, and carefully remembered every teaching, from the beginning to the present.

But, May 15, ten days after the Dragon Boat Festival.

Jinxiu's father died.

Many of the memories from before me were shattered and fluttering in my mind.

The most in it is the voice, and what makes Jinxiu cry is every conversation between him and his father.

There is only sound in his world.

Father's voice.

The sound of the sword.

Now every time he swings his sword, he feels heartache.

The sound of the sword.

Is it an expression of grief?

Jinxiu didn't understand, he only knew that he and his father had learned the Wind Cultivation Sword Technique for seven years, and his internal strength had also been practiced for a whole line.

Now that he is fourteen, he still remembers the sound of every sword technique in seven years, and he remembers the sound of every sword technique for as long as he can remember.

Especially the song that my father composed with his life at the end.