He didn't stand up, and he didn't have a sword in his hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info, an old man who claimed to have been learning swords for many years, just picked up a chopstick with two fingers and held it flat in front of him. This is not a posture of attack. But a person who has really learned the sword can immediately see that this posture is far more dangerous than all the attacks in the world. In this completely static posture, there are endless changes and killers. Although he didn't have that kind of thunderous sword in his hand, he completely had the advantage. Because every empty door on Topaz's body has been completely exposed in front of his eyes. Although the chopsticks in his hand didn't have the kind of stab that grabbed the opportunity, he didn't let Topaz take the lead. To rob is not to rob, not to rob is to rob, to preemptively, to static braking, the essence of swordsmanship, has been in it.

What's more, topaz can't be grabbed at all, and it can't be moved. Topaz was pouring wine. Hold the wine cup in one hand and the flask in the other, and pour yourself wine. He himself had devoted all his hands to this most leisurely, lazy, and unmurderous action, and even if he had murderous intent and vigilance in his heart, it had flowed out with the wine in the pot. How could he move? But there was always a time when the wine in the pot was poured out, and there was always a time when the wine cup was full. Whether the wine in the pot had been poured out, or the wine cup had been filled, at that moment, he had to move even if he did not move. Shinnoemon's killer will also come out of that moment. This glass of wine is probably the last glass of wine for Topaz. Wine in the glass. The night was getting deeper, and the river was already lit up with fishing fires, which seemed to be brighter than the stars in the sky.

It was still dark in the cabin, and Neemon sat quietly alone, but he didn't mean to light a lamp. The lights were brought into the cabin by another person. "Only the gentleman here?" "I'm the only one here." Shinnoemon's voice was tired and somber, sounding like a traveler who had just returned from a long journey. "Where's Topaz?" he left. "How can he go?" "Those who come and go, who cares about coming and going?" the man's eyes widened, looking even more surprised. "But I just saw Mr. using chopsticks as a sword, and he became blue-eyed, and Topaz was obviously completely controlled by Mr.'s sword momentum, how could he walk?" The man asked again: "Can he dodge Mr.'s decisive blow?" Shinno Emon looked at a little fishing fire on the river, and after a long time, he said leisurely: "He didn't hide, and he didn't have to hide." "Why?" "Because I didn't shoot at all. ”

The man sat down and looked at him in surprise: "Why didn't you make a move, sir?" and "I can't make a move." Shinnoemon said, "Because I'm not sure at all." The lights in the distance flickered in his eyes, but the old man's eyes had lost their original brilliance. "He was pouring wine, and I was going to do it when his glass was full. Shinnoemon said, "As soon as the glass is full, he must stop pouring the wine, otherwise the wine in the glass will overflow, and that moment is my best chance." ”

"I understand. The man said, "In that case, if the whole body is full of wine, whether it is the overflowing glass of wine, or the change of his own movements and posture, it will affect his spirit and appearance, and if there is a slight flaw in his divine body, the gentleman can stab him under the sword." "Yes. Shinnoemon sighed silently: "This is how the situation should have been. "Did anything special change happen after that?"