"This junior can only understand the general sword path and sword frame, but he can't understand the sword moves. Senior's swordsmanship is superb. It is really difficult for me, a junior, to understand." Since the old man asked, Yun Zhong had no choice but to answer. He couldn't Seeing the old man's eccentric sword moves, he said that the sword moves were too messy, not to mention that the days of sword practice were still short, so he really didn't dare to judge whether the sword moves were good or bad.
In martial arts, it is easier said than done. Even though he knew that the old man's sword path was mainly based on changes, the young man did not dare to say that he could master this sword path like the back of his hand after practicing it for eighteen hundred times. Schools and schools, among which swordsmanship and swordsmanship, are more like the great river flowing eastward, with all the turbulent currents flowing into the sea. It is not easy to master the swordsmanship of an entire school, no matter how you talk about it. The art of swordsmanship has been circulating in the world for countless generations. Although it has changed in many ways, it remains true to its roots. However, after thousands of years, the swordsmanship and moves derived from it are even more complex than the branches and leaves of the ancient trees.
Yun Zhong's sword training has only managed to master the few moves passed down by Wu Shuang. What he thinks in his mind is that the sword is more valuable than finesse. If he practices these moves to perfection, he can barely protect himself. , if the moves are practiced in a complicated manner without any intention, it will actually lead to inferior performance.
The old man held a sword flower and lazily weighed the recently broken long sword in his hand. He smiled at the young man and said, "I guess that when you practice swordsmanship now, you mostly follow the path laid out by your master. If you want to After mastering those sword styles, he no longer had any other thoughts. As for the swordsmanship of other schools, it was not contaminated at all." With these words, the young man expressed all his thoughts, but the old man could not understand. Concerned, he slightly twirled his beard and said with a smile, "It's true that the so-called skill is not too much. One move is used everywhere and it works well everywhere. But how can there be a time when the swordsmanship in the world can only be respected by one family? Don't talk about your master. It is Wu Shuang who has been in the limelight for the past hundred years. Even if he was born under the sword immortal who wielded eighty-one swords ten thousand years ago, and the sword moves he learned with sincerity and encouragement are not necessarily unparalleled in the world."
"If you want to leave a name in the way of swordsmanship, you need to understand a unique set of swordsmanship and swordsmanship, which is the best. Wu Shuang's swordsmanship is inexhaustible, and it is more suitable for himself. You might as well Think about it, even if you master these styles of master swords, you have some chance of winning in a fight." The old man erased the water marks on the sword, but the surrounding water gathered on the sword body, causing gurgling The clear water washes the sword body, making the sword's light shine brighter.
"I'm afraid a war is just a fantasy." The young man blurted out without even thinking about it.
"If you want to take a step forward and create a sword move of your own, you need to practice hundreds of styles and do your best to observe other people's sword moves. Only in this way can there be a slight chance of creating a sword move." The old man nodded. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with the young man's two replies, and then changed the topic again: "Therefore, the sword is refined and no longer numerous. This statement happens to be a fallacy for those who are famous for their swordsmanship. After all, a person's life span is only a hundred years. Cut off the beginning and end, and the time left for you to study swordsmanship is only a few decades. It is not easy to get a glimpse of more swordsmanship and study it to make up for your weaknesses."
In fact, these words were not very different from Wu Shuang's original words, but the old man pointed out the topic directly. After thinking about it for a while, the young man felt that these words were indeed reasonable.
You must have experienced other people's sword skills before you can follow the sword moves and use your strengths and weaknesses.
"I would also like to thank the seniors for their teachings. The juniors have taken note of this." Yun Zhong gave the gift seriously this time, without any ambiguity. This was because the old man's words were comparable to those of preaching and teaching, and there was no hidden secret at all. I made it clear and straightforward that this etiquette must be received at home.
"No need to be polite, hurry up and see if this sword is handy. I am a little tired and have to go back to my residence to rest." The old man turned his wrist, handed the long sword to the young man, and then walked straight towards the street.
Liu Qing took two steps and was about to see her off, but was stopped by the old man. He said with a smile, "Don't be anxious. The sword is forged, but it still lacks a scabbard. I will look for it when I return to my residence." , and then hand them over to the young man tomorrow. As for the silver, there are rules in this shop, one tael per handle, no bully, never bargain, blow up the sword furnace, naturally you two will not have to pay, remember to put the taels Just hand it over to Wu Zhao."
The scholar still wanted to say thank you, but the old man had already taken several steps and left the words behind.
"Don't forget to pay me. There is no credit in this blacksmith shop."
As the sun sets, lanterns and plaques are hung.
The old man was walking alone when he met several children in the town who had finished their homework. He took out a few iron baubles from his clothes and gave them to the children around him one by one. Without waiting for the children to thank him, he waved his hand and walked lightly and quickly away. go.
Very much like the kind old man in the ancestral hall.
It seemed that this was really the time when a fairy spirit came into being.
The scholar kept watching in the dusk for a long time, and then he looked back until the old man's figure was almost invisible.
The young man was unaware of this scene. He only looked at the long sword in his palm, feeling very happy. The blade of this sword is extremely narrow, and the whole body is clear and bright. There are cloud patterns around the edge of the sword's spine, and the swallowing mouth is engraved with the shapes of water and fire. Other than that, there are no other complicated embellishments, but it is very light and heavy when you start it, so you can swing it. The sword is shining brightly. In addition to the coldness of the sword edge, it also has the taste of water, which makes it look very good.
When Qiu Hu first got it, the young man also felt that the weight was very suitable, but he had never felt so smooth and smooth before. It was as if he was holding the sword again and again, and his arms were stretching several feet with this new sword, without any sense of unfamiliarity.
It was probably a magical effect, or maybe the young man was happy, but what the young man wanted to do most at the moment was to draw the sword freely.
The sword light rises again.
The men in Wuzhao's shop were just tidying up, and they all stood at the threshold of the shop to watch, intent on seeing what this young man was capable of. If a good sword that cost countless sweat drops fell into the hands of a common man, these twelve taels would Even if the scholar wants to give money, these guys should not.
The young man took a step forward. Although the sword was unsheathed, it was still placed on his waist. He drew out the sword in a brisk Thrush style, and then climbed up the stairs. It jumped up several feet from the ground, filled with murderous aura. Then he lowered the sword and went downstairs, using smooth moves. Understanding, the sudden arrival of one's thoughts, is like a sudden storm.
The sword light flashed, and the young man climbed up from the Huamei building and performed the Luan to meet the waterfall again. The sword was rising higher and higher, and the momentum was so great that the dust and dust on the street also rose into the sky. They did not stir up, but they were all covered by the sword. All the flowing water in the sword was swallowed up and turned into a yellow dragon wrapping around the body.
But there seemed to be a hint of blood red in the yellow dragon formed by the flowing water and dust.
Passers-by and shopkeepers on both sides of the street all applauded and praised, saying bluntly that this young man's ability was indeed extraordinary. With his quick and slow sword, there were many showmen in the world who were skilled in martial arts. It didn't matter whether he was an expert or a layman. Just one word, great.
Dozens of people were parked on both sides of the canal. While clapping their hands and applauding, they were all curious about how this strange-looking young man with an unfamiliar face was able to practice such superb swordsmanship at such an age.
The applause was endless and could be heard on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
However, the silent scholar on the side frowned slightly.
