The sword has no eyes.
Everyone in the world knows the saying that there is no turning back when you draw a bow. If two people fight, they may not be able to stop safely. No matter what, the sword must be shaken to let go before they can stop for a while, and it is most difficult to stop.
It is now the time for spring to be welcomed everywhere in the world, but Dayuan is still covered in solid ice, and everything looks like winter. The ice hangs on the tips of the pine branches, and fog is visible. They are hidden in the snow all year round, and they live in glaciers.
Therefore, if the sound of swords and swords were heard in this quiet land of flying snow, the sound would be like piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, shaking the whole world.
When the purple-sheathed long sword was unsheathed, the cold light overflowed. However, it was not deliberately hidden in the sheath as before, showing a little mercy. This time it was rare to take it out of the sheath. The light of the sword was as cold as frost and like snow, and it shone brightly. The most eye-catching thing. In comparison, the young man's swordsmanship with the long sword was far superior to that of the woman opposite who used double hooks. Each sword was faster than the other. Shooting stars followed the moon, and the sword's light covered the snow. It was rare to see complete snowflakes within a foot of the surrounding area.
After thirty or fifty rounds, Ruan Qiubai gritted his teeth and held on. After all, it was no longer possible to withstand the waves of sword light. But when he was about to regain his strength and jump out of the circle, the sword in Madman Tang's hand still did not slow down at all. It was stuck to the double hooks. No matter how hard he blocked it, he never stopped. It was not until Tang Bufeng removed the double hooks with two knives and fell into the snow dust that he fell to the ground, panting.
It wasn't until the woman's double hooks were all out of her hands that they fell to the ground one after another. Tang Bufeng's sword movement, like falling leaves in the autumn wind, stopped for a moment, and then he casually withdrew the single sword into its sheath, crossed his arms and crossed his chest, looking at the tired man in front of him with a half-smile. The woman couldn't help but grinned, but she still didn't forget to reach out and help Ruan Qiubai up, grinning mischievously, "The Ruan family master is very capable with his fists, but the blade seems a little rusty. After all, there is no one in Mocheng." When it comes to weapons, if I practice for another three or two years, I might be able to beat him to the point of begging for mercy, so don’t lose heart.”
The woman's double hooks made her appear to be on a steady footing, but when she saw that the young knight in front of her was moving as fast as a sword, she was already a little overwhelmed and found it difficult to deal with. Among them, two or three swords were already close to the woman's face, carrying the wind and cold, and suddenly It passed over the face, narrowly passing by again and again, the lips tightened, and the face turned slightly pale for a moment.
In normal times, Ruan Qiubai could handle it easily, but this time, the young man's sword was too fast, and it was really difficult to strike. Even if he could barely resist, he was already very exhausted. He couldn't look at each other, let alone have the upper hand. Now only Ding was left. With some parry skills, he clearly understood the double hook, but he was still not as fast as the single sword in the young man's palm. He moved like a dragon and a snake through the snow, and it was difficult to resist the sword. It seemed that he had no intention of holding back at all.
After all, this is her daughter's house. After Ruan Qiubai received the double plum blossom hook, her heart was filled with joy. There was neither the cold and murderous aura of a sword, nor the clumsy look of a large spear, hammer, and axe. Both edges were guarded by crescent moons. It seems that it is more suitable for women than swords, guns, swords and halberds. Although it was a temporary favorite, the more bizarre and strange the weapons, the more difficult it became to get started. With this pair of plum blossom hook users, it was extremely difficult to enter the hall. After repeated setbacks, naturally the mood became slightly depressed.
Shen Jie glanced at the two of them in the distance, rolled his eyes, sat cross-legged, changed the scroll, and read through it carefully. Strange to say, there were only a few books placed in the square picture scroll, but Shen Jie still read tirelessly every day, and was often very happy. Tang Bufeng once accidentally saw Shen Jie looking at the book and found that the picture Although there are only a few volumes among them, every time Shen Jie pulls out the volumes, they are all different. From celestial phenomena to ancient historical books, from the art of war and farming to the theories of hundreds of schools of thought, they are almost all-encompassing, and they all blend together with those few volumes that look ordinary. 's wordless book.
It was rare for Tang Bufeng to say a few words of comfort, but Ruan Qiubai still glanced angrily, broke away from Tang Bufeng's calloused hands, sighed and looked at the double hooks falling on the snow, and remained silent.
Traveling in the rivers and lakes requires you to master a weapon, always catching and killing each other with a pair of fleshy palms, and always suffers a loss. However, in Mocheng, there have been no swords for many years, let alone hidden weapons such as throwing knives and darts. Therefore, after leaving Mocheng, Tang Bufeng finally negotiated with Ruan Qiubai again and again, and picked out a pair of exceptionally well-forged plum blossom hooks from the Dayuan Market, and incorporated the hook techniques taught by people in the escort agency in the early years. Although Jiao and Ruan Qiubai are not necessarily clever, their advantage is that such weapons are rare and most surprising. When the time comes to fight, they can also use this sword to take a deviant approach and gain a slight advantage.
"Talent accounts for seven percent of practicing martial arts and practicing swordsmanship, and the remaining third depends on hard work, so that you can reach the top and look down on ordinary masters. But often, even if people find that they have such talent in practicing swordsmanship, they may not really be able to do it. Calm down and make up for the remaining three points of hard work that rely on blood and sweat to survive the future. The Ruan family leader might as well guess why some people are clearly blessed with the power of heaven, and can practice swordsmanship for three to five years with concentration, and their skills are lower than ordinary people. People have practiced hard for decades, but not many of them can succeed. On the contrary, those who are in the world and have no rivals are often not talented enough to be one in a million."
Ruan Qiubai was silent, obviously hearing some clues, but he really didn't know how to talk about it at the moment. His eyelids drooped slightly and he looked listlessly at Tang Bufeng.
"Whether you are practicing plum blossom hook or sword practice, you must naturally pay attention to the word talent. People who are born with ordinary talents may not be able to use them freely in the palace after ten years of hard training. Of course, they have to go down the wrong road of getting twice the result with half the effort, which will waste many years, but it is also If you don’t, then you really can’t practice it.”
Seeing Ruan Qiubai stunned, Tang Bufeng stepped forward, wrapped his fur coat tightly, sat aside with his knife in his hand, and said calmly, "I don't know which dynasty came from that generation. They often say that nothing is difficult in the world. I'm afraid Careful people, no matter ordinary people or princes and ministers, seem to be willing to talk about this, for fear that future generations will delay their good years."
Tang Bufeng's temperament has always been very perverse and domineering, and his actions are unscrupulous, but what he said today was smooth sailing. Ruan Qiubai already understood the meaning of it without thinking about it carefully.
"When I tell you how I practiced swordsmanship in the past, I always mention the details, but I never tell you all my thoughts and explain clearly. It seems that my future husband is not thinking carefully."
"You are right, it's just because you don't want to." Tang Bufeng followed the woman's gaze and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "People in the world often say that hard work pays off, and iron pestle and iron needle, life is short. It takes a few words to be diligent, but it forgets to talk about these things all day long. In fact, not many people can listen to it. It is like a naughty child in school. The teacher talks earnestly and devotes himself to teaching all day long, but people just feel that there are mosquitoes and flies flying around their ears all day long. How? You can't escape the sight of things going in with your left ear and out with the right. In the final analysis, people still want to do what they want to do, eat when they are hungry, drink when they are thirsty, and as for things further away, either no one tells them, or If you don’t experience it, of course it becomes irrelevant.”
"To put it more simply, it is only when the sword is placed on the neck that you know you have violated the law. When you see the coffin is tightly closed, you feel that there are still many regrets in this life. You clearly know that even if you don't practice swordsmanship, you will not die of hunger. Even if the carrying pole falls to the ground, you will not know. It’s just a word, and it doesn’t delay living in the world safely and soundly in the future. In this case, how can you do that kind of work that has no intention at all and is asking for trouble all day long?”
No one knows how the twelve-year-old Tang Bufeng mastered his sword skills. However, he only relied on the scraps of the book and a few people to remind him of the sword skills, and he polished the sword skills to a proficient level in two or three years. In Kung Fu, even if several people in the escort agency join forces, they can't beat the long purple sheath knife in the young man's hand.
Tang Bufeng said that at that time, he was really obsessed with practicing swordsmanship. In the end, he had forgotten that his hands were covered with blood from the shock. Instead, he felt that he was just a sword. He was tireless and held it out countless times, hitting each other. Go to the sword practice pile or someone else's sword, break through gold and stone, and smash into rocks.
The snow in Shuo's sleeves was still full, flying towards people's faces. Pieces of fine snow fell on the young man's bun. It seemed that he had lost a lot of his former murderous aura. He picked up the long knife and leaned it on the haystack left by the Dayuan people behind him. , squinting his eyes slightly to look at the gloomy sky, but it made Ruan Qiubai on the side look frozen. He actually forgot about the words of blaming the young man just now for his future husband, and pretended not to care and glanced at the person beside him, but he listened carefully.
Tang Bufeng said that after his father died, it was the people from the escort agency who forcibly restrained the already crazy child and trapped him in the house for nearly ten days before boiling over the child's anger and more than ten kilograms of meat. After drying up, I started trying to practice swordsmanship. Although the skills of the people in the escort agency are not difficult to match, at most they are just in a remote town, doing chores such as escorting carriages and tents all day long. Therefore, there is no need to say too much about the skill of the sword. It is thanks to Tang Bufeng In his early years, my father left a broken sword manual in the Escort Bureau. I could still see the sword moves clearly, but there were more than a dozen styles, which were difficult to understand.
Only then did I realize that I didn’t like to practice swordsmanship either. It’s just that when people are in this world, they always have to grasp something with their hands. Since they have no power or money, the only thing they can do is to seek justice for themselves and stab them through with the sword in their palms. Bandits and those high-ranking officials who allowed the bandits to act rampantly.
Most of the time, there is no need for reasons or hard persuasion. People always have short memories when they are alive. They are always heartbroken until they see the river, and they never cry until they see the coffin. But if one day you know that something must be done, even if you try your best, The remaining obsessions in his body will naturally regard this matter as something more important than life.
"How do you say that? I work my bones and starve my body. I think it makes sense. If you can eat and drink without worrying about warmth or cold, you don't necessarily have to work harder than those who don't do their best to survive. So Jianghu The people inside are often better at swordsmanship than the many princes and princes who have nothing to do, practice martial arts and ride horses. The reason is quite simple. One of them wants to save their lives and live longer, while the other just wants to be stronger physically. , or winning a fight with three or five friends, who is higher and which is lower, it is clear at a glance."
