"Just...is it over?"
Bai Song was confused, but Jian Shisan sat beside the flower bed.
Three swords?
Just those three sword moves that look like monkey tricks?
There are no coherent movements or formulas. Is this the end?
"Hey, can you be more serious about this matter of life and death?"
Bai Song was a little dissatisfied.
Jian Shisan explained: "There are not many moves that can match your internal strength. Three moves are enough. The worldly fancy moves are just a burden for you. I also said that with your current internal strength, you can only rely on your own perception." Only then can the true power of the moves be unleashed.”
"Enlightenment? How do you understand this?" Bai Song said and gestured several times with the movements of Jian Shisan just now, "That's it? Can you show off this move without making people laugh to death?"
"Strikes are dead, people are alive. Sudden real moves in the middle of feints, the changes are controlled by people. As long as you learn these three swords of virtual and real, you can freely adjust the real and fake swords. The changes can only be done when facing the enemy in front of the enemy." Got some insights.”
"Changes between reality and reality..." Bai Song was thoughtful. After listening to Jian Shisan's words, he vaguely felt that the three swords that had no characteristics just now became somewhat sophisticated again.
"You can only use feints now, but not real ones. As long as you learn the last sword among the three swords, you will have passed."
"In other words, what I need to do is learn how to release internal power through weapons?"
"That's right. We have different internal powers. How to make good use of your own potential can only be explored by yourself. What I have shown is just a feeling of luck. The rest is left to you to experience."
Bai Song thought for a while, maybe this is the so-called enlightenment, right?
Bai Song didn't think any more, he held a sword, imitated Jian Shisan's movements just now, and swung the sword again and again.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was more difficult than imagined to turn theory into practice overnight.
Bai Song wanted to practice martial arts many times, and today he finally had the opportunity to focus on his martial arts practice. At this time, he discovered that it was different from studying medicine in his previous life. There were no fixed routines or unchanging theories in martial arts, and progress in learning was very slow. With little success.
Bai Song was focused enough. In the blink of an eye, the sky turned white. The humidity before dawn made Bai Song feel sticky all over his body. After practicing all night, he couldn't find the so-called enlightenment. He condensed his true energy into the sword again and again. There are no results sent out from above.
"Forget it, no more practice."
Bai Song threw the sword away, looking a little frustrated. He felt that he really didn't have the talent for martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see any effect at all.
Qing'er and Jian Shisan stayed with Bai Song in the courtyard all night. Both of them looked at Bai Song blankly, feeling a little sudden.
Bai Song looked at the sky: "There is less than an hour before the duel. It seems that I can't learn that sword. Then I will proceed as I originally planned. Sword Thirteen will be holding the battle beside me in case of emergencies." , kill Prince Jieli directly."
"Wait a minute..." Jian Shisan, who has always been a man of few words, seemed to have something to say, "I won't take action today."
"..." Bai Song was stunned and didn't know what to say.
"Since it is a duel, it should be a fair competition. A man should do what he does and what he should not do. You have super strong internal power and you are not afraid of others if you make good use of it. In the duel, there are still others who use plotting methods. I, Sword Thirteen Luo can’t do it.”
After saying that, without even giving Bai Song a chance to speak, Jian Shisan raised his sword and jumped onto the roof, then disappeared.
Bai Song was stunned on the spot, the situation was beyond his expectation.
"Hey, what are you doing? Can you please stop playing tricks on me like this when life is at stake!" Bai Song shouted in the direction where Jian Shisan left, but there was no response.
Bai Song was a little panicked now, his face even changed a little, and he looked back at Qing'er.
Qing'er also frowned. She knew what Bai Song was thinking and immediately said, "Master, wait a moment, I'll go find him."
With that said, Qing'er turned around and chased out of the yard.
Bai Song was left alone in the courtyard. A gust of wind hit his face with a few dead leaves, making the scene look a bit depressed.
Look at the sword on the ground again, and then look at the sky.
Bai Song quickly cheered up and used the last little time to practice his sword!
This is no joke. Without Jian Shisan, Bai Song doesn't have any confidence. Learning that sword is more secure. Now he has to work very hard to improve his chances of winning.
Outside the hospital, by the big lake, workers were working day and night.
Jian Shisan stood under a tree by the lake, watching silently as these workers tried their best to carry the materials for building the new palace.
Qing'er chased not far away, and when she saw Jian Shisan, she stopped to breathe, took a rest, and then shouted: "Thirteen! Why are you doing this? When your life is at stake, you don't pay attention to the ethics of the world. when!"
Qing'er was a little angry. Jian Shisan didn't listen to Bai Song and just didn't give himself face. This made Qing'er feel very embarrassed.
Jian Shisan slowly walked up to Qing'er and bowed respectfully: "Miss, I can't help him in today's duel."
"Why?"
"I believe that he is that extraordinary person who may really be able to restore the Mo family to its former glory. Just because I began to believe in him, there are some things that he must prove himself.
It was just a small test to prove that my vision was correct. And he may become an unparalleled warrior in the future. Today is his first step into martial arts. If I help him, he will never be able to improve in the rest of his life. "
"You mean... Mr. Bai can only glimpse the essence of martial arts when he is on the edge of life and death?"
Jian Shisan nodded solemnly: "The Mo family is protecting him now, and he will have to protect the Mo family in the future. He has the internal power of virtualization in his body, which is an immeasurable wealth."
"But..." Qing'er frowned slightly, "Compared to what you expected, I... I just want him to be safe, and I don't care whether he can become a peerless master, so... please help me. Give him a handful!"
Jian Shisan was stunned. He was a person who rarely showed surprised expressions. Hearing the lady's words, Jian Shisan showed a hint of surprise: "Miss, are you really willing to see him become ordinary in the future?"
Qing'er nodded.
Jian Shisan took a deep breath: "Okay, I..."
Before Jian Shisan finished speaking, there was a sudden vibration on the wall behind him, and a wave of air penetrated the wall and rushed toward the two speakers. The wind was so strong that people could not open their eyes.
When it calmed down, the courtyard wall behind the two people collapsed suddenly, and the sky was filled with dust for a while, attracting a lot of attention.
And a joyful voice came from the small courtyard: "Hahaha... I learned it, I finally learned it!"
A smile actually appeared on Jian Shisan's cold face: "Miss, you see, this is the transformation that occurs when facing life and death."
…
A duel among Turks is a battle of life and death, and it is also a sacred ceremony.
The duel will not stop unless one party admits defeat or one party dies in battle.
Yesterday's duel appointment has spread throughout Furong Garden. Every Turkic tribe member has heard the news and has been waiting at the location of the duel early in the morning.
This is an open lawn. On the edge of Qujiangchi Lake, more than 2,000 Turks gather together. Even the main street of Quchifang on the other side of the lake can be clearly seen.
The people gathered around the lake and pointed, talking about what the Turks were plotting.
The hour has come, and amid the roar of cheers, the Jieli clan led their prince from the back of the crowd all the way onto the lawn.
This is not only Prince Jieli, but also the recognized first warrior among the Turks, who is invincible.
Although Prince Jieli did all kinds of evil, in the hearts of the Turks who advocated force, having the strongest title could cover up everything.
What's more important is that Prince Jieli is a pure Turk and a true steppe nation.
As for that Han, although there are legends about him circulating on the grasslands, he is still a Han. His legend only exists in the hearts of the Aji people. No Turk will truly believe in a Han, let alone anyone. , a Han can defeat the first Turkic warrior.
Although legend has it that he has defeated one...
A Turkic squad of a hundred people surrounded Bai Song and pushed through the crowd. Amidst bursts of boos, Bai Song arrived at the duel.
Bai Song held a sword, wore a wolf crown, and the Aji tribe's token hanging around his neck, with firm and powerful eyes.
"With the blessing of the moon god, the clan leader will surely return in triumph!"
"Blessed by the Moon God..."
"Blessed by the Moon God!"
The Aji warriors broke through the boos and prayed most devoutly at the last moment.
Qing'er took off the wolf crown from Bai Song and gave her a serious look: "Master, let them see Zhongyuan's sword!"
Bai Song nodded and strode towards the center of the crowd.
The two sides of the duel faced each other in the field. The two thousand spectators were excited and shouted loudly. Even the lake surface rippled.
"In today's battle, it doesn't matter life or death. The grudges of the past will be wiped out! If I lose, the lives of the entire Aji clan will be at risk!"
Prince Jieli smiled: "If I lose, the Jieli clan will be willing to be affiliated with the Aji clan and will always obey the orders of the Aji clan."
The two talked to confirm their bet.
A breeze came, and the maple leaves on the other side passed between the two of them. Bai Song drew his sword, and Jieli drew his sword. The swords collided, and there was a flash of fire.
This Prince Jieli was strong and strong, shaped like a mountain. When he struck with a blow, Bai Song felt that his opponent was as solid as a rock and extremely powerful. The force of the shock instantly sent him flying backwards, but he did a somersault in the air and hit the ground with both feet. One step at a time.
Bai Song looked at the scratches of grass under his feet. He had never thought that even a doctor of medicine could perform the difficult movements of a gymnast, and he felt a little more confident.
"Hahaha... What a good boy, he is very strong, he really has a lot of power!"
Prince Jieli's laughter came from the opposite side.
Bai Song estimated the distance between the two of them, which was only seven or eight meters apart. This distance was exactly the distance that the sword passed through the wall in the small courtyard.
Bai Song didn't want to waste time, so he calmed down and recalled the feeling of his sword. He immediately drew the sword across his chest and shouted: "Watch the move!"
Then there is the downward slash of Sword Thirteen!
The long sword swept the ground and cut off a piece of turf...
Prince Jieli was startled and hurriedly dodged sideways.
But nothing happened.
