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Book Title: Extraordinary (Swordsman)

Author: prophet

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he is a real gentleman

In his life, he deserves the magnanimous "Gentleman's Sword"

Unrestrained and unrestrained rebellious apprentice X cold and indifferent sword idiot master

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He stared at the ground, wandering, and suddenly murmured: "I also want to forget. Master, I just realized that there are so many beautiful scenery and so many mountains and rivers in this world after leaving Huashan. Without you, They are also beautiful. However, their beauty and magnificence make me unable to help but think, always thinking, if you are by my side, take a look, even if you and I are still the same as in the past, the respect of master and apprentice is better than It’s a hundred times better for me to be here alone.”

"Master, I can't help but smile when I see beauty, and I can't help but think of you, because you alone are the most beautiful things to me. I'm obsessed. I also want to forget, if I can forget..."

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Dedicated to the great so-and-so (￣▽￣)"

Minesweeper:

1 The title of this article.Another story

2 The author hereby solemnly declares: This book is a possible inference of a parallel world, and the archetypes of all the characters in Swordsman belong to Jin Da, and the author only enjoys the right of imagination.Swordsman is my favorite work of martial arts when I was young, so the ideas of gentleman, martial arts, morality, life, etc. that are incorporated into this book often come from my own thinking and a corner view.

3 Finally, the textual research party showed mercy

Content tags: strong and strong years, grievances and grievances, martial arts

Search keywords: Protagonist: Yue Buqun, Linghu Chong┃Supporting role: Zuo Lengchan, Dongfang Invincible┃Others: Master and apprentice

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When I opened my eyes in the morning, there was still a sense of trance.

Born at the foot of Mount Hua, I was orphaned when I was young, and my master raised me up with great pains, gave me a name, and gave me a new life.

Master is the most outstanding person among the previous generation of Huashan School Qizong disciples. He taught me martial arts since I was a child, and made me practice hard every day.After I was enlightened when I was young, I specially invited a wife for me.As a member of the martial arts, although I have no intention of obtaining fame, I do not want to disappoint Master's painstaking efforts and earnest expectations, and I also study the meaning of the book.Don't ask for extraordinary literary talent, just ask for thorough reasoning, and understand the basics of being a human being.However, although the master I invited was unknown, he was a stubborn Confucian student, and he instilled in me the way of a gentleman.Before he could completely teach me to be a young Confucian student, my master finally discovered it early by accident and sent him to a private school at the foot of Huashan Mountain.However, under the influence of my ears and eyes, I gradually developed a gentleman's demeanor when I grew up.

Before my master's generation, the Sword Sect of the Huashan School and the Qi Sect had many entanglements. As the master brother of the generation of Qi Sect disciples, I can also feel the tense atmosphere in the sect.In my last life, even though I didn't like idle books, I also knew about the disputes between Huashan School Sword Sect and Qi Sect and related to it, and the martial arts style composed.Although I knew in my heart that this kind of division would only seriously hurt Huashan's vitality, but my soft words could not change the narrow-mindedness of the stubborn masters and uncles.What's more, loyalty is the most important thing in martial arts, if I speak rashly, my master will regard me as disloyal, and I will be expelled from the school, and there will be no good end.I can't do anything, I can only watch the change of Huashan Sword Sect and Qizong, and then the Huashan School weakened, the older generation retreated, and the burden of Huashan School's door affairs fell on the shoulders of the leader of this generation of disciples.

For those who practice martial arts, the most important thing is to teach in the morning.Both master and uncle practiced in closed doors, and as a senior brother, I was responsible for supervising the martial arts practice of all the disciples.In the martial arts arena, I stood on a high place, with my hands behind my back, and my eyes wandered to inspect the disciples who were practicing in the arena.Those teenagers in the morning light were wearing neat gray short shirts, practicing a set of martial arts in a uniform pace, one move after another, and a low voice of "drink, drink" echoed in the small martial arts arena, which was very strange. clear.

Suddenly, a person ran up from behind the shadowy steps in the woods, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly towards the high platform: "Brother!"

I turned my head slightly when I heard the words, and saw a burly man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.He is my third junior brother, so he hastily came here to disturb the morning study, it must be something urgent.However, I am standing on the lecture table at the moment, and my words and deeds should not be frivolous.I frowned, and maintained my usual calm demeanor, and shouted to the field: "Practice martial arts carefully, don't let up!" For some reason, these words used internal strength, so that although they were not very loud, they could be clearly heard Gotta get to everyone's ears.

"Junior Brother Qingsong, when did you become so anxious?" I got off the high platform, walked to his side, and asked in a low voice.

The man scratched his head in embarrassment when he heard the words, the blush on his face from running all the way and panting had not disappeared, and he hurriedly said: "Brother, I went down the mountain with Junior Brother Ji to do some shopping today, and I happened to find it at the foot of Yunv Peak. A child fainted by the side of the road, and I brought him up the mountain, and Mr. Tomo treated him a little bit, only to find out that he fainted from hunger before."

When he said this, he couldn't help but sighed, with a somewhat unbearable look on his face.When I heard the words, I also sighed in my heart. I thought back to my childhood when my family suffered a tragedy. I had no father or mother. It was all because of the master’s kindness that I brought this child up the mountain.The third junior brother and I walked down the mountain road, and heard him continue: "It's just the child's specific arrangement, but I still have to ask senior brother to make a decision."

As soon as I heard it, I knew that he had brought people back to Yunvfeng.Huashan encountered a catastrophe this time, just when the wind was turbulent, and they rashly brought a child of unknown origin to Huashan, but it was a taboo.I couldn't help showing a little helpless look on my face, and said: "Why are you acting so recklessly. Where is that child, take me to see."

Blame belongs to blame, but in my heart I decided to leave the matter behind.Similar to Master, I have a clear distinction between closeness and estrangement, but in private, I protect my weaknesses tightly. Although the third junior brother is detached from others, he has always had a sincere friendship with me, and is much closer than others.Although it can't be said that they are brothers and sisters, they are worth my protection.If the matter is not important, I am determined to cover it up.

Qingsong gave a dry cough in embarrassment, and led the way ahead.Follow him from a peak where the martial arts arena is located, through trees and strange rocks along the way.Birds were chirping in the mountains, which seemed a bit quiet.

As I walked, I asked, "Is the child awake?"

Qingsong replied: "I just woke up before I came, and I'm probably eating now."

"If you let the master know, you will inevitably be reprimanded." All the masters of the Qizong are extremely rigid, and they follow the rules of the mountain gate on weekdays. But I also refused to change after repeated admonitions, and I couldn't help feeling a little headache.

Sure enough, Qingsong hurriedly cupped his hands and said with a sneering smile: "I have to let the senior brother take care of me."

He entered the school later than me, although he is older than me, but the Huashan School has strict rules, but he wants to call me senior brother.

The two of us walked slowly, and in a blink of an eye, we arrived at a relatively gentle building complex, where the main mountain gate of the Huashan School is located.Under the guidance of Junior Brother Qingsong, I arrived at a simple wooden house. After entering the door, there was a simple living room.When I entered the door and looked up, there was already a young man sitting by the bed with a small body lying on the bed.When I got closer, I realized that the child was about four or five years old, with delicate features, and although his face was slightly pale, he was quite cute.I thought to myself: "It's no wonder the two juniors rescued him."

"Senior Brother!" Seeing me coming, the young man quickly stood up, clasped his fists and saluted, "I've met you, Senior Brother."

I nodded back to him and said, "Junior Brother Ji." I turned my head to look at the boy who got up and leaned against the foot of the bed, secretly looking at me.

The boy seemed to know that I could decide his fate, and shrank back in fear.

"What's your name?" I asked softly.

"My name is Linghu," the boy whispered, "Linghu Xiao."

My eyebrows twitched, and I was silent for a while, but my heart was filled with turbulent waves.Ever since I was named by Master, I knew that this day would come.Although I don't know whether the real name of the child in front of me is "Linghu Xiao" or "Linghu Xiao", but this surname is too special.Just like his name, it has the color of fate.I lowered my head to meet his eyes, only to find that those brown pupils were pure.

Still a naive teenager.

I opened my mouth and said: "Chongqi thought it was peace, today you will change your name to Linghu Chong, and the name Linghu Xiao will no longer exist from now on. Would you like to learn martial arts under my Huashan sect?"

Linghu Chong nodded half understanding.

"Forget it," I sighed, "You can worship under me. I have not accepted disciples, and you are my No. 14 disciple of Huashan."

I saw him looking at me with brown clear eyes, and I vaguely knew that he was probably a precocious child.Sure enough, he called out in a childish voice: "Master."

Qingsong and Ji Qian looked at each other in surprise, probably because I didn't expect that I would suddenly accept a disciple.The impression I have in the eyes of everyone is that I have always been stable to a bit serious, and I would definitely not do such a hasty thing on weekdays.But if you think about it again, this is indeed the best solution.After all, all the masters and uncles of the Qizong are in seclusion, unable to accept disciples, and if such a child is left unattended, they are also afraid of embarrassing status, and they cannot justify it in their hearts.Among the thirteen generations of disciples, I have the qualifications to be a disciple after being crowned. If I teach a disciple, my martial arts and ability should be no problem.

Therefore, I didn't say anything to explain the doubts of the two of you, but I just nodded in satisfaction and said: "You stay here to raise your body, and after that, you will perform the ceremony of apprenticeship and move to the courtyard where I live. How many years have you How old? Can you read and write?"

Linghu Chong said: "Five years old. I only know a few words."

I pondered for a while, the disciples on Mount Hua, whether they are outer disciples or direct disciples, the youngest is fifteen or sixteen years old.With a little thought in my heart, I made a plan and said: "In this way, you will live in the empty room in the East Wing of 'Something Not for You'. I will be in charge of your literature class, and other matters will be discussed later. That's right."

"What not to do" was the name chosen by the teacher who taught me when I moved out of the master's courtyard at the age of 14. It was taken from the gentleman's "do something and not to do". After a commemoration, it has not been changed.

The boy nodded again, and said obediently: "Yes, Master."

I gave Ji Qian some instructions, then turned around with Junior Brother Qingsong, left the room, and walked back to the mountain.Along the way, I saw that although his face was full of joy, there was also a hint of doubt that he wanted to say but didn't dare to say, so I asked him immediately: "Junior Brother, why do you wonder why I took him in as an apprentice?"

Qing Song nodded, then hurriedly shook his head and said, "This is the senior brother's own business."

I sighed in my heart, staring at the beautiful and steep peak of Huashan Mountain, said: "Our school has gone through the battle of qi and sword, and its strength is not as good as before. But among the thirteen generations of disciples, how many can do it?" character coming?"

I saw his eyes slightly open, and without waiting for his answer, I waved my hands and said, "Although I have wandered around the foot of the mountain and won the nickname 'Gentlemen's Sword', after all, it is because the people in the Jianghu see me for the sake of the Huashan faction. The great love for taking care of me. However, if I, Huashan, don’t want to collapse, this rejuvenation requires everyone to work together.”

"The so-called fire of inheritance, the most important thing in a sect is the disciples who inherit it."

I turned my head and caught a glimpse of his blank expression, and I knew that Qingsong could understand this, so I could only take back the faint feeling in my heart.I'm not a utilitarian temperament, not to mention that after life and death, my heart has become weaker.However, since he had accepted the master's entrustment and took over the heavy burden of the sect, he had no choice but to devote all his energy and energy to contemplation so that the Huashan sect could continue to survive and even flourish in the Jianghu.

In front of me was the scenery of Mount Hua, but something else seemed to emerge gradually: "Linghu...it really is destiny..."

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I don't like Linghu Chong very much.

If it is purely in terms of characters, it is difficult to say what kind of attitude I have towards Linghu Chong, maybe it is admiration.Come to think of it, anyone would be in admiration for the courage and wantonness of that kind of "Swordsman".However, now that I am Yue Buqun, no matter how I look at it, it is impossible for me to like such a person who was brought up by me since childhood, loves him like a father and son, but in the future will deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, and betray himself. Linghu Chong, who was single-handedly raised.

But after all, I am not that "Yue Buqun", and Linghu Chong is not that "Linghu Chong".Therefore, I will not do anything wrong to Linghu Chong, after all, Linghu Chong is still a child at this moment.Although it is said that the world is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Due to the existing concerns, I can't get close to this child without any gaps, but I can't ignore my duty as a master.If everything in the future still cannot escape the fate and happens as usual, I will give up my identity as the head of Huashan and go back to the fields, which is not impossible.

At this moment, looking at Linghu Chong, who is in the courtyard with a strict eye, earnestly performing a basic move, my mind is heavy under the shadow of the tree, and the expression on my face is unpredictable.

After half an hour, Linghu Chong was sweating profusely, and he had used up a set of body training formulas.Just now I said: "Go wash up, and after having breakfast with me, go to the martial arts arena."

He quickly responded and went back to the room.

Now every morning, Linghu Chong will first practice the body strengthening formula that I specially prepared for him, and then, after returning from the martial arts field, I will have breakfast, and then I will teach him two hours of Chinese writing and hyphenation.For the rest of the time, I also let him come and go freely in the Huashan faction without restraint.But when he first came to Huashan, he was a little shy of strangers. He often followed me every step of the way, and I didn't drive him away.

An hour later, Linghu Chong and I came to the judgment seat of the martial arts arena. He stood beside me, with his eyes wide open, watching the situation in the martial arts arena.This is an open space opened up according to the mountain shape. After several generations of repairs, it has become an indoor venue.There are many utensils placed in one corner of the field.The ground is covered with a whole piece of bluestone picked from the top of Huashan Mountain by the seniors in the door. It has been used for hundreds of years and is extremely hard and firm.

In the arena, two young figures were competing with each other, and the sound of "Ping Ping Ping Pong" was heard from time to time, and the back and forth moves were dazzling.Everyone watched intently, occasionally applauding, or feeling sorry.

I inadvertently glanced at Linghu Chong's fascinated expression.A young boy like him certainly doesn't understand the subtleties of those martial arts, he just thinks it looks extraordinarily good-looking and the atmosphere is exciting, so his eyes are full of admiration.I brought him here for this purpose. I hope that Nasi's desire and love for martial arts can take root in his heart without knowing it.It also prevents him from being trapped by love when he is old, and wandering in the world.

After an incense stick of time, the two players in the field decided the winner.I nodded, still using my internal strength and said: "Zhang Xizheng, win." The man immediately put away the sword on the opponent's neck, and walked off the field in joy.Then, without breaking the etiquette, he hurriedly bowed to everyone, and lost the competition with the other, while the somewhat dejected junior retreated.

"Next game." I said lightly.The voice reverberated in the martial arts arena, everyone could hear it clearly, and two more people jumped onto the stage, saluted to this side one after another, and just started the martial arts competition.

Today is Huashan's monthly contest.This practice has existed since the establishment of Huashan sect, but it has been slack after a few generations. It was even worse in my master's generation, and the martial arts competition was useless.I have been walking down the mountain for the past few years, but I have seen countless fledgling juniors from famous families who have suffered a lot because of their lack of experience. Knowing the benefits of learning from each other, they asked the master who is the head of the sect to fight against the crowd after returning to the mountain Proposal to revive it.Although I can't do big things to change the fate of Men Zuo, I can still do these small things.

Back then, the master sighed, stared at me for a long time, and finally agreed.

Only later did I know that the struggle between Jianzong and Qizong had reached a critical juncture at that time, and any slight disturbance would lead to a fierce confrontation.Master was distracted on purpose and wasted a lot of energy for me.Although everyone knows that such a reorganization of the martial arts competition is beneficial for the long term, it can not only prevent the disciples from becoming embroidered pillows, but also correct the mistakes in martial arts in time.It's just that what I proposed was not the right time after all, and it caused Master to bear countless pressures that I couldn't imagine.Every time I think about it, my heart is filled with gratitude and guilt.

One morning passed, and three out of ten of them finished. Some of them won the game very quickly, and some of them fought protracted battles.For a child to watch such a scene, it may be novel for the first time, but it will be boring later.I know that Linghu Chong's intelligence is different from ordinary people, but after a long time, the boy's body is tired, and the tiredness on his face can't be restrained anymore.But because I was sitting upright, he didn't dare to say the words to retreat before telling everyone to rest.

Although most of my thoughts were on the field, I also had a small half on Linghu Chong. I thought he would speak softly to me for help, but unexpectedly he didn't say anything, and I couldn't help being dazed.Linghu Chong's appearance suddenly reminded me of his tragically abandoned life experience. He obviously met the precocity and understanding I required, but it still touched me slightly.For the first time, I felt a little bit ashamed and distressed at the usual indifferent behavior towards him.

Master, master, master and father.After all, Linghu Chong is young, I am so strict but I am a little disappointed in this word, I treat him too much.

I quietly stretched out my hand and exercised my internal strength, and he sat down on my body in a daze, and fell asleep quietly.

Around noon, I suddenly felt the person sitting in my arms move, and I knew he was awake.It's just that after he woke up, he looked at me in a daze, his eyes flickering, as if he was in doubt.

I patted him on the back lightly, signaling him not to be in a daze, and looked at the field.Without changing my face, I let him sit in my arms, and said to the field: "Very good, He Quan's 'You Feng Lai Yi' is wonderful. This round He Quan won!"

He looked up obediently.

A man in his thirties saluted, and said in a warm voice, "Brother, I'm overwhelmed." He Quan has bright eyebrows, a tall figure, and looks quite dignified.Among the thirteenth generation disciples of the Huashan School, his martial arts can be considered among the best.It's a pity that he can't really get the true inheritance of the Huashan School if he takes a teacher to learn the art, and he uses mostly family-inherited exercises.

I nodded to him, and said to more than ten people in the field: "This is the end of the competition in the morning. After the juniors have eaten, we will continue in the afternoon."

Everyone saluted and retreated.I looked down at Linghu Chong and asked, "Are you hungry?"

After figuring out that Linghu Chong is still a naive child, I let go of the knot in my heart and didn't speak harshly to him, nor did I mention that he fell asleep while watching martial arts, but asked with the same expression as before.Seeing the surprised look on his face, I blurted out: "Master, I'm not hungry." But as soon as the words came out, there was a slight sound in Linghu Chong's stomach, and I couldn't help laughing.

I didn't blame him for being inconsistent, but instead said: "Come down, let's have dinner."

In such an embarrassing situation, Linghu Chong's face was already flushed with shame, his pink and jade-carved face was like a boy in a painting, so cute.He raised his head and glanced at me quietly, his eyes dodged a little, but his behavior was different from usual, and he was stunned, and he seemed a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because I was in a good mood, so I rarely said a few words: "What are you looking at?"

He said: "Master's smile is so beautiful."

"Slippery!" I scolded in a low voice, but I didn't put on a straight face. Instead, I led him outside with a relaxed look.

Linghu Chong held my big hand, his expression was full of agility and cunning, and he muttered as he walked, "It's obviously like this."

I couldn't help but feel slightly amused, thinking that Linghu Chong's glib tongue was born in childhood, but once I think of him growing up... I can't help but stop smiling.

Things after growing up have always been like a huge rock, weighing heavily on my heart.I know that he betrayed Huashan by deceiving his master and exterminating his ancestors, although that "Yue Buqun" is also one of the culprits, and the Linghu Chong in the story is reasonable, after all, I don't like it.Even in the previous life, I would only talk to such a person and not make a deep friendship.This has nothing to do with reason, just emotional likes and dislikes.

Well, if you want to change it, you can change it, otherwise let nature take its course.

Thinking like this, but I forgot to let go, and led Linghu Chong all the way back to the Xuanzhong.I have a temperament that is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but few people can get into my heart. I never thought that Linghu Chong would make me a rare exception, and I would develop a trace of other concerns, hoping to change his future.Or maybe, the appearance of Linghu Chong just told me that there is no preordained future in this world.Anyway, there is a rare desire in my heart, which is the desire to enter the world and change, and it is also the expectation that arises quietly.

The author has something to say: grit your teeth and persevere no matter how difficult it is

Section Three

The monthly contest is coming to an end soon, and when it's my turn, it's almost evening.I entered the field with a sword in my hand, started with "Baiyun Chuxiu", and then got up quickly with a quick strike.Although the opponent is not weak, but the support was only for a moment, I placed the sword next to his neck, and immediately heard the applause from everyone around.

Standing in the arena, I subconsciously looked at Linghu Chong, and saw him stand up nervously from his seat, his eyes wide open, his lips biting tightly, his mind seemed to be captured by the sword light, and his face showed great admiration and fascination admire.

I have seen this look many times, and almost every person in the rivers and lakes can't help showing more or less admiration and admiration when they first see me with a sword.

It has been 20 years since I was reincarnated. Ever since I knew what kind of world this is, I understand that I can no longer hold certain concepts of peaceful times. Even if I don’t like it in my heart, I must adapt to it.During the past few years of walking in the rivers and lakes, my sword was also stained with blood.I don't want to kill indiscriminately, but disputes are inevitable in the world, how can I stay out of it.Fortunately, I am proficient in swordsmanship, and I try to be as quick and simple as possible while protecting myself, which saves many unnecessary troubles, and because I follow the way of a gentleman in dealing with things, I have won the title of "Gentleman's Sword" over time.

One way of the sword, one way of a gentleman.Righteousness and sincerity.I have been practicing swords since I was seven years old and have entered the door of kendo for more than ten years. I can't tell whether it is because of deep-rooted habits or sincere love.The master always sighed that I was born for the sword, and feared that I would become obsessed with swordsmanship in the future, and would become more and more cold and disliked by others, so I invited a master to teach me how to behave in the world.But because of my personality, Master imitated his sect and accepted some unnamed disciples in the first place in Huashan, so as to increase his popularity. This also became the reason for Jianzong to suppress Master when Jianzong and Qizong fought against each other. one.

"Eldest senior brother!" Everyone still bowed to me and then left to experience the essence of what they saw in today's martial arts competition.

I put the sword back into the scabbard by my side and walked towards Linghu Chong.Although the Huashan School is ranked according to the time when I started, but I was able to be called "big brother" by virtue of my weak age. Apart from the school rules, there are also reasons for my personal martial arts.Whoever has high martial arts skills will be respected by others, and this is generally the case in the martial arts world.

I saw that Linghu Chong's eyes were shining brightly looking at me, his appearance was cute, and he seemed about to say something, so I couldn't help asking: "Chong'er, what's the matter with you?"

He resolutely said: "Master, I want to learn sword."

"Learning swordsmanship? Learning swordsmanship is not an easy task. You need to work hard." Although I vaguely remembered that Linghu Chong had acquired the advanced sword skills of "Dugu Nine Swords" later on, his talent must be outstanding, but But he still beat him with words to prevent him from being a child, so he gave up halfway.

Linghu Chong followed me out of the arena, while slowly stretching out his hand to grab my sleeve, I subconsciously stretched out my hand and backhanded him tightly.

His eyes were burning: "I will live up to Master's expectations, I beg Master to teach me." He shook my hand vigorously, his clear brown eyes were full of stubbornness.

It's the first time I've seen him behave like this, and he doesn't even have a shy look, it's a bit novel at the moment.But today I brought him here, originally I meant to introduce him to the door, so I just agreed to it.When the two of us climbed to the platform of Yunv Peak, we happened to see the sky full of sunset glow, and the luxuriant forests were overshadowed, setting off the magnificence of the vast sky.Witnessing such a magnificent scene made me feel refreshed for a while, and I couldn't help but let out a long howl, as if it was rare to be at ease in this world.

The inner strength I have learned is the most profound "Zixia Gong" of the Qi School, but it was just taught to me by the master before the retreat, and the time of practice is still short.Although I am making rapid progress, I am still not as good as those famous people in the world, but my lightness kung fu of flying over the roof and walking over the wall is no longer a problem.Immediately, he picked up Linghu Chong, nodded slightly, and hurried towards the extremely familiar and steep Huashan Mountain.

The first thing I taught Linghu Chong was not the sword technique, but the simple nature of the sword.Because he was young and his body was not fixed, he could not practice techniques yet, nor did he have enough strength to wield the iron or steel swords commonly used in the Jianghu.I took a piece of century-old mahogany wood for him from the back mountain, and carved a light mahogany sword myself according to the shape of my saber, for him to figure out how to hold the sword.

The Huashan School was originally the leader of the Five Sacred Sword School, and its attainments in the way of swords are naturally the best in the world.Although the Sword Sect of the sect has lost its power, I don't have those pedantic sect views, and I must pay attention to Qi as the most important thing and blindly reject techniques.However, the lesson of the past and the teacher of the future, whoever wants to cultivate the sword, must first cultivate the nature of the sword.People in Jianghu don't understand this truth, the sword they use often has only the appearance of the technique, but not the heart of the sword.

These are what Master said to me in the past, and I firmly remember them in my heart, not daring to forget them in the slightest.

"The nature of this sword cannot be taught by a teacher. How much you have realized can only be your own creation." I told Linghu Chong who took the wooden sword with both hands.

He nodded, with a trace of piety faintly showing on his tense little face.

"I will live up to Master's expectations." He said in a low voice.I was slightly taken aback, time flies, and the scene of my master's precepts and deeds in the past is vaguely by my side, and my answer at that time was exactly the same few words.It's just that the years have passed and the roles have changed, and I have become a teacher.All of a sudden, I only felt complicated feelings rushing to my heart, which took my breath away.I opened my mouth slightly, as if I wanted to express something, but in the end, I just nodded slightly like Master at that time.

A few months passed in the blink of an eye, and I was secretly surprised by Linghu Chong's intelligence and sensitivity, but there were still few words of praise in words, for fear of indulging his proud character.It's just that Linghu Chong almost has a photographic memory and understands by analogy, which made me secretly admire.This talent is the most unspeakable.God gave him such a good root and intelligence, but also gave him the cruel fate of losing his parents since childhood.Maybe a peck and a drink, it's God's will.

Because his temperament is different from mine, he is lively and doesn't like to be quiet, so I didn't teach him the Four Books and Five Classics. I just learned some history books after he had learned the commonly used and slightly obscure characters, and let him search for them in the study room by himself. View from the book.The original teaching time in the afternoon has also become the essence of kendo that I explained to him for half an hour.

During the day, after I personally arrange the literary class, he will go all over Huashan.I don't restrict him either, just deal with other matters on his own.It wasn't until by chance that I discovered that he was holding the wooden sword when he fell asleep, and I didn't know that he actually regarded my saying "One who understands the nature of the sword to be a beginner" as a standard, and he never left the sword every day.

I couldn't laugh or cry, watching his immature face gradually turn red in my smiling eyes, as if he was about to bleed, I couldn't help showing a slight smile, patted his head and said: "Don't be impatient, Fan When learning martial arts, you should sharpen your mind, and you will learn slowly. When you have achieved something, I will give you a precious sharp weapon as a teacher."

He raised his head and held my sleeve tightly: "I want this wooden sword."

I was startled: "Wooden sword? Why do you keep it?"

He said stubbornly: "I don't care. I will keep Master's sword and use it to meet the enemy in the future." His eyes gradually lit up, like stars, very charming: "How can those mortal irons be worth this wooden sword? Besides, the Dugu Sword Master also uses flowers and trees as his sword. I heard that no sword wins with a sword, and no move wins with a move. In the future—in the future, it will be enough for me to use it..."

My face darkened: "Where did you hear these words?" What is the sword without a sword, and the victory without a move? These incisive words of swordsmanship seem to be beyond the words of a beginner, let alone from a It came out of the mouth of a young child who was not as good as the general horn.

Now is the time for Linghu Chong to lay the foundation. The most important thing is that the so-called nine-story platform begins with the accumulation of soil.If he had been so unrealistic since he was a child and had been so ambitious that it was difficult to concentrate on the moment, I'm afraid it would have ruined his talent in the end.Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed in my heart, and I frowned slightly.

Linghu Chong was a little dazed and panicked: "A few days ago when I was in the back mountain, I met a person who told me. At that time, he saw me sitting on the ground watching the sword for a long time, so he told me the story of Dugu Sword Master. I see him The explanation is very lively and interesting, although it is not as good as Master's, but it is also very reasonable, so I will write it down."

After he spoke, his voice lowered, his head lowered, and he quietly looked at me from the corner of his eyes, with a frightened and acknowledging appearance.

My heart skipped a beat.The back mountain is where the masters and uncles are retreating, and there will be no disciples walking around on weekdays.Most likely, Linghu Chong met a senior martial uncle or senior martial uncle, secretly seeing him understand the sword, so he gave advice.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and my face softened a little.Although I am not a fledgling young person, after all, I have only been in the world for a few years, and my qualifications are still inexperienced. I am not as clear about legendary figures like Dugu Qiubai as those of the older generation.It's just that "there is no sword to win with the sword, and there is no move to win with the move"...The essence of these swordsmanship, just hearing it makes people admire. I don't know what kind of demeanor that Dugu Qiubai fought all over the world and was respected as the sword master in the past. .

"It's nothing, I'm afraid you're too ambitious as a teacher." Seeing that it wasn't someone with ulterior motives, I let go of my heart and patted Linghu Chong's head who was still in a daze to comfort me.

He sat on my lap, leaned his head against my arms, and said softly: "No." On that ruddy and delicate face, his eyes were slightly squinted, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he was enjoying it. Such intimacy.Linghu Chong seems to like being close to people, but he doesn't seem to be clinging to that junior brother on weekdays, but Qingsong and Ji Qian would occasionally complain to me, saying that this kid is clever and surprisingly naughty, he is used to knowing people's winks. She's cute in front of me, but how weird is she in front of other people.It is only when facing me alone that I dare not use those small tricks.I just joked about it for a while, and teased them to care about their nephew and nephew, for no reason to fall into the uncle's style.Looking at it now, Linghu Chong was obviously very well-behaved and sensible, so how could he be so mischievous as they said?

I suddenly remembered something: "Chong'er, that man in the back mountain, did you ever say what his name is?"

Linghu Chong didn't raise his head, closed his eyes and let me caress his hair gently: "Master, he never told me. Oh, I remember before he left, he said something inexplicably, it seems to be something... There are trees in the mountains... ..."

I was stunned, and my mind turned. There are trees in mountains, but trees have branches?This is the song of "The Songs of Chu". In my memory, none of the uncles and uncles had the slightest connection with this poem, and I have never heard that the uncle liked the Songs of Chu.It's just that in the back mountain, besides the uncles and uncles, who else would appear in that place?

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Shanyoumuxi is a trap (someone can’t see it, let me complain: did you make it, you poked my text as a Chinese paper, and you still have to force yourself to settle in, which makes me feel like a pear mountain (￣▽￣)" )

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