[Pirates] Push Shanks' 108 Form

Two weeks later, the Reid sailed to an uninhabited island and stopped to rest.

Ever since Pan Mi knocked down hundreds of pirate hunters on Gumeng Island by herself, she has attracted Philip's frantic requests for advice.

Pan Mi was too disturbed. When she was eating, she had to avoid the point of the knife coming from behind, when she was washing, she had to guard against the cold light at the corner of the corridor, and even when she was washing the dishes, she had to be careful of a rash figure jumping from the ceiling.

It takes a lot of effort to keep the color always on, okay?

"clang--"

Holding a fruit knife, Pan Mi helplessly blocked a blow from Feili's dazzling swordsmanship.

She is definitely not copying Hawkeye, and she is not a swordsman at all, but most pirates have no idea how wonderful the world of the knowledgeable is.

Reflected in the deep blue silence in her pupils, a red villain leaped up from behind countless black shadows, stabbing obliquely with a sword in her left hand, all she had to do was take a step back, and lifted the knife slowly, Then wait for the real action to overlap with the red phantom instantly.

Therefore, no matter how fast Feili moves and how extravagantly the sword flower is pulled, it is still a fake move. The real swordsmanship is not very good. Although Pan Mi's movements are not as fast as his, they are always just right as if they can meet the future. Block him, and this combat practice looks more like two actors filming a TV series after martial arts instruction.

"Why? I'm already moving very fast—" Feili sat on the grass depressed, "It didn't work at all."

"What's the use of being quick? If you don't have good swordsmanship, you'll be seen through even if you're quick, right?" Pan Mi said.

"But the boss's sword moves seem to be easy to see through."

Child you are still too young.

Pan Miyu patted him on the head earnestly, and her tone was filled with a kind of sympathetic sadness, "You just saw through, what can you do with him?"

Pan Mi recalled the few times when Hong made a move, there was no fancy move, the move was simple and straightforward, but even the simplest downward chop contained the power of thunder, even if you could see his move clearly , and clearly understand the path of this blow, but......

"Can you stop you?"

"But my sword move..."

"Sword move, sword move, sword move, haven't you heard the saying 'As long as there is a move, there must be a flaw'?"

Philly looked at her dumbfounded.

Pan Mi was in a rare mood, and the classic quotations from the martial arts novels she had read faintly floated in her mind, gushing out like a Baotu Spring. She sat beside him, planning to give a lesson, "You know what? The sword has three realms."

"One is that there is a sword in the hand, and there is a sword in the heart; the second is that there is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart; the third is that there is no sword in the hand, and there is no sword in the heart."

With the posture of a peerless expert who sees through the world of mortals, she slowly shook her head, "Now you, even if you have practiced all your sword moves so proficiently that you beat like a slug, you still have a sword in your hand, but you don't have a sword in your heart."

"So you have to comprehend the meaning of the sword, don't stick to the sword move. When you step into the realm of having a sword in your heart, it doesn't matter if you forget all the sword moves. The more clean you forget, the less you are bound by the sword technique. If there is no regulation, it will be achieved 'no tricks to win but tricks'."

Feili opened his eyes wide, sat up straight, and looked humbly asking for advice, "So, you mean that the boss's sword moves look simple, but in fact there are no moves to win?"

"That's right!"

Pan. Life mentor. Mi nodded seriously. She is not a swordsman herself, and she doesn't know whether the red-haired swordsmanship is a certain level or cheating with domineering aura, but her expression is so sure that it makes people have to convince.

Pan Mi continued to brainwash him: "As for not having a sword in your hand, you have a sword in your heart. To put it simply, it is the unity of man and sword. As long as his person is still there, falling flowers and leaves, and everything in the world can be his sword. A form of fighting against the enemy in martial arts, whether it cuts iron like mud or is unbearable, it is a foreign object, even if it is empty-handed, it still has a sword."

"There is no move to win with a move, that is, no sword to win with a sword, so that the opponent has no moves to break and no sword to strike. This is the realm of a great swordsman..."

"But the highest state of kendo should be no sword in hand, no sword in heart, no sword means no killing in mind, the world's 'least killing' kendo has the power of 'most killing', killing means not killing, not killing To kill is to kill, to kill or not to kill, in a single thought, there is no need to be attached."

Pan Mi was eloquent, with a compassionate expression on her face, "You must know that all people have no self, gods and men have no merit, and saints have no name. This is also the state of life. Free and easy between heaven and earth..."

Philip's eyes widened when he heard that.

This set of statements by Pan Mi is extremely provocative. He almost throws himself to the ground and regards Pan Mi as a life-saving straw on the road of swordsmanship. The highest level."

Pan Mi mercifully pointed out a clear path for him: "Find a real opponent, but not too much stronger than you. The partners on the ship will leave room for attack, and must be summed up step by step in a real murderous actual combat. Perfect your swordsmanship, and when your sword can easily cut through steel, you have reached the threshold of the first realm."

By that time, it is estimated that the armed color has almost been inspired.

With armed color, one force will drop ten times.

Feli's blood boiled because of being fooled by Pan Mi, and he wished he could grab a sword and rush out to fight recklessly. . . . .By the way, he happened to have a sword in his hand now, so Feili rushed out, planning to apply for a small boat with the deputy captain to go to the nearby pirates to practice.

Pan Mi let out a long sigh of relief, and finally coaxed her away.

As soon as he lay back comfortably, he heard a restrained and indifferent voice: "So, where is your sword?"

"I don't have a sword..." Pan Mi turned around and replied strangely.

Nima,

With a fancy and flamboyant feather hat, sharp golden eyes, and two strange beards, she no longer needed to look down at the clothes, and she didn't need to check whether the man was carrying a cross-shaped black knife behind him.

This product is definitely Mihawk! !

Why is he here?

Oh, it doesn't matter, it must be a person who is too lonely to find red hair to play with.

By the way, what did he ask just now?

her sword?

How did she answer?

she has no sword...

Going back to a few minutes ago, she used Mr. Jin Yong's idea to brainwash Feili...

"Oh, is it the third realm?" Mihawk, who was rumored to be paralyzed all the year round, actually showed a chuckle, and slowly pulled out the famous black sword Yato from his back.

Pan Mi was dumbfounded: ...

"With such ideological awareness, he must have accomplished a lot." He commented, "There is such a newcomer on the red-haired boat."

"Hey, Hawkeye!!" Another voice came from a distance, but it came behind Mihawk in the blink of an eye, and the red-haired dissatisfied said: "Don't scare my Xiaobai, come to me if you want a duel."

"I'm not interested in fighting with you now." Hawkeye said in a deep voice unceremoniously, "You have already let me down."

"Xiaobai doesn't use a sword," the red-haired smiled and embraced his shoulders from behind, "When you give him a sword in the chest, he will have a sword in his heart instead of a sword in his hand."

Pan Mi: ...

"He hides his strength." Mihawk said calmly.

"Xiaobai is still very strong, and he has read a lot, right?"

"That's right, that's right... that's it," the redhead had already passed the steps considerately, and Pan Mi hurried down the slope, "I also read it from the book, and I usually use the fruit ability to fight."

This is the truth, the truth.

"What book?" Mihawk stared at Pan Mi's face with eagle-like eyes.

Pan Mi told the truth honestly: "Swordsman, Legend of Condor Heroes, Legend of Lu Xiaofeng, Legend of Seven Heroes, Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit..."

Hawkeye: ...

"It's really from a book," Pan Mi looked at him innocently, "Well, let me tell you something else, 'Once upon a time, there was a person who admired the world's top powerhouses, so he imitated Huang Huang. The expression of the ape, learning the walking posture of Tian Yasha, and shouting the mantra of White Beard when he met everyone, and then he died.’ Well, this is what I think.”

Mihawk: ……………

Shanks: ……………

Mihawk put the sword back into the scabbard on his back, and snorted coldly at Shanks, like a mockery.

The two watched Hawkeye's back.

"Xiaobai," the redhead slapped his forehead, and said very bitterly, "Now Hawkeye won't come to me for a few years."

"Boss, for the sake of your friendship, let Hawkeye cut me off." Pan Mi said quietly, "Haven't you been thinking about his takoyaki for a long time?"