This sentence shocked Ling Hanzhong far more than he imagined.
Ling Hanzhong is not a swordsman, never has been.
The sword cuts the four characters of Qingtian, and it is more to describe his means. Swordsmanship is not his master at all.
In his bones, he can't even be regarded as a martial artist. For him, martial arts and swordsmanship are just tools. Just the tools you need to get there. If you don't rely on martial arts, you can't use poisonous scheming, and his weapons are much more than the world's martial artists. Ling Hanzhong never thought that kendo would be his only pursuit in this life. He practiced swords for fame and fortune, which he had already thought clearly when he was ten years old.
So he couldn't understand it at all.
The brothers and sisters have been sweating and their muscles are sore. After they have made great progress, what is the unsatisfied thirst floating in their eyes? But what is the excitement of not being able to sleep all day and night after hearing that you can learn a new swordsmanship? Encountered with an unmatched enemy, what is it like to be excited all over the body
Ling Hanzhong could not understand these 'abnormalities' since he was a child. For him, practicing swordsmanship is nothing but a means of gaining profits. These people have practiced the sword for a lifetime, but they are still unknown in Lushan Mountain, and they have no reputation in the arena. Even wearing sackcloth and sloppy food, no matter how they think about it, they have problems with their brains.
Everything here makes him feel very unpleasant.
Until he became the head, he began to drasticly transform the Lushan Sword View and create a sect of his own. To this end, he worked hard and did his best. He does not practice swordsmanship or kung fu, he tries his best to pack out the masters in the door in various ways, and enjoys a great reputation in the arena. After repeated calculations and rapid expansion, Lushan Jianguan occupies Changzhou. These things have consumed his energy almost all his life, but he has done it with great joy.
He was so busy that he didn't even agree to the invitation from Sword Immortal Caolu. The most amazing thing is that the speed with which he refused back then was staggeringly fast. He never took 'for a set of swordsmanship, or a set of martial arts, it takes decades to hid in the mountains to practice' as a serious issue. The fact itself was full of absurdity to him.
Instead of spending more than 20 years doing something like that, it's better to think about how to capture the nearby sects. This is his job for him.
During his ten years in office, he has done countless things that changed the view of the sword on Mount Lu. But now I suddenly found out that the Mount Lujian Temple is still the same one. It was still the same Lushan sword view that he could not read, understand, or think, and when he was a little distracted when he was walking, his uncle would pick up a stick and beat him.
This thought made him depressed and wanted to go crazy, and the uncomfortable situation was no worse than encountering Ming Feizhen, the devil who appeared out of nowhere.
Ling Hanzhong almost vomited blood, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at these fools.
Guys who were always in high spirits when they talked about women's wealth, but now they dare to challenge the impossible opponent with their swords. No matter how much you think about it, there will be no winning battle, but it has not stopped.
It seems to be explaining that Lushan Jianguan is not dead yet.
There are still countless swordsmen who defend kendo for life.
They are not willing to be cows and horses and dedicate their lives under Lushan for the sake of cutting Qingtian's 'big name' in martial arts or the power map of Lushan Jianguan. What they did was something that Ling Hanzhong couldn't understand. It seems that they belong to Lushan.
The old man looked back suddenly, and suddenly realized that he had left nothing in his life.
"This, this kind of stupid thing... This old man disdains to understand!"
Ling Hanzhong turned around and ran, and ran so fast that he even had the saber dropped from his waist, almost panicking.
The 'five old men' were the soldiers of the head of the Lushan Jianguan, and for Ling Hanzhong, it was nothing more than a sword. The man who was talking to him caught the 'Five Old Man', stroked the scabbard with great regret, and sighed. But I don't know if it's for swords or people.
Ling Hanzhong performed light work and rushed out far away like a smoke. He was originally not weak in Qinggong, but as he got older, he felt qi and blood surging in a short time. The voice behind him made him shudder.
'Boom'.
'Boom'.
'Boom'.
The diabolical knocking sound was incessant, resounding in Ling Hanzhong's cochlea. It was as if there was only one voice left in the world, and it kept reverberating. It gave him a splitting headache, and couldn't help but want to shout, 'Don't fight, stop fighting! ' But the dizzy voice of the tormented man still did not stop, as if it was gradually chasing.
Ling Hanzhong couldn't help but look back, and could not help but take a breath.
The sword light filled the entire forest, and the scene was by no means a 'blood battle' - even though the soldiers paid an equal amount of blood. Every swordsman, with his own pride, wields the blade. To prove with the peerless master in front of him that he has been practicing swordsmanship for many years. They are not afraid of death, not afraid of a more powerful enemy, and that gesture cannot but be awe-inspiring.
The most ironic thing is that Ling Hanzhong couldn't help feeling holy at this moment.
Crowds of people and sword waves rushed like waves.
In the center surrounded by the sword light, the young man seemed to be unstoppable, nothing in the world could stop him. Since his appearance, his slow pace has not stopped because of anything, not even once.
His sword, like his people, did not stop there, knocking back every swordsman who stepped forward to challenge it, and at the same time made the sound of tormenting his spirit, and he retreated alone.
Ling Hanzhong was stunned, he forgot to escape, and stood there, watching him beat the best swordsman under the door one by one.
He really, single-handedly, one-man, one-knife, chose Lushan Jianguan.
Ling Hanzhong felt a pain in his brain, and an absurd thought hit his mind.
Maybe... it wasn't supposed to be like this. If it wasn't for my neglect of discipline, if it was the Lushan Sword View in the past...
Maybe you won't lose.
- No, no! It's not my fault!
But no matter how he denied it, Ling Hanzhong couldn't erase the lingering thought in his mind.
When he was tortured by his emotions, a dark and cold shadow pointed at his head and face.
The young man said lightly, "It's your turn."
"You can't kill me! How dare you kill me? You, your mother is... "
"Speaking of which, my wife once mentioned your old man."
The young man showed a malicious smile: "She said, if she sees you, don't forget to give her a copy."
The black knife fell, and the old man let out a miserable wailing.
Three days ago, at the foot of Chenghuang Mountain, not far from here, there was also a man who let out a scream that was also full of helplessness. But that voice was different from this ugly, fearful, disturbed, and shaken soul. Although it was equally helpless, it had a different strength.
That artisan who doesn't know martial arts, the attitude of fighting hard for his family is still very respectable when he thinks about it now.
"There's only one left."
The young man turned his head and looked at the only person left in the woods.
It was an old face, and he was probably older than Ling Hanzhong, who was nearly old. But it is unexpectedly inappropriate for the term 'elderly'. Instead, he wanted to describe him as an 'old man'.
The years have made his appearance old, but he has not been able to bend the straight and straight spine like a sword, so he does not show his old age at all.
On the contrary, it is a stance that is very suitable for using a sword.
"In the entire Lushan Sword Temple, only you can pick me up."
The old man smiled lightly.
"Thanks to Your Excellency, Feng has to obey."
The man pulled out the sword of the 'Five Elders', Fenghua was introverted and invisible, but there was a kind of elusiveness that could not be reached.
"I've been wanting to see the magic tricks of the sword fairy Caolu for a long time."
The man didn't answer, but just looked at the black unknown object in Ming Feizhen's hand.
"Is this a knife?"