I took Alaya out of town.
The damp and cold air entered the lungs, and the drowsy mind was instantly sober.
Sitting down on a rock beside a small river outside the city, I preached to Alayah:
"No matter what kind of martial art it is, it is very common for a high realm to beat a low realm. Realm is a unified measure. In terms of swordsmanship, everyone learns different sword techniques and practices different sword skills. The understanding is different. The great swordsman in Wangdu practiced the Zen sword, He Ji cultivated the Junzi sword, and you cultivated the murderous sword. So which kind of sword is the best? There is no conclusion. But the realm of cultivation is real, no matter what kind of sword you are cultivating, the one level higher in the realm means the strength is higher, and your fifth level of swordsmanship means that you can’t beat Heji’s sixth level of swordsmanship. It can be said that the realm is the An aggregate rating of all your abilities."
I paused and continued:
"However, whoever is strong and who is weak in the same realm depends on their own abilities. At the beginning, Heji suppressed his strength to the fifth level of swordsmanship, but he was almost killed by you. It shows that when the realm is the same, your strength must be stronger I have passed him. Have you ever thought about why you are stronger? Because your swordsmanship is sharp, because you move erratically, because your foundation is solid, because you know more, because I who taught you the way of the sword is better than teaching him the way of the sword. The one who is stronger. It's as simple as that."
Aliya nodded appreciatively.
Although if Baihuang or Heyue were present, they would definitely complain about me "really putting gold on my face", but Alaiya would not say that.
She has always believed in me unconditionally.
I continued:
"Then, I think we can calm down. That assassin is very strong, stronger than we imagined. So it is very difficult for you to defeat her alone. Then what you have to do is to join forces with Heji next time Make as many contributions as possible. Hold her longer and give Heji more opportunities. Don’t think this is useless. If you want to become stronger, you must first face up to your own shortcomings.”
Alaya said seriously:
"I know, sir. It's just..."
She hesitated, and said:
"If the young master and Miss Baihuang are in danger at the same time, Heji should save Miss Baihuang first."
Although what she said was euphemistic, I understood it.
After all, Baihuang is from Yunhai, not from Yuxi City.
After all, Heji is Baihuang's bodyguard, not mine.
I touched Alayya's head and said with a smile:
"It doesn't matter, there is only one assassin. As long as I don't keep too far away from Baihuang, when the assassin attacks, you just need to work together to repel her. There is no question of protecting me or protecting Baihuang. If you can Beat the assassin away, and Bai Huang and I will be safe."
Alaya lowered her eyes, did not refute, and listened carefully.
I said:
"I remember when you described to me that the assassin used a hidden weapon to extinguish most of the torches, and then sneaked in the dark to defeat you one by one. Is this the case?"
Alaiya's face turned pale, recalling the scene last night, she still seems to have not come out of the shadows. She clasped her hands together, breathed out a hot breath, and said:
"Yes, master. At that moment, all the surrounding light disappeared. The assassin's figure disappeared, and he couldn't feel his breath. Miss Baihuang fell first, Heji struggled a bit, but was still defeated by the assassin. I stood alone in the darkness, as if... to be swallowed by the darkness."
I asked:
"Have you ever thought about how Fang Shisan got here all these years?"
Alaya froze for a moment.
I pointed to my ear:
"Sound. Fang Shisan can even hear who is coming from the footsteps. Because she can't see, she is more sensitive to sound. Both you and Heji have fallen into a strange circle, practicing swords and pursuing the way of the sword. It's not a bad thing. But just like this time, if the opponent doesn't confront you head-on, you can't use your swordsmanship. Why did I teach you the swordsmanship to kill people? Because this is the most practical swordsmanship, without any bells and whistles In the same way, today I teach you how to listen to the voice of an assassin, and I hope you can learn from it. It’s not that you give up the sword to learn assassination, but that you use these things for your own use.”
Alaya said with a serious expression:
"I see, master."
I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and covered Alaya's eyes. After confirming that she couldn't see, I picked up a stone from the ground and said to Alaya:
"Before the stone hits the ground, cut it in half."
Alaya nodded.
I threw the stone casually, and Alaya swung her sword like the wind, and it was empty. The direction in which she swung the sword was basically accurate, but it was obvious that she could only detect it when the stone was close, and it was too late when she swung the sword. I threw stones from near to far, just like when the difference in strength between two players in table tennis is too great, the stronger player deliberately hits the ball to the opponent's left half of the table and right half of the table alternately. It's like running back and forth with the other party.
Alaiya kept running without being able to see, tripped over the rocks on the ground several times, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Alayya stood up enduring the pain, but was hit on the head again by a stone, and a cut was made in the corner of her forehead. Another time I threw it closer to the river, and Alaiya stepped on the air and fell into the river, and the blood from the wound on her right arm smacked in the river. She was choking and coughing non-stop, her tears mixed with the river water, her blonde hair stuck to her face, she was in as much embarrassment as she wanted.
I watched as she crawled back to shore. Alaiya was drenched, shivering from the cold wind. She took a big gulp of fresh air, then wrung the water from her clothes with both hands.
Seeing that she was almost done with it, I picked up a stone and threw it out, and the stone fell at her feet.
Alaya trembled and clenched the sword in her hand.
Training continues.
She has decent physical fitness at the fifth level of kendo, and she won't be out of breath because of such a little exercise. But as the stones fell more and more times, Alaya gritted her teeth tightly, obviously unwilling.
Naturally, I won't tell her that her low hit rate is not entirely her fault, but more importantly, my technique is quite unique. When I was in Lingyun City, I was also a frequent visitor to the casino. When I rolled the dice, I knew what time I wanted. Naturally, I still have skills in my hands. Otherwise, if you were an ordinary person throwing stones, Alaya could hit eight out of ten.
Now, she can only chop seven or eight stones in a whole day.
Later, I threw all the stones on the ground, so I had to pick up the stones I had thrown and throw them again and again.
In the evening, Alaiya's clothes were not completely dry, but they were already hot from the sweat. I untied the handkerchief covering her eyes, and Alayya knelt down on one knee with her sword in hand, her face full of pain.
Compared with the one-day dark experience card, repeated failures were the main reason for her despair.
I looked at Alaiya, didn't try to comfort her, just packed my things and said:
"gone back."
Alaiya followed me in shame, and the scene seemed familiar.
It's been this way for years.
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I sorted out the plot today, and I will show you a new wave tomorrow.