I am a young classmate who is in my prime. The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the country and inspiring words, the dung soil is waiting for thousands of households.
Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the flying boat
One is the red-clothed Qinglong Mo, one of the three dragons and seven tigers of China, and the other is the Japanese sword god Chiba Hōbu, who is worshiped as a god by warriors. The two of them were talking about the secrets of cultivation and the Wuzai sword technique.
They were just like two ordinary middle-aged men, competing to see who had the strongest drink and bragging about who had played with the most gorgeous woman.
They compete like children and comment like perverts. If the outside world knew about it, they would be shocked.
Is it possible, and who can understand their desolate mood at this time
Rather than showing off, it is better to say whether to ridicule.
Because, what they are talking about now is not the pinnacle of life that has been lost and can never be returned to.
They are like wolf kings with both ends injured, clinging to each other and loving each other. Their existence itself is a kind of comfort to each other.
"More than twenty years have passed since you said goodbye. "The old drunkard had a leisurely look. He was holding a wine gourd and pouring wine for himself. He did not treat Chiba Hōbu as a guest. He was just like an old friend. Although the two of them had not seen each other for so many years, there was nothing strange about them. Feeling. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Perhaps, that is not the friendship between men. "Fang Yan said that I begged to come over. He expected me to come, but was afraid of me coming. The red flowers bloom and fail, and the green leaves wither. The cruelest thing in life is not living in a deep valley all my life, but when I finally climbed from the deep valley to the top of the mountain, I was kicked to the east - a disabled person, what's the use of seeing me? "Because of fear." "The old drunkard said. "When he realizes that he is afraid of seeing me, he will definitely ask to see me. He does not believe in gods and Buddhas, and is not afraid of ghosts and gods. Why are you afraid of meeting people? "
"That's not a good reason." Chiba Hōbu said. "He is the same as me, he is also afraid to see me. But no, he does not want to see me."
The old drunkard took a sip of wine and did not answer, waiting for Chiba Hōbu to continue talking about going east.
"Twenty years ago, he was full of confidence and wanted to conquer China, but he was beaten back to his original shape by me with one man and one sword. He stayed behind closed doors for twenty years because he had fear in his heart." Chiba Warbu said. "I'm not afraid of losing, but I'm afraid of not being able to win. Every time when he mustered up the courage, thinking of the battle at Mount Eight Snakes, there would be another voice in his heart that said to him, I am strong, but he is stronger. I can't win. I mustered up the courage again and again and gave up again and again. Later, Inuzi Chiba Yoshitake was injured when he caused trouble in China, and he decided to beg for help. If not, he would avenge Inuzi, and if not, he thought he had to beg. Come here, you will know the outcome and the gap between you and me only after you have sex with me in person. If not, you will live in fear your whole life." The old drunkard likes to drink but never respects others, then This is the first time in many years that I raise a glass.
Chiba Hōbu lifted up the wine jar and took a sip. He wiped his mouth with his sleeves without restraint and said: "He still didn't have the confidence to win that time, but otherwise he couldn't continue to wait for Dongdong - because he was worried that he would not be able to wait. The longer I go, the less courage I have. I spent my whole life trapped on an island and never had the chance to set foot on land."
"I'm glad I'm here."
"It's an honor for me to meet him."
The old drunkard asked: "Will we fight again in the bright moon?"
"The bright moon will lead to a battle." Qianye Bingbu said with a firm voice. He had been waiting for that battle for more than twenty years. It has been prepared for more than 20 years. How can you give up so easily
Is this the inner demon that has troubled him for half his life, and is it the cause and effect that motivates him to work hard.
The old drunkard laughed and said: "One has half lost his external strength, and the other has lost all his murderous intention - why are you fighting?"
"Fight for war's sake," Chiba Hōbu said. "The victory in the Eight Snake Mountains has not been decided, and I feel regretful in my heart after all. I always feel that I owe him a game, and he also owes me a game, so let's settle it tomorrow. Because I and he know very well that after tomorrow, there will be no more No chance."
"As I wish." said the old drunkard.
Chiba Hyobu's dirty legs suddenly reached into the wine vat, and he grabbed hard with his claws, as if he was grabbing something.
The wine he grabbed was as strong as fire and burned the knife.
The drink was invisible, but if he manipulated it with strength, it would appear as a rectangular sword-shaped body.
The long sword was pulled into the air by him, and the wine sword in his leg was still intact, without a drop of beer splashing.
This person's mastery of wrong energy has been so perfect that it's like magic.
Qianba Bingbu held the big sword in his legs and slashed at the old drunkard not far away.
One sword shocked the gods and split the mountains with its power.
The wine sword is like an iron sword, making a sizzling sound when it is swung.
The air blocked in front was split open by him, and the space took on a wish-shaped twist due to its ghostly speed and majestic force.
puff!
The old drunkard who was sleeping on the recliner suddenly spit out the wine in his mouth. Countless streams of wine turned into countless small swords and rushed towards the oncoming heavy sword.
Bang bang bang—
The huge wine sword and countless small swords collided with each other, making a crisp sound of gold and stone being handed over.
The wine sword was chopped off piece by piece by the small blade. The fallen sword body immediately turned into liquid hot water, and then evaporated and disappeared in an instant.
The direction of the heavy sword did not change, but its speed became more ferocious. He struck at Mo Qingdi with an indomitable attitude.
After tearing apart some of the sword bodies of the East Giant Sword, countless small swords pierced towards the Chiba Military Department on the other side like moths.
Click—
The wicker chair Mo Qingdi was sitting on was split in half by the wine sword, and even the blue brick floor was cut with deep grooves by the sword energy. It's as smooth and easy as cutting tofu with a knife.
Bang bang bang bang bang—
Countless small swords were pierced into the wall behind Chiba Military Department, making countless small holes in the red wall. There is a pool of wine remaining outside every small hole, which is why the energy in the wine sword has disappeared and scattered.
Mo Qingdi disappeared from the wicker chair, and Qianba Bingbu also jumped up from the floor where he had just fallen.
The two stood in the yard at the same time, looking at each other.
Qianye Bingbu looked at the old drunkard, sighed softly and said: "Twenty years ago, that sword could crush his heavy sword into pieces. It will be difficult to see it again, silently."
"I have sword energy but no murderous intention. Why?" Mo underestimated the enemy and asked. "A sword without killing intent is 90% powerful."
"Because he doesn't want to kill me." Chiba Hōbu said.
"That's really a troublesome thing," said the old drunkard.
"No, it's really a troublesome thing." Chiba Hōbu said. "My strength is not 50% as strong as it was back then. My left leg can obviously thrust out one more sword - it was difficult for him to dodge that sword. He didn't dodge that sword back then."
"It's better to miss each other than to meet again." The old drunkard said in a sad voice. You can't have a quick fight, you can't fight to the death with all your strength. What's the point of fighting like that? How is that different from playing house among children
They have seen too much of the extraordinary, so what they are afraid of now is the boring and tasteless mediocrity.
"No. It's better to miss each other than to meet each other," Chiba Hōbu said. "I want to die?"
"I don't want to live either."
"Did they really think of going together?" Chiba Hōbu said.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
During the fight just now, Chiba Hebu almost killed the old drunkard, but he stopped.
The old drunkard almost stabbed Chiba Hōbu to death, but he also saved his legs.
They are all desperate people, so desperate that they would not hesitate to die for their most respected friend, Jiandong.
"You should drink another big pot." said the old drunkard.
Chiba Hōbu refused and said: "If you drink any more, you'll get drunk. If you don't do business, please be tight. When that thing is done, you can drink as much as you want -"
"Then let's do things first." The old drunkard said. "Whoever wins will toast to whom."
"Excuse me." Chiba Hōbu said seriously.
Chiba Hōbu took a branch from the pear tree above his head, broke the branch at the top, and then used the crooked branch to make a sword.
Mo Qingdi picked up a mop with his toes and caught it in his lap. As soon as his legs and wrists shook, the mop straps flew off and the long stick in his legs turned into a sharp spear.
"I'll take his sword." Chiba Bingbu said with an extremely solemn expression. "Is that the sword that he has been thinking about for a long time? It is also the sword that has given him the deepest insights in the past twenty years - he has always wanted to bring it to see me. That sword, he named it Wuxin. I am careful."
"Okay." The old drunkard nodded seriously.
The Chiba Military Department moved.
Chiba Hōbu clearly moved, but his body still stood in place.
That is his afterimage. The mysterious mass that looks like the afterimage is the real body of Chiba Hyobu.
Because his speed was too fast, it had created an illusion for people's eyes, creating the illusion that Chiba Hyobu was standing still.
He thrust the sword straight.
Thrust out the long sword made of tree branches.
A straight sword, a flat sword.
Just like a very ordinary man holding a branch and stabbing his enemy in the chest. It’s not fancy, it’s not stunning, it’s not thunderous, it’s not energetic.
It's not a tree branch, it's just an ordinary sword thrust by an ordinary person.
It looks really disappointing.
But no, the old drunkard couldn't help but raise his somewhat sleepy eyelids, and his confused eyes were filled with light. His expression became more serious than ever. It's like seeing a pile of gold, or seeing a rare treasure.
Thousands of swords unite!
Only ten thousand sword moves can be condensed into that sword, and ten thousand changes can be interpreted into that sword.
Life is endless!
Without change, there is no biggest change, because there are countless changes at any time.
Without a track, there is no trace.
Without sword intention, there is nothing to defend.
After twenty years of sword mastery, I finally struck out with that sword. Chiba Hōbu is worthy of being called the Eastern Sword God.