In the past, under the apricot tree, a drunk man raised the sword in his hand and said to Su Baiyi: "The sword is the most attractive weapon in the world, and the swordsman is the most handsome man in the world. Do you want to be a swordsman?"
"think."
"In the misty world, swordsmen walk freely. Many people envy the pleasure of traveling the world with a sword, a white robe and a pot of sake. However, behind every sword strike by a swordsman are countless times of tempering. It is easy to practice swordsmanship, but to truly become a swordsman, one must put in unimaginable efforts."
"Master, I'm not used to you suddenly speaking so seriously."
"You can play with life, but you must be serious about swords." Xie Kanhua stroked the long sword in his hand. "There is a city called Jimo. Everyone in it practices swordsmanship, so it's called the Sword City. They have come up with many ways to practice swordsmanship. For example, the quality of a swordsman can be divided into sword energy, sword intent, sword momentum, sword heart, sword path, sword technique, etc. They even made a very boring ranking. I was ranked third in sword energy, first in sword intent, fifth in sword momentum, fourth in sword heart, fourth in sword path, ninth in sword technique, and third in sword technique."
"Master, if you think this list is boring, why do you remember it so clearly?"
"… "
"Master, what does sword meaning mean, and why are you ranked first?"
"The sword intention refers to the desire to kill."
"Murderous intention?"
"At least that's how I understand it."
"What about swordsmanship? Why is it ranked so low? Didn't you say that your ability to see flowers in the fog is well-known in the martial arts world?"
"To put it simply, swordsmanship is a set of moves. Every school and sect has many swordsmanship. For example, the Xie family became famous for their Falling Flower Swordsmanship. Jimo City has even more swordsmanship, such as the Spring Flower Swordsmanship, the Autumn Moon Swordsmanship, the Summer Wind Swordsmanship, the Winter Snow Swordsmanship, etc. There are a total of 364 moves. It takes half an hour to perform a set. It's not like sword dancing, but more like dancing. I don't like it. For me, swordsmanship comes and goes with only three moves: draw the sword, swing the sword, and return the sword. Practice each sword to the extreme, and any move will be a peerless swordsmanship. If you learn swordsmanship from me, you only need to practice these three moves to the extreme. From now on, you will choose to draw the sword."
"Okay, Master. But how long do I need to practice drawing the sword?"
"ten years."
"ah?"
"Ten years." With a flash of cold light, Xie Kanhua suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand.
Su Baiyi blinked his eyes and dared not move at all. According to the storytellers, after the fastest sword strike, his neck had been chopped off, but the opponent was unaware of it. Then with a slight movement, his neck slipped off.
But Xie Kanhua just smiled and handed the sword in his hand to Su Baiyi. An apricot blossom had quietly lay on the sword blade. "This sword is for you."
"It's been ten years, Master. You said that the next step after drawing the sword is to swing it. You will teach me after ten years." Su Baiyi stood in the room with iron walls on all four sides at the bottom of the cabin, feeling a little disappointed. "But where have you been, Master?"
There was no one in the room, so naturally no one could answer him.
"Fortunately, you deliberately let me see the sword clearly on the day you left. You have always been very careful in your plans, and you must have planned until today. But I have practiced drawing the sword for ten years, and it will take me a few days to practice swinging the sword." Su Baiyi raised the Junyu Sword in his hand, "Is ten years enough?"
Tianzihao, scattered houses.
Nangong Xier had finished her bath and was sitting in bed, breathing. The maid named Naraku had just brought a note with the words "Don't worry, I'll be back at sunset". Nangong Xier just smiled and didn't take it too seriously. Although Su Baiyi was not very old, a few years younger than Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling, and sometimes talked a lot and didn't take things seriously, he would occasionally burst out with an indescribable calmness and confidence, giving people a very down-to-earth feeling.
Just like that day when he hugged me and said, "Believe in him."
He is obviously a guy with not very good martial arts skills, but when he says "I can handle it", people actually believe it.
For a young man to grow up to this point, he must have experienced a lot.
Nangong Xier suddenly opened her eyes. Although she had lost most of her internal strength, her instinct to sense danger was still there. At this moment, there was a person standing at the door, and he was a very dangerous person.
The two guards guarding the Tianzi Room were still standing at the door, their bodies straight, their eyes wide open, not saying a word, just like two sculptures as usual.
The man standing at the door of the scattered room adjusted the mask on his face and gently placed his hand on the door.
Nangong Xier held down the long sword beside her, held her breath, and tried hard to gather the last bit of her true energy.
Then the masked man took a step back and stretched out his hand. He looked down at his palm and saw a shallow knife mark on it.
The door to the next room had been opened at some point.
"Who?" the masked man asked quietly.
The door of the room suddenly closed again, as if the person inside didn't want to meet him.
At this moment, a smiling rich man in a golden robe suddenly walked in from outside. Before he even got close, he greeted the masked man: "My friend, are you here to look for someone? Are you here to ask me, He, to pay off your gambling debt? I was in a hurry last night and didn't pay back some of the money I lost. It's my fault. I apologize to you. I wonder how much money you owe this fellow?"
The rich man in the golden robe walked past the two guards and stood in front of the masked man. The two guards bent over at this moment and began to breathe heavily, with beads of sweat flowing down their foreheads. One of them turned around and said, "This is the top-class guest room. No entry without permission!"
The masked man naturally ignored him and just looked at the rich man in the golden robe in front of him.
The wealthy man in a golden robe stood in front of the masked man, smiling and looking very kind and amiable.
The masked man said quietly, "I'm looking for a friend from Lingluofang. This has nothing to do with you."
"Oh. The guy from Lingluofang went out early in the morning, leaving his wife inside to rest. But even if they are good friends, it's not appropriate to see his wife alone when the man is not around." The rich man in the golden robe smiled, "How about I help you find him?"
"No need." The masked man walked past the rich man in the golden robe, took a few steps and stopped, with a hint of threat in his voice, "I'll remember you."
"Do you remember?" He was answered by a clear and graceful female voice.
The masked man turned his head suddenly, only to see that the person in front of him was still wearing the golden robe, but he had become thinner and taller, and his face had turned into that of a young woman.
"The mask from Qianjiyuan is still not good enough. It's not as good as this one of mine." The woman smiled like a flower, "Am I right?"