Seeing Confucius pointing to his sword, Zilu blushed on the spot.

He is self-aware: his own sword is only used for comparison, and it cannot be compared with the opponent's sword at all.

"Me?" Zilu was ashamed for a moment, but still said, "I must buy a real sword!" ”

"You? Your sword is not a sword? ”

"Me? Ahem, ahem! Zilu smiled bitterly: "I bought it at the market, it looks good, but it doesn't work!" I? I bought it! ”

"You? Can you take it off and show it to me? Confucius asked tentatively.

Although he felt that the other party would not kill him, Confucius did not have a bottom in his heart. So! Decide to distract the other person first. If you have a weapon in your hand, you won't be afraid of the other party's plot.

"Ahem, ahem!" Zilu inserted the sword into the scabbard, holding Confucius's sword in one hand and untying the saber tied to the waistband of his trousers with the other. And then! Hand it to Confucius.

"I bought it because it looked good! Outcome! I haven't used it much yet, and there are a few notches on it! Where is this sword? That's it! Zilu looked at Confucius and said in frustration.

Confucius took the sword, pulled it out of its scabbard, and looked at it very carefully.

In fact! He's not serious, he's pretending. Out of the corner of his eye, he still looked vigilantly towards Zilu, just in case.

The young man in front of him is barely an adult, right? Not tall, medium standard. But! He looks very sturdy, and at first glance he looks like a person who practices martial arts. Judging by his dress, it is completely a hunter's, safari's dress.

On the top of his head, there is a beautiful long tail hair from the pheasant's tail. And also! One looks like the tail of a wild boar. He carries an arrow basket on his back and a special bow on his shoulder. This bow! It's not the kind of hunter's bow that you sell in the market, but the kind of homemade earthen bow.

Just based on the other party's dress, Confucius roughly guessed: the other party is a safari! And! It's a very confident safari.

The long tail feathers of various colors and wild birds are inserted on the top of his head, indicating that he can hunt and can catch all kinds of prey. With a boar's tail tied on top of his head, he is brave and strong, and is able to capture wild boars and other fierce beasts.

Is this a show of self-confidence? Or do people with low self-esteem want to be recognized by others?

Confucius was very skeptical? Judging from the current performance of the other party: the other party wants to be recognized by others.

What does this mean? It shows that the other party has an inferiority complex in his heart!

Confucius saw that there were really a few gaps on the blade, and it was really a flashy decorative sword, an ornament that could not be used in actual combat. It's true! It can only be used to pretend.

"Click!" Confucius felt that there was nothing to look at, and inserted the sword back into the scabbard.

"Since there is such a good sword! You should be able to dance swords too, right? Zilu looked at Confucius and asked.

"Yes!" Confucius nodded.

"Can we have a try?" Zilu demanded.

"Competition?" Confucius's heart "chuckled" at that time, and his suspicion became more guarded.

"Try!" Zilu nodded affirmatively.

"Competing is risky! I'm afraid I'll hurt each other! Confucius refused.

"That?" Zilu asked again: "Can you play martial arts?" Let me see your swordsmanship? ”

"Good!" Confucius agreed without thinking.

"Then you can rehearse it!" Zilu said, stepping back.

Although the embankment is not very spacious, there is no problem in performing martial arts on it.

"I use my sword!" Confucius took a few steps forward, handed the opponent's sword to the opponent, and asked the opponent to return his sword.

"Oh!" Zilu nodded and said, "I'm used to using my own sword!" It may not be customary to use someone else's sword! Yeah! ”

Talking! So he handed back Confucius's sword. Moreover! He took his sword back.

Confucius took his sword into his hand, and then he was relieved.

I thought: This safari on the other side is not the kind of person who is good at scheming, let alone the kind of person who wants to get someone else's sword. People just like your sword, so they pick it up and play with it.

"Then I'm done performing, you have to perform too! Okay? Confucius looked at each other and said with a very serious look.

"Okay!" Zilu nodded.

"It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!" Only then did Confucius open the frame and practice the swordsmanship that Fang Jishi taught him back then.

Confucius has always considered himself a scholar, so! He has been trying to make himself a taxi. Therefore! When Fang Jishi taught him swordsmanship, he studied very seriously.

His boxing is not good-looking, but his sword is particularly good-looking. Visible! In swordsmanship, he has put in hard work.

"Good!" Zilu saw that Confucius's sword practice was smooth and smooth in one go, and he couldn't help but applaud.

Confucius retracted his momentum, inserted his sword back into its scabbard, and looked at each other with a natural expression.

Seeing that the other party didn't look like a pretend, not a compliment, I was very happy. What does this mean? It shows that his swordsmanship is okay and has been recognized by the other party.

"That? You can practice it again and show me! I want to see your swordsmanship too! ”

"Okay!" Zilu did not refuse, and immediately drew his sword.

But! He didn't practice, then put away his sword again, and then looked at Confucius. He said pitifully, "I want to use your sword!" ”

Confucius hesitated, but handed over the sword.

He felt that the other party didn't seem to be the kind of person who played tricks. People are just people who love swords, and they just like your swords.

Zilu's swordsmanship was fierce and fast, and after practicing, he was out of breath.

But! Confucius still shouted hello!

"Good!"

"Thank you!"

Maybe he felt that he was gasping for air, and Zilu had a sense of frustration.

Confucius didn't catch his breath after practicing swords just now, does it mean that other people's swordsmanship is so old?

In order to save face, Zilu said: "I have more strength than you!" You can put the stone table up. ”

Talking! He pointed to the stone table on the side.

"I can too!" Confucius replied.

"Can you too?"

"Don't you believe me?" In order to confirm it for Zilu, Confucius stepped forward and brought up the stone table.

To know! He had brought this stone table here. If he can't move, how can he move here?

"How about a few more stones? Can you move? Zilu said, moving several stone benches around the stone table to the stone table and letting Confucius serve it.

Confucius tried, but he really didn't pick it up.

Seeing this, Zilu's expression improved a little. But! He wasn't sure: would he be able to hold it himself?

In order to show his strength, he decided to give it a try.

Furthermore! He also proposed to test the strength. So! You have to give it a try!

In his estimation, Confucius may not be able to stand up. And he! It's able to be held up. But! With the addition of the stone bench, he himself was not sure.

Coming to the stone table, Zilu crossed his feet and tried it. Outcome! I really put up the stone table and the stone bench on the surface.

With a number in mind, he tried a few more times, and the result! It can be served. Therefore! He had confidence again.

Confucius was not convinced, so he came over and tried several times. Outcome! Didn't pick it up again. He had to admit that the other party's strength was greater than his.

One to one! Zilu lifted his sword and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he said, "Your swordsmanship is better than mine!" I'm stronger than you! ”。

And then! And so it goes.

After Zilu left, Confucius tried again and had to convince him: Zilu's strength was indeed greater than him! And! Not a little bigger! It's a lot!