"What is a sword!"

When it comes to swords, although Shisanlang is not proficient, he can't be said to be unfamiliar.

Anyway, he and Tashan have been together for several years, and they always have some discussion and study on weekdays, and they have fought together many times, not only familiar with all kinds of flying sword attributes, but also have refined a lot of them by himself.

After the big change, Thirteen Lang went away to the Demon Domain, and the words of the ghost road in front of the canyon made him rise to practice swords for the first time in his life;

Later, he came to Ziyun City, and had the intention to pick it up and practice, but he ran into the dean again, and after an "adventure", he was banned, needless to say, kendo was shelved again, and became a target that could not be taken care of.

Now, the hidden danger of Thirteen Lang has been eliminated, and he is extremely powerful, and he has more contact with Ghost Dao and others during the cultivation period of the Ancient Sword Sect, and several elders take turns to serve, it is really difficult to learn or not.

After returning to school, Shisanlang was unwell and couldn't really get started, so he had to work theory. Mr. Big asked about kendo before, and the fact that he was able to speak the way is inseparable from the experience during this time. This is also in line with that sentence, I have never eaten pork and have always seen pigs run, although I can't learn to run pigs, I can't be wrong with my tongue in the city, but it's like that.

Meridian jianzhen was exerted from the hands of Mr. Big, and the power of the artistic conception was not known how many mountains and rivers were higher than Konoha, and even as many as a few layers of heaven;

However, since Mr. Big has asked, he must have a basis for his thoughts, and the best thing is that. He used sword qi, demonstrated jianzhen, and asked about the sword.

Simple swords, simple questions, so simple that people can't figure it out.

It's so simple that Thirteen Lang's head is as big as a fight, and he is so hesitant and tormented.

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What is Sword?

Thirteen Lang shamelessly took out a flying sword and looked back and forth, left and right. It's like trying to find a flower from above.

Mr. Big watched coldly, did not interrupt or ask, but couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Secretly thinking that the quality of this sword belongs to the upper class, and it also contains Buddha power, is it ......

"There are a lot of boys' treasures. He thought angrily. Wait patiently for Thirteen Lang's answer.

Time passed, the sun set and dusk, the stars were gone, the morning light gradually appeared, and in the blink of an eye, the thirteen lang sat for a night.

Another day......

One more day......

Sunrise and sunset, sunset and sunrise, Thirteen Lang sat quietly, his body slowly recovered, but his spirit became more and more haggard, as if he had entered a boundless dream. There was no day of wake-up.

Mr. Big didn't know when he left, and he didn't know when he turned back, and there was an extra wheelchair made of stainless steel in his hand, which was dark and dark, and there were many runes engraved on it.

"Not bad. ”

glanced at Thirteen Lang, who was still immersed in hard thinking. Mr. Big sat down and prepared to take a look at the scenery, but he didn't expect his body to sink suddenly, and he almost fell into the mud with a chair.

"I used Xuantie a little too much, and I forgot to open the formation. He said in a smug voice, and then realized that he was talking to himself, and he didn't feel a little stupid.

"It's good to be sturdy enough. ”

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Another day of sunrise. Thirteen Lang greeted the red glow in the sky and slowly raised his head.

"The sword is a murder weapon, the lord lives and dies, and he kills the way, and a non-gentleman cannot hold it. ”

With that, he looked at Mr. Big with a calm gaze, waiting for his comment.

Mr. Big looked at him coldly, a little disappointed.

"Three days of meditation, and that's it?"

"Yes, that's what the students think of. ”

"The sword is a murder weapon, but what about the knife, what about the gun, what about the axe, the hook, the fork, the dog, and the stick?"

"Yes, they are murder weapons. ”

Shisanlang's expression was still calm, and he replied honestly: "The student thought about it, and finally thought that the sword was no different from other weapons, they were all murder weapons. ”...,

Mr. Big only heard the flavor at this time, and after a pause, he asked, "What does the gentleman mean?"

Jusan Lang replied, "The sword is a murder weapon, but it is different from other murder weapons. It is not as good as a knife to chop, it is not as good as a robbery, it is not as good as a stick to smash, everything can be reused for everything, and it is in line with the way of a gentleman, which is only in the hands of a gentleman. ”

"Gentleman's sword?"

"Yes, it's the Gentleman's Sword. Soldiers are made by men, and they are in the hands of men, and they should be based on the category of people's hearts. The gentleman's sword, the madman's knife, the warrior's spear, and the assassin's dagger are all related to people, and they should also be distinguished according to human nature. ”

Thirteen Lang gradually rose, and he didn't notice what Mr. Big's expression was.

"Other...... I haven't figured it out yet. ”

"Understand a fart, don't understand, you don't understand anything!"

Mr. Big couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted angrily: "It's a shame that I've been guarding here for several days, and such a simple truth is crooked, it's just a waste material!"

"What kind of fierce maniac, gentleman and villain, it's all nonsense, the sword is a gentleman, yes, but it's not the gentleman you say. ”

"What is a gentleman? There are gentlemen in the world? There may be, but they are all dead, and there may be in the future, and they will die one after another, and they will die horizontally!"

"After learning about your past, I thought you were really enlightened, but it turned out that you were still addicted to illusions, stupid, stupid, stupid, and almost unteachable!"

“......”

In the storm, Thirteen Lang looked around in a panic and had no place to stay.

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"First of all, let's find out, what exactly is the question I am asking you?"

After roaring for a long time, Mr. Big's anger stopped for a while, and he said mockingly: "I can't even understand the problem, how can I find the right solution?"

Thirteen Lang's eyes were confused, thinking to himself how to say this, even if I am not smart, I will not be stupid to that point.

"Still not convinced, are you?"

Mr. Big looked at him coldly and said, "What I asked was: What is a sword!"

Thirteen Lang was still puzzled.

Mr. Big hated that iron could not become steel, and angrily reprimanded: "What is a sword, didn't I ask you what a sword is?"

Thirteen Lang secretly thinks that chickens lay eggs and eggs lay chickens, and this problem is no longer solved.

"To know what sword. It can be considered from both positive and negative aspects. The positive question is: what does the sword want to achieve? The flip side is: how do you make it happen. ”

Mr. Big said: "Your answer only hits part of it, that is, the main kill!"

"The reason is simple, the purpose of using a sword is the same as that of any other weapon, and as for how to destroy it, you only need to think of two famous sayings about fighting. ”

"Which two?"

"One force breaks ten thousand laws, or one force breaks the skill, and one force reduces ten wills. All means the same. ”

Mr. Big's eyes widened, as proud as the god of war, and he said angrily: "That is to say. It's going to be hard enough, tough enough, tough enough!"

"What about the second sentence?"

"The soldier is treacherous. The same goes for swords. ”

Mr. Big's expression changed abruptly, his eyes blinked a few times like an inspiration, and he whispered: "Just as you said, the slashing of a sword is not as good as a knife, and the piercing is not as good as a gun. ”

"But have you ever thought that not only do mortals use swords far more than other weapons, but even monks refine magic weapons, and the most common thing is flying swords. Almost everyone has one hand. ”

"Can you figure out the truth of this?"

Thirteen Lang was speechless, he wanted to say that many people use swords in order to be handsome, such as Tong Qi, who refuses to carry a knife with such a physique. I have to get a flying sword, it's still a particularly delicate kind.

"The reason is simple, swords are best suited for skill. ”

Mr. Big's expression became more and more weird, and he said mysteriously: "It can be chopped, pierced, picked or teased." It's really not okay, and it's okay to be smashed with a stick. ”...,

"When monks practice Taoism, flying swords are often used as auxiliaries, and because monks' flying swords cultivate more swords, except for taking their sharpness, there is almost no use for anything else. This method cannot be said to be wrong, but it certainly has its limitations, and it is destined to be difficult to reach the peak of kendo. ”

Speaking of this, he retracted his demeanor a little and asked again: "Now tell me, what do you understand?"

Jusan Lang had been listening carefully, and at this time, a not-so-good thought gradually rose in his heart, and he replied, "Student...... I don't dare to say. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

Mr. Big waved his hand very generously and said: "It's okay to make a mistake, I forgive you for your innocence." ”

"Then I'll say it. ”

"Say it. ”

"I did. ”

"Say!"

"Uh...... Why do students think, "Teacher, you're teaching me badly?"

"Is it bad to learn, is it bad...... Ahem...... It's up to you what you think. ”

Mr. Big coughed lightly twice and said: "In a word, the strongest is the most skillful, the strongest is the cheapest, and the sum is the sword!"

He said: "This is the true meaning of the way of the sword, and it is the true meaning that the teacher has realized after hundreds of years of hard work, and he can't tell people casually. ”

"This is a gentleman!" looked at Mr. Big's holy face, Thirteen Lang thought.

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In just a few days, Mr. Da interpreted the duties of a teacher to the extreme, and gave a brand new wheelchair before leaving, which can be described as a deep love between master and apprentice.

"This chair is newly made, the handwork is a little rough, and the material inside is not bad. ”

He handed the wheelchair to Shisanro and instructed, "It may be useful to study it when you have time." ”

was already able to walk, Thirteen Lang secretly laughed at the teacher for being too mother-in-law, and naturally thanked him politely. But when he took the chair and swept his gaze slightly, his face suddenly changed.

"Teacher, this ...... It's too precious. ”

"Is it valuable? Well, so-so, it does consume a lot of materials, and if you really want to use it, the cost of spirit stones is not small, but it doesn't matter, you can make a lot of money. ”

The smugness was overflowing, and Mr. Big said casually: "Think it through, maybe you can use it soon." ”

Thirteen Lang knew this, and once again gave a salute to express his gratitude, and his attitude was much more sincere than just now.

"Time...... It's not too early, you should go back and prepare, remember my words, forget the teacher's words, as long as you can defeat Yelian, it doesn't matter who her father and mother are!"

With worry and anger on his face, Mr. Big said: "Just let it go, I'll carry it for you if something happens." ”

Seeing him so solemn, Thirteen Lang was grateful in his heart and at the same time became more worried, knowing that he couldn't ask the famous hall, he resigned to Mr. Big and prepared to return to Ziyun.

Before parting, Thirteen Lang didn't know where the inspiration came from, and suddenly said, "Teacher, I have heard another sentence about kendo. ”

"What are you talking about?" asked Mr. Big, a little distracted.

Thirteen Lang hesitated for a moment, but finally said: "The heavy sword has no edge, and it is not skillful." ”

Mr. Big's figure froze suddenly, and he froze there.

"Teacher?" called out softly.

Mr. Big didn't realize it.

"Teacher, I'm leaving. Thirteen Lang called again.

"Teacher ......"

Thirteen Lang looked around and shook his head a little stupidly.

"What the hell, let's flash. ”

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