In the Blade

Looking at the entire world, King Wenshun of Jingtao Sword can actually be considered a strong man.

As for whether there is an accurate standard for "strong", there has been no explanation. After all, compared with ordinary people, if the evil spirit enters the body, it is considered to be strong, but when the evil spirit enters the body and faces a master who releases the evil spirit, the Just as weak as a chicken - in general, there are different algorithms for the standard of "strong" at different times, but generally speaking, there are still some broad standards.

For example, one against a hundred.

Being able to defeat hundreds of besieging enemies head-on at least means that the secular power has nothing to do with this person. This person already has some power that ignores the secular rules, unless he encounters another stronger master... But that is a master. The disputes between them are gone, and they no longer have much to do with ordinary people.

From this perspective, Wang Wenshun is a very typical strong man, and among the strong, he can also be called a master.

But Wang Wenshun doesn't feel that way now.

Indeed, he may be able to easily defeat those so-called warriors who have evil spirits entering their bodies, and even kill some so-called masters who can release evil spirits. He has always felt that he is quite capable - of course, in this world, it is true that There are masters who are higher than him, but they are still very few after all. At least from his own experience, he is quite proud of his Jingtao Sword.

Until he saw the iron whip in front of him.

Originally, when he came back here, he didn't actually think about visiting. He only wanted to take revenge later, and he just wanted to erase his mistakes. Although he did lose that night, he could still fight again. Come back, have another fight, or die in the battle, which is a good talk.

But just as he walked into this inn, ready to challenge his former enemy, the iron whip on the wall caught his eye.

As a master of swordsmanship, he could naturally tell that the iron whip was marked by knife marks - he even recognized the iron whip. After all, although the local boy did not share his name with him, the iron whip The whip also impressed him.

But that young man...

Is it that strong?

"This kind of sword technique..."

The more carefully he looked at the knife mark, the more frightened Wang Wenshun became. If it were him to cut such a knife, he might not be able to cut it out ten years later - no, not even ten years later, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. If he could pass this knife mark, he might not be able to make such an exquisite slash even if he struggled for twenty years.

"If you put more force, the iron whip will break. If you put less force, the iron whip will be blown away. It has to cut marks on the steel. With this internal rotation force...how can I still have my own sword skills?"

Seeing this, Wang Wenshun became even more deeply aware of the huge gap that could be called a chasm between himself and the strong man left in this knife mark.

The opponent's sword attack actually included his sword skills, but his sword skills could not explain the opponent's sword moves. Just this point was enough to make a judgment.

The person who wielded this sword could be so strong.

Then, the boy who used this iron whip was fighting against the person who wielded this sword...

"senior."

Seeing the young man appear in his sight, Wang Wenshun quickly approached him and even used the honorific in his words.

"Long time no see, senior is still so young."

"I……"

The young man who was about to pour water for someone almost dropped the teapot on him.

He was ready to chat with his old acquaintance, but he really didn't expect this senior voice - you have to know that he is less than fourteen years old, which is still considered to be in vain. Judging from his appearance, he is already in his forties, so how come he has become a senior instead?

"Well, I'm actually nothing..."

The young man originally wanted to explain a few words, but after all, he really couldn't afford this sentence from a senior.

But at this moment, the Jingtao Sword King spoke first.

"Senior has a skill in keeping good looks, I understand."

Wang Wenshun nodded, then looked at the handkerchief on the young man's shoulder.

"Senior, are you... experiencing life?"

"……Um."

The words of defense were suppressed in his stomach, and the young man gritted his teeth and nodded.

There is nothing that can be done about this kind of thing. After all, the other party is a friend in the martial arts world. When he chatted with the other party before, he did not talk about his work matters - a hero in the martial arts world actually works as a waiter in the inn. This is a bit too much to say. Shame on you.

Now that the other party can think on his own, that's the best thing. It saves him from making up his own excuses. After all, he has no talent in making up stories.

Of course, with its advantages, there are also disadvantages.

Just like now, since he admits that he is not a waiter and is just experiencing life, it is equivalent to admitting the identity of the so-called "senior" in the other party's mouth.

"this……"

The boy didn't know what to say for a moment. After all, this was the first time he encountered such nonsense.

But in Wang Wenshun's eyes, this silence turned into a kind of silent majesty.

Yes, he has heard such legends, saying that some masters do not focus all their thoughts on killing, but focus on cultivating themselves. These masters are often good-looking and have good skills, and some masters are even very old. Her face and body shape are still like those of a teenage girl - perhaps the senior in front of her used a similar method, which also explains why the other party was able to compete with the strong man in the sword.

Obviously, judging from the result, the strong man in the sword retreated, but this senior was also a man of considerable martial virtue. The iron whip hanging on the wall is not only a memorial to that battle, but also a legacy for future generations. It gives people an opportunity to observe and learn, so that people can feel what a real strong person looks like.

After all, the reason why many so-called masters find it difficult to make progress is not necessarily because they don’t work hard, but more often because they lack a key point of instruction - just like Wang Wenshun himself, after perfecting his Jingtao Knife, he also once I was confused and couldn't figure out the way forward.

The knife mark on the iron whip was like a gap between dark clouds, making him feel the warmth again and see the direction of progress again.

This is why Wang Wenshun would naturally call the other party senior.

Such valuable knowledge is generously placed here for everyone to see. Just this open-minded mind is worthy of the title of senior.

"So senior, can you tell me in detail the details of that day?"

As he spoke, Wang Wenshun had already pulled the young man away from the crowd and outside the inn.

"I really want to know what happened that day..."

"Ah this."

The boy was sweating a little.

Details, he knew damn details. He wasn't the one who fought that battle. What could he know? He was still immersed in the "Senior" just now. He really couldn't imagine what he was talking about right now. How to handle the situation.

Unexpectedly, he simply gave up and decided to break the jar.

"Anyway, don't tell anyone."

First, the young man made a silencing gesture and issued a silence order.

He didn't know if the Jingtao Sword King would listen, but this would at least give him a sense of peace of mind.

"Just, I'm here incognito. I don't want people to know, so don't show it around... Brother Wang, do me a favor and don't say anything."

"I can't afford it! I can't afford it!"

"Brother Wang" makes Wang Wenshun sweat. In the past, he didn't know the details of the other party, so it was okay to hear "Brother Wang". But now the other party is obviously a reclusive master. If he dares to say "Brother Wang" again, how much will it cost? A bit too reckless.

"I will never tell anyone... If there are any secrets involved, senior just pretend that I didn't ask. After all, the details of the fight..."

"Let's fight, yes, let's fight."

The young man forced a smile, and sweat started to form on his back.

Again, he knows nothing about fighting. He has never even practiced serious fighting, so how can he possibly describe the situation of fighting? But now that the words have come to this point, even if he doesn’t understand, he still has to say it. Otherwise, I would be speechless for a long time, and if this brother Wang found out that he was just a waiter, would he still want his face?

"Think of a way, think of a way..."

The young man tried hard to think of a solution.

When it comes to making up stories, the first thing that comes to the boy's mind is what he has heard from Mr. Shu on weekdays. The two armies called out in front of the formation, and the two generals fought for 300 rounds. The battle lasted for three days and three nights, and the killing was so complete that the sky was black. , people fell on their backs - but he immediately realized that he absolutely couldn't say that.

After all, he had heard what the storyteller had said about the Jingtao Sword King in front of him, and he must have also heard what the storyteller had said.

What's more, this way of describing it is quite unreliable. If we really want to fight for three days and three nights in a row, let's not talk about physical strength, but just talk about whether these two people can eat or poop? Well, even if both of them are invincible iron kings and can stay away from the hut for three days and three nights, what about the horses they ride? The horse stopped pooping and peeing?

So we have to find another way, and it sounds like a strong person's way...

"Senior, what's wrong with you?"

It was at this time that the voice of the King of Jingtao Sword rang out again.

"Are you okay? Why are you sweating so much?"

"It's okay, what can happen?"

As the young man said this, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

Yes, something sounds like a strong person, looks like a strong person, and looks like a strong person. No one would doubt his identity as a strong person?

Of course a real strong one! He just needs to imitate the real strong man!

As for the real strong ones...

He actually knew one.

Although the strong man didn't look like a strong man, and he didn't speak and act like a strong man at all, but the other party really defeated the terrifying swordsman, and that was what he saw with his own eyes - in other words In other words, he only needs to replace Du Chengfeng in that incident with himself, wouldn't this matter make sense?

But since you want to imitate, you must imitate the whole thing. Not only the retelling of the thing itself, but also the behavior and speaking style.

"Yes, that's it. A reclusive strong man will naturally not behave like a strong man..."

With this thought in mind, the boy cleared his throat and started his performance.

"Are you talking about defeating that swordsman? There's nothing to say about this. I just stopped him when he wanted to refuse to pay. Then he slashed like this, and I stopped him in advance... "

The young man tried to make gestures, but his movements seemed a little too clumsy.

But in the eyes of a knowledgeable person like Wang Wenshun, it is already a different matter.

"Stop the hand holding the knife in advance? This is not something ordinary people can do..."

Wang Wenshun is a swordsman himself, so he naturally knows that swords have their own limitations in many cases. But swordsmen are usually the ones who know this. How can this young man, who uses an iron whip, be so familiar with the secrets between swordsmen?

Or, is this senior actually a swordsman?

"No, no, I'm offended, I'm offended."

Thinking of this, Wang Wenshun stopped thinking first. After all, the senior in front of him had chosen to hide his name. It would be a bit too much for him to delve into his past.

Just when Wang Wenshun came to his senses, the young man continued to talk.

"Originally, I was going to let him go after I threw him to the ground, but he still swung his sword at me, and I really had no choice, so..."

Speaking of this, the young man got stuck.

Just because things started to go wrong.

He still remembered how Du Chengfeng fought at that time. It was a dazzling set of operations, including dodging, close combat, and the unclear but most crucial final blow - but the problem was here. Du Chengfeng used a pen at that time, but he said he used an iron whip. The difference between the two things was too big.

He couldn't say that he stabbed the man with an iron whip, right? That didn't make sense.

And the marks on the iron whip... He was busy talking just now, but he forgot to add the marks. But once he added this part, he would have to say that he stood aside and took a knife for nothing, which was simply...

"Anyway, I think it's not easy for him. In the end, I fought him and paid for his food and drinks."

After thinking about it for several times, the young man gritted his teeth and gave his explanation.

"So isn't the iron whip hanging there? Collecting some tickets is also considered his labor."

"This, this, this, this..."

Wang Wenshun was stunned. This life-and-death confrontation could actually be solved in this way.

Should we say that this is indeed the method of an expert? At least if it were him, one of them would definitely die, but this senior not only gave the other party a face, letting the other party down, but also made the other party leave the knife intention, and he did not lose money. Of course, more importantly, such a valuable thing can be seen by everyone for money, which is really...

"Senior, please be righteous! Accept my respect!"

Wang Wenshun bowed deeply to the young man in front of him.

At this moment, he already regarded this young senior as his idol.

If he could have the strength and mind of this senior, how could he not avenge his great hatred?

"Please guide me!"

Thinking of this, Wang Wenshun bowed again.