Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Kassel Academy's sword dojo is a large gym that can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

The dark brown solid wood floor has been wiped clean, and the light is discernible; scrolls with different fonts and contents are hung on the four walls, each scroll carrying a secret of swordsmanship that has been passed down to this day; in the display cabinet in the corner A rare and famous sword with sharp edges is sealed away... This place is like a small kendo museum!

This is the foundation of Kassel Academy, which is not comparable to the Kendo Hall of the Children's Palace! The air seemed to be filled with light and shadow, and the scent of kendo here was so strong that it almost made the blood in Lu Mingfei's veins boil!

But what surprised Lu Mingfei was that before he even entered the door, he heard the piercing screams in the gym. Lu Mingfei could clearly hear the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air at high speed.

But it's only the entrance season that hasn't officially started yet. Apart from myself, there are really students who are so diligent and go to the kendo gym alone to cut the air during the holidays?

"Before entering the door, I was thinking about who is so diligent in kendo, and it turns out to be you, senior brother." Opening the shuttle door of the inner hall, Lu Mingfei immediately saw the sweaty figure in the all-black kendo uniform.

"Coming?" Chu Zihang did not stop swinging his sword, but turned his back to Lu Mingfei and greeted Lu Mingfei gently, with a natural look as if he had known for a long time that he would meet Lu Mingfei here. .

Brother Mo Ruo, this principle also applies to brothers in the field of swordsmanship.

Chu Zihang had indeed expected Lu Mingfei to come early, and was sure that he would definitely come! Chu Zihang can be regarded as half of Lu Mingfei's leader in swordsmanship. He deeply understands that the latter's perseverance and persistence in this aspect are no less than his, and may even be better.

What Chu Zihang wanted to cut off was regret and remorse, and the unbearable cowardice in his memory. In the direction where his blade pointed, there stood a majestic god. This was the reason why he slashed day and night, one after another, until his thorns were gone. Cut it into a smooth road!

Then Lu Mingfei must have something he wants to slash with his sword, and his scabbard must be filled with stubborn thoughts and visions.

Just like what Principal Angers said, there is always a road ahead of a young man. If there are mountains blocking the road, cut them off; if there is water blocking the way, cut off the water with a knife; even if you have a broken head and blood, you must break the south road in front of you. Wall, you can call them stubborn, but no one can erase the lion in their hearts!

"Senior brother's movements are more standard. He has formed muscle memory."

Looking at Chu Zihang's precise movements on a horizontal line every time, Lu Mingfei could feel the thick killing intent hidden in the former's sword.

"You were already able to do this before I left."

Chu Zihang swung the knife five thousand times in a row, and finally chose to stop and rest for a while. He walked towards Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei handed him a glass of water, which Chu Zihang drank in one gulp.

"Senior brother, I actually put my sword aside for a long time because I was confused. I wasn't sure where the end of the sword was and whether my lifelong wish was hidden there."

"I suddenly discovered that practicing a hundred times on the wrong path is not as good as swinging a sword on the right path once, so I spent a long time thinking about my sword." Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's side Said with a serious face.

The entire gym fell into silence for a long time.

"I don't know if I'm on the right path, but..." After the silence, Chu Zihang spoke first, but was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Senior brother." Lu Mingfei interrupted softly, "I thought about it later. Do you want to hear my answer?"

Chu Zihang looked into Lu Mingfei's deep and dark eyes and nodded subconsciously.

"Actually, every extra day we live is to say goodbye to who we were yesterday, just like every additional sword we strike is to cover up the shortcomings of the previous sword and make our own sword more perfect, right?"

Chu Zihang nodded in agreement.

"But how can there be a perfect sword in the world? Who can live a life without flaws?"

"Everyone has his sorrow in front of the mountain and behind the mountain. If there is wind or no wind, there is no freedom."

"So my answer is, fuck the road, fuck the regrets, when you pick up the knife, you should think about how to cut with this knife most comfortably, and how to cut with the next knife most smoothly, instead of always sticking to where the last knife was. Wrong, how come the sword is not standard..."

"People are born towards the future, not living in the past, senior brother! Every day you only think about how to make up for yesterday's regrets. When you look back on the past, your whole life will be filled with regrets!"

Chu Zihang lowered his eyes and remained silent, his memory lingering on that cold rainy night.

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he stood up, put Guanshi Zhengzong in the corner, picked up two bamboo knives on the kendo stand, threw one to Chu Zihang, and held one himself.

"Brother, come and fight!"

After Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, he looked deeply at Lu Mingfei. Then he took a long breath of relief as if he had figured something out, stood up and bent down to pick up the bamboo knife.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang stepped on the solid wood floor and moved his position, saying softly.

"You're welcome, senior brother, let's talk with our swords!" Lu Mingfei said loudly.

The two teenagers each held a bamboo wooden knife wrapped in nylon rope. They stood in the north and south, briefly saluted each other, and then started fighting!

There is no such thing as courtesy in battle, even for fellow swordsmen.

So Chu Zihang moved, his movement was very sudden, no, it should be said that it was even a little abrupt. Generally speaking, the duel between swordsmen will be based on a certain wedge, for example, one side reveals a certain flaw, or The two looked at each other to kill each other's momentum. Whoever's momentum sank first would most likely be the one whose head was beheaded and died in the next moment!

But Chu Zihang didn't wait. He just saluted and started moving without thinking. It was a pure initiative. Chu Zihang's movements were unexpected but reasonable.

His well-proportioned body burst out with explosive power that was completely inconsistent with his body, and he pounced on Lu Mingfei like an adult lion. At this moment, the wooden sword seemed to turn into the sharpest claws of the lion, and the desire and turbulence of fighting were fierce. He hid the tip of his sword, waiting for his opponent to be unable to withstand his slashing blow.

"Well done!"

Lu Mingfei shouted continuously, his muscular muscles comparable to Chu Zihang tensed almost instantly, the blood in his body boiled crazily, and his fighting spirit surged almost substantively!

boom!

There was a huge crisp sound, and the two bamboo knives were bent at an exaggerated angle. The tough blades had been deformed almost to the extreme due to the collision of the two huge forces. It seemed that if they moved forward one minute more, one of the half would be broken. The bamboo knife cracked and broke.

But neither Lu Mingfei nor Chu Zihang would retreat even half an inch. For these two proud brothers, there is no difference between retreat and defeat in the sword fight where strength meets strength. Their sword skills all follow the same principles. And pure philosophy.

Attack and advance, then go straight; if you press forward without hesitation, the defeated will be speechless!