The two had been waiting for two hours.The golden-faced Buddha didn't speak, and they could only wait in front of the stopping pool.Qiu Yidao stood quietly by the pool, looking at the pool as horizontal as a mirror, not angry or angry.But Sun Weiren's face was full of impetuousness, and he kept stomping his feet and sighing.Another half hour passed.Sun Weiren couldn't hold back anymore and said, "What's wrong with my father-in-law?
Why ......"
Qiu Yidao suddenly raised his hand and stopped Sun Weiren's words."
Young master, ...... you listen" Sun Weiren was startled, and saw Qiu Yidao's face full of solemnity.He closed his mouth and listened.In the air, there was only the sound of the wind blowing and rustling leaves.Sun Weiren disagreed: "Nothing?
”Qiu Yidao's face became more serious, and his eyes were fixed on the mountain.His slightly hunched waist also straightened up all of a sudden, with a sense of vigilance.Sun Weiren became more and more confused.He just felt the wind blowing slightly, a little more cold.Not far away, where the cold wind rises, the maple leaves flutter one after another, whirling and dancing with the wind.All this, as if the painter had poured cinnabar dye, was as red as blood.Such a poignant and beautiful scene, Sun Weiren, a layman, can't appreciate it.He pursed his lips, feeling bored.Sun Weiren's eyes have always been as sharp as a knife.He stared at the maple leaves flying in the wind, and the knife in his hand also rattled.This is because of the essence of the autumn knife, infused with the blade, so that the blade makes the sound of a dragon's groan."
Master Qiu, what's wrong with you?"
No matter how stupid Sun Weiren was, he finally saw Qiu Yidao's full body guard, and couldn't help but ask curiously."
Someone is practicing swords in the maple forest, and the sword intent is very powerful."
Qiu Yidao slowly exhaled and took two steps back.His forehead was covered in cold sweat."
It's so powerful, it's even reached the realm of sword spirit."
Sun Weiren didn't understand the meaning of Qiu Yidao, and said, "What is the meaning of the sword spirit?
”Qiu Yidao sighed, very helpless about Sun Weiren's ignorance.He said lightly: "In the martial arts, the blade is an extension of the martial artist's fists and feet. ”"Whether it is sword training or sword training, it is divided into four realms.""
The first realm is called Rongbing, the weapons you use, the light and heavy size, the material and the blade, you must know it well.""
With such a swing, the angle and amplitude of the attack must be accurate.""
And the second realm is the subtlety, you must be accurate to the size of your blade and the angle of attack to the extent of a few tenths and zeros.""
This is more accurate than any surgical surgeon's knife, and reaching such a state can already be described as miraculous."
He sighed and said with infinite admiration: "It is said that Wang Ziping, the master of the national arts, the master of the meridian stick, has reached the realm of subtlety. ”"With a swing of his stick, he can extinguish the incense head that is far away, and it is accurate."
Sun Weiren was dumbfounded when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "What about the two realms behind?"
”Qiu Yidao smiled bitterly: "The realm behind is almost impossible, most of them are just rumors." ”The third is psychic, the fourth is no soldier, psychic is the unity of man and sword, the sword is me, and I am the sword.""
And the absence of soldiers is even more mysterious, the unity of heaven and man, everything in the world can become a weapon to kill the enemy."
As he spoke, a few maple leaves fluttered towards him.The maple leaf was incomplete, and the incision was mutilated, apparently cut by a sharp weapon.Sun Weiren curiously stretched out his hand to grab the fluttering maple leaf.Qiu Yidao screamed: "I can't touch it, it's dangerous." ”Bang!
On the back of Sun Weiren's hand, blood burst out.The fluttering maple leaves actually cut through his skin, the scars were very deep, and the blood splashed out like a fountain.At this time, more maple leaves fell to this side.Sun Weiren grinned in pain and covered the back of his hand.He watched countless maple leaves fall, and couldn't help but scream loudly, his eyes full of fright.Autumn took a deep breath.With a flash of cold light, his knife struck.The knife snaked out a lightning-like knife light in the air, shattering countless maple leaves.The blood-colored maple leaves were scattered on the ground one after another.Sun Weiren had severe pain in the back of his hand, and he was horrified inexplicably: "Why is this maple leaf so powerful?"
”Qiu Yidao took a deep breath, and the knife flickered between his fingers.He said lightly: "These maple leaves, all of them were stirred by the sword intent and flew out. ”"On the maple leaf, there is still a sharp sword intent remaining, which can kill.""
Nima, such a powerful ......"
Sun Weiren was startled, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking frightened.He muttered, "Who is it that practices swords in the maple forest of my father-in-law?"
”Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed on his face: "Oh my God, is it the Three Swords?"
”Qiu Yidao's expression was solemn, and he said lightly: "Within the mountain province, there are only three swords that can have such a high and profound sword intent, and he is finally out of the customs." ”As early as three years ago, Sun Weiren had heard of the reputation of the Three Swords.He is a golden-faced Buddha, a super-first-class player.But Sun Weiren had never seen them.And now, finally being able to see the demeanor of the three swords, Sun Weiren's heart was suddenly excited.Qiu Yidao has been thinking for a longer time than he has thought."
At this time, Sanjian chose to go out, is it for the sake of Yannan's underground world?"
As soon as this thought popped up in his heart, he shook his head and vetoed it.Yang Fei is just a scumbag of bright and energetic products.Although his speed is incredibly fast, he lacks strength and is still just a third-rate martial artist.With a top master like Sanjian, if he came forward in person to deal with Yang Fei, it would be just a slaughtering knife used to kill chickens.With the style of the golden-faced Buddha, he would never do that.In the maple forest, a man with a short figure of five years, in his thirties, stood in the maple forest.He was in the middle of the boundless falling leaves, his eyes were lowered, and his face was extremely calm.This man with a big head and five short statures.If you walk on the street, you are really ordinary, and you may even be ridiculed.However, at this moment, with a sword in his hand, he has an indescribable majesty and momentum.At this moment, he seemed to be a god who ruled over all living beings.A sword can level the world, and a sword can break life and death.Man is the king of a hundred soldiers, and he who wields a sword is also noble and majestic.Only a martial artist who has practiced his sword to the extreme will have such a heroic aura and noble meaning on his body.This person is the number one master under the golden-faced Buddha.Three swords!
Three, it's his name, this swordsman, no name and no surname.In his opinion, between heaven and earth, there is nothing more important than sword cultivation.Even the name is just a code name.So, he called three.In modern society, no one can reach the realm of such an obsession as the Three Swords.After all, a swordsman is also a human being, and he has to eat and dress, and he is the same flesh and blood, with seven emotions and six desires.However, the three swords were lucky.All his living expenses were provided by the golden-faced Buddha.And he only needs to do one thing.That is to kill the person whom the golden-faced Buddha wants to get rid of.He is the sharpest sword in the hands of the golden-faced Buddha.