Cheng Zhiyuan pulled out the Xiaoqi sword. Seeing the sharp green blade, he slowly touched the sword body with his hand.

"The sword, also known as Qinglu, has a long sword and a long sword. It has double edges. Anyone with double edges will definitely hurt himself."

"This is similar to people. You can be kind to others, or you can kill them at the same place if you don't agree with them. The sword is the blade of the heart. It hurts others and also hurts yourself."

The two swordsmen's eyes moved slightly, thoughtfully, holding their breath and concentrating, waiting for Cheng Zhiyuan's next words.

"Killing and saving people is just a thought. A sword will not hurt people on its own, but it has the ability to hurt people. Since you were born to be a soldier, you were born to kill. No matter how you polish it, this is a sword.

The murder weapon."

"However, for the sake of chasing cruelty, you abandoned the meaning of the weapon itself. Do you think that Emperor Xuanyuan forged a sword, but why is this weapon sharpened on both sides?"

Cheng Zhiyuan's hand grabbed the Xiaoqi sword. The sword trembled slightly, and the sharp blade tore a long and narrow gap in Cheng Zhiyuan's palm.

The blood trickled down, and the stinging pain penetrated deep into his heart, making Cheng Zhiyuan understand that he was indeed alive now.

The two swordsmen looked at this scene with confusion, wondering why Cheng Zhiyuan wanted to hurt himself.

"Are things like swords used to kill enemies?"

Cheng Zhiyuan asked the two swordsmen, and the sack-clothed swordsman nodded: "Of course it is used to kill enemies, to kill them in an upright manner."

The swordsman in blue shirt nodded: "Of course it is used to kill enemies, to kill enemies without being noticed."

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes were focused on the sword: "Yes, of course this weapon is used for killing people, but if it is just for killing people, wouldn't it be better to let it have a separate edge, such as a knife?"

"When you swing the knife, you can't hurt yourself."

After saying these words, both swordsmen were stunned, but Cheng Zhiyuan still held the Xiaoqi sword in his left hand, and red blood dripped from the gaps between his fingertips, dripping on the grass.

"Of course it's because weapons like swords are not only used to hurt people, but also to warn yourself."

Cheng Zhiyuan's tone was calm: "Huang Emperor Xuanyuan forged a weapon like the sword not only to defeat Chi You, but also to warn himself that he should remember how the world came to be and how he defeated other opponents. Don't be stupid.

Don’t be ignorant, don’t be cruel and cruel.”

"Every moment, as long as you hold the sword, you can understand what is right, what is wrong, and what you should not do."

"The meaning of the sword is given by people. A gentleman. What is a gentleman? He is upright and wise, respected by others, and treats good with good and evil with evil!"

Among the two swordsmen, the Maid swordsman seems to have realized something, and his eyes are shining brighter!

He became more solemn and attentive, unwilling to miss a word, like a young boy listening to the Master's lecture in the school.

Cheng Zhiyuan's voice was neither urgent nor slow, with an inexplicable attraction.

It is as clear as a cold pool, three feet frozen, making people unable to take their eyes away.

"A gentleman is based on his position, and his actions are not restricted by the inside and outside. He is originally rich and noble, and his actions are not based on wealth and poverty. He is based in the northeast, and his actions are not based on east, west, south, and north. He is based on hardships, and his actions are not based on ease and hardship. Wherever a gentleman goes, he will win!"

"Be close to the gentleman and stay away from the villain. The sword belongs to the gentleman. He who holds the sword is like meeting a gentleman."

The expressions of the two swordsmen changed. They were greatly shocked when they heard the sound, like thunder from the sky, deafening. The swordsman in sackcloth was extremely excited, and he said excitedly: "Yes! This is, this is the true gentleman and the villain.

The true meaning of it!”

"Thank you sir for teaching me!"

His expression became extremely respectful, shocking Cheng Zhiyuan to a heavenly being, while the expression of the other swordsman in blue changed. Although he was also shocked by this speech, he was still confused and asked:

"Who told you this, or is it your own imagination?"

Cheng Zhiyuan slowly let go of the sword in his hand and shook his head calmly: "I just think about the problem from the perspective of a swordsman, thinking about why Huangdi made swords, such as this kind of double-edged weapon that can hurt others and himself.

, what is the real meaning contained in it.”

The expression of the swordsman in blue suddenly changed drastically, and he said angrily:

"You...then you mean that my swordsmanship is inferior, so I am not a gentleman, but a villain?"

"Absurd! I once heard the sword sage giving a lecture in the sea of ​​pear flowers. The sage once said that the sword has no constant momentum, and the technique has no shape. It is held in the hand and comes out from the front. It knows where it will land. With all the sword intentions, as long as it hits the target,

This is the meaning of superiority. Even gentlemen and villains are going to kill the enemy, so what methods do they need to pay attention to!"

Clang!

His green sleeves fluttered, and he suddenly drew his sword and said angrily: "If I kill you here with one blow of my sword, why are you talking to me about being a gentleman and a villain?"

The sword in Cheng Zhiyuan's hand shook. He looked at the swordsman in green and said softly: "Gentlemen and villains all decide according to their hearts. If you really want to kill me, it's not because you are angry and want to differentiate yourself. You just hope to get something."

If you have the power of words, then you can draw your sword."

The blue-shirted swordsman was trembling all over and furious: "You really think you are a saint!"

Cheng Zhiyuan said: "You have said it. The Sword Saint said that the sword should be held in the hand, come out from the front, and know where it will land. Now you are so angry and want to kill me, then I ask you, do you want to kill me?"

Where am I?"

The green-robed swordsman was suddenly startled, and said angrily: "I'll cut... wherever I don't cut!"

The sword in his hand is raised!

But the next moment, Cheng Zhiyuan's sword suddenly touched the center of his eyebrows!

Just like when the sword god boy first met Cheng Zhiyuan.

A trace of bright red blood slowly fell, and the sword made a fierce sound. In contrast, the sword in the hand of the swordsman in blue made a dark buzzing sound, and stayed stiffly in the air, as if it had let out a breath of energy.

Became a little depressed.

The red lips turned white, the swordsman in blue turned red, and his whole body was shaking violently. Cheng Zhiyuan took back his sword, shook his head and said: "If I want to kill you, I will cut off your eyebrows, and then cut off your head. What a weird light, one sword strike,

It’s hard for people to react, where are there so many twists and turns?”

"A gentleman fights good against good, and evil against evil. In the battle of spirits and anger, you must also know where the sword falls. After listening to your words, I understand that you have not understood the true meaning of what the sword master said.

"

A trace of pity rose in Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes:

"Knowing the surface but not knowing the reason is like playing the harp to an ox or listening to music to a hozen."

Yes, isn't this a very simple and easy-to-understand truth? The moment the blue-shirted swordsman spoke the words of the sword master, Cheng Zhiyuan understood what the sword master was talking about.

Don't be blinded by your own conscience, you must know exactly where the tip of the sword is pointing.

This sword may be long, it may be short, it may be like light, it may be like rain, but it will eventually fall, whether it is to the corners of clothes swaying in the breeze, or to the rolling rivers.

The blue-shirted swordsman's face was pale. The swordsman's words, Cheng Zhiyuan's explanation, and his own understanding were all intertwined, but his deep intuition told him that Cheng Zhiyuan might be right.

This kind of guilt, this kind of anger, this kind of complex and powerless emotions, so far, practicing swordsmanship is just a twist, and it has never been straight, so what is the use of practicing swordsmanship till now!

When you are angry at someone, you hold a sword to kill, but in the blink of an eye, someone points the sword between your eyebrows. Life or death is not up to you!

What a shame, what a tragedy!

The swordsman in green shirt became angrier and more resentful as he thought about it. As if he was in a dead end, he suddenly grasped the sword in his hand, raised his arms, and pointed the sword at his own neck!

Clang!

The expression of the swordsman in sackcloth changed with fright, and he suddenly came to save people. However, just a second before his sword arrived, Cheng Zhiyuan's sword had already fallen on the sword body of the swordsman in green!

The sword was thrown away by a blow, and the Maid Swordsman's sword arrived belatedly at this time. This situation made the latter extremely horrified.

Cheng Zhiyuan drew the sword as fast as he had just pointed the sword between Qing Shi's brows!

The swordsman in sackcloth did not need to think carefully to understand that if we only talked about speed and not the power of the sword, Cheng Zhiyuan might be far above his means. Not to mention killing people, even saving people was slow by a hair. He had to admit it. It was true.

I am willing to admit defeat.

"It is true that only this kind of master can speak the words of heaven and man that the sword is like a gentleman, warning oneself, killing people and saving others, with just a thought."

He put away his admiration for Cheng Zhiyuan, then looked at the swordsman in blue and said angrily: "Jing Ke, how can you kill yourself without even saying a few words? How can you be so weak-minded?"

The sword of the swordsman in blue fell to the ground. He looked miserable, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Cheng Zhiyuan looked at him with a puzzled expression:

"It's just a sword discussion, why is it like this?"

The swordsman in green shirt said angrily: "I am like a beef cow, and even more so a hozen. I am ashamed of the sword master's teachings. How can I not die?"

Cheng Zhiyuan shook his head: "There is also a time for oxen to achieve enlightenment, and there is also a time for hozens to dance with sticks. Anyone holding a sword should not talk about death easily."

The swordsman in green shirt looked at the sword in his hand and stabbed it into the grass and soil!
Chapter completed!