Many years later, when I think of Master's words, his old man's face will emerge behind the kerosene lamp that night. The oil lamp is yellow and flutters with the wind. Master holds the sword hand and tightens it.
At that time, when I was young, I stood as high as Master's sword, and I just ate, slept and played with mud all day. I don't understand what unfinished business a man as powerful as Master has, but I should sigh after this sentence. His old face is wrinkled and scarred, and there are two lines of muddy tears. Take a closer look, and nose and saliva.
I once suspected that Master's brain had been hacked.
Master was said to be great because he was already the first swordsman in the world. Sitting in two huts with a peak of 40 square meters on Zangren Mountain, I do all the cooking and cleaning in chamber pot every day, and I can only sleep in the outhouse, that is, the living room, the kitchen and my bedroom. In summer, there are many mosquitoes.
He, on the other hand, will only sit at the back desk coldly, holding a drawn sword in his hand and never leaving his body.
Sometimes the challenger comes and slaps his head, leaving only two open windows and another cracked stool. The master has stood firmly in the middle of the yard.
I'll go. It is still the best in the world. Don't you know how to control the strength? I'm going to build a stool again My heart is full of resentment.
With such a thought, the soldier was already lying in the yard just now, and two friends at the door crept him away. The devil wears Prada master's costume and walks into the room, wearing a world-famous drawn sword around her waist, neat and neat, and the blade is tilted downward.
Gee, this is what Master always said about the sense of ritual.
The master's sword is called drawn. But I've never seen it drawn in front of a challenger, because Master is so powerful that no one deserves its sting. The three-foot green blade condenses cold light and no one tries to grind it.
At that time, I always thought that the reputation of being the best in the world belonged to Master, that the best sword in the world belonged to Master, and that the best swordsman in the future was also his apprentice. The best in the world is the dream of every teenager! He got everything, but why did he cry?
Teenagers don't know the taste of sadness, but they really don't.
Master said that life must be full of ritual. For example, the girls in "Spring Night Tower" wrap themselves in the brightest silk in the county every day, and daub all parts of their bodies with the best rouge gouache, even without moving their private parts. They are so charming and fragrant, which is their sense of ceremony. As a swordsman, our sense of ceremony is to wear a sword at all times, because a sword is everything to a swordsman. The so-called three feet above the god, low eyebrows and green forehead hanging waist. Sword, that's faith, you can't lose it. If you don't wear your sword correctly when you go out, you will die.
And I only remembered the first half of this paragraph. How on earth did this old thing know so clearly?
According to Jianghu legend, the master's swordsmen have been defeated by Demonbane alone, and have reached the realm of transformation. It is better to have a sword than not to be entangled in things. So drawn swords are mostly useless. I think the rust died in the scabbard.
They only guessed the first half correctly.
Whenever I teach me to practice sword, Master always shows me personally. I admit that he is really fierce. The pear flower with one hand brings rain, and the air in front often falls 50 feet away. A set of swordsmanship, four Qian Zhou clean, no ants, not to mention cut bamboo and trees.
Master, why don't you be gentle If this continues, Zang Blade Mountain will be bald. I leaned my head behind a hundred-year-old tree ten feet away and shouted to him because I was afraid of being cut into meat paste, just like those trees.
The drawn sword is so sharp.
At this time, Master stopped and asked me proudly: Son, who do you say you admire most?
Seek failure alone! I'm looking forward to it, silly answer.
I can't remember what happened afterwards, because I was exhausted after riding in the yard for two hours and fell asleep directly.
Later, when I asked Master if he really knew solo, he looked contemptuous.
Hum! Disappointing guy! Throw away all the swords at the end of the practice. What a swordsman!
This is not right. Finally, the old man dugu didn't get entangled in things. All plants, trees, bamboo and stones can be swords. There is no better sword than a sword. How awesome.
Master looked at me for a long time. When the mountain breeze blew over the bamboo leaves, he turned his back and said to me:
God, sword, you can't lose it. ...
That day, Master told me the story of Teacher Niang for the first time.
Master became famous when he was young, and there was no contest in the Jianghu. At that time, he was only listed as a master. After traveling in Jiangnan, I met my teacher's mother.
If the skin is solidified, it looks shy and charming, eyes will flow and eyebrows will hide a smile. Master was immediately attracted. A young woman, a young man in love with spring, suddenly felt the beauty of the world, was blessed by God, held hands and talked, and privately decided to live for life.
The rivers and lakes are famous, accompanied by beautiful women, which should have been a story.
If they hadn't happened to go for a spring outing in that valley.
Because there is solitary sword in the cave in that valley.
So, with Demonbane's moves, Master drew his sword and swept the Jianghu, unparalleled and heroic. Finally, I realized that I didn't have a sword or a move. Go out often remain uncorrupted, hands behind your back.
Teacher Niang always laughs at him and throws away all her swords. Why do you want to be a swordsman? I still like the way you hold the sword. You feel safe.
The host smiled. I can keep you safe without a sword now.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people are tired of fame. As a result, the seven masters appeared in unison, threatening the master with Jenny, handing over the scabbard sword and the solitary sword method, and cutting off the meridians themselves. Master was desperate to save people, leaving eight bodies with scars on his face.
Nine lives, to be exact Because teacher niang was pregnant that year.
If you don't wear a sword properly, you will be a Jianghu when you go out. I can't protect my wife and children after all.
Master screamed at the sky and plunged his unsheathed sword into a stone a foot deep. I finally understood the tears when he said this, and I also understood the hand holding the sword under the oil lamp.
Master also said that he met me that year. He saw my wooden basin in the stream of Zangdao Mountain. As a newborn, I don't cry or make trouble in the basin, and my little hand holds Master's thumb tightly.
The master said that I looked like his son. Although he was not born, I am what Master imagined him to be.
Master said he just wanted me to be plain and stay out of the Jianghu. So I lived in seclusion in Zang Blade Mountain and raised me.
Time flies, the trees on Zangdao Mountain are green and yellow, and they are dying brilliantly. My swordsmanship is better than Master's, and my drawn sword has changed hands.
Yes, it fits my style very well. I'm too old for a teacher.
Master laughed at my tall and straight posture.
God, go down the mountain and buy some wine and meat. Let's drink a pot today!
All right, master, I'll hit you with a sword during the day and kill you with wine at night. You wait.
Master smiled and put the drawn sword on me and patted me on the shoulder.
Wear a good sword. I am the best apprentice in the world. I can't just walk out of the Jianghu! Go ahead.
On the way down the mountain, I looked back at the hut. Master's white shirt was blown by the wind and her hair turned white. I couldn't see his face clearly, so I turned and floated down the hill.
The master is really old.
If I could start over, I would choose Li Bai. Bah, I won't choose this mountain. I want to choose a sword that doesn't need to be drawn by Master. I want to choose another way to celebrate. I want to choose to be with master. I want to choose master not to die.
People are always aroused by utilitarianism, and burning themselves will also burn others. The ashes left behind were blown by the wind and pounced on the people in the Jianghu.
The master went after all. In the fence yard in front of the hut, there were several bodies, one of which was once the best swordsman in the world.
I ate meat and drank alone that day. Master said that life should have a sense of ceremony. Eat meat and drink and wear swords. A swordsman lives like a sword and writes handsome words.
The wind is blowing in Zangren Mountain, and the bamboo is green again. Summer is here again, and there are many mosquitoes outside.
Okay, I'll put you in the back room.
I put on my sword, patted my clothes and walked out the door. The fire behind me hurt my back.
The hut has a door, which allows you to enter and exit.
But not in the Jianghu.
Jianghu never cares whether you wear a sword, let alone whether you are inside or outside. If you jump, you can't control yourself anymore.
This hidden blade mountain can't hide Master's blade. This unsheathed sword will be unsheathed eventually.
postscript
Many years later, I returned to Zang Renshan.
The flat land on the top of the mountain has long been lush. Fences, huts and owners have all become the flesh and blood of bamboo.
Maybe the old man will blame me, blame me for going down the mountain into the rivers and lakes, and blame me for avenging him. I hope he will jump out and give me a good beating. At that time, I will clean his clothes and put the sword on him with both hands.
What you get is worse than what you lose, and what you have is worse than what you miss.
Master won the first place in the world and lost his mistress.
I have the best sword in the world, but I miss Master very much.