Chapter 3 chapter 2

The night after lingering. Hanging in the yard is a jug of low-quality sake that has just been warmed, but the aroma is very beautiful. The girl lay on Musashi's chest, listening to Musashi's heartbeat. "A Tong?" "I have not slept yet." "This time I met a monk, and his stick was very powerful." Musashi Yuyou recalled: "I never thought that a stick could also pierce trees and crush stones... almost, my heart Just stopped." "Fortunately not." Atong smiled. As long as Musashi is still around, it doesn't matter how many thrilling experiences he tells.

Because he lay peacefully under his ears, more obedient than a cat. Musashi then spoke of his duel with Hozoin Yinshun in the most exaggerated tone possible. Baozangyuan Yinshun is the true disciple of Baozangyuan Yinrong, the spear god of a generation. Yinrong's marksmanship has been passed on to Yinshun without reservation.Yinshun was only twenty-five years old, and he was recognized as a martial arts genius. No matter how ordinary a move was on his stick, its power would be several times stronger. In martial arts monasteries like Baozangyuan, there are several brazen warriors coming to challenge them every day, and Musashi is one of them.Of course, almost all were rejected.

Unable to seek a meeting, Musashi simply hacked open the thick gate of the monastery in a vulgar way, and forced a chance to confront Baozangyuan Yinshun to the death. Musashi used a real sword, and Hozoin Yinshun also added a spear point to the stick. Although it was a fight for life and death, it ended in such a way that neither of them hurt the other's life. "If I hadn't used the wound on my shoulder in the middle of the duel, in exchange for the opportunity to cut off the head of his gun with a single knife, when his stick hit me, it would definitely not just be a broken rib." Musashi pointed out On the right rib, there is a round red scorched mark.

A Tong opened his eyes wide: "Really!" His fingers scraped on it. Musashi was a little proud, and said: "The monk not only has great strength on the stick, but also has first-class speed. At the critical moment, I attacked almost a hundred times in a row, and he blocked them all." "But don't you use a knife?" "I forgot to mention that his stick is not a wooden stick that is usually used for practice, but it is made of refined iron. It is very heavy. I didn't expect that the monk looked thin and small, but he had such supernatural power. We were right a lot Once, that force almost knocked my knife off."

"Then how did you win?" "Later..." Musashi got up mysteriously, showing a childish expression. Atong sat up and watched Musashi stride to the open space in front of the gate which could barely be called the yard. Pulling out the samurai sword that had been stabbed in the yard with several gaps, he casually blew off the dirt on it, and Musashi raised the samurai sword high, facing a hundred-year-old cherry tree.Exhale, breathe. "Unexpectedly, when I was dealing with the bald monk, I accidentally discovered a secret. I think, someone must have understood it before... No, it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a martial skill just by understanding."

Seven steps away from the cherry tree, Musashi exuded a strong murderous aura. The murderous aura made A-Tong involuntarily hold his breath. With a loud shout, Musashi slashed out. The tip of the knife pointed to the ground. "..." Musashi narrowed his eyes, looking at the motionless cherry tree. "..." Atong stretched his neck and looked at the cherry tree that Musashi was looking at. Nothing happened. "It felt a bit wrong just now." Musashi blushed. "Yeah." Atong suppressed a smile. Musashi gathered his murderous aura again, and this time the murderous aura gathered quickly and urgently.

Without waiting, and without yelling this time, Musashi slashed out quickly with a single blow. The sound of the knife cutting through the air was astonishing, but the cherry tree that seemed to be destroyed was still there. "Again." Musashi's ears were also red. "Come on!" Atong encouraged. So before Musashi could think, his body had already swung the next knife. This knife is equally terrifying, if it hits it, it will definitely be cut in half. But... the cherry tree was still intact. Musashi strikes again. Another cut. Finally, at the seventh cut, I don't know if it was unintentional to add some skills, or to get rid of some cumbersome skills just used. In short, a "sword energy" that can't be seen by the naked eye shot out along the front edge, killing The whole tree was cut off!

Atong was too surprised to speak. It's not that I didn't think that this big tree would be injured, but it was completely unexpected when it fell down. It is exactly the same as the result of Musashi directly swinging the knife to cut the tree, and it will not hurt the blade. A Tong, who doesn't even have any martial arts skills, knows this kind of move, how amazing it is! "Amazing!" Musashi laughed loudly, the hand holding the knife continued to feel the residual strength. Running all the way back, he didn't just run and sleep. Musashi repeatedly slashed from all angles, desperately trying to remember how he made that winning and lucky strike.

...No clue at all, the conclusion is completely blank. "This knife must have killed that monk, right?" Atong walked to the door. "No, he was also very lucky. I didn't swing the knife at a very good angle at that time." Musashi swung the knife again, of course without sword energy: "It's just that the power of the knife energy is very powerful - just like what you just saw That way, the monk was only lightly brushed by the saber energy, but was still seriously injured." After a pause, Musashi thought to himself: Although the angle was not good, any part of the monk's body that the mighty saber energy swept should cut him in half immediately.When it comes to strength, none of the saber qi slashes I practiced repeatedly along the way were as powerful as the one I accidentally used when I was dealing with the monk... Musashi knew this very well.

He could cut down a big tree and a big rock, but he couldn't penetrate the monk's body... Certainly, that monk must have used some kind of mysterious power to protect himself, but it is definitely not the divine power of Amitabha like Buddha's blessing, but a kind of "Qi".It is said that there is a kind of martial arts in China called "hard qigong", which may have something to do with it. Well, when the monk fell down, I didn't bother to go over and cut off his head to end the duel, but was frightened by the knife I just swung... Maybe he thought I deliberately spared his life.

That's right, the next time you go out, go to Baozangyuan to visit the little monk who must be recovering from his injuries, and ask him what kind of martial arts he is practicing?That little monk is not like his master who keeps a straight face all day and is easy to talk... "What are you thinking?" Atong looked at Musashi standing there blankly, feeling indescribably satisfied in his heart. "Now that out of ten knives are cut out, probably only one can have such power, which is not enough to be used in actual combat." Musashi regained his senses, swung his katana again, and said, "Relying on such immature moves is undoubtedly asking for death. !" As he said that, without waiting for Atong to reply, Musashi slashed more than a hundred knives towards the void in a fast and unsurpassed manner. Rather than saying it was too fast, it was more appropriate to say it was too fierce. Like fireworks, the process of the knife rising and falling is completely unclear. About three of them cut out the knife energy, but the range is not as far as just now, but it is longer than the original knife length.Musashi can feel it himself without relying on the broken tree. It can be seen that the power erupted by concentrating on one strike is far more interesting than continuous quick cuts. But this is not acceptable, you must be able to use new moves in any state... "Before I set off next time, I want to exercise this wonderful power to the level I want." "you can." Musashi stuck the knife in the yard again, and strode towards Atong. The two sat together under the eaves. Seeing that Atong's body was a bit cold, Musashi went back to the room and picked up the quilt to wrap her around her from behind. "A Tong, the outside world is so big, there are all kinds of powerful people, all kinds of miraculous martial arts." "Ok." "A move like the one I just had is definitely not the first skill I have developed. There must be more monsters who have practiced that move before me, or a more powerful move. You know, I am using a knife When Qi cut down the monk, his master, that old guy named Yin Rong, didn't show any surprise at all, but just...'Oh, so that's how it is'." Musashi was eloquent, gesticulating: "I think this is the most incredible part of the way of martial arts. If you look at the road I am walking, and then know that this road has already been walked by, you will be very unwilling at this time. I would think, compared to me when they stepped into this position, did I come too late? Is there no problem with my qualifications? If I continue to walk, am I always repeating the life and understanding that others have gone through? Are all the martial arts that others have already understood?" Atong's head rested gently on Musashi's shoulder. "Every time I get very angry, I say, one day, I must rush to places where these people have never gone, and see the scenery that these old guys have never seen in their entire lives. Hehe, only I can see it! "When Musashi said these words, he was not a warrior with great ambitions, but more like a child. "It's so interesting just listening to you." "..." Musashi was a little moved. The passionate words I just said are not as good as A Tong's ordinary words. only…… "Aren... aren't you afraid that I will die?" Musashi said awkwardly. "As long as you become unparalleled in the world, you won't die." Atong looked at him innocently. "..." Musashi stared blankly at his woman. No, his goddess. "Hurry up and become that kind of man, my Musashi!" Atong said with a smile. This is, what a love! Musashi hugged Atong tightly to prevent her from seeing his ugly tears. "No problem! As long as you continue to become stronger, there will be no problem!" Musashi hugged him so tightly that Atong could hardly breathe. Only when the tears were dry did Musashi let go of the poor Atong who was about to suffocate. The two of them went back to bed, sleeping with their arms around each other like two puppies. Atong touched Musashi's rough face covered with stubble, prickly, and touched it well. "Musashi, if there is reincarnation, I really want to touch your face like this again in my next life." Atong said pitifully. Musashi smiled. Only in front of this girl, he is like this. Those who fought against him would never agree, they all agreed that Musashi was an arrogant demon. "At that time, you can't forget me." Atong said in a low voice: "Even if Atong is a little maid, he is happy to serve Musashi behind, so you can do it happily. want to do." "I'm not good enough for you," Musashi said sincerely. Even holding her small face, he was afraid that the dirt in his nails would stain her. The two hadn't spoken for a long time, Atong's sleepiness gradually deepened, and Ren Musashi patted her lightly. Every time Musashi comes back, Atong sleeps very well.She really likes being patted to sleep. "Remember the day we met?" Musashi stroked Atong's hair. Atong didn't reply, but moved slightly. "I was floating in the water at that time, it was very cold, so cold that I thought there was no way to die like this, and my consciousness was very clear." Musashi kissed Atong's slightly hot cheek, and recalled: "At that time, I thought, if If I don't die like this, I can definitely become an unparalleled man in the world...but I can't move at all." "It's great, you have such good self-confidence." Atong said vaguely. "Thank you, I really can." There was no way for Musashi to say more nasty words. That is: I must become unparalleled in the world to match you.So I will, definitely. Atong curled up on Musashi's body and gradually fell asleep. Musashi couldn't fall asleep. He is so happy. "As long as you become unparalleled in the world, you won't die." Musashi's tears flowed down again. 〖Millennium failure Fate: Emotional Survival: 900 years Symptoms: The host is usually an invincible overlord in a certain field, such as a star with a billion-dollar contract, an all-powerful boxer, an ignorant gambler at the poker table, a genius who has never scored less than 100 points in an exam, etc. , the most critical failure in a certain game or exam.And with a crushing defeat, it is almost impossible to turn the tables in life. Traits: Miserable to the extreme, the failure of the host will be discussed as a classic case, everyone will discuss your failure story with great interest, use various analysis diagrams to summarize the reasons for your failure, and kindly conclude what your failure has brought to the world positive impact.It is simply a defeat that has been passed down through the ages. Evolution: Great Defeat〗