The people around were anxious to see the child, but Qing'er said quirkyly: "Young master, how old is the young grandma? Are you beautiful?"
"I really don't know how old I am, but I'm not bad at all." Lu Ming said lightly: "She is actually the No. 2 Saint of Sword Hall who wants to kill me."
"What? The Saint of Sword Hall? The one who married you was the Saint of Sword Hall?" The Saint of Destruction shook all over, and the tea bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground. He took it a few consecutive times before he could hold it firmly. He immediately exclaimed: "You kid, the Saint of Sword Hall, I don't know how many geniuses in the country stared at the eyes of hungry wolf. I didn't expect you to marry it silently. I think you are really a blessing in disguise!"
The old sword master also sighed incrediblely: "The previous life-and-death enemy has become a family now. Life is really a turn of things! And you and the saint's child, Doudou, have to take it back quickly and show it to me. Maybe he has some special talents!"
Everyone thought it made sense when they heard it. One was a genius swordsman, and the other was only three saints in the country. They were all elites, and the children they gave birth to must be extraordinary!
Everyone talked about the saint and the child. Mr. Lu finally decided to find a Huang Daoji and went to take back his daughter-in-law and grandson.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently. After how long it took to come into contact, he naturally understood the old man's feelings towards his children and grandchildren. However, he frowned and said, "Father, I have many doubts about asking you about these things happening at home, but I will ask again after a while."
"Young Master, you have just come back, what are you going to do?" Hearing Lu Ming's words, Qing'er's two beautiful eyebrows immediately twisted into a rope.
"That's not." Lu Ming sighed: "For the past year, I have been in a very special state, thus gaining a new understanding of kendo. This feeling is very useful to me, so I urgently need to go into seclusion now, but it doesn't take a few days to complete it."
The Destruction Sword Saint's eyes immediately lit up and he said, "Since that's the case, that shouldn't be delayed for that quarter of an hour, go quickly."
Lu Ming held the trace of insight tightly in his mind, then nodded calmly and walked towards the secret room of his courtyard.
The old sword master looked at his disciple's strong back and showed a gratitude on his face. Lu Ming, the child, came back in time and showed a very different method than a year ago. Although his sword realm did not increase much, the whole person gave people the feeling that he had changed and became even more incomprehensible.
The old sword master knew that this was not something that the sword realm could represent, but that the entire human and sword realm had been sublimated. Now it seems that the disappearance and amnesia this year made him realize many wonderful existences.
Nangong Huajian shook his head gently, and a wry smile appeared on his slightly vicissitudes of life. Once upon a time, he had always been named a genius. After a long time, he also thought so, but after spending so long with Lu Ming, he knew what a real genius is. However, what he knew should not be the deepest, and those dead killers knew him better! But the difference is that he still had a chance.
Lu Ming walked into the secret room silently and pressed the mechanism beside the door. The thick door immediately closed in a desolate sound. He walked forward calmly, his eyes did not look at the bed in the secret room, nor at the jewelry piled up beside him. If he looked closer, he would find that his eyes had no focus at all, but it also included the vast earth, starry sky, and even everything.
Lu Ming seemed to have entered a state of unknown importance, as if he was sleepwalking, not moved by external objects, and sat cross-legged on the stone floor in the secret room, and his eyes like starry sky closed.
As soon as Lu Ming sat down, his breathing immediately adjusted to the state of breathing, and the true qi flowed slowly. His body almost instinctively began to recover the true qi consumed in the battle just now, and his brain that restored memory began to rotate.
From the moment I first picked up the sword and pursued the sword, what I learned was how to pick up the sword and how to hold the sword. I must not put down the sword. This has reached a consensus among many excellent sword techniques.
However, the best realm of swords is to forget the sword!
Forget the sword, you will be able to have no sword in your hand and no sword in your heart, but you are holding the sword!
But you clearly hold the sword, how can you forget the sword?
Lu Ming frowned slightly. He had comprehended several times in his previous life, but whether he was practicing or traveling, he could not ignore the existence of a sword every time, because it was a kind of unforgettable instinct that people and swords worked together for many years, and it was related to life's powerful instinct.
Swords, for any swordsman, are the first life!
If a swordsman loses his sword, it is equivalent to losing his life. Only when the sword is in the human world can it be. This makes sense whether it is on the earth or the sword energy continent.
But with such a deep-rooted instinct, how can you forget the sword?
Lu Ming frowned again. After years of study, forgetting sword is definitely a state of state, not a false state. Lu Ming’s personal feeling, forgetting sword is like chaos is just like chaos is just beginning to open. You can’t see the sky, but there is a sky, you step on the earth, but you can’t realize that it is the earth.
In human perception, everything is hazy, seemingly there is nothing, but it seems to be connected to each other.
This is forgetting sword!
When the swordsman reaches the realm of forgetting swords, his eyes cannot see the sword, and his heart cannot feel the sword. At this time, all his entire person feels is flaw!
Yes, it is a flaw. Whether it is swordsmanship or swordsmanship, there will be a point when using swordsmanship, which is to use the force point of a fatal sword.
If there is emphasis, there will be neglect. In order to cover up this point, the swordsman will inevitably use false moves, otherwise this sword will be useless.
Unless your sword realm is completely superior to the opponent, no matter how weak your opponent is, you know how to advance and retreat. If you are too strong, your opponent will retreat. However, in the killer, the opponent's escape means that the mission fails.
Therefore, whether it is a swordsman or a killer, when he performs his swordsmanship, he will inevitably carry fatal attacks, tempting traps, and a backup plan to protect himself. If one or two is missing, it will be impossible to become a swordsman.
For swordsmen who have reached the realm of Forget Sword, all sword techniques will appear in their shape under the eyes of Forget Sword, just like... Bamboo in the wind, no matter how many fallen leaves are rolled up by the strong wind, the wind will arrive first, and when the leaves arrive later, the bamboo will move with the wind, avoiding the attack of falling leaves. When it rebounds, its power is unexpected, and the leaves will naturally be crushed to pieces.
Lu Ming's frown gradually loosened, and his heart also opened from chaos, and instantly opened to thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, just like in a small space, directly displacing it to the top of the snow peak. The artistic conception under his heart was completely inconsistent.
It was originally based on my plan and it took several years to comprehend to reach this level, but over the past year, I have unexpectedly lost my memory and reached the point where I got the sword and forgot the sword. This feeling is very useful to me now.
But now I am lost and gained the sword again.
Lu Ming was trapped in memories. In a year, he farmed, chopped wood, and became an assassin. Although he was very busy, he had never passed the exam like today. He had practiced. This was a very leisurely and relaxed year since his practice.
This kind of life can only be enjoyed when you lose your memory.
However, Lu Ming also clearly remembered that his leisure time was the wooden sword.
At that time, there were already hundreds of wooden swords that I cut, and each sword would be different when it was formed. After all, I didn’t have anything to do deliberately at that time. Everything was just based on my own feelings, and I could not do it in a state of waking. Following the feeling, I was silently looking for the deepest question in my mind, that is: "What is the sword?"
In the eyes of laymen, swords are weapons, powerful weapons that can kill people, and many swordsmen's cognition is still limited to this!
But in the hearts of insiders, to be precise, among swordsmen who have a certain understanding of swordsmanship, swords are spirit, thoughts, killing, will, and life!
Lu Ming often asked himself: "Swords represent so many, but does swords have feelings? Does swords have souls?"
Lu Ming’s first answer is that sword is a sword; however, the second answer is that sword art is free in people’s hearts!
The sword reflects what people think.
This sword is in Lu Ming's hands, which is pursuit, progress and touching.
With a sword in hand, Lu Ming stepped on the sword path, smashing all the roadblockers, never giving up, and moving forward bravely.
And a year later, Lu Ming recovered his memory and found that home is still home, people are still people, and heart is still heart. He was really moved, and the heart of a sword was already trembling.
This is Lu Ming, who integrates killing and touching into one, a swordsman with blood, righteousness and affection. Although he is not good at expressing himself, this is the truth.
And Lu Ming has no answer to what life is, it is just a sword.
At this moment, hundreds of wooden swords in Lu Ming's brain appeared in his shape, circling back and forth, and Lu Ming kept observing each wooden sword, finding out the existence he needed, and constantly experiencing it.
Gradually, Lu Ming found the most satisfying wooden sword he had cut, which was a basswood sword.
Basswood is loose and soft, and can easily be peeled out under a sharp hatchet, but Lu Ming knew that this kind of wood is often the most difficult to modify, and this wooden sword with corresponding length, smooth lines, and just matched the tension, reached its peak state when he was cutting the wooden sword.
Although it is completely different from the wooden swords that are being cut now, it has shown an opportunity in that process.
Every cutting, every line, and even every shape of the slit of wood chips, all reappeared in Lu Ming's brain, and a trace of perception was formed. (To be continued.)