President's bodyguard

"I'll go, thanks to my wit." Wang Huai thought to himself.

So Wang Huai took out the Qingming Token, "How do I open it?"

"Look at it, there is a gap on each scroll, you can open the scroll by putting the Qingming Token in it," said the little princess.

Without hesitation, Wang Huai directly put Qing Mingling in.

"buzz"

For a moment, Wang Huai seemed to hear a sword chant, and then the boundless sword energy enveloped the entire space in an instant, Wang Huai felt as if he was in the shadow of thousands of swords, no, it should be that he seemed to have been integrated into the sword body among.

The scroll gradually opened, Wang Huai stood there, staring intently, he seemed to see a cliff, beyond the cliff was boundless darkness, as if it was the end of the world, and on that cliff, there was a figure standing there , is a man with messy long hair and tattered dark robes. At first glance, he looks a bit casual, but he doesn't show any sense of distress or downfall. Chic and uninhibited.

The man held a branch in his hand, slowly raised his hand, and waved it slowly towards the dark void in front of him. The movement was very slow, so slow that Wang Huai could clearly see every detail and every trajectory of him.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe" The man swiped the branch several times in mid-air, and actually wrote the character "Sword" with sword energy, and then the sword character stayed in the void for a while, and then slowly dissipated.

Wang Huai closed his eyes. He was thinking, reminiscing about the man's simple strikes just now, chopping horizontally and chopping vertically, just like the movements of a child who just started learning swords. Thinking about it is endless.

"The great way is simple, the sound is rare, maybe many swordsmen have embarked on a path of pursuit that is not a mistake, but it is not perfect. They pursue the most perfect moves, the most complicated swordsmanship, and the most tricky. Sword moves, looking for the most advanced sword, everyone knows, in fact, the strongest is the simplest. As for the sword, a real swordsman can raise his hand to make a sword, a branch, a piece of wood, or even a leaf can be a sword. One cut, one lift and one turn are all extremely fast swordsmanship, and will not be subject to fixed moves, as long as you have the heart, you will have swordsmanship, endless."

Wang Huai raised his right hand with his eyes closed, stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and moved slowly in mid-air. He was writing, and he wanted to write a character, a sword character.

He imagined the man's movements just now, learning his movements, one stroke at a time, writing very slowly, with nine sword strokes, every time Wang Huai made a stroke, Wang Huai felt as if he was practicing an extremely exquisite sword technique.

The little princess stood there, watching Wang Huai silently, without speaking.

"Swipe" Wang Huai dropped his fingers vertically, and wrote the eighth stroke of the sword character.

"Huh..." Wang Huai let out a heavy breath, only feeling that his body was already soaked in his own sweat, and it was just writing a word in the air, so it took so much effort?Wang Huai couldn't believe it.

"There is one last touch." Wang Huai raised his hand again, but found that his arm was as heavy as a thousand catties, and it was difficult to move at all.

"What's the matter, why can't I move?" Wang Huai was a little surprised. He exhausted all his strength, but he only moved his right hand half a minute, and then it was difficult to move.

"From the moment you started to imitate, you have been wrong, and you are destined to fail to complete this sword." A voice sounded in Wang Huai's mind.

"Who are you?" Wang Huai asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you have to know who you are, you are yourself, an independent person, your sword should only belong to you, and you should not imitate others, other people's swordsmanship No matter how good it is, it’s someone else’s, you can’t learn it, even if you learn it, it’s just the appearance, his essence, his perception you can’t learn.”

"En?" The other party's words made Wang Huai feel enlightened.

"Swordsmanship has always been something that does not exist. When the sword comes out, it is the swordsmanship. When the sword is drawn, it is also the sword move. Once it is drawn and drawn, the way of the sword is endless. The real swordsmanship is not static, but constantly evolving and improving. One day, when you no longer need swordsmanship, or even a sword, you may be able to learn real swordsmanship."

"One out and one in, all are swordsmanship?" Wang Huai said to himself, "The sword belongs to oneself only, shouldn't you imitate others?"

It was silent again, after a long silence, suddenly, Wang Huai's immovable right hand turned, and he, who originally wanted to lift it into the air and then make the last stroke, suddenly chopped up with both fingers.

"Swish"

The last stroke was completed. It should have been written from top to bottom, but Wang Huai actually wrote it from bottom to top. How, this stroke, Wang Huai wrote it down!
"Thank you" Wang Huai said to Void, if it wasn't for that voice pointing him out, I'm afraid it would take a lot of time for Wang Huai to realize this level.

"Forget it thanks. This is just an introduction to the way of swordsmanship. If you don't even understand this point, you don't need to practice swords. Next, you can see for yourself, how much you can understand, and how much." That figure appeared again, still holding a branch, dancing slowly.

The first word "sword"

The second word "None"

The third word "day"

"Jian Wutian?" Looking at these three words, Wang Huai felt a monstrous aura. Does this sword even care about the sky?What kind of momentum and what kind of arrogance is this?
At this time, Wang Huai was still a hundred meters away from the edge of the cliff, and he could also feel the coercion of his sword.

In order to feel more real, Wang Huai tried to get closer, but after less than ten steps forward, Wang Huai felt that it was difficult to move forward.

"Tap Tap"

Wang Huai suddenly opened his eyes, took four or five steps back and gasped heavily.

"How are you?" The little princess who was standing aside asked with concern.

Wang Huai shook his head, the clothes on his body were completely soaked in sweat, his right hand was completely paralyzed, and it was difficult to move. Looking at the scroll in front of him, what Wang Huai saw was an elegant landscape painting, with mountains and water, There was a cliff, and that cliff was exactly the one Wang Huai saw just now. On the cliff, stood a black figure, who seemed to be holding a sword or a branch in his hand.

"It seems that I just entered the painting."

"What a strong sword technique." Wang Huai said to himself.

"Have you learned it?" the little princess said excitedly.

Wang Huai shook his head, "I just know how to learn."

After finishing speaking, Wang Huai took out the Fuxi sword and danced directly in front of the little princess. There were no tricky sword moves or complicated sword styles, it was simple and continued for more than an hour.

"This is the Wutian swordsmanship you learned?" The little princess looked a little disappointed.

Wang Huai smiled slightly, "That's right, how about it, isn't it very powerful?"

"Well, it feels like a child is playing."

"That's right." Wang said with a bad smile, "Okay, let's practice here today, and practice tomorrow."

When they walked out of the holy meteorite, Brother Pingtou and Ming Cang were standing there, looking at Wang Huai and the little princess, each with wretched smiles on their faces.