Chapter 71

Why learn ancient sword?

Kithara xiuci pondered slightly and didn't know how to answer. She couldn't say that she had no choice but to learn this thing to deal with your daughter's unreasonable trouble?

He hesitated for a moment and chose a reluctantly reliable reason: "just want to exercise."

Fukuzawa Zhilong doesn't believe it. There are too many better choices to exercise. It's not necessary to practice ancient sword. Even if you are interested, you should study Kendo, a modern sport. That way, at least it will be useful in the future. The police department likes graduates who have won awards in Kendo competitions and have extra points in the recruitment interview.

However, he didn't continue to ask. Everyone has a secret. There's no need to ask the bottom. He smiled leniently: "it's really rare that you can practice to the point of Beiyuan Jun by exercising, but Beiyuan Jun has never been guided?"

"Yes." kithara xiuci answered. He said he was self-taught before.

"Then as a swordsman, I want to say something to Beiyuan Jun, but it was inconvenient in front of the public security office last night, so I had to drag it until now." Fukuzawa Zhilong said, gently tearing open his clothes on his chest and revealing his chest and abdomen to Beiyuan xiuci.

Hideki kithara was stunned. After a careful look, she couldn't help picking her eyebrows - there was a slender and convex scar from the left shoulder to the right abdomen. In addition, the seam was like a long centipede, which was very ferocious. There was also an ugly scar stabbed by a long knife in the heart of the left chest, but it didn't look particularly conspicuous next to the "centipede".

After fighting with ronin swordsman for a long time in meditation war, he instinctively began to study how the knife wound was caused. After watching it for a moment, he simulated it in his brain for a short time. He felt that Zhilong Fukuzawa should have been broken by someone, so that a powerful left-handed swordsman cut his knife from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, and then he was ruthlessly repaired by the swordsman in his left chest and heart.

Just looking at the injury, Zhilong Fukuzawa should have died on the spot.

Ichiro Fukuzawa, with his arms open, was also observing xiuci Beiyuan's expression. He saw that he was just moving his expression. Instead of being afraid, he was a little confused. He was not surprised. However, he pointed to his chest and explained with a smile: "My heart grows on the right and my liver grows on the left. That's how I got back my life... Half my life. I signed the contract of life and death at that time. I couldn't go to the serious hospital if I was seriously injured. Now I can only say that half my life is left."

As he spoke, he tied up his clothes again, and kithara xiuci also took back his eyes and asked softly, "what happened?" it was obviously a fierce fight. Without human life, it could only be regarded as fuze Zhilong's good luck.

Fukuzawa Zhilong said with a faint smile: "in the past, he was young and energetic. He thought that his swordsmanship was invincible after hard work. He gambled for others. As a result, he met a Kansai swordsman who was more talented and worked harder than himself."

"Gambling fight?"

"Sometimes there are disputes between gangs, but I don't want to make it too big for the police to notice, so I will decide which side should give way by single challenge. At that time, the family had a bad thing, owed a lot of money to the gangs, promised to gamble to pay off the debt, but ran away again. At that time, I was very confident in my swordsmanship, so I went on his behalf. As a result, you saw it." Fukuzawa Zhilong said very plainly, so plainly that he didn't seem to be talking about what happened to him. "Now think about it, it was really stupid at that time. No matter what kind of family reputation, it's not as safe to live."

After that, he pointed to the wine pot and said with a smile, "I think you just held it for a long time to persuade me to drink less?"

Beiyuan xiuci nodded slightly, and Fukuzawa Zhilong smiled and asked, "are you going to persuade now?" Beiyuan xiuci hesitated and shook his head gently.

At least he has a useless [medical skill LV5] Some skills and common sense are still known. When a person is injured by a knife or gunshot wound, some nerve endings that cannot be seen by the naked eye will inevitably be cut off. When the wound heals naturally, the new nerve endings will gradually grow into the scar and invade the surface. Once the external climate changes slightly, for example, in cloudy and rainy days, these nerve endings will feel painful and itchy when stimulated, and it is very uncomfortable Looking at Fukuzawa Zhilong's injury, it was obvious that he had not been seriously treated at that time. If he could survive, he could only say that his life was hard enough. Now that the scar has become so, it is estimated that it is even worse - there is no medicine to cure this situation. Fukuzawa Zhilong should anesthetize himself by drinking.

The man is not addicted to alcohol because he has no self-control, but he really has no way.

Fukuzawa Zhilong's eyes also looked out of the window and sighed: "the plum rainy season is coming soon. A month of life is coming."

But he quickly turned his eyes back, looked at xiuci Beiyuan and said: "Mr. Beiyuan, there is an old Chinese saying that 'a white blade in the hand can kill the heart from the beginning'. We who have learned ancient swordsmanship are the same. Many times we clearly have a better choice, but we can't help but want to use violence directly... I'm not accusing you of what you did yesterday, but according to my life experience, there is a better way to deal with those small gangsters who can't become the climate , there's no need to use violence, but Mr. Beiyuan chose to draw his sword and strike - just you're too young to think of it? Or do you just rely on yourself to learn ancient swordsmanship and don't want to use your brain? "

He paused, pointed to his temple and smiled: "Sword training is about the mind, not the sword in hand. In modern society, fencing has no value. It's not too much to say that fencing is dead, and there are still some functions to exercise mind and brain. At most, it can be said that it is a kind of sports. Beiyuan Jun, the first thing you should know when you learn sword is... Drawing sword should always be the last choice of a swordsman Choose! "

He finally said faintly: "in the current social rules, if you easily hurt people, you are a social alien. If you want to have a great future in the future, you'd better not be labeled as alien."

Kithara xiuci listened quietly and didn't say a word for a moment. He is also a man of firm will. A few words from others can not shake his mind. However, he tasted it in his heart for a moment and had to admit that Fukuzawa Zhilong was right.

It's like yesterday. Playing with gangsters once is self-defense, and playing twice is self-defense. What about playing the third time? People without brains should think about it. Why do you just defend yourself all day?

Aren't you a good bird? Stay away, stay away

Violence should not be the first choice to solve the problem, but should be the final means - this is to remind himself not to dirty his hands easily, to be an old Yin X in the future, not a mindless man.

Fukuzawa Zhilong saw that he didn't speak, shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "these should have been the words given to you by the teacher who taught you swordsmanship, and Beiyuan Jun's experience in learning swordsmanship was... Some incredible. I thought about it and thought it over. I think I should remind him. If there is anything rash, Beiyuan Jun shouldn't take it to heart and just listen to it."

In fact, he was not sure whether these words could be understood by Beiyuan xiuci. After all, in his eyes, Beiyuan xiuci was only a 16-year-old boy. No matter how steady and down-to-earth, he must be a little stubborn of young people.

But Beiyuan xiuci looked down for a moment and thanked him directly: "I understand what you mean. Thank you for your reminder. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Akiji kithara's understanding made Ichiro Fukuzawa very happy. He felt that his thoughts had not been wasted. He smiled and said, "don't be so polite all day, Mr. kithara, if you really want to thank me, you'd better help akitaro one day when you're developed." Ichiro Fukuzawa joked half true and half false, and struggled to get up - he was ripped open and broke his belly, which is estimated to hurt his strength, No wonder he acts like an old man on weekdays -- he laughs again: "Mr. Beiyuan is actually much better than me. He is far better than me in both his talent for learning sword and his calm and courage. He just lacks some things. If you don't mind, you can come inside with me."

Kithara xiuci stretched out his hand and falsely helped Zhilong Fukuzawa. Zhilong Fukuzawa didn't care. He led him to a small door in the corner of his study. Beiyuan xiuci opened the door first. A strong smell of books and camphor immediately came to his face. Once again, there was a library bigger than the outside.

When Ichiro Fukuzawa went first, he searched on the bookshelf for a moment, handed a book to xiuci Beiyuan, and said softly, "if you don't have a high character, you can't see through a word of profit; if you don't advance in your studies, you can't lose a word of laziness."

He spoke Chinese, but Japanese Chinese. There was no Erhua sound. It sounded strange. After singing, he smiled and asked, "can you understand? This book can be used for self-cultivation."

Kitahara Xiuji looked down at the name of the book, the night talk of the stove, and then looked over. What he said was that he was unable to make complaints about the printing of the printing house of Tsinghua University.

There he tucked up his voice, and fuze did not make complaints about his hands and lips, and handed him two books in turn.

"Don't be surprised. Watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. I don't want to go or stay. I hope the clouds are rolling in the sky. This can nourish my nature."

"A slip is a smile for thousands of years. Looking back is a hundred years old. This could have cleared your heart."

Xiuci Beiyuan read the titles of the book silently, which are Cai Gen Tan and Zui Gu Tang sword sweep. He finally understood something. Zhilong Fukuzawa felt that his swordsmanship was too powerful at his age. He was afraid that he would expand and go astray. He should let himself study, cultivate himself, cultivate his nature and clear his mind, so as to avoid a big disaster one day.

What's more embarrassing is that I'm obviously a Chinese, but I haven't really read these books. Now an RB person handed them over to me and asked me to study them well. This... RB attaches great importance to Sinology and thinks it has a lot to do with personal quality. It seems that civil servants also need to test relevant contents, but it's too much emphasis. It's more powerful than the country of origin?

Fukuzawa Zhilong handed him three books. Seeing that he held them still, he gave him a brick thick detailed explanation of ancient Chinese, laughing: "Although there is a translation, I think if you could read while translating, you might understand more deeply. Don't be afraid of trouble. If you compare yourself to a sword, it is sharp enough. What you lack now is the ability to control the sword. After reading these books, controlling your sword will be of great help to you in the future... This is my personal loyalty Tell me, it's all up to you, Mr. Beiyuan. "

He finally gently exhorted, "don't go on my old road, Beiyuan Jun."