Bai Ze killed enough people, and the murderous intent in his heart was together. Although Mo only leaked out the moment both sides were close to each other and immediately disappeared, it still made Hai Dongqing alert. The moment the breath was released, the strong murderous aura pierced his pores, as if it was the first time he saw Siberian tiger in Changbai Mountain when he was a child, Hai Dongqing couldn't help but froze, and his limbs were hard.

At this time, Bai Ze "changed his appearance while he was moving." Although both sides passed by, they did not attract anyone's attention. Even if Hai Dongqing had just become alert at that moment, the next moment, the murderous intent in the air swarmed away like a tide, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The speed was so fast that it almost made people feel illusioned.[]

Bai Ze made way and asked these people to go over in a mess. When he saw the elevator door open, more than a dozen people rushed in like a swarm.

"What a pity, what a good opportunity. I missed this time. It's not easy to find such an opportunity to catch all the things in one go!" Bai Ze sighed in his heart, feeling a little unwilling to accept it, but then he didn't care at all. He took a few steps and came to the door of Wei Tianzi's ward.

He nodded with the two guards at the door, and just pushed open the empty door. As soon as he walked in, Bai Ze found that Mr. Wei was standing in the middle of the room with a heavy face. Wei Tianzi was covered with a thin quilt and was sleeping soundly.

‘(Well, what's wrong with this?" Bai Ze's eyes flashed. Although Wei Tianzi was frightened, after several days of care, there was nothing in her body. The reason why she was not discharged from the hospital was entirely because Mr. Wei felt sorry for his granddaughter and was not very relieved. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been sleeping at this time, not to mention that so many people were squeezed in the ward just now, and the sound was noisy.

"It's okay." Mr. Wei sighed and waved his hand at Bai Ze: "A group of juniors, I don't know what it means, and they have the face to see me. I'm afraid that Tianzi will get sick when he sees these people, so he used some force to ask her to sleep for a while, so he would be able to calm down."

"I have been a soldier for my whole life and killed so many people. When I get old, I have more and more concerns. If these people were placed twenty years ago, how could they leave me so easily... But now, the times are different, and the timing is not right... I can't ask these people to have something wrong with me, but this is a grievance to my good grandson, girl..."

"Ah, an official... it's hard!! Bai Ze, you said, when I was not an official, I had nothing, I only knew that I was following the party and following my father, and I watched the people of China liberate in our hands with my own eyes. I was so happy... I thought I could finally give myself a way of living freely. But I didn't expect that after being liberated, I became an official, and I was worried about it. In this matter, I could do everything to get justice for Tianzi, but this family... I can't..."

Mr. Wei sighed while talking, and when he said this, he could no longer say anything.

Just moaning Wei Tianzi's hair one by one, the originally straight rocker seemed to look particularly hunched in an instant.

Bai Ze stood at the door, listening quietly, and watching quietly. The morning sun shone through the glass on the pair of grandparents and grandchildren. For some reason, a stream of inexplicable insight suddenly surged in his heart.

Every family has its own difficult sutras. Everyone does not live in a vacuum, but has people and things they need to protect and care about.

Will surrender and retreat.

Although people like Mr. Wei participated in the revolution and made great military achievements in that era, and thus gained a commensurate status and reputation after the founding of the country, "has many hardships since ancient times, and once they entered the Marquis's family, the more they gained, the more they lost.

At some times, he is even worse than an ordinary citizen, who can enjoy his grandchildren and live freely.

"The wall stands thousands of feet high, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and there is no yu, and only by distinguishing hardness and softness can we integrate our spirit into swordsmanship... but this spirit..."

After a while, when Mr. Wei vented his depression and gradually recovered, he turned around and saw Bai Ze, standing at the door, as if he was traveling outside the sky, muttering to himself. After listening carefully, he immediately sighed and smiled bitterly.

"You kid is indeed a sword-making material, and you don't even have any distractions in your heart. However, you are right. If you want to practice swords well, you must first develop a sword courage, be fearless and fearless, and move forward bravely. Only in this way can you cut off all the bonds that bind your body and mind. You can finally reach the realm of human and sword integration. It seems that I can't do this in my life, but my father once saw through the worldly ways of human beings and put aside everything in his heart in his later years. In the last few pages of his sword score, there should be some discussions on this. You can think about the truth in it carefully, which will definitely be helpful to you."

"From me, what you lack is a spirit that can be integrated into the sword.

When my father was practicing sword, his country was destroyed and his family was destroyed. He had experienced too much suffering in his life, but when he was successful, he had to wait until he let go of everything. However, the things he put down did not include the beliefs and spirit he believed in for the whole life..." I can only tell you all about the truth here, and you have to rely on you to understand the rest. And on the last day, I can't teach you anything anymore, but I can show you some of the video materials left by my father when practicing swords. I can only read it once. How much you can get from it depends on your own fate."

"Come with me!" Mr. Wei seemed to be ready, so he took Bai Ze all the way to the top floor of the hospital, walked straight into a multi-functional hall, and opened the LED imaging equipment hanging on the wall.

The next moment, the screen flashed, and a rustling noise flowed out. Soon, scenes appeared inside. The camera was playing an old man over 70 years old and wearing a sweatshirt practicing sword.

The old man's beard was very long, with silvery roots and spiritual wings. The current shadow of the old guard could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows and eyes. Obviously, the recorded father here was his father.

The images on the monitor are completely black and white, and although there are still many "snowflakes." Fortunately, they were carefully preserved, and the images were later processed specifically, and the picture looked very clear.

The old man in the image was very slow, and his move was soft like water. His steps were also very small, but he seemed to step on the "drum" step by step. His man and sword were swung lightly and moved casually. His moves were not half the same as the sword score that Bai Ze had seen, but Bai Ze knew for some reason that the old man had practiced the Wudang sword he had learned.

This feeling is quite strange.

It seems like it should have been.

Bai Ze didn't say anything, and suddenly he sank in. His eyes were staring at the old man in the picture holding a sword.

A complete set of swordsmanship flowed gently through my mind like flowing water.

Don’t be anxious or slow, don’t be arrogant or impatient.

Slowly, Bai Ze realized that although the old man's sword was not used in the sword score, what was vaguely displayed by one sword and one sword was exactly the basic skill of Wudang sword technique. Thirteen sword postures, one connected to the other, followed the old man's will, moving as he wanted, and doing whatever he wanted.

Moreover, Bai Ze's eyes were not only focused on the swordsmanship itself, but also focused most of his energy on the old man's body and feet. Although the old man's movements when practicing swordsmanship were gentle and slow, his clothes were in the swordsmanship, and he was blown by his own strength, and he was automatically flying without wind.

The rhythm of his footwork was light and simple, and it looked like an ancient song, and every step was on the point in the song, free and easy.

The whole person's mind was immediately attracted. Bai Ze paid attention to every subtle movement on the old man's body, breathing, sucking, moving his sword, walking, and even pondered every trace of muscles and bones under the old man's clothes in his heart. Gradually, looking at the old man's figure like flowing water, Bai Ze's thoughts became calmer and calmer. In the end, his eyes were introverted, and in a daze, he seemed to have brought himself in.

At this moment, the old man disappeared, and the sword-practicing person turned into Bai Ze himself. A faint feeling suddenly filled the whole mystery.

I don't know how long it took, but the sword shadows in the sky suddenly retracted into the middle. As the old man's mouth was full of hiss, he exhaled white air like a training. He pulled out a straight arrow in the air, solidified for a moment, and slowly dissipated. Bai Ze also woke up.

Then I saw Mr. Wei beside him sitting on the chair with a look of relief, waved his hand at him, and said to Bai Ze: "You are very good, really good. You must not only be diligent in practicing swords, but also need to go in. You were so impatient just now. However, in addition, you also need to find the spirit that belongs to you. What kind of swords to practice, how to practice, you are still looking at yourself. In the past, Zhuangzi said that there are three types of swords in the world, the Sword of the Emperor, the Sword of the Prince, and the Sword of the Common People. They abandon all the meanings and only come to discuss swords. These three types of swords also have their own spirits and ideas. The sword practitioners can understand life and strength from the swordsman's swords. This is also the principle of sword intent in swordsmanship."

Bai Ze thought silently: "Sword intention..., this sword meaning seems to be similar to that of Mu Dao Ren's words...."

"Only after having your own spirit, can swordsmanship be completely alive and truly integrated with you! Otherwise, no matter how you practice, you can only practice as much as me. At best, you are just a swordsman, sticking to the rules for your whole life, pursuing skills, and never becoming a master."

"Okay, I've taught you everything I've taught you. Your swordsmanship is not inferior to me. I hope you can inherit my father's branch in the future. You go first. I will notify you of that matter. "Mr. Wei sat upright, looking at his father's figure on the screen, and there seemed to be a flash of water in his eyes.
Chapter completed!