Pang spot smiled slightly. "This is the original bamboo spectrum of Wu Zhen for everyone. Look at his light strokes and fluttering bamboo leaves in the wind. You can’t see whether it is bamboo." Wind? It’s not beautiful to observe your own conation, but to draw a picture to the extreme, no more, no less, no less, otherwise it’s not beautiful. "
He didn’t answer the "rain pavilion" thing, but told Fang Yeyu about the bamboo spectrum.
Fang Yeyu suddenly realized, bowed down and said, "Is it true that the master wants to talk about it?"
A few strokes of bamboo spectrum can have both form and spirit without leaving traces, which is really the ultimate way of painting. If it is pushed to martial arts, it is also a profound and subtle martial principle
Pang Spot laughed. "It’s really the rain pavilion of Pang Spot’s disciples. It’s the mountain terrain that blends with the situation. As the light changes, the scenery will change at four o’clock, but its constant is that the pavilion body and pavilion’ rain pavilion’ are natural, but the sword inside is endless. Although I didn’t lose in the quiet temple, I admit that I didn’t build the pavilion at that time and wrote the words’ rain pavilion’ at the same time."
Fang Yeyu has just retired for 20 years and devoted himself to practicing the’ Taoist Mind and Magic Solution’, because Pang Spot’s mind will never lose to anyone, whether that person is still alive or not, but Pang Spot must surpass that person in the realm.
Speaking of this, Pang Spot sighed, "Now I have finally reached the realm of the ancients in the holy gate. Even if the waves turn over, I am not sure whether he can be my opponent. Fortunately, now I am sure that that person has appeared. He will be my opponent who has been waiting for Pang Spot for 60 years. The first thing to be solved before is the fierce night feather. Tell me where he has gone."
Party night feather sink a way "popular fierce to Yuewang Temple Li Ruohai appeared and took him away"
Pang Spot seems to have expected to be cool and calm. "I hope that Li Ruohai will not let me down after forty years of penance."
The moon finally came on the fifteenth of the month.
The waves turned to the clouds and sat alone in the stone pavilion, and cast their eyes on the jathyapple table of the Yangtze River in King’s Landing River. More than ten pots of fine wine were waiting to drown their sorrows.
At this time, Li Zhichang leisurely sat opposite the wave cloud to stop the wave cloud from reaching for the wine.
Wave cloud wry smile way "in the past three years, it seems that Li Xiong will always come to rob me of wine to drink on the 15th of every month. This year, I thought I was hidden enough and I was still found by Li Xiong."
Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Look at the sky and drink with me, but three people and the other two are not good drinkers. Brother Lang is wronged and I don’t come to see you every day for a drink."
Wave cloud said, "You flatter me so much that I can’t buy you a drink, but Brother Li still didn’t answer me."
Li Zhichang indifferently said, "Like Brother Lang, this figure is like seeing Wan Li on the fifteenth full moon of this month."
The waves turned to the clouds and sighed, "Brother Li respects me too much. Until today, I still have no confidence in making a sword against Brother Li."
A pot of good wine has been drunk freely by Li Zhichang and thrown into the river by him. It is difficult to float and sink independently and disappear in a short time.
Li Zhichang primly said, "Three years ago, Brother Lang really made a sword for me. Two years ago, Brother Lang still couldn’t make a sword, but I knew that Brother Lang had already made a sword for me last year, but Brother Lang held back his fighting spirit. Until that moment, I knew that Brother Lang was really a great man."
Who doesn’t feel lonely when you are a top player? The sword ranks first in the black list, which is by no means empty talk. In these years when Pang Spot retired, people can really beat the waves and turn the clouds.
Li Zhichang, a swordsman who pursues the ultimate kendo, can be said to have rejected his opponent by other methods, but it is not that he is not confident that he is confident today. Today, Langfanyun is more confident than people. Because he has been feeling the world day and night for three years, he can really see that Li Zhichang’s realm is more white at this moment.
This is not only true of Li Zhichang, but also true of Li Zhichang, who has been looking for him every full moon night for three years, because this day is the most powerful time for the waves to turn over the clouds.
This is the anniversary of Ji’s death, "Only when you can be extremely affectionate can you be extremely sword-like", and this is the time when the waves are at their strongest and the kendo is at its extreme.
Chapter III Daughter
Looking up at the sky covered by the moon, a few dim stars can’t help but wonder if pity will shine on his road forever if people turn into stars after death.
This is a question without an answer. He casually said, "Three years ago, Li Xiong was sitting next to me drinking, but I couldn’t detect the position of Li Xiong. At that time, the waves were not as good as Li Xiong; Two years ago, the situation was the same as that of three years ago. It was not until that day that Li Xiong drifted away after drinking the fine wine that the waves turned over the clouds to grasp the trace of Li Xiong. "
Speaking of this wave, my eyes became bright, and I sighed, "Last year, I was finally able to grasp Li Xiong’s position and make a sword decisively."
Li Zhichang said slowly, "That’s true. In fact, if Brother Lang decisively made a sword at that time, Li Zhichang would certainly suffer a loss."
Wave cloud said, "At that moment, I suddenly understood the meaning of Brother Li."
Li Zhichang leisurely said, "Brother Lang, of course, because at that moment, Brother Lang didn’t make a sword means that he was indifferent, because I have always forced Brother Lang to make a sword. After this, I understood the truth of’ winning by emotion’"
Lang Fanyun is silent. In the past three years, Li Zhichang will come to him every Mid-Autumn Festival. For Lang Fanyun, Li Zhichang’s knowledge of martial arts is a valuable experience, but it is also a constraint.
Today, however, Langfanyun has finally gone beyond the experience of Li Zhi Changbudao and embarked on another new road.
He suddenly said, "In fact, I have always had a question. What else in this world is Li Xiong?"
Li Zhichang applauded and sighed, "So I often say that there are three kinds of the most powerful weapons in the world: Pangban Boxing, Langfan Yunjian, and Lirehai Gun. Since ancient times, kendo has a sword. It is said that Wulin middleman will serve kendo to the extreme, but Langxiong’s current realm can be described as a sword."
He gave Lang Fanyun three years to grow up. Today, Lang Fanyun finally didn’t let him down. He personally guided Li Zhichang, perhaps the most outstanding swordsman he had ever seen, and gave birth to an indescribable emotion in his heart.
Looking at Li Zhichang floating away, the waves turn over the clouds and sigh gently. Tonight may be the decisive battle between him and Li Zhichang. Of course, there may be a pang spot.
Li Zhichang stood by the Yangtze River for a long time and the moon fell in the river. Suddenly Li Zhichang asked, "Meng Yao, do you think there is anything I can’t let go?"