Number One Player of Time and Space Chapter 1178: Wife swordsman Tsubaki Miyajima

Miyajima Dojo, backyard courtyard.

Luo Jie caressed the [Vanity Demon Blade] that had already turned into a ring, and reached out to take the practice bamboo sword handed over by "Miyajima Tsubaki".

Stay calm, deliberately suppress the output of skills to a level slightly higher than that of ordinary people, and start a lightning-like slash with the "Secret Sword, Obscure Blade".

"Oh?"

"Miyajima Kiichiro", who came to observe, let out a light yawn, as if a gleam of light passed through his old eyes that could never be opened.

Next, "Starburst·Sifang Slash", "Breath of Flame·Scorching Sky", "Breath of Love·Cat Foot Love Wind", "Kagura of Fire·Bone Burning Sun", "Arc Moon Slash" And "Profound Truth: Steel Slash"...

After finishing all the skills that can be demonstrated in ordinary moves, Luo Jie stood still to adjust his breathing and handed the bamboo sword back to "Miyajima Tsubaki".

"Wonderful!" "Miyajima Kiichiro" suddenly applauded, and his wrinkled old face revealed an undisguised expression of approval, "Although I can't see what genre you are, Ye Mo-kun, but like you There are basically no young people who can use multiple nirvanas in a row..."

The expression of "Miyajima Tsubaki" is also full of surprise and admiration. With a smile in her beautiful eyes, she gently stroked the hair by her ear and said, "As Sakura said, Ye Mo-jun's kendo cultivation is very high. ...then what is the question you want to ask?"

"Not long ago, I found that something was not right with my state. I used to use smooth swordsmanship, but suddenly I felt a little difficult, and sometimes it was even as strange as it was the first time."

Luo Jie sincerely expressed his doubts.

"Miyajima Kiichiro" was surprised and asked firstly, "Oh? Is this feeling particularly serious when switching moves?"

Looks like I've really found the right place.

Luo Jie nodded and said, "Yes, there is absolutely no smooth flow like in the past, but I can't see any difference from the past through the video."

"I can't believe that Ye Mojun can reach this level at such a young age."

"Miyajima Kiichiro" pinched his chin and couldn't help sighing, as if he was immersed in some memory.

Luo Jie couldn't help but look at "Miyajima Tsubaki", fortunately, this beautiful wife swordsman did not have the bad habit of talking to himself, smiled and explained to him: "Ye Mo-jun, your kind of Feeling is not a bad thing, on the contrary, it is a precursor to "understanding the sword". "

"Wu Jian?"

"That's right... If I'm not mistaken, Ye Mo-Jun, your sword skills are very messy, shouldn't they be from the same school? Probably three or four?"

After receiving Luo Jie's confirmation, "Miyajima Tsubaki" continued: "Any martial arts is a process from imitation to mastery, but mastery is not the end of martial arts, on the contrary, it is the real starting point."

"Like shoes that will change into the shape of your feet when you wear them for a long time, the more you practice martial arts, the same will change into your own shape."

“Your current state, Ye Mo-jun, is that your muscle memory has detected the mismatch between your original martial skills and your own state, and you are trying to make adjustments to turn other people’s martial skills into your own.”

The remarks of "Miyajima Tsubaki" made Luo Jie feel a sense of relief.

The term "Enlightenment Sword" may be a bit metaphysical, but it is very easy to understand if it is replaced by another term - he has inadvertently entered the state of "Derivative Skill".

This opportunity came quite abruptly. Luo Jie guessed that the title of [Swordmaniac] might have improved his compatibility with swords and swords. In addition, the quantitative change to qualitative change, but in general, this Absolutely a good thing.

"So, what should I do? Can you give me some hints, Miss Miyajima?"

"Miyajima Tsubaki" showed an embarrassed and wry smile: "Mr. Yemo is joking, the realm of "Sword Enlightenment" is unattainable, once you reach it, you are the master of kendo who founded the school, and he is also the master of all swordsmanship. The ultimate goal of the person... I have just achieved the mastery of my own genre, how dare I tell you? "

After a while, she suddenly said: "However, I still have a little personal opinion after watching your martial arts performance, Lord Ye Mo, which may be for your reference."

"Please speak."

"Miyajima Tsubaki" sorted out the language a little and said: "It was mentioned in the classics left by the ancestor of the Miyajima family that the process of "realizing the sword" is like melting the sword into steel and recasting it. During this process The formula of Sinosteel is not static, you can mix in other things according to your own needs... Ye Mojun, your sword skills are complicated and unsystematic. Come up with a set of your own personal genre? "

Luo Jie's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have grasped something in his mind.

"Thank you, Miss Miyajima, for your suggestion. Today's ah, tomorrow will explode."

"Miyajima Tsubaki" hurriedly bowed in return, waved his hand and said: "I just said a little bit of my own thoughts, if I can help Ye Mo-jun, I will say twice, saying kindness is serious... It's a pity that we Miyajima There are too many books lost in the family, otherwise there may be a handbook about "Wu Jian". "

"Kiichiro Miyajima" also recovered from the state of reminiscence at this moment, took over the topic and said: "No way, our Miyajima family is only a third-rate little sword school after all. Fortunately, after all, it can't compare to the wealthy and powerful family like the "Caobi Family". "

The grass wall home?

Luo Jie only thought that the name seemed a bit impressive, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

But he didn't ask any further questions on this topic. If this is really a clue to a side quest, then more detailed information should be available from other sources.

"Mr. Miyajima, Miss Miyajima, thank you both for your help. I'll take this leave and come to visit another day."

……

After Luo Jie left, "Miyajima Kiichiro" picked up the bamboo sword on the ground and let out a long sigh.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" "Miyajima Tsubaki" looked at him strangely.

"Seriously, after seeing that young man just now, I regret marrying you early to that unpromising **** Zong You."

"Dad——" "Miyajima Tsubaki"'s cheeks flushed, and she said in a sullen voice, "Sakura is already seventeen years old, why do you still say such things?"

"Miyajima Kiichiro" took "Miyajima Tsubaki"'s hand, patted it comfortably, and said, "It's all my fault, when I was young, I thought loyalty came first, and I decided this marriage for you without considering your feelings. ...Actually, I already knew about the fact that you and that **** kept living apart."

"Miyajima Tsubaki" stiffened, forced a smile and said, "Nothing, Zongyou and I have always been very good..."

"I haven't had a second child for seventeen years, do you really think I'm Laohutu?"

"Miyajima Kiichiro" slammed the bamboo sword on the floor heavily, and "Miyajima Tsubaki" slowly lowered his head with a calm and arrogant aura.

In the face of his beloved daughter~IndoMTL.com~ the old man did not want to be too harsh, not to mention that there is still a part of his responsibility, he could only shake his head and sigh: "I know you are for Sakura... If you There is really no idea of ​​divorce, at least don't feel wronged, find someone you like, and have a relationship that doesn't need results."

"Miyajima Tsubaki"'s beautiful eyes instantly widened, she couldn't imagine that her father who was always old-fashioned would say such a thing.

"It's the same sentence, don't think I don't know anything." "Kiichiro Miyajima" snorted coldly, "That kid Zongyou can go out to Kabukicho to buy a laugh, why should I let my daughter suffer Aggrieved?"

"But... Mr. Night Demon is already married."

"I didn't say anything about him either." "Miyajima Kiichiro" grinned with a playful expression.

"Dad—!"

"Miyajima Tsubaki" stomped his feet shyly, threw down his bamboo sword, turned and ran out of the courtyard, a moment of struggle suddenly flashed in his confused expression.