Shape of the Wind – Volume Meteorite Chapter 6: Mysterious old man

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"Little brother, it's not very good for you to call elders like this!"

"What's wrong, that old man is a mess. You are a prostitute and don't pay the bill. In my opinion, you are all **** old things!"

In a luxurious restaurant in Huajie, Lancelot sat across from the old man, drinking and drinking together.

This old man who claimed to be an "old man", when he saw his face clearly, once made Lancelow shocked, he mistakenly thought that he was the dead old man who raised him and chased him down the mountain. But when he took a closer look, Lancelot realized that he had made a mistake.

It is also tattered old clothes, but the old man is wearing a bright red robe, and this person is wearing a patched blouse; the contours and wrinkles of the face are very similar, but looking deeper, the old man is in sickness Hidden with arrogance and domineering, this person is accompanied by a vulgar color, and the temperaments of the two sides are completely different.

It's just that, apart from the shock, he couldn't react for a while, so he was dragged into the restaurant and sat down for a drink. The maids who wandered around on the second floor, dressed extremely revealing, were very affectionate to the old man, and soon came to say hello and call him "daddy".

"Father, I haven't seen you for a while, how are you?"

"Hehe, father, you brought a new person to drink again this time!"

"Father, you're here again! The sisters all over the street care about you!"

The old man was not polite. He hugged the girls while he was drinking, Xiangxiang's face, hugged the little waist, and when he wanted to move further, the girls giggled, in his orange With a kiss on the skin-like old cheek, he ran away quickly. Within a few hours, there were already more than a dozen different lip prints on the old man's face, and Lancelow opened his mouth and almost fell into the wine urn.

It’s just that, looking at the expressions of the girls, it’s not as if they were waiting for the benefactor, but as if they were really close to the old man as a parent, and there was not much lewdness in the hands and feet of the old man. Point, to Lancelow's surprise.

Don't want to be bargained directly by his name, Lancelow called it this way: "Old man! What do you mean by your name? What do you mean by that?"

"Haha! Men have two good things in life. The old man's favorite is wine and flower girl. When he is young, as long as he has some money in his hand, he must come here to drink two **** glasses of small wine and get close. Get close to beautiful girls." The old man sighed: "It's just that, as time goes by, every little girl has changed into a big girl. Many girls in the flower street in Liberty City grew up when I watched them, so I called me daddy. As for The handle..."

The old man leaned close to Lancelow's ear and whispered secretly: "The handle means that one!"

"The...that one?"

"Not bad!" The old man slapped Lancelow and laughed: "I don't know which girl is on the Siam Flower Street. My guy is really big! Hahaha..."

Give him a shot, Lancelow barely spit out the strong alcohol in his mouth. He is not a gentle and polite person, but he has never boasted about his organs or his sexual abilities. This old man is thin, arrogant and slang. It really makes people frown in his ears. Now he is actually in himself. Show off that bad guy in front of you!

The old man had a few cups of yellow soup. He was more courageous and full of vulgar words. Seeing Lancelow's doubts, he had to take off his belt and show it on the spot. This time he couldn't stand Lancelow. Hold on.

Despite the foul language, there was no slight insult, and Lancelow was not unhappy. The old man seemed to treat him as a rare drinker, narrating his outlook on life, and sipping wine to the table with Lancelot.

This person is really different from the dead old man. In the past, in the mountains, every time the old man talked to a paragraph, he would always lament that a man must be manly and stand upright. This is a first-class man and a true hero. But this old man who has a similar face to him, but...

"Brother! I tell you, the so-called hero! You are riding in battle, or riding on chuang. The important thing is what you ride and who you ride with." The old man was drunk and laughed: "Brother You said, if you can’t be cool when you want to be cool, and don’t do it when you can, what is the meaning of such a life? As a **** man, it’s better to kill yourself!"

This is the idea of ​​hedonism!

Sure enough, two different people, the dead old man in memory, can't say these self-defeating words.

However, it is also a wonderful opportunity to meet someone similar to a dead old man at this moment!

Lancelow's relationship with his caregiver is deeper than he realizes. At the beginning, because of an eagerness to leave, the old man was trapped and ran away while he was unwell. He didn’t talk about it in the future, but he missed it in his heart. Especially when everything went wrong in the rivers and lakes, I faintly hoped to return to the mountains. Go and see the teacher who established all your thoughts and beliefs.

Of course it’s impossible to put this idea into practice. Lancelow was so strong that he even drove the idea out of his mind for the first time, but at this time, after a few jars of strong alcohol were poured into his stomach, his consciousness began to sink, and again Looking at a familiar face, all the situations seemed to be back to the old days, and they opened their hearts unknowingly, first talking to the old man, and then vomiting bitterness to each other.

"Old man! The outside world is so difficult to mix, and heroes are really not good!"

"Then don’t be a hero! What's so good about being a hero? It’s tired and short-lived. It’s better to be like me, be free, eat when you want, sleep when you want to sleep, and hug a woman if you can. It's called life! Man! Let's open two more pots of Erguotou!"

"But... you used to say that a man who was born into the world, why would he be ambitious if he didn't make meritorious deeds? It would not be a shame to live such a humiliating life!"

"Uh...Have I said it before? Hehe, you are drunk. If it is me, then you will say, no matter how much face you have, if you feel pain in your heart, it still doesn’t make sense. What does shame have to do? As long as you are happy, and you are not happy, it is better to be a dog. Fuck your mother! Why is the delivery of wine so slow, and you are fined to open two more bottles to send it!"

You come and I talk, and the topic is not speculative, but maybe because each other is a bit drunk, although you push me when you talk, I kick you, the atmosphere is quite harmonious.

Lancelow is strong and healthy, and he is young and healthy, and the drink is dry, without stopping; the old man seems to be poor, and after two or three bowls, he is drunk and drunk, but no matter how much yellow soup he has poured into his stomach, He didn't get drunk, but kept beating the guys for giving drinks. In the surprised eyes of Yingying Yanyan, the number of wine jars at the feet of the old and the young increased rapidly.

Lancelow had a great heart, and his drunkenness surged, and he couldn't help speaking with a bit of a big tongue, and the topic of both sides slowly got to the top of martial arts.

"Old...old man, you...you usually boast too much, but in my opinion, your three-legged cat skills...kung fu is not so good!"

"Hu... bullshit, your mother's, even if I can't martial arts, but my vision must be first-rate, you can just listen to the question."

"You used to... always preached to me peerless martial arts, then why... my kung fu is so bad now. It takes my second child to laugh at me all day, and I will stun myself with a stab!"

In normal circumstances, this is a scene where you should play haha.

But taking advantage of the drunkenness and his affection for the horrified young man, the old man said something that made him regretful after he was sober.

"Fuck the **** bastard, you... your style of play, of course not. The tyrannical internal force must be combined with the first-class internal power to exert its power. You use that kind of nine-rate spitting technique , Even the internal strength is not counted, how can you control your powerful internal strength!"

The old man made another bowl and shook his head: "As for the knife you made in the arena, it is even more terrible, but it just pushes the true energy out of the knife, and even the knife strength is not formed. The air mass that came out began to disintegrate in the middle of the way, and people’s mouths were crooked with laughter!"

"Uh...then...what should I do?"

"Practice! Find a way to find a set of inner powers that are worthy of your internal strength. If you want to do well, you must first sharpen your tools." After a hiccup, the breath of strong alcohol came out. The old man murmured: "Then, you have to practice your own swordsmanship, strengthen your control of the tricks, so that you can send and receive freely, and you can turn to the point of wishfulness. In short! When your weapon is no longer just a weapon, sword spirit Will appear on you, and then..."

The old man seemed to have said something. He was talking and singing, but the last thing was really unimpressed. Only remember, the two people seemed to be lying on the table together, unconscious.

When Lancelow woke up, it was already two hours later, with a headache, and there was only one guest on the entire second floor, and he almost thought he had a dream.

However, there is tangible evidence that all this is not a dream!

"Hey! Customer, pay! A total of seventy silver coins!"

"Seventy silver coins! What kind of money is this? How can it be so expensive!"

"Your father left half an hour ago, and also took out all the girls in the store, saying that his son would stay and pay the bill, why! You don't want to go back on the bill!"

"..."

What happened later is embarrassing to say. Seventy silver coins were nothing to the rich, but no one took seventy silver coins to the streets, let alone Lancelow who couldn't pay. In the end, he had to follow the old method, kicking over the table and jumping out of the window, and fled in embarrassment like catching a rape.

If it were in the past, things would of course be easy to deal with, but at this time, participating in the martial arts contest and recruiting relatives, my black dress is not small in the city. If I pull on the collar when I am glorious and triumph, I will be ruined on the spot and become a lifetime. The laughing stock. There was no alternative, so he had to discuss with Gengoro. While he shook his head and sighed, Ming Youxue took the gold coins to pay the bill.

However, Gengoro frowned with the answer Xue brought back. On the way Youxue rushed to pay the bill, I heard that the store had reported the matter to the official, requesting arrest, but when Xuexue arrived at the store to prepare to pay the bill, the store owner accompanied a smiley face, with a very respectful attitude, and said this. The account has been settled, and I deeply apologize for the boy's rudeness, which seems to be flattering.

After listening to Gengoro, who returned with Xuexue, he thought a little, and after excluding a few possibilities, he went out with a smile and made some necessary preparations.

After the preliminaries passed, the three contestants were scheduled for the preliminary round only on the second day, so everyone was able to enjoy two days of free time to practice.

Hua Ruohong continued to learn swords with Hanajiro, but for the past two days, Hanajiro always had sleepy eyes, clamoring to make up for sleep, letting Hua Ruohong repeat what he taught, he would sleep under the tree. , But as long as Hua Ruohong makes a mistake, the gravel that represents the reprimand will immediately hit him accurately.

"Wang Daxia, is this enough practice? Should I learn something new?"

"Remember! Compared with geniuses, most people are rubbish, and I suspect that you are even rubbish! You have no time to be proficient in teaching the new, and you die faster in the field, so you can learn the old things well. Come on!"

Hanajiro raised his eyes and looked around. He didn't see Lancelot. He didn't come to listen in during the sword practice yesterday. This is quite strange. Although there is less waste and less obtrusiveness, it is really strange that he is suddenly missing. weird.

Close your eyes, you can feel Lancelow practicing the knife in Merlin in the backyard. There is a master here, what is this silly boy hiding there alone? In that Merlin...

Thinking of the things in the plum forest, Hanajiro's face suddenly became dark, and he snorted and fell asleep.

...I should buy more jars of wine later...

For Lancelot, Hanajiro and others who are practicing behind closed doors, there are some things they don't know.

Not long after Lancelot ran away from the restaurant, a news spread quickly throughout Siam City. The Medici family in the Seven Great Sects also sent representatives to participate in the martial arts contest and successfully passed the preliminaries, and the amazing black man in martial arts was one of the representatives of the Medici family's guards.

This news is a heavy blow to the mortal enemy of the Medici family, Shizi Family, but so far, I haven’t seen their reaction, but it has caused quite a shock to the warriors in Siam City. .

Along with the news, there are two public security news.

One is that from the end of March, a group of horse thieves appeared on the outer roads of several cities, including Siam City, with a number of about forty. They looted pedestrians on the road at dusk. The entire band of thieves moved quickly, advancing and retreating like wind, and the leader of the team had a high level of martial arts, and had successfully committed many cases, even including contestants from Siam.

Although these forty thieves have not injured any lives so far, they have also attracted the attention of several nearby cities, preparing to form a security gang, or ask the Dongfang family to send experts to help arrest them.

The other one is more sensational. In recent days, a wicked thief who has been famous throughout the mainland, "no flowers but no picking" willow a knife, haunted the city of Siam.

Contrary to the reputation of fornication in the past, this prostitute seems to be living in a sluggish life recently, and even men have become a target. However, when the victim guessed his purpose and was shocked, the prostitute only asked the victim to take out all his belongings. Looted money and left.

Inconsistent with the previous style, it makes people wonder whether this Liu Yidao is just an impostor, but once this man has extremely strong martial arts, no one can pick him up, and the light work is as brilliant as the legend. Be able to track the subsequent; secondly, the property he looted was often taken to the pawnshop by the Siamese people to sell it after a few hours, saying that it was thrown at their door.

Why the big thief suddenly robbed the rich and helped the poor? This is very intriguing. As a result, rumors abound in Siam City. Some people even linked the two pieces of news together, thinking that the band of thieves was led by Liu Yidao. Although this inference is extremely absurd in the eyes of people who know the facts, from a certain angle, it is unexpectedly close to the facts!

Everyone only knows that Liu Yidao's crime area is near Siam City. In other words, this thief must still be hiding in Siam City. For the Dongfang family that held the invitation for their relatives, this matter was nothing but a shame on them, because among the heroes, there were also rumors that "Liu Yidao's goal is to recruit brides and let all the heroes wear old shoes."

Finally, the Dongfang family formed a search team and joined forces to conduct a raid in Siam City. Of course, nothing was found, but Lancelow sighed three times for his bad luck again.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Lancelow and Hua Ruohong were ready to go to the arena to participate in the preliminary round where one of four was chosen. Twenty-one players will be selected in the preliminary round, plus seeded players, for a total of twenty-four. They will face off in pairs until the final winner is selected.

Before they set off, Gengoro had a conversation with Hanajiro who worked all night.

"Overtime work, hard work, brother!"

"I now start to wonder if you have any other intentions or intercept important information. There is no important thing at all when you go out of the city and enter the city at night these days!"

"Don’t be suspicious! People who are suspicious will grow old quickly. But tonight, there is really something important! The son will send us documents proving our identity, so please help your second brother to collect it. !"

"Proof documents? What do you want that kind of thing for?"

"No way! Big brother's hand is too eye-catching. Since it has been exposed, it is better to formally participate as the messenger of the Medici family. Although it will be more troublesome, but with the current mentality of the Eastern family, everyone You can also take advantage of a little bit of surprise!"

"Then why do you want me to collect it? They don't know me, how do they know to give me things! I don't want to show my name here, you don't want me to pretend to be a thief at this time!"

"Taking things is not robbing, of course you don’t have to pretend to be a thief. However, you also know that people in our family are a bit snobbish. When you see the messenger tonight, you'd better report a stronger font size. It’s okay to ask them to hand over the things obediently, and when they get the things, drive the people back. That’s it."

"...Am I going to collect things or grab them?"

In the afternoon, there are still many onlookers in the arena. Although thousands of people have been eliminated, the remaining contestants all have martial arts above the standard, and most of them are quite backed, with servants, and most Those who were eliminated would not give up the good opportunity to witness the master's tricks up close, and stay to observe. It seems that the embarrassment of overcrowding in Siam City is difficult to explain before the end of the entire conference.

Since the day before yesterday, there has been one more rule of the conference: Those who do not stand up within ten seconds after falling to the ground will lose their qualifications!

Everyone knows why this rule came about.

Playing again, Hua Ruohong was a little worried, but Gengoro patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "I just checked, your three opponents today are not difficult to deal with. As long as you avoid one-on-three, you have a high chance of winning. Of."

Sure enough, after Hua Ruohong came on the field, the referee read out the names and schools of the four contestants, and they fought in pairs. The reason why he was able to avoid the fate of being besieged was mainly because Hua Ruohong did not have anything to be jealous of in martial arts and appearance, so that he would not have the intention of "killing this kid first."

In contrast, it is the other person who should be aware of "one enemy three".

While Hua Ruohong tried to dismantle the enemy's swordsmanship, another game started not far away. Lancelow wore a black cloak, fluttering with the wind and waves, dressed in black, with a frightening demeanor, and his head held high. Step onto the stage.

Since the name will be announced this time, Lancelow discussed with Gengoro in advance what name he would use to appear on the stage. Lancelow, that will cause the Shi family to take revenge; Madonna, one of the Four Horsemen of the White Night, is afraid of being demolished immediately; Liu Yidao, this... skip it!

Gengoro Chengzhu was on his chest, and he chose a fake identity that matched his current dress, and he even taught him a signature move.

As a result, Lancelow came to the stage, without saying anything, he drew his knife and swiped three times on the stage, engraving a "Z", and the referee also said loudly: "No. 213, Sullo of Free City! "There was an uproar in the audience.

Decades ago, in the southwestern area of ​​Liberty City, there was a masked knight wearing a black costume who performed many acts of righteousness. His name was Su Luo, and the word "Z" was his signature. This person has not reappeared for nearly two decades. There are many rumors of various kinds, and they are gradually forgotten. It is unexpected that this place will appear today. Judging from the internal strength displayed a few days ago, martial arts is far better than the past.

In addition to the martial arts demonstrated a few days ago, the three contestants looked at each other and flew up to grab them at the same time. Without teaming up to defeat Lancelow, they have no chance of winning at all.

For heroes, the crowd always has a preference. There were cheers in the audience, wanting to see Lancelow reappear with a shocking sword, and the shocking effect was full of victory in one fell swoop, but to the disappointment of the audience, Lancelow just danced the steel knife and spread his body to meet him.

As soon as he touched, Lancelot forced the man in the center to retreat with an extraordinary sense of oppression. He took advantage of the situation to catch up, and quickly pulled the distance with the other two, breaking the trio of joint forces in one fell swoop.

Excellent tactics, but because of the disparity between the strengths of the two sides, there is no need to use such tactics, and the audience cannot agree with them.

Gengoro nodded secretly. Compared with the previous battles, this eldest brother has made progress. He no longer blindly wins with brute force, but actively wants to hone his abilities while he still has the ability to master the overall situation.

(With this kind of self-motivated, then there is no problem!) He looked around the audience. Although he did not find the target as expected, he is sure that the person must be deeply impressed by Lancelow’s performance at this moment. happy. Because Lancelow even changed his weapons.

The magic soldier hung around his waist kept shaking, seemingly dissatisfied with why the master didn't use himself and drank the blood of the offender!

Lancelow has only a wry smile. If he uses the sword at the beginning, the enemy's weapon will be broken when he touches it, and he will take care of all his opponents in two or three strokes, which will lose the sense of training. The old man that day said that he had a strong internal force, but he didn't know how to use this internal force to the fullest. It was just a mad cow. Even if he was strong, he still could not become a tiger and frighten others.

There are two ways to let the internal power be used: excellent internal power and suitable tricks. Neither of these things can appear out of thin air, especially the former, and he doesn't have the capital to create himself. Since Gengoro and Hua's second both admit that they have amazing wild instincts and are quite confident about it, they should make good use of this advantage.

If you want to learn, Hualao and Gengoro are the best master teachers, but the former is cold and lonely, and the latter is mysterious. If you turn to them, you probably won't get any good results, so you should rely on yourself as the fastest. Hua Lao Er often said that he was great, and he scolded Hua Ruohong for being wasteful. He couldn't even exert the power of 30% of the sword strokes, but the sword strokes are the sword strokes. Is it possible that a sword stroke that is 100% powerful will become another one?

The possible explanation is that these sword moves have other parts that can be derived. When the user has enough skill to perform, they can use their due power.

When this idea came in, Lancelow contemplated and felt attentively. It was very messy at first, but as time passed by, some vague tracks seemed to become clear. It was purely a strange feeling. Lancelot didn't know the specific pattern of a certain move, but as if an impulse surged in his body, telling him: Go follow this impulse and let his body act accordingly.

Actually, it's not just Lancelot, warriors across the continent have had such impulses in their lives. The problem is that these feelings are very vain. Think about it, some parts are even dangerous and absurd. Who would practice it like a fool?

Lancelow will, because he is a person who values ​​physical impulses more than reason.

When he collided with the enemy lightsaber, a feeling told him that he spit with strength and withdrew the knife and retreated. Lancelow didn’t understand the reason, because he retreated at this time, which in vain caused a flaw in his tricks. Done.

The enemy wanted to chase happily, but the secret energy sent into his wrist suddenly exploded, causing him pain to throw away the lightsaber, kneeling and shouting pain, if he made up a knife at this time, he would surely kill the enemy. , But Lancelow originally planned to practice the exercises with these three people, and immediately left him, turned around and chose another object to fight together.

Hua Ruohong’s performance was rather bleak, but it was definitely a mistake to underestimate him, who has gradually understood the swordsmanship he has learned. An opponent is paying the price for this, and a few heavy moves forced Hua Ruohong. He revealed a flaw, thinking that he could be defeated with a single sword, but there was a flower in front of him, Hua Ruohong's sword sharply rose for no reason, and it pierced his chest in a blink of an eye.

When he fell, he must have been very unwilling! If it wasn't for the opponent to change tricks too weird, he would not lose.

However, his unwillingness is actually a kind of luck with the other three players in the ring, sweating profusely and panting like a cow.

When I was studying by the side, I never learned the heart of swordsmanship after the arrangement. I just watched the sword moves. But these came from Bailudong. The experience can be said to be the first day of contemporary swordsmanship. Abandoning vanity is clumsy and coincidental. When you have enough cultivation base to comprehend, you will find that it is infinitely mysterious.

Lancelow still doesn’t understand what sword intent and sword heart are, but when he thinks about "how can this trick be more powerful", many changes begin to appear under his hands, killing three opponents with all their strength and sweat. Panting, full of thoughts of surrender.

The audience on the court was originally dissatisfied with such a plain style of play, but looking at Lancelow's brilliant play, in addition to the advantage, there was even more awe-inspiring pride, looking forward to the wind, and they couldn't help but applaud, adding momentum to him.

After another round, Lancelow has more insight into the use of internal energy. Although he wants to fight for a while, but seeing that the opponent is about to wear out, he has to stop his interest, and finally try another trick to determine the victory.

He studied Huaruohong’s swordsmanship, speculating on possible enhancements, and came up with the most absurd of several ideas. There were many difficulties in it, but I couldn’t figure it out, but in the first battle, with the internal strength With more and more comprehension, he suddenly felt that he could use this trick to play around. Anyway, success or failure has nothing to do with victory or defeat. Why not try?

So, when the three of them raised their swords tiredly, Lancelow cleverly danced around the swords and glued all the three swords in one place. The three opponents were all shocked. They only felt that there was a weird internal energy coming from the steel knife, and then their hands sank, as if there was something that turned their arms into heavy objects. They dragged them straight forward. The next scream was not good, and Lancelow was encouraged to throw, and the three men shot their swords in three directions.

The three were horrified, but Lancelow’s surprise was only greater than that of them. When he exerted his strength to do this series of actions, a big hole appeared in his wrist in an instant, absorbing a large amount of true energy from the whole body. There is even a vague sense of dizziness in his head.

However, during this series of actions, he also suddenly discovered that the originally peaceful innocence, like being drawn by some kind of force, was twisted into a thin thread and quickly emitted from his hand. When the strength comes out of the hands, the whole body feels more refreshing and dripping.

These are only their personal feelings, and the more impactful scenes are directly witnessed by the audience.

It's not easy to shock Gengoro, but when he saw Lancelow's gesture, he opened his eyes wide when he saw Lancelow's gesture, but he was a step too late to stop him.

Although it was only a moment, but when Lancelow threw the knife, a cyan air column with a diameter of more than a foot burst straight from his body, more than ten feet, and split into lotus petals. The cyan lotus bloomed in front of everyone's eyes and disappeared without a trace.

All the spectators were shocked. In the VIP seats, although Dongfang Xuanhu did not stand up, he stared at the center of the field, his face was extremely ugly. This green lotus... all the warriors on the mainland know what it represents.

When Lancelow finally gasped and turned back to the audience, ready to accept the applause, the uproar was more than expected.

"Qinglian Sword Song! What he made is Qinglian Sword Song!"

"Why does he make Qinglian Sword Song? Who is this person?"

Not sure why everyone was so excited, Lancelow tilted his head to think about what the Raoshzi Sword Song was.

"It's always like this. No matter a genius or an idiot, with a very reasonable guy, things always don't go according to plan...I don't care..."

In the audience, Gengoro sighed heavily and drooped his shoulders with a weak face.

Compared with the frenzied audience, having a small winner seemed pitiful.

There were a few more injuries on her body, Hua Ruohong looked around, but she couldn't find someone to confess the good news.

"Uh...I, I won, can anyone hear me?"