Chapter 158: Repairing the Slaughter

Bai Ze walked out of the Military Region Hospital step by step. It was sunny outside and the sky was clear and blue. The air was filled with an anxious smell that seemed to be burning. He looked up at the sun and then realized that after reading the information just now, it was already noon.

"The intention in the sword is to stimulate the extension of qi and blood, and to achieve the unity of man and sword. It is said that the intention in the sword is like an arm and finger, regardless of you or me. However, as Mr. Wei said, the intention in the sword technique of Wudang is a natural and erect belief, but this is just a spiritual medicine, and it is still a bit different from the sword technique I practice."

"Before Qi Sword, if you want to achieve great success, you need to take into account both essence and energy. Although I have seen Mu Dao Ren's "Sword Sutra" before, such as the unity of man and sword, and the unity of heaven and man, I know that people with great sword skills often forget about things and me as soon as they set out on the sword. When fighting with people, their hearts are naturally as clear as a mirror. The five senses and six consciousnesses are much more sensitive than ever. This is the realm of clear sword hearts. Although I have had some experience in this aspect before, how to apply this state to actual combat, keep the original mind unchanged, and use it freely, I can never get what I want. And this realm is exactly what Mu Dao Ren said, whether it is exposed to the difference between superior sword skills."

Bai Ze kept thinking in his heart as he walked: "Once the sword heart is clear, the spirit will naturally reflect on all things, and the same sword technique can exert ten times the power. From then on, those who practice swordsman have the qualifications to enter the Taoist art, which is considered to be the essence of the Shaped Sword. What a desirable state..."

He recalled one by one what he felt, understood and heard in the past three days. Although some things were very different from the principles of boxing and swords he learned, the internal schools were interoperable in swordsmanship, and many of the principles of Wudang's swordsmanship still had a great inspiration to him.

Just after just watching the video of Mr. Wei’s father practicing swords, he was already full of joy and felt that the trip was worth it.

Because the old man in the video was so skillful in swordsmanship, he was the only person Bai Ze had ever witnessed since his debut that he could pick up and truly combine humans and swords. His sword skills were so superb that no one could give him this feeling except for the few small attempts by Mu Dao Ren.

Although I just read it quietly, many of the questions that Bai Ze has been thinking about in his heart for a long time have been confirmed and explained in these few hours.

"The two old men of the Wei family fought overworked on the battlefield. Their swordsmanship was full of the taste of sacrificing their lives and killing themselves. For their ideals and pursuits, their swords were extremely strong and not afraid of life and death. This was their belief. Especially the old man in the video, his swordsmanship had already been integrated into his lifelong spirit. He could clearly hold a high position, but he did not hesitate to retreat bravely and let go of all fame and fortune. This was reflected in the swordsmanship, perhaps the way their generation practiced..."

"When the country is in crisis, I will die alone. When I succeed and become famous, I will let go of everything... This also contains the mystery of yin and yang in swordsmanship. The so-called worldly and worldly, thirty years of feng shui rotation, isn't it just yin and yang? Since ancient times, the most refined mind is the most refined, and there are knowledge everywhere... If I cannot be alerted to my heart at all times, I cannot guarantee that the original mind will always be pure. If the heart is not pure, the mind will not be firm. When I turn to swordsmanship, my mind will be mixed. No matter how hard I practice, I will not be able to practice a sword heart like a mirror.... Sword... Heart... Sword and Heart... are connected and clear. No wonder fewer people have practiced swords since modern times. If the sword heart is not successful, even if I am as experienced as Mr. Wei, my sword skills are superb, and I will never be able to break through the level of the Shaped Sword."

"Since I returned from Mount Emei, although I have practiced hard day and night, my swordsmanship has always been unsatisfactory. It turns out that I have taken the wrong path. The world is a big dye vat. I thought my boxing spirit was indestructible, but I didn't know that it was no longer a person's business. All aspects of society have affected my heart all the time. Unconsciously, I was still affected. If this continues, I will encounter more and more things in the future, and I will eventually be influenced by my own **, my mind is covered with dust, and I will never reach the realm of immortality like Mu Taoist in my life. It seems that I need to correct my previous thoughts, just like an ancient monk, who, in order to seek a little spiritual platform in his heart, did not hesitate to use asceticism to hone his spirit and will."

"The Buddhist ascetic monks are almost extinct in China now. If you want to find them, you can only go to India to see them. This is of course not realistic for me. However, if I want to be a wise mind and temper my spirit, I don't have to learn from them as self-harm. I just need to be a sword. No matter what obstacles or temptations he is, I will cut them off with one sword..."

Bai Ze remembered that in recent months, he had come into contact with all the people and things he had come into contact with since he had entered the university. Because of his family's debt problems, he had to fight against others and eat black. He had invisibly received his own temptation and influence. From being unwilling to being unresisting in his heart, his true heart was no longer as pure and pure as he transformed from the Chengdu Police Station.

For him, who is still 108,000 miles away from the success of boxing and swordsmanship, it is undoubtedly a poison to quench his thirst.

Fortunately, in the past three days, he read through the sword scores passed down by Mr. Wei's family and saw with his own eyes the video of the old man practicing sword in his later years. That move was not only a great achievement of the old man's sword skills in his life, but more importantly, Bai Ze realized the truth that "no desires lead to strength, and tolerance leads to greatness" from the middle.

In the world, one must be “strong if there is no desire”, and when practicing sword, one must be “tolerant if it is great”. Only when the heart is pure and reflected in swordsmanship can one not be lost.

After observing the exquisiteness of Wudang's sword, Bai Ze had a deep understanding of the mystery of his coordination between his body and mind, the relationship between thoughts and qi and blood in the sword.

After more than ten years of practicing boxing, he suddenly realized it. Then he went from fist to sword. The method of boxing and sword finally broke the threshold on this day, and it was natural that there was no obstacle in his thoughts.

However, these things were all things he had just realized. If he wanted to transform into his own strength, he would definitely have to go through a lot of training and practical battles. What Bai Ze had just realized was that he awakened his own problems and strengthened his confidence and determination to climb up the road, and he did not really climb up.

Compared to Mu Dao Ren, his achievements in swordsmanship are like a peak standing at the top of the clouds, and the other is still struggling at the foot of the mountain. However, although the gap between the two sides is incredible, the road has been found and the mind has been clear. It is only time that Bai Ze wants to climb the peak.

Sooner or later, he will follow his wishes and all his wishes come true.

"Hey, I'm born into the world. Although the truth here is simple, I can't achieve it in a day and a night when I pursue swordsmanship and boxing. When Mu Dao Ren taught me about swordsmanship, he said everything, but he didn't say it. Now I think about it, it's obviously because I just learned swordsmanship and couldn't touch this problem. Even if I say it, I won't understand it. Maybe this is a test for me. If I can't even get through this hurdle, let alone go to his ten-year appointment..."

Bai Ze suddenly smiled silently, looked up and squinted his eyes at the dazzling sunshine above his head. For a moment, he felt his thoughts fluttering in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Iron arms, poking feet, eagle claws, iron cloth shirt, Emei monkey fist, iron sand palm, Baji fist, Sword Jing, Mu Taoist, Hou San, Mogao Grottoes, Sun Mingliang, Sun Mingguang, Xiang Ying, Peacock, Zhou Fangfei, Sun Lei, Sun Yanyan, Pei Yan, Wei Tianzi, Xiangxiang, Mr. Wei and his deceased father, Hunchback Basang, Old Lama, CIA agent, the drug lord of the Golden Triangle, and the son of the Minister of Commerce Zhang Peixuan, ambushed on both sides of the road to ambush his bayonet mercenary squad, gunfire, and the Ruan brothers who died under his command.

There are also the dozen princelings in the capital who accompanied the Zhang family and his son in the morning, and Zhou Zitong, who organized the black fist competition, the mysterious Princess Misha, the red medicine of the Sunshine Club, everything, everyone has experienced such people and things in less than half a year...

And this is just a brief moment in his long life.

The sudden insight instantly pulled Bai Ze into his recent memories and flashed in his mind. I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, the ringtone of his cell phone in his clothes suddenly woke Bai Ze who was in deep thought.

His brows frowned unconsciously. He took a deep breath, and there was no bulging of his chest and abdomen, but he could only hear the crackling sound of the joints on his body, and countless muscles under his clothes stretched and surging like waves. Then he opened his mouth and a breath of white air suddenly came out of his throat, turning into a long air arrow, which sank into the air five feet away, slowly dissipating.

For a moment, it seemed that he was taking advantage of this breath to condense all the unsatisfactory things and distracting thoughts in his body and mind for a long time in this breath. As soon as he squirted out, Bai Ze felt that his whole body was much lighter and he felt refreshed and relaxed.

His phone broke a few days ago and moved all the way. I don’t know how many people trampled on him. In the end, I couldn’t even find a part. The one I asked Mr. Wei to specially equip him with military technology. Not only can I make satellite phones, but it also has many functions, which is very different from mobile phones in the world.

It's just that the appearance is slightly larger and the shape is not very beautiful, it's silly, big, black and thick.

However, Bai Ze didn't care about these things at first. Since the old man gave it to him, he was not pretentious. He put it away and took it with him. The card was still the original card.

After pressing the call button, Pei Yan's loud voice came from inside: "Brother, since you were called into this hospital, it was like being isolated from the world. A few days ago, I was blocked by Mr. Wei's guards. I promised to be discharged from the hospital in three days. I came here early this morning. Why are you standing at the door and not moving? Did you remember something? Or do you want to do something? When you came out just now, you must have met Zhang Peixuan and others. Tell you, don't do stupid things. Zhang Peixuan's father is the Minister of Commerce. Although the old man above has retired and doesn't care about the matter, he is powerful and can't afford to offend him. We should vent our anger. It's best to make a long-term plan and a long-term plan!"

Pei Yan talked endlessly, but he was very concerned about it. Bai Ze couldn't help but feel warm when he heard it. He heard the sound and saw that the Dongfeng Warrior was parked on the opposite side of the road. The camouflage car was full of mud, and I don't know how it was done.

Seeing Bai Ze looking up, Dongfeng Mengshi's car window automatically pulled down, revealing Pei Yan in casual clothes, waved to this side and hung up the phone.

When Bai Ze crossed the road and came to the front, Pei Yan jumped out of the driver's seat. When the door opened, he realized that there was a young man in the car, wearing a loose T-shirt and his hair was clean and neat. He sat in the car with a steady state. He knew at a glance that he was a trainee, otherwise he would not be like he was squatting in a horse stance.

"Hey, it's you?" Bai Ze's eyes were sharp, and he recognized the man with a glance. The young man sitting in the passenger seat was actually the one he knew. It was Li Weijian, the president of the martial arts club who practiced Xingyiquan, who saw on the playground on the day Bai Ze reported to the school.

"I'm still injured!" Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, followed by Bai Ze's gaze. Only then did he see that Li Weijian's right hand and right foot were covered with thick plaster, and he was wearing gauze outside.

"What's going on?" Bai Ze narrowed his eyes naturally, and looked at Pei Yan next to him.

"Hey, you really know each other. This guy's brother is Li Weiqiang. He is a company commander under my command. His family runs a martial arts school to teach Xingyiquan. I was sent to the Army Academy for further study because of his good performance. I don't know why, but I called me yesterday and asked if I know you. If I know you, I would like to ask you to do a favor."

Pei Yan scratched his scalp and laughed twice, showing a very embarrassed look, "I didn't want to bother you, brother, but this kid has been shaking in front of me for several days with a bandage. I looked pitiful and brought it to you for a look. Of course, whether to help or not, it depends on yourself. Don't give me face..."

Li Weijian was sitting close to the back of the chair, with thick bandages and plaster on his hands and feet. Half of his body looked like a zombie, and the color on his face was a little gray.

Seeing Bai Ze's eyes look over, he shook his expression and immediately struggled to move and jumped out of the car.

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