I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 170
"Your culinary skills are not much worse than sword skills!"

Back at the thatched hut, Seijuro Hiko, who had eaten raw seafood congee made by Fujii himself, praised with a homemade toothpick.

Originally, he didn't want to talk to this stranger who could fly to the sword, but Fujii followed him all the way back, and made breakfast for him when he got home. tree glance.

"As long as you promise to have a serious discussion with me, I can write down the method of making it."

Fujii was sitting under the leaky thatched hut. The climate by the sea is always changeable. Not long after they came back, it began to rain lightly.

"The sword is a murder weapon, and swordsmanship is also the art of killing. What's the use of learning this kind of means that will bring suffering and harm?"

Kiyojuro's negative attitude is different from Kenshin who actively participated in political struggles and assassinations in his early years. He has long seen the essence of the Meiji government, exploited the people, and fought militaristically. In recent years, he has been gearing up for the peninsula. They are all the same kind of people, and he has no interest in helping anyone, so he can only hide his weapons in his body and hide in the mountains and forests.

debate?interesting.

It was the first time for Fujii to meet someone with this kind of thinking in the simulated world. The more intelligent people understand the nature of the world, the more they will feel desperate for this cold and ruthless world, but their attitudes are different.

"Without superb swordsmanship, how can you protect yourself in troubled times? When encountering injustice, draw your sword and use a three-foot green front to judge good and evil in your heart. This should be the way of a swordsman, right? The use of the sword is up to the person, and the crime is not in the sword."

His answer made Hiko Seijuro smile without saying a word, his eyes were a little lonely, and he looked at the young Fujii tree, as if seeing himself when he was young again.

"You haven't reached my stage yet, so you don't understand me. I don't care how you learned the Flying Sword Style swordsmanship. If you want to defeat me, you can't succeed if you don't master the true meaning of the Flying Sword Style. .”

Kiyojuro Bigu then made a condition, "I cook the meals every day, and you need to have more tricks, so that you can stay here temporarily."

"No problem, excuse me then."

This condition is not too much, Fujii agreed without thinking.

"Then let's start with pottery."

Bigu Qingjuro led Fujii to the next-door shed, where he relied on this craft to make a living, and he was even somewhat famous.

Pottery?Is it related to Feitian Yujianliu?

Fujii thought puzzledly, but didn't question it aloud. There are two manual turntables in the shed, one large and one small, which can only be turned by manpower from time to time to turn clay into pottery.

He followed Hiko Kiyojuro to start making pottery. Unfortunately, although his skills have improved, he was not recognized by Goldfinger. It seems that card bugs cannot practice other skills in the dungeon world.

From spring to summer, a handful of clay rotates in the palm of the palm, and Fujii waits quietly for it to take shape, draws the extended curve with fingertips, balances its center of gravity, and pushes the rotating turntable with the other hand from time to time, Applying moderate force.

"It's already in shape. It's only been a few months, and it's almost catching up with me."

Kiyojuro Bigu who was next to him commented objectively, thanks to Fujiiki's superb cooking skills during this period, his complexion was much more ruddy than before, and he even got a little fatter.

"Then, you should understand a little bit, right? The so-called true meaning of swordsmanship, the highest state is balance, just like this pottery, grasping its center of gravity, you can get the shape you want."

Bigu Qingjuro mentioned swordsmanship for the first time in several months, "The same is true for swordsmanship, finding the balance point of the sword's power and exerting force instantly can often break the momentum with a single skill."

He took down a long knife from the wall, it was his saber Kikyo Xiandongyue.

"I've already told you the technique, now it's time to teach you how to realize your mind."

"Thank you, offended."

Fujii stood up, washed off the dirt on his hands, and unfastened the katana at his waist. The two walked to the open space outside and stood facing each other.

"I will try my best to kill you, but don't think that this is just a sparring, and you will die."

The tradition of Feitian Yujianliu is that Shi Shi made his debut, and realized the ultimate mystery of the school between life and death. Bigu Qingjuro followed the rules and reminded Fujii, although he never asked Fujii how to master it except Tianxiang Longshan. With all his sword skills, he already regarded Fujii Shu as the descendant of Feitian Yujian School in his heart.

"I understand, Bigu Qingjuro is a teacher."

Fujii put on a posture, his figure was steady, although his sword skills remained at LV4/99%, but there was something different.

Double Dragon Flash!
Swinging the sword for the first time in several months, a cold light bloomed, Fujii tree's sword blade came out of the sheath and slashed, Hiko Seijuro's long knife stopped him, the scabbard of his left hand launched a two-stage attack, Hiko Seijuro swung it at the same time The scabbard of the strike blocked it.

Long Xiang flashes!
Looking at each other, Fujii tree unleashed a powerful slash, fourteen times the strength and speed of ordinary people, which could no longer be seen with the naked eye. The ground covered with dead leaves plowed a two-foot-deep ditch, and the invisible sword energy called It came out, and the green bamboo more than ten meters away separated from it.

"Can you cut out the sword energy? It's amazing comprehension."

Kiyojuro Bigu avoided this slash, and looked back. Those who can slash sword energy are all true sword masters, and they must have their level of physique. From ancient times to the present, only a few people can reach this level.

"The way of the sword breaks through to LV5, and you get the skill sword energy."

"Sword Qi: use Qi to control the sword, use the sword to nourish Qi, its power can penetrate gold cave stones, nothing can resist it, and consumes mental power."

"Sword; LV5/43%."

"The me now is different from the me in the previous moment."

Fujii smiled confidently as he appreciated the experience he had accumulated over the past few months.

"Boom!"

There was a sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, and the cloak he took off sank half an inch into the ground, Bigu Qingjuro stretched his muscles and bones, and finally had a chance to release the restraint he had been wearing for a long time, and he could fight with all his strength.This time, he won't run away.

"Whoosh-!"

Bigu Qingjuro raised his hand and waved an invisible sword energy, his whole body leaped up, and the dragon hammer fell down in a flash.

Fujii tree used the sensual sword to block the incoming sword energy, his feet sank an inch into the mud, and he swung upwards without looking at it, and hit the sword with Hiko Seijuro's dragon mallet, sparking sporadic sparks.

"I haven't had such a suitable opponent for a long time, and I don't want to use this trick as the end."

After a fierce battle, there was no longer any standing bamboo in this green bamboo forest. Seijuro Bigu was panting, and Fujii tree on the opposite side was also sweating on his forehead.

Receiving the remnant heart, shaking off the floating dust on the blade, Bigu Qingjuro swung the sword around, pulling out the visual afterimages, the last move of Feitian Yujian before the master was...

Nine-headed dragon flash!

Hiko Kiyojuro, who had the same physique as Fujii, slashed eight times in a row. The space in front of Fujii's eyes solidified instantly, and the opponent's merciless killing intent merged into the blade, cutting through the space. Every trajectory was clearly visible. The disturbed air flow, The balanced sword posture secretly revealed a flaw.

"Sky-Sky-Dragon-Flash!"

Fujii took a step forward, facing the enemy, swiping the blade in the air, setting off an invisible sword energy, slashing back in an instant, his body flew up, and passed Hiko Seijuro's last stab.

The falling bamboo leaves were split by the sword energy, and a strand of messy hair on Bigu Qingjuro's forehead fluttered down. He put away the long knife and asked with his back to Fujii.

"Just now, you have a chance to kill me, why not?"

Fujii's shoulder was pierced, and blood flowed out, but as far as his body was concerned, it was not a fatal injury.

On Bigu Qingjuro's cheek, a slender scar opened, and if it moved two inches, it would have killed him.

"Because, I have already realized the profound meaning of Feitian Yujianliu, and it is not my job to inherit the profound meaning. Isn't Feicun Jianxin still a teacher?"

Fujii Shu put his sword back into its sheath, and walked towards the distance step by step.

"Where are you going?"

Kiyojuro Hiko finally asked.

"Where I should go."

Fujii Shutou replied without answering, and gradually drifted away, his figure disappeared in the suddenly appearing mist.

The next day, Hiko Seijuro, who was back to his old business of catching the sea again, saw a ronin in a crimson top lying quietly in the soft sand on the beach where the tide was rising and falling.

It really is you!As soon as one left, another came.

Using a freshly sharpened wooden fork to push this ronin's face, it is more distressed than Gu Qingjuro's face. He will never forget this face, except for the cross-shaped scars, it is the same as the person in his memory.

After trying it, he was still breathing, Bigu Seijuro picked up the ronin on the ground with one hand, this guy has a nickname that makes ordinary people frightened, the executioner draws his sword - Feicun Kenshin.

I don't know, how is your comprehension, Jian Xin?

Kiyojuro Bigu stepped on the sand and walked towards the distance, his figure gradually shrank and became blurred until he disappeared.

(End of this chapter)