Chapter 157 OK

Aokiji, who had been busy all night, habitually read the medical book for a long time. After twelve o'clock, he lay down on the bed and prepared to go to sleep.

Tired, he quickly fell asleep and came to the skills training ground.

But this time, he did not enter the mixed martial arts training ground to learn how to box from Master Li. Instead, he hesitated and said to the system: "I want to enter the kendo skills training ground."

Aokiji felt that he was about to vomit from boxing every day. He really didn't want to box every day even in his dreams. It would be a good choice to change the taste occasionally.

After the familiar spin, Aokiji smelled the fragrance of bamboo forest on the tip of his nose. The fear of being dominated by Kojiro's relatives and friends suddenly came to his mind. He cautiously touched his waist but found nothing. Only then did he realize that he Not in the wrong place.

Let’s take a break from the actual training ground of kendo.

After a false alarm, Aokiji relaxed and raised his hands. The black ronin uniform he wore was the same as the one he wore in actual combat training. When the wind in the bamboo forest blew, the cold wind flowed along the open collar in front of him. Once inside, Aokiji cheered up with a slightly cool and swooshing feeling.

After looking at the bamboo forest around him for a while, Aokiji found where he should go. At the end of a gravel path at your feet, a simple bamboo house looks very harmonious in the bamboo forest.

As Aokiji approached the bamboo house, he saw a swordsman with long red hair tied into a ponytail, a sword on his waist, and a red ronin suit sitting at a small stone table in front of the bamboo house and smiling at him.

"Hello." Aokiji raised his hand to greet him with some embarrassment. The man in front of him didn't look like a modern person, and he didn't know how to greet him appropriately.

The red-haired swordsman is handsome, even a bit like a girl. Although there is a cross scar on the left side of his face, which adds a bit of sharpness to him, he does not look too old even so.

At this time, his eyes were gentle and did not look as sharp as a swordsman should have, which made Aokiji even more curious about his identity.

The swordsman looked at Aoki Si waving to him and was stunned. Then he smiled and waved: "Hello, Aoki Si."

"Are you my kendo teacher?" Aokiji came to him. The swordsman pointed to the small stone pier opposite the stone table in front of him and motioned for him to sit down first.

Seeing that there was a steaming teapot on the stone table, Aokiji was a little curious about what the tea in this dream tasted like, so he sat down and looked at the swordsman in front of him carefully.

The swordsman also looked at Aokiji's appearance at this time and couldn't help but admired: "He looks like a good executioner."

His voice was magnetic, but not thick. He sounded a bit young, and the language he spoke was not modern. It's probably similar to what the ancients said in the neon historical drama. It's not difficult to understand, but it's a little weird.

Are they ancient people?

Hearing this, Aokiji snorted and smiled bitterly: "Executioner? Although I look like this, I feel that the profession of executioner is still not suitable for me. I wonder if this teacher can teach me something that is not about killing people." Swordsmanship for the purpose?”

The reason why Aokiji said this is because in the history of Neon, there was a kendo school that adhered to the so-called "living sword" idea, a swordsmanship technique with the purpose of not being killed.

He wanted to learn this kind of swordsmanship. If so, he might be able to occasionally use it against enemies in reality.

"Kendo skills that don't kill people?" The red-haired swordsman was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed out loud: "Swords are weapons. Kendo is the way to kill people. And the so-called swordsmanship! It's the trick to kill people. No matter how you use it. Decorate it with gorgeous words, but this is the truth after all. Are you serious about wanting to learn the art of swordsmanship without killing people?"

Aokiji looked a little disappointed: "Really?"

"What do you think? Do you want to learn that kind of swordsmanship?" The red-haired swordsman poured out two cups of tea and drank one cup first.

Aokiji said helplessly: "In the world I live in, killing is illegal. Maybe for me, kendo can only be used during competitions, or simply as a physical strengthening technique."

Hearing this, the red-haired swordsman raised his eyebrows curiously: "Is there no war in your world?"

"Yes, yes, but those wars no longer require weapons like knives. And although there are still wars, the vast majority of people have long been away from the harm of war. At least, I have never seen what war is like. Yes, you can only see it from the news." Aokiji explained.

"I see. Has the era of true peace already ushered in?" The swordsman raised his head with emotion, his eyes slightly moist. He pursed his lips and smiled with some relief: "Then in your era, swordsmanship What does it look like?”

Aokiji thought for a while and said: "It's probably just for physical fitness. There will be various kendo competitions, but that's it. It's not even a popular sports school in the world."

"Really." The swordsman nodded and said with a smile: "That's pretty good. No wonder your understanding of swordsmanship is like this."

Seeing his rather emotional expression, Aokiji said curiously: "What era did you live in?"

"It was an era full of chaos and bloodshed." The swordsman recalled something in his eyes: "It was the early days of the Meiji Restoration."

"Wait a minute." Aokiji narrowed his eyes: "Meiji Restoration?"

The swordsman coughed twice and said sternly: "Don't think so much. In my time, there was also the Meiji Restoration. I only knew a little bit about it. In short, in my time, a swordsman would kill someone when he attacked."

"I have an excellent set of killing swordsmanship. As long as you are willing to learn it, it is easy to kill a hundred people and a thousand people. Do you want to learn it? The more people you kill with this swordsmanship, the stronger you become. As long as you kill them and bleed like a river, you can become a killer." The Saint of Swords." The red-haired swordsman raised his tea cup to hide his expression.

Aokiji shook his head decisively and refused: "Forget it."

Even if he kills people in the training ground, Aokiji is not willing. He felt that if he really killed dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people in the actual training ground, his view of people would definitely change.

If the view of other people's lives becomes indifferent, with Aokiji's growing strength, some terrible consequences will inevitably occur. If one day you feel that human life is nothing more than this, and kill someone in reality, you will be in big trouble!

"Then I also have a set of top-notch swordsmanship. As long as you return to your world and kill someone, I can teach it to you. This swordsmanship is the top swordsmanship I learned from China. If you learn it, it will be in your hands." It’s not a problem to become a peerless genius in this era, how about it?”

"Well, in my era, murderers had to pay with their lives." Aokiji felt that the guy in front of him was talking about killing, and he was a little frustrated.

He has no interest in swordsmanship to begin with. If this guy only knows some killing techniques, he might as well not learn it. If one day he is not able to stop it, what killing moves did he use with the bamboo sword in the real world? With his strength It's really not necessarily something big that will happen. He just wanted to learn some swordsmanship skills, but the man in front of him seemed to be unable to practice swordsmanship without killing people.

Let the system try another teacher?

"Are you serious that you don't want to kill anyone?" The swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly grasped the handle of the sword with his right hand. A frightening aura suddenly came to his face.

Aokiji felt that his eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying, his body suddenly became cold, and his hands and feet became a little weak.

Is this what is called murderous intent?

Aokiji was thoughtful, but not panicked.

"No killing." Aokiji stood up with a wary expression, keeping a distance from him, ready to leave the training ground at any time.

"That" the swordsman's expression became more and more terrifying. Aokiji felt as if he was seeing a beast that was about to devour people, and the coldness he felt on his body became more and more obvious.

"OK." The swordsman smiled, and his already handsome features looked more like a gentle woman.

OOK?

Aokiji looked confused.

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PS: "I have a trick that can update 100,000 words a day, but those who practice this trick are destined to lose half of their lifespan and become prematurely old." The master smiled at the author.

The author thought for a moment and shook his head: "I just married a wife and started a family. I have to lead the dog. I don't want to leave the money to the keyboard warrior."

"I have a trick that can be updated at 50,000 per day. But those who practice this trick will definitely lose weight, lose their hair, and look haggard." The master's smile gradually disappeared.

The author shook his head decisively: "A car can cost five, money can be scarce, and a head cannot be without hair."

The expert's face darkened and he said gloomily: "I have one last trick."

[To be continued]