Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 5 Above the Kendo
In the afternoon, City Children’s Palace, Musashi Kendo Hall.

"This guy doesn't wear any protective gear, and he has practiced straight chops thousands of times from beginning to end. Where is he a novice? No one has kicked him out?"

"Shut up! You are new here and don't know the rules, don't use your ignorance to speculate on that adult at will!"

"There are two special beings in our Children's Palace Kendo Hall who are regarded as the 'Children's Palace Sword Master', and that one is one of them! These two adults have the strength to surpass the head of the curator in kendo!"

"Hey! Didn't the curator pass the seventh-dan exam this year? They are actually better than the seven-dan curator at their age?"

In a corner of the dojo, a young man wearing a white top and bottom black kendo uniform and thick white socks was swinging his sword at the air. The surrounding area was extremely empty, and no one approached him.

If beginners who have not yet started kendo think that the uniform movements of teenagers are too monotonous, just drawing a knife and swinging a sword, even children who have not yet graduated from elementary school can practice this set of simple movements proficiently.

But any "old man" who has been in the kendo gym for some time knows that this is one of the daily lessons that teenagers must go through.Careful swordsmen can see that even though the boy swung the bamboo knife thousands of times, his breathing is still long and there is no sign of disorder. What is even more frightening is that the angle, frequency and strength of each swing of the boy are so precise. It was terrifying, almost comparable to a well-set mechanical program.

Moreover, boys generally keep the top and bottom in the same color in kendo uniforms. The top white and the bottom black are mostly Iaido, Aikido or high-level dressing methods. If there is no corresponding high-level temperament, different colors will only make you People look very feminine.

But even with this kind of attire, wearing it on the young man didn't feel disobedient or abrupt, on the contrary, it fit very well with his aura, as if the young man should be dressed like this from birth.

"Ming Fei, I heard that you are going abroad too?" A middle-aged man with a protective mask in one hand and a bamboo knife in the other came to the boy.The middle-aged man had a friendly smile, about 40 years old, and his slender chin was covered with iron-blue stubble.

"It should be just a few days, curator. By the way, will you be lonely after I leave?" Lu Mingfei kept swinging his sword while joking with the middle-aged man. The slightest stagnation.

Ten thousand times of hard work every day until the sword is commanded like an arm, it seems that the sword has long been a part of Lu Mingfei's body, and the movement of swinging the sword is naturally no different from breathing and blinking.

"You are not a big girl with yellow flowers, why am I lonely after you leave!" The middle-aged man laughed and scolded, "Pack up and get out as soon as possible, you and Chu Zihang, you two have stayed in my kendo gym all these years. Chewing my tongue? People say that the students who come here for fame are all admiring the name of the two Children’s Palace Sword Masters, and the old curator has long since passed away in name only when he is old! Do you mean to be irritating or not?”

"Who's child is so ignorant! You can eat indiscriminately, can you talk indiscriminately!" Lu Mingfei looked angrily, and said generously, "What do you mean when the curator is old and useless? It sounds like the curator when he was young. How powerful it can be!"

"You boy!" The middle-aged man raised the bamboo knife as if to hit Lu Mingfei, but when he found that the latter was not frightened at all, he withdrew the bamboo knife angrily.

"But it's true, compared to the two of you, I was a waste when I was young. Who would have imagined that you only started practicing swords when you were 15 years old. In just three years, you have far surpassed me in the way of swords. You're an old guy!" The middle-aged man sighed.

"Don't tell me, who said that the curator is old, who am I to be the first to worry about? I won the title of seventh-dan at the age of more than 40. Isn't it easy to get a little older, eighth-dan and ninth-dan? Hundred-year-old Juggernaut It must be you, Master Curator!" Lu Mingfei was full of pride.

"Stinky boy, you're swearing at people in a different way!" The middle-aged man slapped Lu Mingfei on the head, "If it weren't for the rigid rules of Japanese swordsmanship and the serious problem of seniority, you and Chu Zihang, you two boys, go get a seven Isn't Duan Ba ​​Duan easy?"

"After Chu Zihang left, you were quite boring. Originally, he had studied with me for a whole season in elementary school and then he lost contact. You dragged him to me to practice sword with you three years ago. Every time you fight At that time, my little dilapidated temple was almost overwhelmed by the crowd! By the way, which one of you will win more?" The middle-aged man asked gossipingly.

"Senior brother wins a lot. In the first year of sword learning, almost all senior brothers won. Later, I was lucky enough to beat senior brother a few times." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"It's not a fluke for you! How can there be a fluke in a kendo duel? It depends on your steady strength and adaptability!" The middle-aged man said, "Actually, I am also curious about your current strength. Before leaving Did you have any interest in sparring with this old bone of mine before?"

"Your students are all here, curator, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to hold your head up in front of them?" Lu Mingfei stopped swinging his sword, and pointed to the passionate kendo boys dressed in black who were watching from afar and asked in a low voice. .

"It's no shame to lose to our Children's Palace Juggernaut!" The man laughed loudly, "And you forgot that I brought you up too. The higher your skills, the better I teach. Naturally, I am more gratified as a teacher!"

"I hope that more and more people will sign up for your kendo class." Lu Mingfei smiled and exposed the man's true thoughts.

He swung his sword one last time, and the air burst like bamboo joints. The boy sheathed the knife and followed the man on the spotless solid wood floor to the center of the field.

"Still not wearing protective gear, Mingfei?" the man asked softly.

"Curator, you know, I didn't pick up the sword because I yearned for Japanese kendo. On the contrary, I dislike the red tape in Japanese kendo." Lu Mingfei shook his head with a serious face and said in a deep voice, "That thin layer A thin mask can't stop the enemy's killing intent, and it can't protect important people at the moment of life and death."

The onlookers loudly cheered the title of "Sword Master of the Children's Palace", and raised their arms and cheered loudly for the boy's rebellious but generous remarks.

Only the middle-aged man heard the sharpness of a sword in Lu Mingfei's tone.

Both sides bowed at ninety degrees in the arena, even though the eyes of the middle-aged man under the protective gear were as deep as the sea, he still couldn't see through the eighteen-year-old youth standing opposite him.

Mingfei, will you face such a dangerous situation in the future?Killing Sword, what kind of grievances are buried in your young heart?That being the case, as your leader of the way of the sword, I am willing to be the first stepping stone on your way of the sword!
The sword tips intertwined, obviously it was just two bamboo knives confronting each other, but people seemed to smell the bloody storm coming.

The middle-aged man glanced up and down with a pair of eyeballs, searching hard like a radar and then grasping the momentary flaw that determines the outcome.

But Lu Mingfei, who was confronting him, didn't show any flaws. He was immobile but majestic, like a lion.

(End of this chapter)