The Pirate I Am Undead

A man whose swordsmanship was so strong that he couldn't see through it.

In the infrared vision, the energy fluctuations in Koshiro's body were only at the same level as his, but after the fight, Mo Jing knew very well that his sword skills were not as good as Koshiro's.

In three days, the two competed seven or eight times, and each time they reached the end, each battle inspired Mo Jing greatly. Koshiro seemed to be used to teaching swordsmanship, and he was not hesitant to share his understanding of kendo with Mo Jing. thorn.

In this regard, of course, Mo Jing also voted for Li and returned Tao, and shared his understanding of the way of water with Koshiro.

So there is a small drink after each dojo class.

After dinner, on the hillside, Mo Jing discussed the previous battle with a plate of wine:

"It's too much, return other people's moves."

This trick is not difficult in principle, a bit like the "Sky Flow" he developed, but the conditions to do it are extremely harsh. It has extremely high requirements for observation, timing, and strength. It seems that Mo Jing also has the most wonderful skills.

"Hahaha, it can't compare to your knife that can cut everything!" Koshiro responded with a smile, "Just that cut, I'm afraid it has surpassed the scope of 'jutsu'!"

What he was talking about was Mo Jing's attack "gap" made by relying on "Trait: Smelling Death".

If it is really possible to cut off everything, it would be an extremely terrifying technique, but unfortunately it is not. One reason why Mo Jing was able to cut off the sword light today was that the sword light came from him, and the other reason was that after three days of fighting, He was already very familiar with Koshiro.

Just like doing big data analysis, the larger the number of samples, the more likely it is to analyze the opponent's weaknesses.

The two exchanged a wave of blows, and both were very satisfied.

Mo Jing took the opportunity to ask the question that had been troubling him for a long time: "I have been practicing swords since now, although I have been able to feel the rapid progress and inexhaustible inspiration, but sometimes there is always a feeling that I can't finish it. Some moves are always on the surface, and it seems that they can be stronger, but in fact the moves have been developed to the end, what's going on?"

Koshiro pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "Maybe it's the lack of 'heart'!"

"Heart?" Mo Jing seemed to understand.

Chapter 86 Abandon reason and dance with heart

"How do you think you can be called a real strong man?" Koshiro asked Mo Jing.

Mo Jing thought for a while: "Strong strength and a tough heart?"

"It's very close." Koshiro said with a smile.

"For a long time, people have generally believed that in order to become a strong person, three factors must be met." He raised three fingers and lowered them one by one, "Heart, body, and skill!"

"Physical and skill are easy to understand. Good physical fitness and excellent skills are the two easiest to achieve. Even people without talent can do it here as long as they study hard and persist in exercising and practicing." Both are accomplished.”

Mo Jing suddenly thought of Bei Yeduo, he is the kind of person who is not very talented, and only relies on his own day-to-day hard training to reach the next height.

With the same time and the same training method, even if Mo Jing didn't have a soul, it might only take one-tenth or even less time to learn his skills and achieve the same physical quality as him.

But the actual situation is that even though Mo Jing has surpassed Bei Yeduo's swordsmanship and physical fitness now, he is still a little short of Bei Yeduo back then.

Now it seems that it may be the gap in the "heart".

But what is "heart"?

Materialist world view, methodology?Or idealistic state of mind, will?Or is it instinct, emotion, or something more mysterious?

"The heart is who you are!" Koshiro picked up a glass of wine and gave the answer.

The sea breeze blew gently, and the crystal wine rippled.

Under Mo Jing's confused gaze, he took a sip and continued.

"The so-called heart is everything that makes up your person, your ambition, your ambition, even your fear, your cowardice, all the elements that make up your person are the composition of the heart."

Mo Jing frowned, thoughtful.

As a time traveler, the standard consumables produced by the nine-year compulsory education factory, he instinctively rejected this overly idealistic view, but he had to admit its rationality in this world.

After all, the examples are right in front of him. There are Beyedo in the distance, Mihawk the eagle-eyed Mihawk and Koshiro in front of him. They are all people who surpass themselves in "heart".

In fact, it's not that he can't understand Koshiro's statement. People often say that what kind of person they want to become can be seen as a change in the heart, and the same is true for changing a person.

If you regard life as sword skills, the endless difficulties in life are continuous attacks, and every choice is the choice of the heart. Every time you overcome a difficulty, your sword skills will become stronger, and life will be closer to success one cent.

It's the same reasoning.

It's just that in the struggle of life and death, how many people have the courage to give their choices to their hearts?

"The choice of the heart..." Mo Jing muttered to himself.

Koshiro nodded lightly, looked at the sea and sighed:

"That's why swordsmen go out to sea to challenge the strong if they want to become stronger. Their hearts are hazy, and they can only split the fog with the hands of the enemy. Between life and death, they can see their choices clearly!"

He looked at Mo Jing and said with a smile: "In my opinion, your sword is too regular, why are you so rational? Why don't you try to be more indulgent and dance as you like?"

Abandon reason and dance with heart?

Mo Jing only felt enlightened for a moment, but it was still difficult to figure out through a layer of fog, but compared to the previous confusion, he seemed to have a new direction.

He stood up and bowed respectfully as a disciple: "Thank you for your advice!"

Koshiro smiled gently: "It's all basic things, and the little guys in the dojo are tired of hearing it."

Mo Jing smiled, and just wanted to say that he was no different, but suddenly remembered what Koshiro said before, and said with a strange expression: "Wait, didn't you say that you haven't gone to sea yesterday? Then how did you become so strong?"

Koshiro's smile froze.

Mo Jing looked at him suspiciously: "You are not lying to me!"

"Of course not!" Koshiro quickly waved his hands, "But my method is rather special. You may not believe me when I tell you, but it's just meditation!"

"Just meditate?"

"It's just meditation!" Koshiro nodded with determination, and hurriedly said, "It's just that the degree of meditation is deeper. In my opinion, your 'Way of Water' is the result of the fusion of mind and skill. Maybe you can Use it as a guide to reversely pursue the direction of the heart.”

Mo Jing nodded suspiciously.

This is already a relatively personal thing, and it would be impolite to ask again.

Seeing this, Koshiro heaved a sigh of relief, quickly filled a glass for himself, and took a long gulp.

Everyone's understanding of heart is different, if he can explain it clearly in a few words, if Mo Jing asks any more, he will show his feet.

"That's right!" Mo Jing's voice sounded again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Koshiro spit out the wine, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and when he raised his head again, he had a wry smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I won't ask about your 'heart'!" Mo Jing laughed, at this distance, Koshiro's heartbeat couldn't be hidden from him at all.

"I just want to ask, have you ever seen the kind of technique that can harden your surface, improve your attack and defense, and can also be gathered on the sword to increase the damage?"

Since Karp knows it, so does his adjutant Bogart, which means that it should be a skill that can be learned. Unfortunately, he hasn't met anyone who can learn it right now, which has always made him a little regretful.

Those who know this kind of skill are not weak!

As soon as Koshiro heard Mo Jing's description, he immediately understood what he wanted to ask, and the smile on his face gradually became meaningful.

"Is this what you're talking about?" Suddenly, the black iron color appeared on the hand that raised the wine glass.

Sunglasses clapped his hands: "That's right!"

Sure enough, Koshiro would too.

According to his observations and speculations in the past few days, he guessed that Koshiro should have mastered a relatively long and complete set of kendo inheritance in order to have such an extraordinary understanding of kendo.

This is now even more confirmed.

"This technique is called Liuzakura in my hometown." The black in Koshiro's hand gradually flowed onto the wine glass in his hand, dyeing the wine glass as black as iron.

"But in the outside world, there is a more commonly used name called 'Baqi'!"

"Details!" Mo Jing filled him with wine.

But at this moment, Koshiro suddenly kept silent, like a hateful broken dog, looked at Mo Jing and smiled without saying a word, rubbed his fingers - he had to pay!

Mo Jing twitched the corners of his mouth.

Sure enough, those who wear glasses are cut in black!

Didn't he just tease the other party a little?

The two kept talking until very late, and when Mo Jing left the hillside, it was already completely dark.

Next to the Shuangyue Taoist Temple is a small village called Shuangyue Village. Mo Jing rented a small house there and paid the rent with fish every day. He has lived there for two days.

In fact, he didn't need to be so troublesome at all. If he wanted to sleep, he could directly transform into a murloc, and just lie down on the bottom of the water, but he was still more used to this feeling of being with people.

Along the path, he walked towards Frost Moon Village alone.

The night was quiet, with the occasional chirping of insects.

Not long after he left, behind a big tree by the road, a man in a black suit and black hat quietly stretched out his head, looking in the direction he left.

"What are you looking at?" A curious voice came from behind him.

The man in black suddenly lost his soul, and as soon as he turned his head, he was pinned to a tree by his neck.

Under the moonlight, Mo Jing was still in the same attire in the ashram, even with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were like a dark ocean that seemed to swallow a person's soul.

"Three sentences, convince me not to kill you!" He said while looking at the trembling pupils of the man in black.

However, the man in black understood men better than him, and Mo Jing let him go with only three words.

"Auction... Liang Kuai Knife... Treasure Tree 'Adam'!"

Mo Jing let go, and the man in the suit knelt on the ground and coughed violently.

"As far as I know, the Qizhen Auction House seems to have disappeared." Mo Jing looked down at him.

The man quickly got up from the ground, and while arranging his clothes, he said with a flattering smile: "But the auction can't stop!"

He cleared his throat and briefly explained the situation to Mo Jing.

It turns out that every auction is a grand event of the black market. The rich and nobles who come to the auction in secret will bring a huge amount of income to the black market. Therefore, even if the rare auction house is gone, the auction must be held normally!

And now the Qizhen Auction is being replaced by competitors who were defeated by the Don Quixote family before. After they took over the task of the auction, they looked through the management records of the Qizhen Auction in the past, and found in it the information left by Deckard in the past. Mo Jing’s demand, and immediately smelled the huge profit from it. This auction is their first appearance in Tortuga Island. A big customer like Mo Jing can’t miss it, so he specially bought him at a high price. The news, found here.

"Hey, can you guys get what I want?" Mo Jing asked with great interest.

Especially good sharp knife.

He has had enough of the broken knives made by those inferior souls. During the past few days of being hunted down, he has imagined that if he kills Karp and refines them into knives, will he reach the level of the supreme fast knives.

But when I thought about meeting Ace in the future, I excitedly held up a knife and introduced to him: "Look, this is your grandpa!", I wondered if I was too perverted, maybe the boat of friendship would be broken on the spot!