Seeing his ambiguous smile, Yan An glanced at him fiercely and said unhappily, "You came to this beach to practice your spear. Your spear skills are just at the entry level, so you really need to practice hard."
After hearing her words, Lu Jingzhi nodded undeniably.
"My wife is right. I have indeed fallen behind in this area."
After saying that, he slowly took off his black robe, leaving his upper body bare-chested, revealing his strong and well-proportioned muscles. The cool sea breeze blew on his body, bringing with it bursts of coolness.
"Well, let's get started."
He touched his head and asked Yan An curiously, "Master, how should we practice?"
"Wait a moment."
Yan An took off her embroidered shoes and walked barefoot on the beach, feeling the fine sand. Then she walked to the beach, letting the waves hit her, bringing a hint of coolness.
She looked ahead, and saw a pitch-black expanse, like a deep sea with surging waves.
"What is intention?"
Lu Jingzhi pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then answered, "It means the understanding and perception of a thing."
"So, is there intention in your gun? Is there a heart in the gun?"
He fell into silence, sitting on the beach in deep thought. The sea breeze blew his hair and clothes, but it could not blow away the doubts in his heart.
"Master, I don't know. Please enlighten me."
There are countless kinds of "intention", including sword intention, spear intention, knife intention, etc., but these artistic conceptions are all similar.
“More or less the same?”
"Well, I'll use sword intent as an example." She flashed in front of Lu Jingzhi, looked down at him, and stretched out her right hand, "Take out your gun."
"Master, aren't you going to talk about the sword? Why do you need a gun?"
"Stop talking nonsense and bring it over."
Lu Jingzhi nodded and quickly took out the black tassel spear and handed it to Yan An.
"Now, it's a sword."
"Ah? Is this a sword?"
Lu Jingzhi widened his eyes and looked at the black tassel spear in Yan An's hand with disbelief on his face.
"I think it is, it is." Yan An said in a low voice, and came to the beach again, holding the gun handle as if holding a sword.
She closed her eyes, and the sword intent in her body continued to be released, turning into wisps of red sword energy, lingering around the black tassel spear.
At this moment, the black tasseled spear seemed to have turned into an extremely sharp sword, emitting a heart-pounding aura.
"Sword of Will: Break all laws with one sword."
Yan An shouted softly, swung his spear with one hand, and slashed fiercely at the sea.
The terrifying mysterious energy and the extremely sharp spear intent intertwined together, tearing the void apart.
There was no sound at all, but in the middle of the sea, an astonishing scene appeared—
The originally surging sea surface was actually split open, forming a wide chasm.
The waters near the coast and far offshore were separated, revealing a seabed covered in mud and sand.
This chasm is bottomless, like a crack in the earth, which is amazing.
Lu Jingzhi widened his eyes and rubbed them in shock, unable to believe what he saw.
He couldn't help swallowing, his heart filled with shock.
Yan An slowly turned around, holding the spear that had turned back to black in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
She threw the spear towards Lu Jingzhi with force, a sharp look in her eyes.
Lu Jingzhi raised his hand to take it, holding the warm spear in his hand.
"What's the purpose of the gun?"
"What is a gun?" Lu Jingzhi sat back on the beach, gently touching the gun with his right hand, as if he was thinking, as if he was gaining insights.
"What exactly is gun intent?"
"What's a gun?"
Yan An didn't disturb him but sat on the beach.
Something as mysterious as the gun's intent can only be comprehended by oneself, and no one else can help him.
…
The morning sun rises from the sea level, making the sparkling sea water red.
The screams of horses, the cries of men, and the screams of pain suddenly rang in my ears.
Lu Jingzhi slowly opened his eyes.
He saw himself on the battlefield.
He held a spear in his hand, his posture as straight as a pine tree.
His eyes were firm and sharp, revealing an indomitable momentum.
He looked behind him and saw a ruined city.
He looked ahead and saw a battle between two armies of hundreds of thousands of people.
Blood splattered and flesh flew everywhere.
"kill!"
He shouted, gripping the spear tightly in his hand, and rushed forward without hesitation.
The spear danced in his hand like a nimble dragon.
Every swing was filled with a resolute killing intent, as if to tear apart all the enemies in front of him.
His imposing manner was so impressive that it intimidated the enemy.
His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of his enemies, making them feel the approach of death.
His gun intent contains a desire for victory and contempt for the enemy.
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