Peace of the Pirate

"What's the difference between swordsmanship and fighting?" Qin Ping's face showed interest, looking forward to Dean's continued talk. .

"Sir, although learning kendo and learning fighting are somewhat similar in the early stages, the difference between the two becomes greater the further you go. In the early stage, while training strength in kendo, you must also take into account the flexibility of the wrist to ensure complex and changeable skills. Sword moves. In the later stages, swordsmanship and spiritual practice are inseparable. Only the stronger the mind, the stronger the swordsmanship."

"Learning to fight is much simpler. The strongest strength and fastest speed are the ultimate goals. All those who practice fighting are on this path." Dean briefly introduced the differences between the two and waited. Qin Ping made a choice.

"That's it." Qin Ping nodded. Spiritual cultivation is a very mysterious thing, which is also commonly known as understanding. Understanding is a momentary breakthrough, but not understanding may take a lifetime, so I feel resentful.

Suddenly his eyes caught sight of a knife worn on Dean's waist. Qin Ping asked, "Dean, you should be a swordsman."

Following Qin Ping's gaze and looking at his sword, Dean shook his head lonely: "Maybe I used to be, but now I am no longer worthy of this title."

Sure enough, it’s no wonder that Dean knows so much about swordsmanship. He seems to be a person with stories. Qin Ping tried to dig out: “If you don’t mind, tell me.”

It's a pity that I don't have any wine on hand now. You must know that stories and wine are the real perfect match.

"There is no inconvenience, it's all over." Dean said without hesitation: "Everyone who practices swordsmanship has a heart to become a swordsman, and I was the same.

"For this dream, I learned kendo since I was a child and followed a famous master for 10 years before I achieved success. When my master told me that there was nothing more he could teach me, I went to sea."

Speaking of the past, Dean's weather-beaten face showed a smile: "The vast sea is a necessary journey for every man. Less than a year after going to sea, I made a big name. When I mentioned Shinmon Ittoryu Dean, at that time I should know a lot of people. During the trip, I also made friends and lovers. That period of time can be said to be the happiest time in my life."

Soon, the smile on Dean's face disappeared, replaced by despair: "Until that day I met a pirate, a man with eyes like an eagle."

"Eagle-like eyes?" Qin Ping imagined what a person's face would look like with such a pair of eyes.

"That's right, his name is Joracol Mihawk. He is one of the current seven warriors under the king. He is a great swordsman. No, he may have become the strongest swordsman in the world now." Thinking of that man Dean still couldn't help but shudder. Faced with such a look, even the strongest warrior would inevitably shudder.

Qin Ping had an impression of the term Shichibukai. He had read it in a book. It was a measure taken by the World Government to stabilize the increasingly crazy sea. It gained the allegiance of famous pirates by giving them a legal identity. It was also commonly known as recruitment. .Of course, whether it has any specific effect is still open to question.

In any case, the King's Shichibukai itself is synonymous with strength and is a group of people who stand at the top of the world. Otherwise, the world government would not consider recruiting them. It's just that Dean didn't expect that he met one of them when he was young. Bit.

"At that time, Joracol Mihawk was not as famous as he is now. I was a bounty hunter and he was a pirate, so I took action." Thinking of the scene that day, Dean tightened his grip. His fist trembled in a trembling voice: "But it was just a knife, and he shattered everything about me."

"He is a true swordsman genius."

Dean still can't forget the grace of that knife. The huge mountain range was neatly cut into two sections, and the falling peaks shook the earth. He was no match for Mihawk. He survived solely because the other party saw it. The heart of his sword collapsed and he didn't bother to take action.

There are too many difficulties in the path of sword fighting. Not only does it depend on one's talent, but one also has to endure the oppression of geniuses, and one feels despair when watching them excel.Dean is such a poor guy. At his proudest and brightest age, he met someone who is difficult to surpass in his life. His heart of swordsmanship was destroyed to the last bit, making it difficult for him to make any further progress.

Dean was immersed in the past and couldn't help himself. He had various expressions of loss, regret, fear, etc. Suddenly Qin Ping spoke up.

"That knife must be very handsome."

Looking at Dean's confused eyes, Qin Ping added again: "I see that you have all kinds of emotions, but you don't have any jealousy or resentment towards the guy with eagle eyes, so I think that knife must be very handsome."

"Is that so?" Dean looked at his hands blankly. He had always thought that he would resent Joracol Mihawk. After all, it was because of him that he finally bid farewell to the path of swordsmanship.

Do I really not resent him?

Dean had never looked deeply into his own heart, because whenever he thought of that scene, his heart would tremble uncontrollably, and depression and despair would occupy his mind.

But this time, for some reason, Dean wanted to take a good look, even if he experienced that kind of despair again.

Gradually, Dean's eyes became clearer and clearer, and his expression became calmer and calmer.

"Sir, you are right. That sword is really handsome. I have never dreamed of wielding a sword like that." Dean's lips raised, and his eyes were filled with admiration: "Joracol Mihawk is a A true great swordsman, he alone can rival other great pirates."

It’s really exciting to travel across the entire ocean alone.

Qin Ping's eyes flashed with light, and he decided that compared to brutal fighting, handsome swordsmanship was more in line with his style.

"I want to learn swordsmanship, um, no, I want to learn swordsmanship."

Qin Ping quickly corrected his statement, otherwise it would always feel weird, although the meaning was the same.

Dean nodded, with a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes: "Sir, although I am not very capable, I will definitely do my best to help you lay a solid foundation."

Boom, boom, boom.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the training room.

Qin Pinggang took off his clothes: "Come in."

The door was opened, and Prussia led a little boy in.

The little boy was wearing pure white clothes, but this was the style worn by servants. His face was full of kindness and admiration. Following Pruss's instructions, he knelt down in front of Qin Ping without saying a word.

boom.

Listening to the loud noise coming from the floor, Qin Ping's tooth ached terribly. This silly boy was kneeling down so sincerely.

"Prussia, what are you doing? He can't be your son."

Qin Pinghao looked at the little boy. He looked very similar to Prussia, especially his hair, which was the same red and curly.

Prussia also knelt in front of Qin Ping and buried his head on the ground to plead.

"Master, please allow Horus to follow you."

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