MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 689 it

   Chapter 689 It

   In the dim tunnel, Lausanne II managed to fend off his opponent's dangerous sword.

   He didn't hesitate, then bent his knees and made progress, rushing into the white smoke with unclear vision, and took advantage of the trend to counterattack!

   Over the years, this set of legion ten moves has long since become his instinct, melted into his soul through thousands of trials, no need to observe, no need to think.

   Until his sword was suddenly blocked!

   "Clang!"

  In the piercing metal sound, the enemy firmly held his blade:

   "Too casual, squire."

   Listening to the other party's words, Lausanne II's eyes moved.

   "If you want to be a knight, be more serious!"

  I saw Joaquin Knight appearing from the scattered white smoke, with a stern tone, he twisted his sword with great strength!

   "Sigh!"

With the sound of    blades rubbing, the two separated again.

   Lausanne II took three steps back to stabilize his body.

   But instead of fighting back immediately, he stared at his sword, his eyes erratic.

  Want to be a knight...

  Become a knight…

   Knight...

  【Remember, attendant! A knight is not just a name, it represents a piece of history, a culture, a group of people, the same spirit, and a belief... and the way of knighthood is a sublimation road that is worth your whole life to comprehend and practice! 】

   Lausanne's expression remained unchanged, but he clenched the hilt of his sword.

   Pale white smoke rose up and filled his body, mysterious and ominous.

   In front of him, Joaquin Knight looked calm and unhurried, as if this was just a daily training.

   Lausanne was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head slightly and looked at the person in front of him:

   "Such an orthodox legion ten... you, is it really you?"

  Hua Jin heard the words for a while, then put down the blade and smiled slightly:

   "I know, squire, you must be confused right now."

Puzzled?

   Lausanne II shuddered.

[I know, attendant, you are very confused at the moment: in this world, the title of knight is getting cheaper and cheaper, whether it is a knight conferred by major families or even a knight conferred by the royal family, it seems that it has become a utilitarian promotion. Rank, as long as a man can wield a sword and can afford the money... and the corresponding tests, trials, and trials are getting fewer and fewer, and the threshold for becoming a knight is getting lower and lower... So why, why do we still need Adhere to this old-fashioned and backward knightly ancient method, and adhere to this set of creeds that have long been despised? 】

   But how is this possible?

   "You, how can you come back from the dead?"

   Lausanne said softly, he looked at the brightly dressed and neatly equipped Joaquin Knight, Master Joaquin, trying to find the word:

   "Still so - young?"

   just like the memory.

   But in the next instant, Joaquin's blade pierced the white smoke and went straight to his throat in the sassy sword wind!

   "Clang!"

   Lausanne II reacted extremely quickly, turned sideways, and opened the enemy's sword to the other side, but Joaquin did not lose his strength and did not retreat, and the whole person slammed into him!

   "Boom!"

   With a muffled sound, the positions of the two changed instantly:

   They stood side by side, shoulders pressed together, facing the same direction, two long swords tangled in front of them, trembling from time to time in the fierce wrestling.

   Lausanne II stomped on the ground outside, his expression tightened, and he resisted with all his strength.

   As they have done on the training ground, a thousand times.

   "No, my student, my attendant, you're off topic."

   In the strange white smoke, Joaquin sneered and looked at Lausanne beside him:

   "The place you are confused should not be my age, it should not be this superficial appearance."

   Lausanne frowned and looked at Joaquin's sword - the simple but sharp sword that was said to have served Eddie II until the latter ascended to the throne.

   As always.

   "What you should be wondering is: Attendant, why are you still unable to defeat me?"

   Can't beat him?

   Victory over Joaquin?

   Lausanne's eyes sharpened.

   In the next second, he only felt that his hands and sides were empty, and then he heard the sword wind whistling!

   Worse.

   Lausanne didn't have time to think, every muscle, joint, and organ in his whole body started to operate rapidly, making the most reasonable response in an instant, letting him turn around and raise his arms, stand up to his sword, and meet the surging wind and waves!

   "Dang! Ding! Ding!"

The   metals clashed, and the sharp noises were repeated, very harsh, and even the water on the ground was shaken by ripples.

This time, Lausanne let go of himself. He was no longer obsessed with the tenth form of the legion. Instead, he used all the martial arts moves he had seen, heard, learned and practiced over the years-Meteor Strike, Smiling Sword Form, Fear Killing, Bright Candle Eight Slash, Earth-breaking Dragon, Glacier Axe, Inch Attack, Fire Sea and Gale, Oracle's Teaching Style, Silent Cicada Sword... and even the two incomplete but indescribable Elf Sword Dances, all at your fingertips!

   to welcome the review of the former teachers.

   "Clang! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding——"

The sound of    metal crashing was incessant, and the entire tunnel was billowing with white smoke, and the fire from the clashing swords made it flicker and dim.

  The shadows of the two people spread out in the smoke. They are long and short, big and small, like a revolving lantern, reflecting incoherent illusory silhouettes, changing, strange and inexplicable.

   Finally, the two beams of light and shadows separated again after more than ten consecutive hits, and the tunnel returned to silence.

   The white smoke faded away, revealing two people standing opposite each other:

   Lausanne's short horizontal sword, ready to fight.

  Hua Jin stands on the spot, tidying up at his leisure.

   "Unbelievable, impressive."

   After a few seconds, Joaquin Knight nodded with satisfaction:

"In addition to the three different styles of Emperor Feng's swordsmanship, you also used the martial arts of the temple side: Storm, Rose and Sin of the End Tower, no less than the styles of the three veins. It even includes the insidious moves of desert mercenaries. , the very characteristic grassland martial arts, the fighting skills of the Northlanders, the short-handed skills of the thorny land, the spinning combos of the flame sea people, the induction style of the temple knights, and a set of preemptive Far Eastern swordsmanship, oh, even And the ancient sword dance of the elves?"

  Joaquin Knight's tone was filled with admiration and recognition, as if in memory.

   But in Lausanne's eyes, he only felt more and more dull in his heart.

   "It seems that you have listened to my teaching, attendant: learn from a hundred schools of thought, learn from each other, and master each other, so that you can become everyone."

  The young and powerful Hua Jin seemed to see through his thoughts, and saw the knight smile slightly:

   "But that still doesn't answer the question: why?"

   Lausanne II's eyes narrowed.

  I saw Joaquin narrowed his eyes:

   "Why are you still... can't beat me?"

   Can't beat him?

   A few seconds later, Lausanne frowned: at some point in time, several more gaps had appeared on his own blade.

What?

   He looked at Joaquin's sword: it was intact, as sharp as ever.

   Lausanne's heart tightened.

   In this round just now, he lost.

   As always.

   Even after all these years, I have, have...

  Thinking of this, Lausanne II lowered his head and stared at the sewage under his feet, his eyes empty.

Why?

"why?"

   Knight Joaquin sighed and said what he thought:

"Even after so many years, even if everything has gone wrong? Even if you have found a more powerful strength, reborn, it is not what it used to be? Even if my swordsmanship concept has been outdated for a long time, my body is old, and my ability is not a step. Not going forward?"

   "Why, squire," Joaquin sighed, "Am I, as a teacher, still too powerful for you?"

   But before he finished speaking, Lausanne II suddenly flashed!

   "It's too early to say," Jian Feng was sassy, ​​and Luosang roared and took the initiative to make a move, "Old guy!"

   "Clang!"

   Joaquin blocked Lausanne's attack with a sword, looking so relaxed and freehand.

  Lord Lausanne II looked at him in disbelief, at the blade that he was stubbornly blocked, unable to advance an inch.

   "No, of course it's not because I'm strong, as you said, I'm an old guy who has been buried..."

  Hua Jin shook his head slightly and pushed Lausanne away with all his strength:

   "It's not because your skills are inferior to others that you can't beat your teacher."

   In the next second, Lausanne II's offensive resumed. The blade of his sword flickered like a phantom, setting off a gust of wind and waves, heading straight for Joaquin.

   But he was horrified to find that no matter how he changed his moves, looked for flaws, and used his ultimate move, he was always defeated at a critical moment, or was blocked, or was flashed, and returned without success.

   "But because of me, my dear student and squire, I will always be the teacher you can't beat in training, and always the one who guides you in teaching."

   In the fierce battle, Knight Joaquin was still able to speak out. His voice overcame the sword strike, penetrated the sword wind, and sounded incomparably clearly in Lausanne's ears:

   "Because I must be—as a teacher, I must always know a little bit more than you, from my knowledge to my experience, from my ability to my consideration, and to hide a trick."

   Lausanne became more and more irritable, but his attack still couldn't work.

   "Because the 'teacher' thing, since it was given this label, can't be 'conquered'."

  Joaquin's voice was slow and unhurried, as if telling a story:

   "Because a 'teacher' is born in a high position, condescendingly instructing and teaching, and as a student, as a learner, as an imitator, as a - submissive, you are naturally deprived of the right to challenge and question."

   He skillfully and perfectly caught the slightest flaw in Lausanne's swordsmanship and blocked a killer move:

   "This is one of the cornerstones of how the world works: 'Teacher' will never and cannot, much less be allowed to be placed in the category of 'adversary' or 'enemy'."

   Hua Jin raised the corners of his mouth:

   "So, my students: Be humble in the face of the 'teacher'."

   Lausanne was shocked!

[Be careful, if you are not humble enough, you are not upright and loyal, you are not brave and fearless, you are disdainful of yourself and others, and you dare not resist the strong and help the weak... If you no longer believe in these beliefs, let them rot and stink in your heart and become your mouth to preach Something that I admire, but sneer at privately... Be careful, when something like this happens, often even the knight doesn't know it... 】

   In the next second, Lausanne felt that the sword was empty, and he was useless!

   "Clang!"

   He subconsciously returned to the sword to defend, and blocked Joaquin's counterattack in a dangerous and dangerous way, and rolled away not without embarrassment.

  Joaquin didn't pursue him, just waited quietly for him.

[In the final analysis, my attendant, whether you are a momentary glory or a lifelong downfall, invincible in the world or repeated defeats, whether you are admired by thousands of people or someone pointed by thousands of people, when that moment comes, only you, only you You know in your heart: Are you worthy of the title of knight? 】

Do not!

   Lausanne roared in his heart, kneeling on one knee and struggling to get up from the ground, causing the surrounding white smoke to disperse.

   "I've already surpassed you, old guy!"

   Lausanne II said coldly, full of murderous intent:

   "Question, challenge, transcend, as you teach—your students, surpass you."

   But Joaquin laughed.

   "Do you really believe this? This nonsense?"

   Joaquin knight shook his head with a tut, his eyes lit up:

   "The fact is, squire, you have never, and could not, take the initiative to surpass me, but I, and I 'allowed' you to surpass me."

   Lausanne's expression changed.

What?

   Hua Jin pulled a sword flower very quickly, as light and skilled as before.

"Yes, 'teacher', especially the qualifications of 'teacher', the existence and nature of 'teacher' in this world, can never and cannot be questioned, challenged and transcended - unless I, unless the teacher 'allows' you , 'gift' you, 'encourages' you to do it!"

   Luosang frowned and slowly raised his sword.

   is wrong.

   "Only then, only when I, when the 'teacher' allows you to challenge it, bestows you to question it, encourages you to transcend it..."

  Joaquin's voice became cold, just like his gradually cold expression:

"...you can get permission to use 'it' as an opponent and an enemy in that little time, to achieve conditional challenges, questioning and transcendence, to deceive yourself: 'questioning teachers is the obligation of students', ' The disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher', 'the teacher expects to teach students who surpass themselves'..."

   Hua Jin's voice did not fall, he moved, and the offensive resumed!

   "Clang!"

   Lausanne's reaction was extremely fast, and the experienced man could see at a glance the opponent's strengths and weaknesses at the moment, and raised his sword to block the blow.

but……

   "But why would it do that?"

   Joaquin Knight looked terrifying, and he exerted force on his sword, pushing Lausanne to keep retreating:

   "Why, why should the 'teacher' allow students to challenge themselves, question themselves, and surpass themselves? Why allow students to undermine their own authority and status?"

   Lausanne II gritted his teeth, suffering inexplicable pain.

"No, on the contrary! 'It' does this precisely to strengthen its own authority, to maintain its own status! The destination is often reached by another way, and the goal is often seized by means of seemingly abandonment, giving bait, often the In order to finally tie down the prey!"

  Joaquin roared, Legion Ten Forms took advantage of the situation!

   is a triumph.

   "Clang!"

  Luosang tried his best to block this ultimate killing move-compared to decades ago, the opponent's sword move not only did not fade at all, it was even more difficult to deal with than he remembered.

   Joaquin knight kicked, but Lausanne II couldn't resist, and fell back with a grunt.

"Because of this 'challenging' arena, this 'questioning' stage, was given to you by the 'teacher' with great mercy! Only when you stand on the stage and follow its rules and allow, 'challenge' the teacher, After 'questioning' the teacher and 'surpassing' the teacher, it can be justified and induce you as it should!"

Do not.

Why?

"...inducing you to be logical, lowering your eyebrows, and even saying those words to 'It' with gratitude: 'Even so, you will always be my teacher', 'My skills are taught by the teacher' , 'I am burdened with the expectations of the teacher, and I am born out of blue'..."

  In anger, shame and pain, Lausanne II struggled to get up from the sewage and subconsciously held the hilt of the sword, but the words of Joaquin Knight were like an irresistible magic voice, clearly ringing in his ears:

"Like a great knight who could have made great achievements, but was willing to bow his head to the selfish and weak lord to die, so he was praised for his loyalty! Or he could have resisted the angry slave who was running for freedom, but was willing to bow his head and let the cruel slave master seal the shackles. , so be rewarded!"

   Lausanne closed his eyes in pain.

   The wind howled.

   "Clang!"

  Luosang subconsciously raised his long sword on the ground, worthy of blocking Joaquin's slash in front of him!

   Knight Joaquin leaned forward, approached Lausanne, and said softly: "Even if you have truly surpassed the teacher, surpassed 'it'."

   "You, my squire, understand?"

  The tunnel was extremely quiet.

The white smoke around    became thicker and thicker.

   The next second, Lausanne raised his head suddenly, his eyes like flames!

   He stared at Joaquin in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, word by word, with hatred and anger that he could not feel:

   "You, no, yes, he."

  Joaquin's soft smile disappeared.

   "You still don't understand, do you," the knight shook his head, his face full of regret, "you would think, 'Ah, look, haven't I surpassed Joaquin, surpassed Teacher'?"

   Lausanne II didn't have time to answer, Joaquin's blade suddenly retreated, and immediately struck like a whirlwind!

   "Ding! Dang!"

Lausanne swings his sword with all his strength, moves continuously, and makes every choice and every action he makes perfect to resist the enemy in front of him—a Han who is in his prime, with a strong physique, but his swordsmanship experience is already perfect, and he is almost invincible in the world. Master Dero Joaquin.

   "Because that's just an illusion!"

Hua Jin shouted angrily, swung his long sword sharply, and the ten moves of the army that turned into an attack bloomed in his hands. Every move and every move carried the war capital of a golden horse and an iron horse. .

   And Lausanne could only cope passively, struggling to support.

not him.

   He is not him.

  It, not him!

   "That's it's tempting you to surpass 'it' in 'its way'! Because as long as you do that, you will never be able to challenge, let alone surpass 'it'!"

  Hua Jin's words were filled with sadness and sighs, but the attack on the sword did not diminish slightly:

"Because of the teacher, because 'it' can only maintain this set of words, it is inevitable that the blue is better than the blue, and the helpless fact that it will be denied and surpassed by the students sooner or later is described as a higher framework and a larger system. A kind of gift, a kind of permission, a kind of grant, a kind of 'this is exactly what I want' and 'I knew it would be like this', implicitly implying that your teachers and students are superior and inferior, and the master-slave status It has been decided, the rest are just condescending rewards - no matter how strong or powerful you become, it's just the patriarch who is rewarding you with food!"

  Joaquin's offensive became more and more urgent and denser.

   Lausanne defended continuously, and after struggling to strike a sword, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and got down on one knee!

"Only in this way can 'it' cover up its own fears and powerlessness, can pretend its own weakness and falsehood, and rationalize the fallacy of 'teacher is always a teacher', so that when 'teacher is not as good as a disciple' is true, it will still remain Maintain the status and authority of the 'Teacher', and let the 'Teacher', the empty label that has no effect after completing the function of inheritance, successfully turn and become an entity full of meaning and power, always, always, always standing high. You are one step above the ladder!"

   In the billowing white smoke, Joaquin's eyes were cold, and he raised his sword towards Lausanne, who was not kneeling.

   The last sword.

   But in the next second, Lausanne's expression changed, and he backhanded his sword.

   Time seemed to slow down.

  “Shu——”

  The blades of the swords intersected each other, creating sparks.

   But Lausanne's expression was firm and his blade was firm. He used his life's experience and knowledge to attack the most perfect and magical counterattack in his history!

   "Shut!"

The    blade pierced into Joaquin's right arm.

   "Dang bang!"

With a dull sound, Joaquin trembled, and his knight's sword fell to the ground.

   Lausanne II stood up trembling.

  His sword edge, at some point, had stopped on Joaquin's neck.

"you lose."

  Joaquin was stunned.

   He looked at the sword on the ground, then at the sword on his neck, and understood something.

  Joaquin looked at Lausanne II with a satisfied smile.

   "Faced with 'it', even if you have strong hands and a sharp blade, you will fall into the shackles early and be powerless to resist."

In the thick white fog, Joaquin was not sullen, but calmly opened his hands and exposed his neck: "For this nihilistic turn, it even used the worst deception: Come on, student, I allow and hope You surpass me so that one day you can become the new me, the new 'teacher'."

   Lausanne's blade trembled slightly.

  Joaquin ignored the blade of the neck and continued:

   "In this way, 'it' uses this to capture you, making you a new knight, a new guard, and a new slave of 'it' under this label."

   Lausanne II gritted his teeth and struggled.

  Joaquin Knight spoke fiercely:

"Fighting hard to get hold of, if you want to refuse, welcome, use the words of 'disciples need not be inferior to teachers' to maintain the cornerstone of 'disciples will never be inferior to teachers', and finally establish an eternal system of 'only if the teacher allows you to surpass it, you can surpass it', It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years! Anesthesia hypnotizes thousands of people!"

   His expression relaxed, and he praised again:

"No one doubts it, few people notice it, most people are used to it, more people defend it, and spontaneously capture it, ah, look, this method, how cunning, how insidious, how wonderful, how ingenious, How intoxicating."

  Joaquin looked at Lausanne in front of him and returned to calm:

   "Now, do you understand, my dear student?"

   In the mist, Lausanne looked at the person in front of him in a trance and shook his head.

   "You are not him."

   Lausanne said in a daze:

   "You are not Joaquin."

  Joaquin Knight looked at him and smiled.

   "Me? Of course I'm not him."

   He spread his hands and sighed:

   "The so-called 'respecting the teacher and valuing the Tao', look, 'respecting the teacher' is just a guise, a means, and the ultimate goal is to 'respect the Tao', to be trapped, and to enslave."

  Joaquin stared at Lausanne's eyes:

   "So, 'I' is not Joaquin, 'I' is not your teacher, and 'I' is not even 'Teacher' itself."

   He grinned:

   "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - 'I', 'I' is something higher, bigger, scarier!"

   Lausanne II trembled slightly.

   "Some kind of 'thing' that makes 'it' your teacher forever and ever, and you can never ever surpass, let alone question and challenge, and even unintentionally and incapable of detecting it!"

  Joaquin opened his hands, his expression exaggerated, and his words were frenzied:

   "No matter whether you challenge or obey, whether you affirm or deny, whether consciously or unconsciously, you will be enveloped in a period of time that cannot be broken free, but will only be reinforced forever—"

"Do not!"

   Lausanne II roared, his arms retracted and waved!

  Joaquin's words came to an abrupt end.

With a loud bang, the knight's head left his body and rolled to the ground.

   His body slumped and fell into the sewage.

   Only Lausanne was left, standing in the white smoke that was gradually dissipating, looking at the corpse on the ground with a dazed expression and empty eyes.

"monster."

   After an unknown amount of time, Lausanne II gritted his teeth and turned around stiffly:

   "Bullshit, a bunch."

   He walked with difficulty, wading through the sewage, as if carrying a weight that was hard to lift.

   Well, he has, he still has tasks.

   He has to go after that...

   "Am I wrong?"

   Lausanne froze!

   He turned his head in disbelief:

   In the sewage, Joaquin's head and body shattered inch by inch, turning into white smoke and disappearing.

   But Joaquin's voice still sounded, gradually changing its tone:

   "Isn't this the shackle in your heart that you most want to break - Joe?"

  Joe.

   Hearing this name, Lausanne shuddered!

  The white smoke billowed, and the sewage on the ground began to fluctuate and transpired.

   A few seconds later, a pitch-black hand protruded from the center of the water!

   I saw the black hand clinging to the edge of the sewage, exposing wrists, arms, elbows, and shoulders—until a whole body of black people climbed up from the center of the water and stood up.

   Lausanne raised his brows, inexplicably horrified.

  Joaquin's voice disappeared.

   was replaced by another cold, resolute, and oppressive voice:

"Don't tell me what I said, didn't you struggle with the blood and tears of injustice, endure humiliation and live in the ashes and ashes that are spurned by thousands of people, scream in pain and roar in the filth and filth that you can't see, and complain about losing everything. Something that gives up on yourself in anger, but can't figure it out, can only swing your sword in the air, numb yourself to madness?"

"If that's the case, why should you suppress your grievances, why should you tie your hands and feet?" The pitch-black body raised its head, revealing a face without facial features, "Why don't you turn your grievances into anger, why don't you let them be completely released, since this is what you give up Everything, the meaning of returning to this world?"

   Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

   Damn.

   Damn!

   He quickly calmed down his shock and fear, and raised his long sword again.

   Just like... Teacher Joaquin taught.

   But thinking of this, Lausanne II felt stiff again.

  [In this way, 'it' uses this to capture you, making you a new knight, a new guard, a new slave of 'it' under this label...]

   No, no, no!

   Lausanne shouted angrily, raised his long sword, and used superhuman control to force himself to stop thinking about these things:

   "What the **** are you!"

   The dark body raised its legs and stepped out of the sewage.

   "I can understand you can't."

   Its pitch-black body began to change, carving out lines and contours.

   "Then how about I give you an example that has the same logic and similar principles, but is easier to understand?"

   The dark human body began to have color, from the body to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the arms, and then turned into detailed facial features and hair one by one...

   "An example you remember better, deeper, and more unforgettable."

   As the dark body changed, Lausanne's eyes narrowed.

  Sometimes, the person standing in front of him turned into a tall and strong warrior.

   He wore a heavy helmet, silver-black armor, and held a long sword with a gauntlet.

  His armor is finely carved, lined with expensive materials, and there are two bundles of streamers behind the helmet.

  Two eyes appeared in the gap on his helmet, as cold as ice and snow.

the most important is……

   Lausanne's expression changed.

Do not.

   The black armored knight in front of him took a step forward and raised his long sword.

   "Come on, no matter if you are Master Joaquin's knight attendant or someone else, you don't have to hold back, let alone give in."

   Lausanne raised his weapon with disbelief on his face.

Do not.

"Abandon the obstacles, use all your strength, defeat me, defeat me, surpass me, in order to win the crown of this election," the black armored knight's voice was as harsh as a sharp blade, with a force that could not be refused, " Because only in this way can you embark on the journey, prove yourself, earn titles, become nobles, become servants, and become qualified to be loyal to me, us, and the kingdom..."

   The next second, the eyes of the opponent's helmet flashed, showing satisfaction and pride:

   "...Knight."

   Knight.

   Luosang clenched his teeth, and his eyes fell on the opponent's chest.

Do not.

  No no no...

  I saw that on the knight's breastplate, carefully cast with precious Lekjing, is an extremely conspicuous pattern that seems to show pride and glory to everyone:

   Silver nine-pointed star.

"you you……"

   Lausanne was dumbfounded.

   The knight in black armor remained motionless.

"you?"

   The next moment, Lausanne's face distorted instantly!

"you!"

   He roared, the sword edge slashed out like a wave, and smashed into the opponent's black breastplate, full of pain that no one could solve, and tore the nine-pointed star that shone with silver light:

   "Su-light-of-the-sword!"

   (end of this chapter)