Many years ago, a master swordsman said, “The highest realm of swordsmanship is to have no sword in your hand, yet a sword in your heart. The moment the thought arises, the sword technique follows, slaying the enemy without a trace.”
Many years later, he said, “The highest realm of swordsmanship is to have no sword in your hand and no sword in your heart. A person is the sword, and the sword is the person. Only by becoming one with Heaven and Earth can one reach the supreme realm and be called a Sword God.”
He devoted himself to becoming a Sword God. As he lay dying, he told his disciple, “Alas, after a lifetime of cultivation, all I mastered was the sword of a mortal!”
The disciple asked, “Then what is the sword of an immortal?”
The Sword God replied, “Sword energy stretches three thousand miles, and the sword flies through the clouds of the ninth heaven.”
Later generations would say that the jianghu produced a Sword God only once every hundred years, while a Sword Immortal was a sight rarer than once in a thousand years. Perhaps a Sword Immortal had always been nothing more than a legend.
And so the legend of the Sword Immortal became a favorite topic of conversation over tea.
Yet every age produces its share of remarkable talents. In recent years, more than one person had shown promise of becoming a Sword Immortal, and the one most likely to master flying on a sword first was, of all people, a little rascal.
This little rascal had a lovely name, Feng Qingyun, but he preferred everyone to call him by another name: Feng Xiaodai!
Of course, Feng Xiaodai was no fool. If you think he is, then you are an out-and-out fool yourself.
After all, he’s already fooled at least eight hundred people, if not a thousand…
A good book