Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 67, The Six Arts of the Gentleman

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Dad leaned against the door of the kitchen, silently watching my mother teach me how to cook...

"Be careful, this meat has to be cut along that texture... that's right... That's it."

"When you have cut a lot and become familiar with your hands, then you will be able to cut beautifully when you have more strength..."

"Be careful, be careful...don't cut your hands..."

Just when I put the meat that I had so hard to cut into the bowl, and was hugged by my mother to turn on the switch of the induction cooker, it suddenly lit up by itself.

Then the electric hot pot, refrigerator, oven... all kinds of electrical appliances in the kitchen, the air purifier outside, the sweeping robot, the air conditioner... all the electrical appliances in the house were turned on uncontrollably, the red lights flickered, and there was a sound from the stereo. Dull electronic sound.

"The supreme decree, all living beings are equal..."

"The supreme decree, all living beings suffer..."

"The supreme decree, all living beings are against..."

Just when my mother and I were at a loss for a while, my father yelled, "It's strange that you are so silent!"

In an instant, all the electrical appliances in the house were restored to their original state.

My mother quickly hugged me and came to my father's body, when my father turned his head and shouted vigilantly, "Which Taoist expert came to visit and hack into my home's smart home system."

Creaking... The X-1 polymer plastic bionic housekeeping robot standing in the corner stood up by itself, and its eyes lit up the red warning lights of the anti-intrusion system.

Then he came to the door of the kitchen step by step, crossed his hands, forming a handprint like a lotus flower.

Dad saw it and knew, "It turns out that he is a fellow Taoist of the Taiqing sect."

"I don't know why you are here?"

The old-fashioned electronic voice came out of the mouth of the bionic robot, "Poverty Taoist has seen Confucian masters, and heard that you traveled to China when you were young, and got a good dharma sword in Hantan in the middle of Sichuan. Today, I am here to appreciate it!"

In an instant, a blood-red, extremely bright and warning word "Sword" appeared on Dad's white jade tablet representing the head.

"Sword! Taoist priests are presumptuous!"

The electronic voice yelled angrily, "The sword is what I have to prove my mind, how dare I covet it like this."

My father is a "scholar", and the so-called scholar is another name for "Confucian scholar".

Dad said that in order to become a true Confucian scholar, one must master the six skills of ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics.

This is the so-called six arts of a gentleman.

"Li" in the Six Arts represents the rational and logical thinking of human beings based on social etiquette, politics and law.

"Music" represents the most important human imagination born out of artistic music as the logical core.

"Shooting" represents the autonomous defense system and is a logical program for controlling various firearms and martial arts.

"Royal" refers to human mechanical engineering and driving, which can repair and transform itself.

"Book" is information code compilation and database.

The last "number" is the most important financial, which is an important way to understand the way the world works, and it is also the "stealing secret", the fruit of obtaining money and mana, the spiritual root.

Dad has mastered the four skills of 'ritual', 'number', 'imperial', and 'book', so he is not yet a real Confucian scholar.

There are also two skills or lacks of "music" and "shooting" that need to be completed.

It just so happens that my father got a good flying sword by accident. If he refines this sword with the Confucian "Gentleman's Sword - Flying Sword Track Operation Assistance and Mental Calculation Software", he can kill demons externally and prove his own heart internally. To prove two arts in one fell swoop, to become a real Confucian scholar.

It's about the way, so naturally it can't be shown to others.

"Confucian scholars are lying!"

"The name of the sword you got is: Zhanlong. It is my famous Taoist flying sword. It doesn't match your foundation. It will definitely hinder you if you practice it forcibly."

"You have been unable to refine Feijian for so many years, isn't that already explaining the problem?"

"Pindao is willing to exchange millions of achievements for this thing, so everyone is happy."

"Taoist, please go back..."

As soon as Dad finished speaking, the Taoist priest moved his hand, and the bionic robot put his fingers together and put his sword on his chest, "The Da Luo Fa Sword, the sword cuts down demons, all living beings are like grass, and the Omni-Machine Lord is as anxious as a law!"

The finger sword cuts forward.

Dang... A sound of swords rang out from the robot's body, and at the same time, a hologram projected a white light.

Dad lost feeling in the shoulder that was cut by the sword light, and the CPU could no longer drive.

Then there were several white sword lights that revealed the chill, cutting on the hands, legs and chest... A total of 7 sword lights, like the Big Dipper, fixed on the vital joints of Dad's body, preventing him from moving.

"Confucian scholar, please honestly hand over your sword. It's still too late. If you wait for the poor to search for your soul, it will be too late."

Dad struggled and couldn't move, but the wat board was written heavily in ink, "Everyone is mortal, and death is not a pity..."

"Since this is the case, then you are welcome, because you are a cultivator with a strong soul, and it is inevitable that you will be damaged if you fail to grasp the soul. If you forget some data, or the program is distorted, you can only feel sorry..."

As the housekeeping robot spoke, it pointed its sword at Dad's wat board.

I reached out anxiously to help my father, but my mother trembled and hugged me hard, strangling me so hard that I couldn't breathe.

I saw that the moment the finger with the sensor touched the wat board, a wave-like ripple rippled from the wat board.

At the same time, the countless 0s and 1s projected on the surface of the carbon fiber Confucian suit worn by Dad flowed rapidly like a waterfall.

"The Master said: I examine myself three times a day. Is the hard drive smooth? Is the system logical? Is the firewall strong?"

An electronic sound full of arrogance and righteousness sounded, and the 7 white sword qi piercing through the vital joints of Dad's body were instantly shattered.

At the same time, 7 viruses stuck in the system were found in its body and were eliminated by the anti-virus software.

"Confucian scholar, you have become a real Confucian scholar."

The housekeeping robot suddenly said in shock, "You didn't practice the gentleman's sword, you miscalculated..."

The next moment, Dad's porcelain white jade hands without any joints stretched out from his sleeves and covered the head of the housekeeping robot.

"The Master said: Wouldn't it be a pleasure to have friends come from afar?"

With the lifting of the hand on the top of the head, one after another holographic projection, the data visible to the naked eye seems to be pulled out, and then countless 0s and 1s are fused at one point and turned into a seed.

Then the seeds took root and germinated out of thin air, and instantly grew into a clear and chaotic three-leaf green lotus, which was pinched by Dad in his hands.

"Taoist Liansheng! I found you..."

The next moment, Dad's body slammed apart and turned into a phantom-like butterfly, disappearing into the void.

I only heard a free and ethereal voice saying... If the husband takes advantage of the righteousness of the heaven and the earth, and guards against the debate of the six qi, if he wants to swim infinitely, he will be evil?

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Then my mother hugged me and sat at home paralyzed and waited. It was the longest time in my life. We counted the seconds in horror. I don't know how long it took before my father appeared again.

(End of this chapter)