The moment his spirit connected with the thread, many lights seemed to light up in Tang Zhao's mind, countless fireworks were released, waves of fountains poured out, and small balls jumped on the floor...
These... are all rhetoric and descriptions, not what he actually saw or heard, but what he felt——
Incomparable joy.
It was probably a very pure and simple happiness, without any impurities or worries. It made people happy and relaxed, just enjoying the happiness and joy of the moment.
Tang Zhao could hardly imagine that there was such happiness in the world. This happiness was so beautiful that people couldn't help but want to forget everything.
Fortunately, Tang Zhao did not forget everything.
Although he enjoyed this happiness, he did not indulge in it, nor did he forget himself. It was not that he was so clear-headed and rational that he could refuse this emotion, but that he was separated from this happiness from the beginning.
The shallow layer was like window paper that could be broken with just a poke, but there was a layer between them. Apart from being immersed in happiness, he also had a consciousness that could stand by and think with a cold eye.
He was thinking: Why am I so happy?
Thinking about it, it was as if I was asking a question for this happiness, and got the answer: countless memories flowed out like spring water.
My parents' care has made me good friends. I happily catch crickets in the small yard at home, go shopping with my children and eat candied haws. I am praised by my parents for my excellent studies, and I wear a beautiful little dress...
Wait, a little skirt?
Tang Zhao suddenly trembled and his consciousness became clearer - this is not my memory!
Memory is not my memory, and happiness is not my happiness!
This is a little girl's feelings, memories, and the happiness she has!
Although he became more and more awake, he did not withdraw completely. He could still feel the joy from the heart. He knew that he was taking the place of others, but this did not prevent him from taking the place of it.
On the contrary, he can experience this happiness more delicately and think about this happiness.
He would think: Happiness is an emotion, which is always short-lived, but as time goes by, the threshold will gradually increase, and will it last forever?
Like the little beating ball in his heart, always falling and then bouncing back up, never exhausted?
As if to answer his question again, and as if it has reached a certain point, those joys have moved - yes, these joys have become concrete, they have not turned into some kind of image, but Tang Zhao can feel that they have an image. of.
The happiness gathered together like a seaweed ball, no longer lively and jumping, but merged into a state...
This state should be called contentment.
Contentment is a big basket filled with happiness. Happiness is like solid bubbles, soft and beautiful. Normally, the basket is placed steadily, not showing off the mountains or dew. If it shakes a little, happy bubbles will pop out and dance in the outside world.
Suddenly, a picture came to Tang Zhao's mind. A girl wearing a beautiful little skirt and holding a basket in her hand was jumping up and down the street with a smile, and kept throwing happy bubbles out.
With such a state of contentment and happy emotions, what kind of personality does she have?
Passion like a fire?
Almost instantly, her image was completely formed, not in appearance, but inwardly. Tang Zhao maintained the first-person perspective. He could not see her appearance, temperament, or body. He could only feel her soul.
She is full, passionate, lively, powerful...
Yes, she must be very powerful, she is enthusiastic, fulfilled, almost invulnerable, and her every move is full of endless energy...
It was really a pleasant experience to be her. If Tang Zhao's reason hadn't reminded him that he might not be able to observe anything new this time, he should withdraw in time. He really wanted to continue to experience it.
It should never be experienced again.
There is no point in immersing yourself in illusory happiness, just leave.
Having made up his mind, his consciousness began to float upwards, floating higher and higher, gradually pulling away from this soul and leaving the first perspective. The moment he returned to reality, he lowered his head and glanced at the appearance of this soul - —
As bright as autumn water, with three feet of green peaks.
It's a sword.
Suddenly opening his eyes, Tang Zhao suddenly returned to reality and took a step back involuntarily.
This step almost caused him to fall off the narrow cloud silk bridge. Fortunately, his balance was good now and he hurriedly stabilized his body without falling into the cloud silk bridge.
His body became stable, and his thoughts gradually stabilized.
After getting rid of the emotions he had just been infected with, Tang Zhao's mind became extremely clear. After pondering for a moment, he finally realized it.
He did experience a mind just now, and it was a sword heart.
The heart of the sword, the soul of the sword, is both a part of the human heart and has its own independence. It can even be regarded as the combination of the human heart and the sword's will. Why can't it exist independently?
No wonder the mind just now was so pure, happy, satisfied, enthusiastic, and lively...
How could such a positive and harmonious mind be the human heart?
The human heart is like an ocean, unfathomable. Even the simplest human heart is complex and tortuous, hiding many connections and levels that even oneself may not know about. It is impossible to explore deeper and deeper, and it is impossible to explore to the end after experiencing it for a while.
It would be normal if it was Kenshin.
The birth of Kenshin was intentional. It was clean and pure from the beginning. No matter how much people in the city did not dare to add too many wrinkles to Kenshin, complexity represented uncertainty, and uncertainty represented risk. Becoming a swordsman is already an adventure. Don't create difficulties for yourself unless you can't control it.
It's just that the sword heart is in the heart after all. It has no space when it comes to independence, and there is no boundary when it comes to division. It is still an abstract concept. I have never heard of anyone who can take out the sword heart and experience it. Fu Jianshi I never dared to think of using Kenshin as a material.
But this is not another place, it is Zizai Building.
Doesn’t it mean that in the state of freedom, all consciousness, temperament, and emotions can be manifested and made visible and tangible? Then why can't Kenshin manifest on his own?
That is to say——
Tang Zhao looked up at the fluorescent threads hanging down from the sky——
Are these threads the sword hearts?
Did he just spy on the sword heart of one of the swordsmen?
Although this was the first time he had entered the sword heart and he had never read any relevant records in the classics, Tang Zhao felt that if it were true, then this happy swordsman would be at least a swordsman, and might even be more powerful.
After all, if others don’t know the level of a swordsman’s sword heart, doesn’t he himself know it?
Just before coming to Bai Yujing, he was considered the most stable swordsman among swordsmen. He was so confused that he could not even detect the progress of his own swordsman. For swordsmen, the swordsman was just a theoretical thing and had not taken shape at all.
And the sword heart just now was not only stable but also had clear levels and a complete impression. How could it be compared to his chaotic sword heart?
It should still be the sword heart of the swordsman, right?
Tang Zhao raised his head and saw countless silk threads all over the roof: If these were all the sword hearts of the Sword Immortal, then the Sword Immortal would be too worthless. He doubted that there could be so many sword immortals just above the Broken Domain?
In the jungle of silk threads, he observed carefully and could see that there were several threads in the center that were different from the others. The fluid condensed on them was extremely solid, almost crystalline. It was inconspicuous at first glance, but after a few more glances, it seemed that it was extraordinarily bright. Hard to look at.
If there are swordsmen with sword hearts, it should be those few, right? In one scan, it was less than ten fingers.
It's very good. It's already very impressive to be able to collect the sword hearts of seven or eight sword immortals. After all, Ruyi Jian himself is just a sword immortal.
However, where did these sword hearts come from? Is it to collect the sword hearts of the fallen?
Or...is it related to the state of freedom?
If it's the latter, will Kenshin be collected here after entering the realm of freedom? Seizing or copying?
It shouldn't be a seizure, right? Then this Zi Zai Building has become a devil's cave, and all the swordsmen who come in have become fish in the trap. Even if they lose their sword heart and save their lives, how can they have a future?
The style of Ruyi Sword is not like this. Even if they join forces to form a conspiracy, Xiang Yangzi should not recommend it to him.
If it is copying... Tang Zhao thought of the virtual reality mentioned by Mr. Chen again: terms such as data backup and archiving flashed through his mind.
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Will the sword heart that was born or sharpened in the realm of freedom be preserved?
Is it for reference for future generations?
Although he has not yet entered the realm of freedom, he has already experienced the sword heart of his predecessors, and it is a sword heart at a higher level than his own. Understanding the high-level sword heart from the perspective of a bystander, both macroscopic observation and microscopic speculation, will naturally benefit you a lot. Some of his thoughts and even Mo Hu's feelings are still unclear to him now, but if he enters a state of ease and combines his learning experience with his own practice, he will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
Of course, it's not all good.
Spirit and thought are inherently free, ever-changing and unique, which is also the meaning of "zizi" in Zizilou. If everyone refers to a guide before practicing, progress may be faster, but everyone's progress will be in the same direction, and more possibilities will be lost.
Is this why Tan Jian Xia didn't instruct him to come in first to watch Jian Xin?
Of course, it's also possible that Tan Jianxia himself doesn't know that there are these sword heart collections here.
If it weren't for Congjun's order, how would he have the chance to see Kenshin in the background?
Not to mention whether these backup copies of the sword's heart were collected with the consent of the swordsmen and swordsmen. Even if they agreed, they would not like their sword's heart to be read by random people. How many secrets of their own are hidden in it?
Just like Tang Zhao himself, even if he uses the realm of freedom, he will never leave a backup of his sword heart.
Even if he had known that these hanging silk threads were other people's sword hearts, he might not have wanted to see them. If it interferes with your choice, you may gain in the present, but you may suffer in the future.
He has this confidence that he has a long, long "future".
But now, he has seen it.
Then you can only watch it.
It is said that if you listen to both, you will be enlightened, if you listen to one side, you will be dark. It would be even worse to just look at a Kenshin and have a preconceived impression in mind, and to be affected unconsciously.
The corrective method should be to see more, listen more, think more, observe enough samples, study the essence through various phenomena, peel off the cocoons, and truly come up with reliable and feasible methodologies.
So...go ahead.
He pointed at another swordsman-level Kenshin and said, "Next, come down."
