At the same time as Lin Chongyang spoke, Xia Chenglin and Mo Qingchi tacitly retreated to the edge of the school field, vacating the field for no reason.
Regarding Shan Feng, although Lin Chongyang knew its principle, he had never seen any other physical object other than the Ultimate Underworld Emperor, nor had he seen anyone perform it.
Although the spear head of the Ultimate Underworld Emperor is a single blade, if there is no corresponding sword intent and sword moves, it is not so much a single blade as it is a "blade".
Therefore, it is impossible to say how in-depth knowledge and understanding can be achieved simply by relying on the information in memory.
Especially in the later generations of single strikers, which were already far away from Sui Wutui itself. Only the shape of the weapons remained the same. Lin Chongyang did not even dare to say that he could understand this thing.
When the classics reach the ears of the second person, the deep meaning in them will change, let alone martial arts, everyone has a different understanding.
Except for Sui Wudu himself, no one knows what the original and purest single forward looked like, and no one knows why a single forward is a single forward.
The phrase "swords and swords reach the same destination by different paths" has distorted the concept of Shan Feng to no end. In other words, in the eyes of others, this is what Shan Feng should look like.
"Then this junior will be offended."
After bowing and saluting, a standard long sword appeared in Sui Wuduan's hand. Although his current cultivation level was acquired, after holding the sword, his whole body's aura was completely different from the previous moment.
It was unprecedented concentration and purity, not only because of his mind, but also because of his character.
The sword in his hand was only edged on one side.
Lifting his right hand, the back of his fingers brushed across the sword body, from bottom to top, from the sword grid to the sword tip, Lin Chongyang said:
"Speaking of which, since that day, I may not have officially held a sword for a long time. For no reason, does your sword have a name?"
When talking about the past, the cold voice could not hide the nostalgia and emotion in the tone, as well as the subtle loneliness.
The past is always intoxicating and always makes people feel nostalgic.
"Junior calls it Hidden Edge." After holding the sword, Sui Wutuo's tone became calmer.
"Hidden Feng? You don't want to be strong, you just want to be at the highest level of swordsmanship, be kind and courteous, and punish evil but not kill easily."
Lin Chongyang could tell a lot just by looking at the sword and the person, but he also knew that with his profound mind, he wouldn't actually think so much.
As far as Sui Wutuo is concerned, everything in the world can be achieved with a righteous mind.
"Actually, I haven't thought about that much. I've just been studying the art of swordsmanship on weekdays. The reason for sharpening the blade on one side is to prevent accidental injuries to fellow disciples during sparring."
The fact is exactly as Lin Chongyang thought. The hidden edge in Sui Wuduan's hand serves his sword heart, rather than deliberately pursuing the special shape of the sword.
In this regard, he and Lin Chongyang are actually the same. They both follow the shape of their own hearts and the shape of their swords.
It can be seen from this that the most suitable thing for Sui Wugui is actually the path he has taken, pure thoughts and pure sword realm. If he is not involved in the Qiao Qiao Incident, his future achievements in the sword path will be inevitable. Not low.
It's a pity that because of thousands of years of wasted time, everything has gone in a different direction, especially after inheriting the Qiongxiao Mingjing Sword, his own swordsmanship has gone astray.
Because compared to its pure sword realm, the ten thousand sword souls in the Qiongxiao Mingjing Sword are too complicated.
"Ha~ very good, very good."
The admiration in his tone was undisguised. Lin Chongyang grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled the green sword from the ground:
"Although this sword is not my original sword, it was given by an old friend in the past. It is called Cang Shu Zhu Ri."
The sword was raised, and the holy text appeared. With a sword chant, the holy text reappeared in front of him, which was called - "Book of Rites? University".
Its texture is neither gold nor jade, and its sharpness is restrained, making it difficult to tell whether what you are seeing is a sword or a scripture.
"Junior Sui Wugui, please recruit me."
Seeing that the sharp edge was shining brightly, He Sheng cast aside all his worries for no reason, moved his sword according to his heart, and took the lead in striking.
"please."
Before he finished speaking, Cang Shu moved at the same time day by day. With a simple sword, it blocked all Sui Wudu's escape routes, leaving him to fight with all his strength.
The first move was a probing move, because Lin Chongyang wanted to understand Sui Wuluan and entered the realm with his sword.
clang!
The swords clashed, and Sui Wudu felt the hand holding the sword go numb, and the hidden edge in his hand almost dropped because of it. This was the first time he had seen such a sword.
With a shape like Cang Shu Zhu Ri, not to mention De Feng Ancient Dao, not even the entire Confucian sect of Misery, or even the entire Misery, could find a few similar ones.
Because what it represents is giving up the flexibility of the sword. In this world, very few people would choose to erase their own advantages. As far as Lin Chongyang knows of swords, there is only a Tairuoshan sword with a similar shape.
One move failed, but Sui Wugui sheathed his sword and retreated, then reorganized his offensive and advanced again with the hidden edge in his hand.
"The sword of Confucianism is always more polite. Your heart is pure and kind, so the sword is like its owner.
However, most of the swords in the arena are murderous swords. Once the two sides fight, there is always only winning or losing, nothing else.
Just like in the world of rivers and lakes, the winner lives and the loser dies. "
At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang had benevolence in his heart, his posture was kind, and the sword in his hand moved according to his heart.
Every move is a killing move, but there is no killing intention at all. Every move is based on the enemy's advantage, leaving three points of leeway.
The swords kept clashing, and for no reason Sui felt an extremely weird, or strange, feeling well up in his heart.
The vast world of mortals evolves into all forms of human beings, covering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before our eyes.
A dedicated heart absorbs the essence of benevolence and kindness, and strives to achieve the ultimate purity of swordsmanship in order to achieve the highest level of swordsmanship.
“The way of a university is to be virtuous, to be close to the people, and to strive for perfection.
Knowing that there is stillness can lead to concentration, concentration can lead to tranquility, tranquility can lead to tranquility, tranquility can lead to worry, and worry can lead to gain. "
Cang Shu Zhuri was like a brush in Lin Chongyang's hands, swiping ink, breaking down moves, and instructing the motivated young man, but he didn't teach him specific moves. He just pointed out a few classics, or in other words, general outlines.
Exactly what is taken, what is discarded, and even how much of the essence can be understood depends on Sui Wutui itself.
As for the two people watching the battle from the sidelines, Xia Chenglin, as a direct descendant of Lin Chongyang, is naturally familiar with the Seven-proof Confucian Sword, but has never used it. Mo Qingchi's words are basically the same as the treatment of Sui Wugui. It all depends on how much he can understand. Personal ability.
Lin Chongyang never worried about his martial arts being cracked. Even if he couldn't just give it away casually, he would still give it away a lot. He had such strength and confidence.
Bang!
After a hundred moves, there was a crisp sound, but the hidden edge in Sui Wutuan's hand couldn't hold on any longer and broke off at the sound.
However, Sui Wugui seemed to be indifferent. Even though Lin Chongyang had already retreated, he still held the broken sword in his hand and swung it freely on the spot.
"Looking at the situation, he shouldn't be able to wake up for a while."
Putting away his sword, Lin Chongyang walked to the edge of the school field and said to Xia Chenglin:
"Cheng Lin, after the unprovoked epiphany is over, please help me tell him that it was my fault to break his sword.
When he breaks through to the innate realm, I will take him to the engineer and ask him to help him tailor a sword.
I still have things to deal with, and I can't wait here until he wakes up from his epiphany. "
