The relationship between swords and people can be said to be the ultimate principle that swordsmen have to understand throughout their lives. Throughout the ages, how many swordsmen have fallen into this trap.
Some people believe that a sword is a sword, a weapon for killing, and should not be given the value of other misunderstandings. Others believe that once a person holds a sword, he will be manipulated by the sword and become a killing machine.
However, a sword without someone holding it is just scrap metal after all, and a person without a sword is still a human being.
The outside is the guest, the body and mind are the subject, and the subject and the object are interchangeable, that is, no.
After comprehending and understanding this sentence, Ming Xiao Shu, as the first generation of heavenly things, has gone on a completely different path from the future, just as Chu Xingyan had hoped.
He has never given up the sword, but he will no longer be bound by the sword.
"Those who hold swords are invincible. Is it because the sword is powerful? Or is it because people are stronger?"
At the top of Sword Peak, faced with the same question, Xiao Shu, who has grown into a young man, has only two words to answer -
"People are strong!"
As the words fell, the wind spread across thousands of miles, thousands of sounds sang together, and the surrounding scene changed again.
Up and down, everywhere, there were only dark clouds covering the sky and heavy haze covering the top. Ming Xiao Shu raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no light at all. The sword energy shot out quickly through the body, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without making any waves.
Faintly, the sound of strings came, as if someone was sighing:
Light and dark, but what is time?
Feng Yiweixiang, how can he recognize it?
Who can be the best between darkness and darkness?
In a dim world, it was like the heaven and earth had just opened. Xiao Shu was ordered to change his sword intention to test, but the result was just like before, like a mud cow entering the sea, without any feedback.
After two trials, he already had an idea of the predicament at hand, so he made no further moves and immediately chose to meditate on the spot.
Be centered, determined, and energetic, and start to embrace the situation and think about changes.
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On the other side, seeing this scene, Jian Banxian couldn't help but admire: "What a savvy person."
My friend's "Tianwen" is difficult to say and easy to say.
The whole article is just one word——
Enlightenment.
If you can understand it thoroughly, it will be considered successful, and it has little to do with the foundation.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Lin Chongyang pressed his hands on the strings, with a hint of regret in his words:
"Six swords are already his limit. After all, his accumulation is still too shallow."
In the test of giving life to Xiao Shu, he referred to many concepts of Hengshan Xinliu.
Even the scene was based on my friend’s Nine Peaks of Mount Heng, and then slightly modified with Sword Intent.
Naturally, Sword Banished Immortal had no objection to this.
Hengshan Shinryu is a martial arts school that is extremely rare in suffering and requires mind cultivation.
"Heaven and earth, these six swords are enough to protect him. His friends have laid a solid foundation for him. He will understand the last two swords when the opportunity comes."
Hearing the regret in his friend's words, Jian Banxian comforted him by saying that the six swords were just right, although he felt that with Ming Xiao Shu's understanding, he could understand the last two swords.
However, as my friend said, the accumulation is too shallow, and the only way to achieve enlightenment through force is to transform.
"Speaking of which, I haven't practiced meditation for a while."
Lin Chongyang slapped the head of the piano, and a ray of silver light escaped from the Wanhe Songfeng base and stood beside him.
It is the divine weapon of heaven - Nirvana.
Lin Chongyang stood up and invited: "My friend, how about a sword discussion?"
"It's what you wish for."
As the words fell, the Xuanang Sword Niche moved with the thought of banishing the sword to the immortal, emitting bursts of Hao light, and the Sword of Daitian appeared in time.
"please."
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Several times I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and looked into the distance against the red wall. It seemed that the stars were not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood at midnight.
In the courtyard, a figure was seen sitting alone. His white shirt was as white as snow, with orange mist in between, adding a bit of embellishment. His long, light-blond hair was styled into a very refreshing style.
A gentle breeze blew, and snowflakes fluttered and fell. Huaisheng Qiao picked up the wine cup on the table and took a sip.
After several years of practice, the softness between her eyebrows has now completely faded away. Her awe-inspiring heroic spirit is better than before, with a hint of aloofness, and she is more harmonious than before.
"Another year has passed."
She stretched out her hand and let the snowflakes fall on her palm, feeling the chill of the melting snow and sighing at the passage of time.
The halberd standing beside the table glowed with cold light under the moonlight.
Ten years have passed since Luo Hu defied all opinions and went alone to track down the evildoer. At that time, several people, including her, offered to go together. Even if they could not intervene in the battle, they could help plunder the formation.
As soon as this proposal was proposed, he rejected it one by one.
"The fortunes of this trip are unpredictable, and Tiandu, I have to leave it to you."
Luo Hou was well aware of the situation in Tiandu. He was carried by Huai Sheng Qiao or Tian Ji and beat everyone he could. One can imagine the combat power of this unit.
Xia Chenglin has gone back. Yuli Jing and Wen Bodhi have equally special status and will have to go back sooner or later, including everyone in the Four Realms.
Even he would inevitably feel melancholy when faced with such a thing.
No matter what the future holds, he needs to grasp the present moment.
If possible, he also hopes that he can create opportunities so that they can gain experience through combat.
But, not this time.
Both the Buddhist and Confucian sects sent people to investigate, but there was no news from them. This can already explain too much. He did not want his friends, soldiers and brothers to be in danger with him.
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He couldn't afford to gamble, and Tiandu couldn't afford to gamble either.
Since you can't afford to gamble, don't gamble or make yourself regret it.
Luo Hou persuaded everyone, carried the Jidu knife, and left Tiandu alone.
It was at that time that Huai Sheng Qiao discovered that she seemed to care a little more about him.
From confusion, to panic, and finally to irritability.
She almost left Tiandu to look for him, but was given up by a flying letter. Now a few years later...
The cool breeze blows, the wine flows into the throat, and the irritability in my heart continues to grow with the accumulation of time.
Well, Huaisheng Qiao is now in the courtyard where Luo Hou lives.
at this time!
Tap tap tap——
Steady footsteps suddenly sounded, unhurriedly, and just as Huaisheng Qiao looked back, a figure wearing a golden shirt came back from outside.
Luo Hou was not surprised to see his friend at his residence, but felt relieved.
"Any more wine?"
Upon hearing the inquiry, Huaisheng Qiao subconsciously made a jar of good wine, stood up and prepared to throw it to the other party.
But after seeing the other party's appearance clearly, he stopped moving.
Under the moonlight, Luo Hou's face was very pale, his breath was slightly disordered, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"You are hurt?"
Huaisheng Qiao stepped forward quickly, but as he approached, he smelled a very faint smell of blood.
The emotion called worry, at this moment, overwhelmed the irritability in my heart.
"The city guard has seen my return. Wait a while and Feng Qing will come. We cannot let him know about this."
Luo Hu spoke very quickly and his voice was a little hoarse. He stretched out his hand to take the jar of wine from Huai Sheng Qiao's hand, opened the mud seal, raised the jar and drank heavily, letting the wine spill on his shirt.
The permeating aroma of wine quickly covered up the smell of blood.
At this moment, there was no room for Luo Hou to think deeply, and he even felt a little lucky in his heart.
"Brother, I heard from the city guard that you just came back. What's going on?"
