Then, Lin Chongyang looked at Ji Chenhuan again: "Before I leave, I will teach you a move. How much you can realize depends on your luck.
However, the ruler method is different from the sword method after all. Don't trap yourself in enlightenment. Your current accumulation is enough for you to try to find your own way. "
"Is this the sword move created by the senior?" Ji Chenhuan's attention was successfully diverted.
Lin Chongyang shook his head and said: "It is a sword move, but it was not created by me."
After careful consideration, he made the decision to leave his friend's sword move in the sword world. Qing Bu Ren is the disciple of his friend Changri Kunxuan. Their lineage still has inheritance, but the descendants have gone in the wrong direction, or It is said that the understanding of sword moves is a bit one-sided.
Staying in this sword world can be regarded as leaving a thought and an opportunity.
"The sword moves praised by seniors should be extraordinary."
Even though his conjecture was denied, Ji Chenhuan was not discouraged. After all, this was his first time in this sword world. After all, he was not a swordsman.萭
"A very simple move, but it has three levels. According to later generations, if you learn this move at the lowest level, you can kill hundreds of thousands; if you learn it at the intermediate level, you can kill tens of millions; and if you learn it at the best level, you can kill one person."
Having said this, Lin Chongyang paused: "It is actually not accurate to kill a person. To be precise, it is to cut off the confusion in the heart and thoughts and return them to the ultimate purity.
This move, "Ji Tian Ruo Mian", is the secret skill of my good friend Changri Kunqi who has become famous, and it is also his only sword move. "
Ji Chenhuan was very sensible and did not ask further questions.
It's not like he couldn't hear the feelings in the words. Obviously, the friend the senior mentioned was most likely dead.
Du Qianqiu said: "I will take care of it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chongyang made a movement with the sword in his right hand, and the extremely pure sword intention appeared immediately. Immediately, a peak rose from the ground, more than a thousand feet high, echoing several other peaks of the same height.萭
Then, the sword came out!
It is difficult to calm down the hatred, be ruthless and sad, take refuge and cut off the love, and cut off the heart and thoughts.
The sword light that was cut out has a special spirituality, and it constantly evolves itself during the process: it seems to separate its existence from the world, expand it to the extreme, and its power is extremely frightening; it also seems to enter and exit the world of mortals again and again. Repeatedly tempering one's own sword heart and sword intention, returning them to the utmost purity; it is also like cutting off everything else, becoming pure and simple, leaving only one sword.
The indomitable sword light evolved into the divine form of the former Sword Sect, standing proudly in front of the sword peak, swaying freely on the cliff, and I was shocked to see——
Dragons and horses travel thousands of miles on snowflakes, and the wind and moon make ten steps in the sky with the sound of swords;
Autumn frost cuts the jade trumpet for a long time, and the name of the sect is immortalized.
Each stroke is pure sword intention, explaining the essence of the sword. As the last stroke falls, the divine shape is integrated into the sword peak, making it a little more personal.萭
"That's enough." Lin Chongyang sighed, his tone revealing the nostalgia for the past.
Du Qianqiu commented: "This move is no less than bringing the dead back to life."
The sword intention not only has spirituality, but also has its own emotions to a certain extent. It is almost equivalent to the creator himself performing it himself. This move by his friend is enough to shock the world.
If the same experience is infused into it, in a sense it is the person himself, that is, the deceased is resurrected in another form.
The reason why I say it is no less than that is because Du Qianqiu knows that his friends will not do that. Executing sword moves and resurrecting the dead are two completely different things. If you resurrect in this way, you will not be the original person after all.
"That is the path he chose. I can only respect it. If you want to leave a legacy in the future, I can help you in the same way."
Lin Chongyang put away his memories and made a promise to his friend.萭
"At that time, I will bother my friend." Du Qianqiu nodded and accepted his friend's promise.
Then Lin Chongyang looked at Ji Chenhuan again: "How much do you understand?"
"I didn't understand it at all." The young man said a little ashamedly, "I only saw this, and then this, and then nothing more."
As he spoke, he gestured, and saw his sword fingers rising and falling.
Then, as he said, there was no more.
"It's fine if you don't understand. From now on, you can handle your own affairs. I have to go to the appointment, so I will stay soon."
"Friend, please."
"Senior, walk slowly."
As the space fluctuated, Lin Chongyang took a step forward and disappeared into the sword world.
The two people stood there looking at each other in silence, neither of them spoke.
Du Qianqiu was not a person who was good at talking. He was in a similar situation to Sui Wugui. He needed someone to talk to him or teach him about martial arts and swordsmanship. Daily conversations were a bit difficult for him.
Of course, Yue Yunshen must be responsible for the blame. He did both the brains and the talking. Naturally, Du Qianqiu only had the hands to do it.
After a few breaths, Ji Chenhuan broke the silence: "How did you face the void back then?"
This was something Lin Chongyang didn't tell him. He chose to follow his heart and figure out all the causes and consequences before deciding what to do. After all, he was no longer a child and should learn to make decisions for himself. .萭
"then……"
A past incident was slowly revealed by Du Qianqiu. A long time ago, he was unable to practice martial arts because of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body that were naturally blocked. He then searched for the rumored Mirror of the Future, and used its special power to open up the meridians and be reborn. It was also at that time that he understood the special nature of his constitution.
However, it was too late, because the mirror that pointed to the future was originally the layout of the Sin God's nothingness.
The Void used the mirror that portends the future as a medium, and wanted to seize and devour his body for its own use. Fortunately, Yue Yunshen used the soul-moving secret method to break the situation. However, he and the Void's body were exchanged, and Yue Yunshen also lost his cultivation.
After that, he ascended to a higher realm with the help of the body of nothingness, and obtained the nothingness of his body. The efficiency of absorbing dark energy was greatly enhanced. Later, he even intended to cause a catastrophe that would destroy the world, so he had that fateful battle. .
He destroyed the body used by the void, and the body he used was also severely damaged. Neon Village was affected by the remaining force in that battle, and Jichenhuan was the survivor he found when he returned after the war.
"My friend should have explained to you what will happen next..."
…………
The night is fading, and a gentle full moon has hung on the treetops. The years are passing quietly like a building. Two figures standing in the courtyard are waiting for the incoming guests.
Suddenly.
A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky and the earth. The magnificent clouds were winding like a long dragon, hovering under the bright starry sky. The scholarly style was strong, and a subtle light fragrance floated in the wind, and then——
"Watching the wild waves, the tide rushes into the world, Tian Benevolence is the heart;
Reflecting the long sword, the Tao is like stars scattered in the sky, and the sword of Confucianism is the emperor. "
Amidst the cold sound of poetry, a dust-free figure walks through the clouds. Dressed in hunting robes, hair flying, and an air of self-sacrifice revealed between the brows, like a banished immortal descending from the sky, or like a sage recorded in the classics. .萭
"Your Majesty, please take your seat first."
