In front of the mountain gate of Famous Sword Academy, hundreds of thousands of monks are waiting for the moment when the gate opens. Cheng Ling, however, was somewhat retreating.
He asked Fang Jie: "Brother Fang, the selection process for taking the assessment is so strict. Are you sure you can enter?"
Fang Jie's face turned bitter, then became firm in an instant, and said: "Brother Cheng, if you say you are sure, I don't have much confidence in it. However, our cultivation goes against the will of heaven. If we haven't tried it, how can we know whether it will work or not?"
"As long as I work hard, I won't regret it even if I don't succeed. The sad thing is that I don't even have the courage to try."
Cheng Ling was startled. Fang Jie was right in saying these two words. How can you know if anything will work without trying it? It seems that the experience in my previous life has had a great impact on me. I have failed too many times and I have lost the energy to move forward.
To put it bluntly, now is a twenty-year-old young man, the time when he is full of vigor and talent. With the skills and swordsmanship he has acquired, he cannot be said to be invincible at the same level, at least he is among the top.
Since God has given such a good opportunity, let’s fight for it. In an instant, his temperament seemed to have changed, from the original dull and harmonious to sharp and indomitable.
The whole figure turned into a sharp sword, sharp, tough, and would rather break than bend. He closed his eyes and entered a mysterious and ethereal state, forgetting both himself and himself. The essence, energy, and spirit began to gradually merge, and everything in the surrounding space was displayed in the mind, gradually becoming slow and finally stagnant.
Opening his eyes, a powerful aura rose into the sky like a sword. The monks around him felt a powerful trend spreading across the air, and the swords in their hands trembled slightly involuntarily, as if they were about to soar into the sky with that trend.
At this moment, Cheng Ling felt the power of the sword completely cut off his hesitation, cowardice, scruples, etc., leaving only an indomitable heart to move forward. My mind has also become more tenacious, and any difficulties in front of me are no longer a problem. Faintly, I could touch a hint of the artistic conception of swordsmanship.
The artistic conception of swordsmanship is different from the artistic conception of attributes. It is an original attribute and the origin of swordsmanship. People who practice it call it swordsmanship! The "sword" here refers to a sword, which is a general term for a weapon. The sword is the king of weapons and the weapon of killing.
"Yi" refers to subjective consciousness such as artistic conception, will, intention, and determination. "Sword intention" refers to the swordsman's understanding of the sword, such as intention and determination. It is an extension of the origin. This origin only belongs to the sword. It has the nobility of the sword, the cold arrogance of the sword, the sharpness of the sword, and the traceability of the sword.
Because swords are used by swordsmen, "sword intent" refers to the swordsman's intention to use the sword. For example, going forward indomitably, being invincible, etc. are all manifestations of sword intent.
For a swordsman, when he truly understands what a sword is, and can bring into play the original characteristics of the sword, when everything comes from his heart, integrates with the sword, and displays his own understanding of the sword, the sword becomes alive. It is the sword intention.
What is a real sword for? A real sword is not for viewing or for fighting. A real sword is a murder weapon, a weapon used to penetrate into the enemy's body and cause damage to the enemy.
The truth of using a sword lies in how the last sword penetrates the human body, and the other actions and processes in between are the sword's intention. Monks who can comprehend the artistic conception of swordsmanship will achieve far greater achievements in swordsmanship than those who have not, and their learning, understanding, and use of swordsmanship will also be much higher.
With Cheng Ling's qualifications and understanding, he could have understood the meaning of the sword long ago. It's just that his vision is too narrow. He has been practicing for more than ten years and has only stayed in the Wuxiang Sword Sect except Canglanghai. This has become a major limiting factor.
The frog at the bottom of the well can only see the sky. Fortunately, this time I came to Mingjian Academy, all the way
After experiencing all kinds of situations in the world, he broadened his horizons, and was touched by what Fang Jie said, so he took the initiative to face it.
In addition, the swordsmanship levels in Golden Page are very high, and his swordsmanship talent is very strong. In an instant, he touched the surface of Sword Intent. Although it is not yet close to the true sword intention, if you make a good start and continue to uphold the swordsman's heart, you will realize the true sword intention sooner or later.
Immersed in this powerful sword power, I just feel that the swordsmanship I have learned in the past is more clear in my mind. The last move of Leiyun Swordsmanship, "God's Thunder", has been completely perfected, and its power has been increased several times.
The hundreds of thousands of monks in front of him can no longer hinder him. The so-called Three Levels of Famous Sword are just a stepping stone for him to enter the Famous Sword Academy.
Inside the mountain gate of the academy, the three deacons and elders closed their eyes slightly, paying no attention to the crowded monks outside. This happens once a year and they are used to it.
At this moment, one of the elders felt the sword on his knees tremble slightly, and the sword seemed to be alive, about to break out of the sheath.
The elder was shocked, the sword intention, this was actually the sword intention. Could it be that some of the monks who came to participate in the screening had understood the meaning of the sword? This is not simple anymore, even it took me hundreds of years to understand the basic meaning of the sword.
The disciples who participated in the selection were generally no more than thirty years old. At the age of thirty, if he can touch the sword's will, then how powerful his sword talent must be. Such a disciple must grab it!
It's a pity that Cheng Ling's sword intent is not very strong yet and only exists for a short time. The elder's consciousness swept away and he couldn't find out who was emitting the sword intent, so he planned to carefully observe the three levels of the famous sword and find the real target from the performance of the screening.
Fang Jie was almost stabbed by his sharp eyes, and was horrified. He didn't expect that Brother Cheng's aura was so sharp that he couldn't even look directly at him, so he hurriedly lowered his head. The monks nearby felt the changes in the swords in their hands and looked around one by one.
Cheng Ling withdrew his sword and returned to his previous calm state. He was secretly happy in his heart. The realization just now had obviously touched the edge of the sword's intention. In the future, as long as he continued to comprehend, he would always reach the state of complete understanding.
And he also thought clearly that since he came to this world, everything in his previous life has become history. The world in front of us is more difficult to survive than on earth. Only by striving for the upper reaches and advancing bravely can we avenge our master and save Bai Suzhen and Eunuch Hai.
Only by standing at the pinnacle of this world can you fly freely and act according to your own wishes. No family or sect force can restrict you, and in the end you can only crawl at your feet.
He glanced at Fang Jie, bowed and said, "Thank you, Brother Fang, for clearing up the confusion. Today's kindness will be repaid in the future!"
Fang Jie was confused, but he didn't know that just a few words had completely strengthened Cheng Ling's determination to practice Taoism, achieving the effect of a monk's epiphany.
Seeing Cheng Ling's courtesy, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him and said, "Brother Cheng, I'm so grateful. I just expressed my thoughts inadvertently. Brother Cheng has realized something. It's your own chance. How dare you accept such a great gift!"
Cheng Ling laughed, and continued to ask, "The name of Jian San Guan is not bad. I wonder what you can say about it?"
Fang Jie said: "I don't know the specifics. I just heard people mention that these three levels are very difficult and dangerous. You may die at any time!"
Cheng Ling was startled and asked: "If it is so dangerous, why do so many monks come to participate?"
Fang Jie sighed and said: "Cultivating Taoism is about natural selection and survival of the fittest. Who among us would not hesitate to die? However, huge dangers are often accompanied by great opportunities. As long as you get through it, you may be another A whole world."
Cheng Ling agreed. His own experience is a good example of the coexistence of danger and opportunity, or wealth can be gained through danger. As long as you overcome it, the remaining rewards will be great.
The two chatted while waiting, and gradually they felt that they had similar temperaments. But many times, it was Cheng Ling who asked more questions. After all, he was too homely in the past ten years. Because of the previous changes, Fang Jie had more respect for Cheng Ling.
Although he didn't know what happened, the look in his eyes at that time was indeed not simple. When Cheng Ling asked a question, he would always answer it if he knew it, and he would express some opinions if he didn't know.
"Dang...dang...dang...!"
While the conversation was in full swing, a huge bell rang, echoing in the canyons on both sides. Soon, a loud voice came: "The pass has begun. Everyone enters the mountain gate one by one. The time limit is two hours!"
Fang Jie hurriedly said: "Cheng Ling, the breakthrough has begun, let's go in too!"
After a period of chatting, the two became much closer and called each other by their first names. Cheng Ling asked: "What does limited time mean? Does it mean that the first level must be passed within two hours?"
"That's right, follow me closely. If you can't pass within the time limit, you will be eliminated!"
After saying that, he rushed towards the mountain gate first.
Cheng Ling was curious. This first hurdle was thousands of mountains and rivers. Is it really necessary to cross thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers? How could he get through it in two hours?
However, this is not the time to think. As a novice, I’d better follow Fang Jie through the level obediently! He used his movement skills and came to Fang Jie's side in an instant. The two of them rushed into the mountain gate side by side.
As soon as you enter the mountain gate, you feel that the scenery in front of you changes. Looking up, it is no longer a dense forest, but thousands of peaks towering. On the top of the mountain, the mist is shrouded in mist, making it look like a fairy. At the bottom of the mountain, there are water networks all over, with rivers and lakes intertwining, and it is impossible to tell the direction.
Fang Jie found the direction, jumped up, and flew forward. Cheng Ling followed him and looked around.
Fang Jie wanted to try Cheng Ling's movement skills, so he kept accelerating after flying. But no matter how he improved, Cheng Ling always flew beside him, and his movements were graceful, as if he were strolling in a courtyard. His Qi pulse was also very long, and his physical skills were only higher than his own. Secretly surprised, is he really just a casual cultivator? The level of Shenfa is very high-end.
The two flew for about a quarter of an hour when Cheng Ling suddenly said: "Fang Jie, no, we just flew over this place and turned back to the original road."
Fang Jie was shocked. He had been paying attention to Cheng Ling's movement and didn't pay attention to the surrounding scene at all. He thought that as long as he looked in one direction, he would always fly to the destination, but he didn't expect that he would actually go around in a circle.
He asked doubtfully: "Are you sure? We have been flying for so long, are we always going in circles?"
Cheng Ling said: "Have you seen that mountain range? There is a smooth cliff on the side. I have seen it before."
Fang Jie thought about it carefully, feeling vaguely like he had seen this cliff before. His expression suddenly changed. If these mountains and rivers had a psychedelic effect, then he might not be able to reach the finish line even in two hours, let alone two hours.
Cheng Ling smiled softly. He had long seen that the scene in front of him was an illusion. Otherwise, the Sword Academy would be too big. With so many mountains and rivers, the entire academy would probably occupy hundreds of times the area of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range.
However, in his eyes, this level of illusion is tantamount to a smooth road. He patted Fang Jie on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I know the road in front of you, just follow me!"
After saying that, he took the lead and flew deep into the mountains!
