Yun Tianhong laughed, looked at him and said, "Before this, you have to change your previous thinking and treat every snowflake as a sharp sword coming towards you!"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and asked: "To turn snowflakes into swords, do you use Qi to control the sword? Or do you use your mind and consciousness?"
"Ideas are divine consciousness!"
Yun Tianhong corrected: "To be precise, mindfulness is a way of cultivation before you have evolved into the divine sea and have no divine consciousness."
"Take the long sword I gave you, go to the snowfield in the back mountain, and imagine every falling snowflake as a sword coming towards you. I will strike you with a sword from time to time!"
Yun Tianhong said seriously: "While you are still here, you have not disappeared from Meishan."
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan silently drank up the spiritual tea in the cup, grabbed the long sword on the table, stood up and walked into the wind and snow outside the hall.
After the person had left, I couldn't help but ask: "Senior, will the old monk come over?"
In Li Xiuyuan's heart, since it was a rare occasion, he had to see the old monk no matter what.
He discussed various matters in the Tang Dynasty, although he had already obtained the conclusion from Ksitigarbha's mouth.
"Who knows?"
Yun Tianhong replied calmly: "Are you here to seek defeat, or are you here to see the old monk?"
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan immediately stopped saying anything and no longer thought about Yun Ziyi, Monk Buli and the others. At the moment, all he could think about was the piece of snow flying without wind, chopping off the old tree branches.
Step by step, leave the palace.
Not far away is a small snowfield, and behind the snowfield is a pine forest.
The snow and fog filled the sky, making it difficult for him to see what was hidden in the pine forest?
Being in the snowfield, quietly feeling the falling snowflakes was like being in the boundless sword river, which filled him with fear.
He remembered what Yun Tianhong said to him.
Treat every snowflake as a sharp sword.
This is very different from his previous training method. Although the snowflakes in the past were unfathomable in sports, the snowflakes are still snowflakes.
But now, he wants to use the snowflakes as a sword to slash at him.
What's even more terrifying is that the female saint in the hall will strike at herself with a sword from time to time.
Gradually, Li Xiuyuan felt the pressure from the sky getting stronger and stronger, and a burst of pain came from the divine sea. Apparently, even his own consciousness was comparable to that of the late Mahayana realm.
It is no match for the magic circle set up by the Meishan Female Saint here.
He even felt that the power of his Buddhist body was unable to resist this terrifying pressure. If he tried to fight forcefully, he would probably be kicked back to the Tang Dynasty.
He took a deep breath, asked Xiu Yuan to relax, and slowly closed his eyes.
Using his powerful consciousness, he looked at the snowflakes in the sky that were slashing towards him like swords. In an instant, there was a snowflake in the wind that was as fast as lightning, slashing towards him.
With a clang, draw your sword!
The stainless steel sword in his hand instantly struck out a bolt of lightning, striking at the snowflakes blowing in the wind.
"Chi!" sounded on his face.
But the snowflakes blown by the wind, faster than lightning, flew past his eyes in the flash of lightning, leaving a shallow blood mark on his face.
The sudden sword attack made Li Xiuyuan feel the terror of Xuehua.
Holding back the pain on his face, he clenched the sword in his hand again.
What is different from others is that because of his powerful spiritual consciousness, he can not only cover the snowflakes around him, but also slash out with sword after sword.
Cut the snow with one sword!
Draw the sword a little faster than before!
His consciousness even went to explore the abyss under the snowfield!
However, the fog under the abyss was thicker, like a slowly rotating whirlpool, which did not allow him to explore carefully.
He could only vaguely see the deepest part, where something like snowflakes and beautiful jade condensed.
Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, "Chi!" sounded again.
"You are fighting against heaven and earth, and you are against me. Don't you want to die?"
Yun Tianhong's cold voice came from the wind: "Despite all your efforts, you still have the heart to explore some things that you shouldn't pay attention to. You are seeking death!"
A strange color flashed in Li Xiuyuan's eyes. He could feel that the snowflakes were definitely different from those falling above his head.
However, the current situation did not allow him to be distracted any longer.
He stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood stains on his face, feeling the pressure around him increasing. He no longer dared to be careless, so he had to lock all his consciousness into every snowflake.
Back on Luoxia Mountain, he taught Nangong Ruyu how to perceive the traces of every falling snowflake.
But now he has to be vigilant at all times, every snowflake turns into a sharp sword and attacks him!
Snowflake is no longer waiting for him to kill!
He turned into a killer hiding in the wind and snow. Countless killers would kill him at any time.
The cold wind was still there, and pieces of snowflakes fell, caught in the wind, like cold swords, slashing towards him.
Stupid! Stupid! ! Stupid! ! !
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan felt like he was charging through thousands of troops, the long sword in his hand slashing out like lightning, but he was still no match for hundreds or thousands of swords in the wind!
At this moment, he felt deeply powerless!
For the first time, I understand what it means that manpower will eventually be exhausted!
So I had no choice but to look up to the sky and shout: "Senior, you clearly know that my cultivation is imprisoned and I cannot condense a body-protecting aura around me!"
Yun Tianhong smiled when he heard this and started laughing while holding a cup of spiritual tea.
He replied quietly: "If you have already become a saint, why do you need to ask me for advice? Why should I teach a saint how to practice swordsmanship? Think about it!"
Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan was speechless.
Thinking about it, by the time he transforms into a saint, the female saint will have already followed the old monk to travel around the world. Where will it be his turn to come here to ask for advice?
And if I could gather a body-protecting Qi all over my body, why bother to learn new sword skills in the wind and snow?
Control the sword with Qi!
Materialize the sword!
Use your spiritual consciousness to control the sword, and silently, like a wooden bow in your hand, strike out with the sword that comes from your heart!
Just like the female saint sitting in the main hall, she can cut down the cedars on the mountain in half without going out.
As dusk fell and night fell, Li Xiuyuan still stood quietly on the snowfield, standing like a snowman.
The old monk on Xuefeng Mountain felt something and murmured: "Junior sister, when did this little guy come to Meishan?"
Yun Tianhong sighed and replied: "I should say yes or no. Senior brother, would you like to come over for a meeting tomorrow? I'm afraid he will disappear suddenly after only two days."
The old monk was thoughtful and smiled faintly.
"It seems that this guy is so eager for knowledge that he would not hesitate to travel through the black hole of time and space to ask you for advice... But, seeing the sky turning into night, why did he turn himself into a snowman?"
This was something the old monk couldn't understand. Although time was pressing, Li Xiuyuan stood motionless in the wind and snow.
Yun Tianhong sighed and said: "You haven't seen that the wind and snow are gradually subsided. I'm afraid the sky will be full of stars today, with the snowy moon in front, right?"
The old monk was startled and blurted out: "Could he use the power of this starlight to understand the swordsmanship you taught him?"
"Who knows?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Tianhong replied calmly: "That's a state that even we haven't been able to achieve. Everything can only be figured out by himself."
Thinking of this, Yun Tianhong suddenly became excited, and he was also startled.
He said in a daze: "Senior brother, you said that this kid can wield a sword with starlight one day...I suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore."
The old monk gently turned the beads in his hand and sighed: "Everything is possible."
"His cultivation is currently imprisoned, and he only relies on the power of his Buddhist body to roam the heavens. I'm afraid my senior brother wouldn't have thought of it, right? This is the real legend!"
Thinking about what Li Xiuyuan said, Yun Tianhong continued: "Brother, I don't believe it. This kid has already begun to survive the five small declines of heaven and humans before he turns into a mortal."
"That's not all. It's just a tribulation. I never thought that halfway through this tribulation, he would be attracted by a ray of starlight into the long river of time. A certain era in the past..."
In the faintness, Yun Tianhong said reluctantly: "Think about who in the Xuanwu Continent can do this?"
The old monk sighed and said: "I will come over tomorrow to see this little guy... It would be great if my disciple was here."
"That's impossible. I'm afraid he will disappear within two days."
Yun Tianhong sighed and said: "When he comes back next, maybe it will be Ziyi or Liuli sitting on Meishan. You and I don't know where we are..."
Yun Tianhong had been looking forward to this day for a long time. As long as Yuwen Liuli transformed into a mortal smoothly, she could wait another ten or eight years with peace of mind and leave Meishan to her to take care of.
The same is true for the old monk. How similar are their goals to Li Xiuyuan?
The wind and snow stopped, the stars gradually became brighter in the night sky, and a snowy moon slowly climbed up Meishan Mountain.
Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into a snowman, was instantly lit up with starlight spreading from his chest to his entire body.
Instantly lighting up the entire snowfield.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan, who had transformed into the starry sky, had already flown to the Fluctuating Light Constellation in the nine heavens.
Looking at the vast starry sky in front of me, I remembered my teacher Meng Shentong's star-catching technique, and couldn't help but pick up a meteorite and hold it in my hand.
Like the female saint of Meishan, the meteorite in his hand is like a snowflake...
At this time, he had not learned how to control the meteorite in his hand with his consciousness or thoughts, so he had to wave his hands and try to use the object to control the sword...
"Whoosh!" There was a sound!
The meteorite in his hand turned into a sword light, no, it should be said that it turned into a shooting star, heading towards the stars in the vast night sky!
I don't know how far this sword will go, let alone whether this meteorite sword will cause huge damage to the stars in the night sky.
However, he at least felt the power of this sword!
As Yun Tianhong said, if Li Xiuyuan can one day use the power of starlight to wield a sword...
I'm afraid I can really reach the stars with one sword.
But at that moment, I was afraid that even the heavenly laws of Xuanwu Continent could not tolerate such a monster.
Just like the current Tang Dynasty does not allow gods to appear in the world.
Li Xiuyuan stood above the starry sky, silently looking at the snowy moon. At the moment, his mood was somewhat similar to that of the female saint, and they even felt sympathy for each other.
When he stands above the stars, he can only see the more distant starry sky, and no longer has time to care about the world under his feet. What will happen?
Standing above the stars, he thought about looking for a river of stars, just like the river of stars he had seen in the sacred spring on the sacred mountain deep in the river.
The sea of stars is so vast, and looking for a galaxy is not something Li Xiuyuan can do right now.
That night, Li Xiuyuan found nothing about Yun Kaihong's snowflake sword.
That night, Li Xiuyuan unintentionally stood on the Meishan Mountain in the Xuanwu Continent, and with the help of the saint's power, he stood on the shaking star in the vast night sky for the first time.
It was also the first time that I could feel the terror of that sword strike so clearly when I gathered the power of the stars.
As for how to turn flowers into swords and how to control swords with his spiritual consciousness, Li Xiuyuan doesn't care about it for the time being.
In his heart, there was only one sword to cut out.
At least, Yun Tianhong brought him to a whole new realm of swordsmanship. In the years and months to come, he no longer had to worry about how to strike a faster sword.
Can you chop off more snowflakes with one sword?
The snowflake in front of him changed his identity in an instant, from the spiritual object of heaven and earth borrowed for cultivation.
became his enemy.
