Nie Yun did not sleep either. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed and concentrated, probably continuing to explore what he had learned from the sword-washing pool today.
Shen Hao, on the other hand, was not sleepy at all. His mental state, which was originally tired due to a long period of enlightenment, quickly recovered after taking the mind-restoring pill, and he is now in high spirits.
Sitting on his bed, Shen Hao looked blank. After listening to Nie Yun's previous account, he knew that he had experienced an opportunity that others envied, and it lasted for three hours. But if he was asked to say what he had realized, he couldn't tell at all.
What did you say?
Shen Hao didn't know how he had the epiphany at all. He only knew that the black beast tattoo on his chest caused the moth to manifest the originally invisible sword intent in his consciousness. Out of curiosity, he ingested it. A materialized sword intention entered his sea of consciousness, and then he probably entered the state of enlightenment that Nie Yun said.
What he remembers are the various messages surging in his sea of consciousness. They are very mysterious and profound. He clearly read a lot of them at first, but now when he thinks back, he only has the feeling of "I understand" but can't tell what he understands.
But regarding the sword's intention, no, to be precise, it should be about "intent", Shen Hao remembered something.
It was a dark shadow, which Shen Hao found when he was searching for his own "meaning" among the numerous answers to "meaning". He didn't know what the black shadow was, but he couldn't figure it out. Mingzhong felt that this black shadow should be related to his "intention".
Shen Hao's understanding of "meaning" is limited. He even heard about it for the first time after coming up the mountain today. Now that Nie Yun is practicing, it is not easy to disturb him, so Shen Hao can only suppress it temporarily no matter how many doubts he has in his heart.
For the first time, Shen Hao had an urgent desire to get guidance on his spiritual path.
His thoughts were complicated and chaotic, and he felt that the room was stuffy and confusing, and it was not easy to disturb Nie Yun, so Shen Hao pushed the door lightly and walked outside, feeling the night breeze, and after shuddering, he felt that his head was A little faster.
The surroundings were dark, but it did not affect Shen Hao's vision.
However, in the dark environment, Shen Hao unconsciously thought of the black shadow that appeared when he had an epiphany: "What on earth is that? Why did it feel so familiar to me at the time?"
Looking casually from a distance, you can vaguely see the lights of a house not far away, which are as golden as the stars falling on the ground.
However, Shen Hao could see it. He suddenly remembered that in a corner of the mysterious black shadow that appeared when he was enlightened, there were also golden light spots like stars, and they were very eye-catching.
A dark mess with gold in the corners and a familiar feeling...
Shen Hao finally realized it without tearing off his clothes: the "meaning" that appeared in his sea of consciousness and belonged to him should be the black beast on his chest...
Why are you everywhere?
Shen Hao felt like laughing inexplicably, helplessly.
He took out the Yanji Knife from his storage bag and pulled it out. He was thinking about the black beast and wanted to try what the "meaning" he felt when he was enlightened was, but it was the black beast who came to join in the fun again.
Then swing the knife.
Didn't use the sword? Just simply waved it. There is nothing special except for the whirring sound of the wind.
"no response?"
Shen Hao continued to try. After half an hour, there was finally a change. It was a very wonderful feeling. It came from the sea of consciousness. Then a mysterious and intangible power was aroused from the dark, and finally from the blade Slash out.
Shen Hao didn't use his true energy to move this sword at all. He slashed out with the sword, but directly smoothed out a fan-shaped slashing trajectory in the direction of the swing. On this trajectory, both the grass, trees and rocks were all shortened.
At first glance, it looked like it was cut with a knife? But after careful examination, Shen Hao found that it was completely wrong.
Cutting, to put it bluntly, means cutting in half, but the knife just now was not "cut in half", but "cut off part of it".
Picking up a piece of rock that had been chopped off, he moved it to the remaining part on the ground. When the two parts were put together, he found that a piece was still missing, and the missing part was "cut away" by the knife just now.
Shen Hao was stunned for a while, not really understanding. Then he swung the knife according to the feeling just now. This time, he only tried about ten times before he got the same effect as before.
This time Shen Hao felt very clearly that what was swung from the blade was not the blade, but his "intent".
Although this "meaning" was intangible, Shen Hao was shocked at the spot. He found that part of the rocks, grass and trees disappeared directly the moment it was crossed by this "meaning", leaving only untouched parts. Come to the "meaning" part.
It is also because this touch disappears so quickly that it produces an effect similar to cutting.
Why does it disappear? Shen Hao didn't understand it at first, but when he slashed continuously, he felt "intended" with every slash he made.
In fact, if you feel carefully with each "intent" of the sword, you will find that there is extremely weak energy feedback from the direction of the slash, flowing into the sea of consciousness along the meridians, and finally being absorbed by the soul.
This method once again felt familiar to Shen Hao.
As expected of you, the black beast, who affected my "intention" and swallowed it up? And it can even swallow stones. It's just that the energy fed back by the vegetation, mountains and rocks is so little that it can almost be ignored. It is not proportional to the burden brought to the soul after each swing of the knife. This directly dispelled Shen Hao's idea of becoming stronger by digging into the soil with this "intention".
"Huh..." Shen Hao slumped on the ground, his head a little dizzy. He counted and just made a total of nineteen "meaning" knives. But now his sea of consciousness is almost dry, and the most he can squeeze out is one more knife. In that case, Shen Hao estimates that he will definitely faint due to overdraft.
"This kind of consumption is higher than the earth escape and soul-suppressing techniques. Even the advanced method of holding a snake in the palm does not have such a high soul load. But it does seem that the power is not small. I just don't know how to deal with it or whether it is real. Can air shields, magic weapons, etc. be swallowed up instantly like this?
In addition, my "meaning" should also have a name, right? It has something to do with the black beast tattoo. I guess others don’t have this similar “meaning”. "
After thinking for a long time, Shen Hao muttered in his heart: "...or just call it "Heiqie"..."
Shen Hao didn't hesitate for a long time about what name to choose. His "meaning" was called "Black Cut". A knife cut through it, swallowing and cutting like a black hole. As for the real "swallowing" effect, Shen Hao thought it would be better not to reflect it in the name, so as not to cause trouble if others peeked into the mystery.
Swallowing the outside and replenishing the inside, this predatory method is not acceptable to the mainstream cultivation concepts, and it will be troublesome if you might be labeled as an evil monk.
Kurogiri, that's fine, as long as he understands the meaning.
