Those who have reached this state have been liberated from the inherent Dharma. With a sword at your fingertips, your own swordsmanship follows. Even if it is exactly the same swordsmanship, they have their own characteristics and ever-changing skills. If the calligrapher leaves a letter, it will be the same post, but the words written are not the same. Teach people to be impressed at first sight and unforgettable.
The tempering required to reach this state is no less than that of Hell's Knife Mountain. The most difficult thing in this realm is the word 'freedom'. A master who has cultivated to the realm of Qi Sword. Not only is his swordsmanship strong, but his insights into swordsmanship are profound and unique. They have long had a lot of prejudice against swordsmanship. On the way of cultivation, they will inevitably encounter numerous obstacles and form mental obstacles. It is so difficult for them to let go of this and gain liberation and freedom.
With the talent of Jia Yunfeng, the head of Huashan, if he didn't meet Mingfeizhen again and let go of his mental obstacles, he would not be able to improve his realm so quickly.
But Shen Yiren's situation is somewhat different.
Her realm improvement was forced by the Aples who Luo Ming pretended to be. At the junction of life and death, he let go of all his limitations, and broke through his own limits like apocalypse. Just like Luo Mingwutong's return to Tibetan sword theory. This situation is not uncommon in the arena, especially among young and famous masters. In the martial arts, it is common to see masters in their twenties who have a martial arts cultivation level but whose spirit surpasses their actual age. Most of them are created by this kind of adventure.
Shen Yiren can quickly reach the level of sword intent because - Shen Yiren has no attachment to the sword at all.
For her, the relationship between tools and martial arts does not exceed the relationship between the owner and the device. Swordsmen have sword barriers, and the more advanced and profound some people practice swordsmanship, the more they can't be freed from the swordsmanship itself. Became a swordsman using swordsmanship, not a human being to use the sword.
For Shen Yiren, she has never had any troubles in this regard. The sword is the weapon, and she is the one who makes the sword. However, it was also destined that she would not have the opportunity to become a swordsman who has a long history. Without persistence, she is destined to not become a peerless swordsman.
Shen Yiren's situation is more similar to that between the swordsman's sword intent and the martial artist's realm.
After she escaped from insomnia, she is now in the same state of mind as Jianyi's 'changeable and free', and 'blunt use of sharp weapons' is the martial arts produced in this situation.
The three-foot Qingfeng slashed flatly, but the strong wind that was cut through was like a mace roaring past, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.
The moment the sword edge slashed on the crescent shovel, the sound was so loud that it sounded like someone was digging a mountain.
Hua Jian only felt an unusual force coming, and when she noticed that the tiger's mouth had already split open, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and the crescent shovel she couldn't hold flew into the air.
"Hey."
The corner of Shen Yiren's mouth raised a thrilling and beautiful sneer.
"Assignment."
In the following time, the sound of countless broken bones being beaten by blunt instruments came from the air.
Not long after, Shen Yiren stared at the long sword in his hand.
If it were a few years ago, although her martial arts were better than this person, she would have to fight him for at least an hour. Today is a win in the blink of an eye, and the difference is more than doubled.
The long sword was silently sheathed, and turned to leave.
At this time, Hua Jian was already venting a lot and taking in less. If anyone saw his condition, no matter what their eyesight, it would be a huge problem to see what he was bombarded with. Shen Yiren's sword fell on him dozens of times, but it caused wounds like countless blunt instruments, depriving him of his freedom of movement, but he still survived.
The unconscious Hua Jian suddenly murmured.
"You can't find the secret passage... you, you can't find..."
His voice was extremely low, but the word secret path was still accurately passed into Shen Yiren's ears.
Shen Yiren stopped and turned around, frowned and said, "What secret way?"
Hua Jian couldn't answer, but continued: "My big brother is guarding the first floor. His martial arts accomplishments are extraordinary, and he is still above that Yansan... You... must be unfortunate..."
Secret passages
Shen Yiren felt strange in her heart. Her knowledge of martial arts in the world is not shallow. As soon as Hua Jian shot, she recognized that it was the direct martial arts of Luojian Villa, and her attainments were not shallow. It is the passion that has been cultivated since childhood.
But since this person came to participate in the Refining God Casting Conference, how could he be someone from Luojian Villa.
Thinking of the word 'secret road', I can't help chewing it carefully. There are many powers in the arena, and Luojian Villa is no exception. There are secret passages... there must be secrets that you want to hide.
She had doubts about Luo Ming for a long time, and was not afraid to speculate maliciously about Luo Ming's motives for organizing the God Refinement Casting Club.
This Hua Jian said that she could not enter the secret passage, in other words, he thought he was here to find the secret passage, so he attacked. It was not for the sake of the Divine Refinement Casting Club that he fought against himself.
After figuring this out, Shen Yiren's thoughts immediately opened up the joints.
Then, the secret passage he wants to guard must be nearby. What secrets did Luo Ming put away, and what was the purpose of this Divine Refinement Casting Club? Is the suspicion of the gang of ghosts related to this again
Just stood there and thought about it.
Suddenly remembering what Hua Jian said, Shen Yiren's face changed.
'My eldest brother is guarding the first floor... You... must be unlucky'.
The point is not that someone is guarding, but the word 'you'.
Oops.
"Not true!"
Chapter 52 For Freedom
In the dungeon, Song Ou sighed at the haystack.
He had no idea how many days had passed in this dark prison. In his capacity as the son of the Song family, it can be said that he has endured grievances he has never suffered in his entire life in prison.
If he could call his father or his second brother to rescue... What is this dungeon? But he didn't even know where this place was. All the information I know now is brought by Hong Jiu and his mice, and I don't know if it is true or not.
Hong Jiu was sleeping soundly beside him, snoring like thunder, looking carefree.
Song Ou really doesn't know how this person's head grows. In this case, not only did he eat as usual, but he never doubted his hope of escaping, as if he would never be defeated.
To be honest, Song Ou is not so confident in Hong Jiu.
In the past month, Hong Jiu has planned at least seven prison escapes. Every action is ingenious and unexpected, and every time it hits the soft underbelly of the dungeon defense system. The quickness of action and the boldness of thinking have to be deeply admired.
However, the reason for his arrest is even more bizarre.
Either the stunned prison head suddenly woke up and attracted reinforcements, or he dug the tunnel in the wrong direction and dug directly into the thatched hut, and witnessed the epic process of the prison head being carried out, and then the food that day was directly downgraded to grass roots.
Another time, when I jumped in the air, I stepped on a banana peel that I didn’t know who had fallen, and there was a thick layer of oil on it. Not to mention the first direct hit with Aples. It wasn't people who came to arrest him, but he took the initiative to run into their room.
I heard that he is the number one unlucky person in the northern martial arts. Will he meet Aples this time because he is in the ranks... Song Ou couldn't help thinking so seriously.
Suddenly, the haystack in front of him shook, and a big fat mouse emerged from it.
Song Ou, who was next to him, couldn't recognize it, but he was very impressed with this one.
"Hey, you... Aren't you the fattest grain harvester? Are you back?"
Just after saying these words, the sleeping Hong Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with a hi-ha, the light in the tiger's eyes flickered, making people feel that his whole body was boiling with indignation, as if his internal strength was increasing.
Song Ou was startled: "Even if the mouse comes back, you don't need to be so excited, right?"
But Hong Jiu ignored Song Ou in the slightest and took a few strong sniffs into the air, revealing a bright smile.
"It's a big boss!"
"What's the boss?"