After listening to Chen Lei's advice, Nie Qianran suddenly understood and said with a smile, "I see, thank you, Senior Brother Chen. However, I still find it difficult to understand how to interpret the word 'wind'."
Chen Lei nodded. Indeed, the true meaning of wind could not be understood by just saying a sentence or two. The reason why he was able to comprehend the Swift Wind Phantom Sword was because he had practiced the Chen family's basic palm technique, the Wild Wind Palm, to the transcendent level, and had comprehended the true meaning of wind to an extremely high level. Therefore, he only looked at the Swift Wind Phantom Sword once before he comprehended it to the transcendent level.
But Nie Qianran was different. She had never comprehended the artistic conception of wind before. Although Chen Lei pointed out the mysterious truth of the Swift Wind Phantom Sword to her, knowing is one thing and comprehending is another. Nie Qianran knew the true meaning of the Swift Wind Phantom Sword, but without a certain opportunity, it would be impossible for her to comprehend the true meaning of wind in a short period of time.
Chen Lei said: "Help people to the end, send Buddha to the west, how about this, I will help you, let you feel the true meaning of wind."
"real?"
Nie Qianran's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Can I still lie to you? Come on, give me your hand."
Chen Lei stretched out his hand and said to Nie Qianran.
"What?"
Seeing that Chen Lei actually wanted to hold her hand, Nie Qianran's pretty face blushed and she said shyly.
Chen Lei, however, was frank and said, "Of course, I am here to help you understand the true meaning of wind. Do you think I want to take advantage of you?"
Nie Qianran saw Chen Lei's bright and clear eyes and knew that she had misunderstood Chen Lei. She said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Chen, I don't think so."
Chen Lei smiled and said, "It's okay. It doesn't matter what you think. Do you still want to comprehend the true meaning of wind?"
Nie Qianran said: "Of course I want to understand it."
After saying that, Nie Qianran generously placed her little hand on the palm of Chen Lei's hand.
Chen Lei felt a slight coolness in his palm, a smooth and delicate feeling coming from the palm, it seemed that what he was holding was not a hand, but a piece of top-quality mutton-fat jade. Although it was just the most ordinary handshake, it made his heart slightly ripple.
However, Chen Lei was determined and quickly suppressed this strange feeling. He gently held Nie Qianran's hand and said to her, "Close your eyes. Don't use your eyes to see. Use your heart to feel."
After saying this, he used the Wind-Chasing Steps and took Nie Qianran to dance with the wind. Like two butterflies, they were blown by the breeze and stepped on the blooming flowers in the back garden. They moved quickly, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and their movements were unpredictable.
Nie Qianran closed her eyes. She only felt the breeze on her face. The refreshing cool wind blew from all directions and wrapped her up. Gradually, she relaxed her body and mind and felt the existence of the wind with her heart. Under Chen Lei's deliberate guidance, Nie Qianran felt the wind's softness, speed, violence, fierceness, unpredictability and changeability. Slowly, she felt as if she was wearing a pair of wings made of wind, flying freely in the air. All kinds of insights into the artistic conception of wind arose in her heart, and her understanding of wind was rapidly improving.
Suddenly, Nie Qianran opened her eyes and found that Chen Lei had loosened his hand at some point. At this moment, she was completely driven by the wind, dancing in the sky above the garden, and blending into one with the wind.