When it comes to kendo, Yun Yu is not stingy.
At the moment he will tell everything he has encountered in the sword spirit tower, whether it is the phantom in the mirror, the separation of the sword soul, or how to temper the sword soul and enter the enlightenment mystery in it, there is nothing left out, although the words Not much, but it can be considered detailed.
The other three Jian Xiu listened very carefully, and their expressions changed a little with Yun Li's words, as if they were pondering and thinking.
Not long after Yunxun finished speaking, they became more and more pondered, but at the same time, they were all happy in their hearts.
After all, Yun Yu's trip successfully broke through and reached the realm of Sword Soul Second Refining.
Yun Yu said again: "You can discuss it by yourself, who will go first." After saying this, he stopped talking to the three sword repairers, but looked at Xu Ziqing, "I want to go to the sword shadow wall to see what you want. ?"
Xu Ziqing smiled slightly: "I am going with my brother."
Immediately, the two brothers bid farewell to the three sword repairmen, and walked towards the sword shadow wall together.
Tu Jin glanced at Yin Xiu and Xun Liang, and said, "I'm going."
Then he stood up, like a ball of blood, rushing straight to the sword spirit tower.
On the contrary, Yin Xiu and Xun Liang were one step behind, so they didn't move forward, but also stood there, looking at the light on the tower.
Xu Ziqing and Yun Li came to Jianying Wall and looked for an adjacent seat.
The sword shadow wall has four sides. Since it can enclose the entire sword spirit tower, although many sword repairs are meditating, there are still many empty seats.
Latecomers don't have to fight for it.
The two of them looked for a place not far from the Sword Spirit Tower, and sat down cross-legged together.
Yun Li glanced at Xu Ziqing.
Xu Ziqing's eyes were gentle and nodded slightly.
There is a kind of tacit understanding in it.
After giving the signal, the two each faced the mountain wall in front of each other, settled down, and were about to practice.
Xu Ziqing only saw her own figure slowly appearing in the sword shadow wall, and it was her own face that was clear.
However, that face looked like a moon in the water and a flower in a mirror. He smiled just after he appeared, and it turned into ripples, spreading in all directions.
In those water patterns, a very hazy mood also appeared immediately.
This artistic conception is extremely familiar, and in just a moment, Xu Ziqing's mind is captured!
In a daze, he only felt that a ray of Yuanshen was shaking, and he had entered the sword shadow wall like this!
A clear breeze appeared on the mountain wall in front of me.
The breeze slowly passed by, and the moment it disappeared, the drizzle rained down like a curtain of silk...
On the earth, thousands of woods sprouted, broke out of the ground, and returned to the earth for a while in spring, everywhere moist and vigorous. After the drizzle, the grass and trees are strong, the Jiamu is towering, and the Yimu is flexible, implicated and covering the world. There was another thunder, and then there was a burst of lightning, which suddenly hit a forest! Suddenly thousands of wood burnt ash, turned into smoke and dust, and the vitality continued, after a short time, it repeated luxuriantly. Gradually the cold wind hits, the vegetation decays, and the dead leaves are bleak. Until the cold wind gets colder, all the trees are withered, and the snow is like a cover, a piece of white.
There is another breeze, Wanmu recovers and enters the cycle again.
Such a cycle goes back and forth, every year is withered and prosperous, and every year is reborn.
Xu Ziqing immediately understood that this is what he once learned, "Four Seasons Sword Technique", and his comprehension of the four-character sword tactics, all of which reappeared at this time, and turned into this lifelike scene, which is the manifestation of artistic conception.
However, even if he had taught his senior to sharpen his sword every day, he was not a sword repairer. After finding the way to his own body, he would not grind like that. , Immersed in the sharp sharpness of Qingyun needles, making it cold and bitter, and the sword has the advantage of never returning.
And although he is not a sword repairer, this sword technique is also one of the foundations of enlightenment for him.
--If he hadn't understood the principles of reincarnation in the four seasons when he was practicing swordsmanship, he would probably need more time before he could comprehend the birth and death of all things from the birth and death of thousands of trees, so as to deduce the way of birth and death.
Obviously, this sword shadow wall was made for the insight of sword repair. When faced with it at the first time, it revealed all the comprehensions in the sword way more intuitively. . Or it may ask people to repeat the experience until it becomes more detailed and deeper.
For Xu Ziqing, what he saw was not Kendo.
Rather, through these artistic conceptions and scenes, they constantly polish the Taoist mind, integrate their comprehension into one's own practice, and merge them into the path of reincarnation of life and death.
Xu Ziqing was determined in his heart, he calmed his breath, staring firmly at the sword shadow wall, watching Wanmu continue to reincarnate and evolve.
Before I knew it, I indulged in it.
Just like the many sword repairs around... They are all fascinated and reluctant to leave.
I don't know how long it has passed, Xu Ziqing Yuanshen has been wandering in the sword shadow wall.
Every time Wanmu reincarnates, he can always realize some truths about life and death, and perfect his own small universe.
Thanks to the mutual help of the law of the Sumi Mustard Seed, his Purple Mansion Small Universe is constantly evolving and expanding. The Wanmu in it does not know how many rebirths, vitality, Tai Chi rotation, the green dragon of the wood in the sky. Howling, circling endlessly.
When the thousands of woods in the sword shadow wall reincarnate, the thousands of woods in the small universe seem to echo, and it is in harmony with the birth and death, and there is a kind of rhythm in it.
And after each reincarnation, the wood dragon had to expand a little bit, and after a short while, it even spit out blue light and fell into the ten thousand woods.
At this moment, the wood that absorbs azure light seems to be able to breathe. There are scales forming in the dimness, and then disappearing immediately in the next moment, just like a dream...
After so many times, finally the scales gradually became clear, which seemed to be dragon scales or eagle claws. The more the wood that absorbed the blue light, the more obvious the changes. Even the aura became stronger and stronger, and it even seemed to have a sound of wind and thunder rising from its depths.
Then the dragon's whiskers were born, the dragon's tail was lengthened, the dragon's head was formed... and finally formed a true dragon body!
The next moment, the dragon's eye moves slightly, and it is about to open--
It was like a spring thunder roaring, shaking the sky, Xu Ziqing suddenly opened his eyes, the soul returned to his place, unexpectedly awake!
The mysterious and profound artistic conception just now broke away.
After Xu Ziqing woke up, he wanted to plunge into the Sword Shadow Wall, but he couldn't.
Since he couldn't, he didn't think about it anymore, so he looked to the left and saw that the brother was still closed and he was enlightening.
As for the senior, there was a faint killing intent permeating him, enveloping him as an invisible cover, isolating everything around him.
… Xu is because he and his brother are dual monks. When he got up and stood behind his brother, he could see the blurred shadow on the sword shadow wall, which seemed to be a pure murderous intent, which turned into countless sharp swords and rose into the sky. .
As for the more detailed ones, he couldn't see clearly either.
Knowing that brother could not wake up in a short time, Xu Ziqing settled down, turned and walked towards the sword spirit tower.
At this moment, he saw that Yin Xiu was still standing in front of the tower.
After hesitating a little, Xu Ziqing still walked over and asked: "Friend Yin Dao, what's wrong?"
Yin Xiu had a gloomy temperament, but when he saw Xu Ziqing, he still gave a good face: "Father Xun Daoist is in the tower, and Fellow Tu Daoist has gone to visualize kendo."
Xu Ziqing looked at Yinxiu and saw that in front of the other sword shadow wall, Tu Jin was shrouded in blood, facing the sword shadow wall, his breath was very indifferent.
Afterwards, Xu Ziqing and Yinxiu had a few more conversations, and they knew a lot.
It had been seven or eight hours since he and his senior went to enter Ding. During this period, Tu Jin rushed through the Sword Spirit Pagoda, but he was defeated on the twelfth floor, and Yin Xiu was the same. But despite this, the two of them are already at the level of the sword soul.
Xun Liang had a stable and generous temperament. He was expelled from his teacher's school in his early years and suffered a lot of criticism, but he never gave up eating because of choking, and his nature remained unchanged. But Yinxiu was different. He was almost cynical due to family destruction, and finally got revenge, and his temperament has become a little grotesque. Xun Liang and him were both immortal cultivators and were very tolerant to him, so he took the initiative to ask Yin Xiu to enter the sword spirit tower first.
Therefore Xun Liang became the last person.
Xu Ziqing nodded and raised his eyes to look at the sword spirit tower.
Both Tu Jin and Yinxiu could successfully reach the first refining of the sword soul, which he expected. The two of them have honed their swordsmanship for many years, and it has been a long time since the sword intent has been perfected. They have already reached their limit, and they only owe a chance to break through the barriers. Now that it’s a little polished, it’s a matter of course.
Xun Liang is now fighting on the eleventh floor, and it should be no exception.
Sure enough, just as he thought, after about half an hour, the eleventh layer of light trembled and instantly jumped to the twelfth layer.
Also persisted on the twelfth floor for more than an hour, Xun Liang's figure flew upside down and was driven out of the tower.
He gasped a few times and stood firm. Then he saw Xu Ziqing, clasped his fist and said, "Do you understand it?"
Xu Ziqing smiled: "I am not a swordsman. Although I have practiced some swordsmanship in the past, what I have gained in front of the sword shadow wall is definitely not comparable to that of fellow Taoists."
The fact is indeed the case. If a monk who practices the Dao like Xu Ziqing has never learned swordsmanship at all, he will not be able to use the sword shadow wall to comprehend it. And those who have practiced swordsmanship can often only use this to make up for their deficiencies in swordsmanship. Only Xu Ziqing, the swordsmanship he practiced and the swordsmanship he has learned, the fundamental artistic conception and the way of his own body echo each other, and it is even more the same as Yunxun's swordsmanship. Double repairs for many times, Yuanshen, Yuanying and even Dadao have blended several times, contaminated with a lot of Yunqi breath, and Xu Ziqing's sword-shaped wood was born as a secondary tree in the small Qiankun, and the sword-shaped wood used Yunqi The sword domain has spawned countless sword-shaped leaves, so that sword shadow wall can be used.
In fact, it is just a speculation.
Because of this, Xu Ziqing has realized that once there are many truths that have nothing to do with kendo, the primordial spirit quickly rebounds, and he cannot use the sword shadow wall to make his own magical powers truly complete-and Yun Li is very different from him. .
With Yun's comprehension and kendo cultivation skills, I'm afraid it would be no problem to enter for a few days and nights.
He sighed inwardly, Xu Ziqing was not very depressed, he had gained a lot of benefits from his previous insights.
For example... The "Ten Thousand Woods Hualong Jue" that he couldn't practice for a long time.
He would never read it wrong. In Xiao Qiankun, the many plants and trees that were contaminated by the blue light spit out by the green dragon of wood are faintly transformed into a dragon, and they have even gradually formed the form of a real dragon. He should look for it now. In a secluded place, turn that dragon's eye out and master this spell!