For those who have reached the realm of martial arts, flying flowers and leaves can hurt people, so when they reach a certain realm, martial arts tricks are like external objects, which may not be the key to defeating the enemy.
But this does not mean that the moves are optional. As the saying goes, words are the voice of the heart, and both internal and external cultivation. If you only have a peerless internal strength, it is equivalent to having a treasure mountain without knowing how to use it.
Qi Fengge is a generation of martial arts prodigies. He knows that people who learn swords, too many sword moves are easy to be dazzled. They don’t know how to use them. One of them is the famous Canglang Sword Art.
Xuandu Mountain's swordsmanship combines the Taoist principles of quietness and inaction, and the natural principles of Taoism. It pays attention to static braking, post-strike control, lightness and elegance, and Shen Qiao's temperament just fits with it.
But after he started to cultivate the true qi in "Zhu Yangce", the original sword technique has gradually become unsuitable, because Zhu Yangce true qi not only contains Taoist principles, but also incorporates the essence of Confucianism and Buddhism into it, while Confucianism The sturdiness of the door and the fierceness of the Buddhist sect cannot be reflected in the Canglang Sword Art.
However, even though all things in the world are different, there are always similarities. When he saw the person writing calligraphy and dancing, although the other person was in a busy market and he was doing business to make money, he seemed to But I don't think I need to please the onlookers. Instead, I immerse myself in what I'm doing. I dance with full attention. The dance of the Western Regions is unrestrained and bold, but calligraphy is a delicate work. The combination of the two has a kind of hardness and softness. Strange and harmonious, others may only think that his movements are very good-looking, but Shen Qiao suddenly found out a whole new set of swordsmanship.
At this time, the sword falls, and the sword light is vertical and horizontal. In winter, the leaves fall and all things wither. However, one person and one sword swept and wiped away, folded and twisted. .
Warm spring sun, clear summer moon, all in it.
Xiaoxiaoqiufeng, desolate winter grass, hidden but not hurt.
Didi mountains and rivers, surging rivers and Han, the charm of heaven.
The divine light is clutched and reunited, the yin and the yang are at first glance, the yin is light and the body stands as a crane, if it is about to fly, it does not fly.
The heart is in the sword, the sword is in the people, the things and I are forgotten, and the access is clear.
The dead trees around seemed to feel the same way. When the sword energy came, the dead trees fell one after another, and the original dry, cold and hard soil on the ground appeared one after another sword energy, deep or shallow, long or short, and the occasional dead leaves were deterred by the sword energy, one after another. Leaving the branch, but did not land, but revolved around the sword energy.
Suddenly, the tip of the sword trembled, and the dead leaves seemed to tremble slightly, and then they shot forward.
It is not uncommon for a master to inflict flying flowers and leaves with infuriating qi to hurt people, but with swords to control leaves, the realm is even higher.
The mountains and rivers and the sad sword hummed, and seemed to fluctuate according to the master's mood. There were majestic mountains and rivers, and the sound of wind and thunder rushing. The sword light was not dazzling. Soft, but this layer of sword light can actually move with Shen Qiao's mind, disappearing and appearing from time to time, ups and downs with it.
After a set of swordsmanship was finished, Shen Qiao took the sword and stood up, letting out a slow breath. The excitement in his heart had not yet calmed down, but his chest was surging, and he almost felt sick.
He knew very well that this was because he had just realized the realm of "Jianxin", but his internal strength was still unable to fully control Jianxin, so the sword qi backfired.
What a person who learns martial arts wants in his life is nothing more than to be able to make continuous progress and advance to a higher level, so he looks up to the master with a low hand, and the master hopes to continue to climb upwards. The four realms of kendo, sword qi, sword intent, sword heart, and sword god, for many people, the "sword god" is only in the legend, except for Mo Xie, a cadre in the Warring States Period, who sacrificed himself to the sword and used his life to achieve the realm of the sword god. In addition, almost no one has been able to reach this state since ancient times.
As for the realm of Kenshin, looking at the world and going back decades, only Tao Hongjing and Qi Fengge have reached it.
The people of Sri Lanka have passed away, and Tao Hongjing and Qi Fengge will eventually become history.
However, Shen Qiao is still living in the moment.
Daochang Shen retracted his sword and stood on the spot, slowly adjusting the disordered breath, the hearty feeling gradually dissipated, and he suddenly remembered a very serious thing: Yan Wushi was forgotten by him in the restaurant.
Shen Qiao secretly screamed badly, and immediately flew back to the city.
Yan Wushi was penniless, and he left again. If the guy stepped forward to beg for money, even if the relatively harmless "Xie Ling" dominated this temperament, it would be hard to imagine what the other party would do.
Thinking of this, Shen Qiao sped up a bit, and returned to the original restaurant in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, at the window on the second floor, they were surrounded by seven or eight people, including the restaurant owner and other diners.
Yan Wushi was under everyone's attention, but he didn't move. He couldn't see the expression on his face under the power fence.
Shen Qiao hurriedly stepped forward: "I'm really sorry, I just left for a while because of something. I'll give you the total amount of money!"
The owner is a Han Chinese, and seeing Shen Qiao is like seeing a savior, and said with a bitter face: "This gentleman, we are also a small business, and it is difficult to do everything in a foreign country, and I really don't want to cause any trouble. You didn't bring any money, and you just didn't come back. The villain thought of admitting that he was unlucky, and let it go. Who knows that this little lady is still reluctant to leave. As soon as we persuade her, she will..."
Shen Qiao followed the boss's instructions and saw that the case had been broken into a pile of powdered cups and half of the chopsticks were submerged on the table, and the corner of his mouth could not help twitching.
Seeing this scene, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he made up for it again and again, and paid for the loss of rice and dishes, and then pulled Yan Wushi away.
"You... or Xie Ling?" Shen Qiao asked.
Yan Wushi: "Well."
Shen Qiao coughed lightly: "I'm sorry, I saw that person dancing and got something for a while."
He brought Yan Wushi downstairs, the man was still jumping, and he was sweating profusely even in Jiuhantian, showing his hard work.
Unfortunately, there were very few copper plates in the copper plate in front of him, and there were fewer and fewer spectators.
Shen Qiao counted out nearly half of the copper plate from his arms and put it in the copper plate. The man opened his mouth wide and thanked him repeatedly. Shen Qiao nodded slightly at him and left with Yan Wushi.
After walking a few steps, Yan Wushi suddenly said, "Give too much."
Shen Qiao said with a smile: "Inadvertently planting willows and willows, he helped me understand Jianxin, but I feel that I have given less. It's just that we don't have much money and money now, so we can only do our best."
Yan Wushi stopped talking.
His words were less than usual. Shen Qiao wondered if he had abandoned him just now, which made the other party feel frightened and dissatisfied. After all, "Xie Ling" is still different from the real Yan Wushi, so he smiled and apologized: "I still Are you angry? Don't be angry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have left you and left, I was really immersed in the epiphany at the time, I wished that the swordsmanship would evolve immediately, so I neglected it, you want to point What to eat and play, I'll buy it for you."
Yan Wushi was silent for a moment and said, "Sugar Man."
Shen Qiao: "..."
As soon as the other party said that he wanted a candy man, Shen Qiao regretted it a little, but he dug a hole and jumped by himself. Since he opened his mouth, how could he not honor it, so he had to take Yan Wushi to the original candy man stall, and the hawker still recognized them. , smiled strangely: "The two of you are back again? But you still want to buy a candy man?"
Shen Qiao said embarrassedly, "Yes, I want another one."
Yan Wushi: "Two."
"..." Shen Qiao compromised: "Just two."
When a business is delivered to the door, no one will refuse. The hawker smiles and moves quickly, and the two candy men are poured into it.
Yan Wushi took one in each hand, biting it crunching, Shen Qiao had to pretend he couldn't hear it, and took someone to the inn to stay.
When he asked for a room, he was still sleeping alone on the bed and meditating alone. Now Shen Qiao’s skills were gradually recovering, so he would use meditation instead of sleeping in his spare time, because the former was not only a way to practice, but also a kind of rest.
Shen Qiao said to Yan Wushi, "Since the silk film can repair the devil's heart, you'd better now..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly couldn't speak anymore.
Because Yan Wushi, who took off the power fence, has already eaten the first sugar man, and is slowly licking the "head" of another sugar man, licking "sugar man Shen Qiao" with a bright face all over his head.
Shen Qiao: "...what are you doing?"
Yan Wushi innocently said, "I'm a little full, I want this, eat slowly."
Shen Qiao can't say that you can't lick it, it looks very strange, because people are eating candy, but saying this makes him overhearted.
He could only choose to be out of sight, and finished what he had just said: "The Central Plains are not like the Western Regions. Once we enter the Zhou Kingdom, our whereabouts will be exposed sooner or later. Now that we have silk films in hand, your flaws can be repaired just around the corner. Think more."
After speaking, Shen Qiao couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "Actually, if you are the real Yan Wushi now, it will not be my turn to tell you this."
Yan Wushi suddenly said: "If the devil's heart is repaired, Xie Ling may not still be there."
Shen Qiao restrained her smile and fell silent. After a long while, she sighed softly: "But you can't be like this all your life. Xie Ling is willing, but Yan Wushi may not be willing."
"Xie Ling" is one of Yan Wushi, but Yan Wushi can never come back to save him after he leaves.
Maybe every hard-hearted person finally has a softness in his heart, even if it is very small, and Xie Ling got this softness, and he poured it into Shen Qiao, who he thought was the most trustworthy.
However, when "Xie Ling" disappears one day, will this softness also disappear without a trace
Yan Wushi is still the sovereign of the Huanyue Sect who is selfish and indifferent and will not be shaken by any personnel
The other party looked at him with dark eyes, clear focus, and no impurities. This was something Shen Qiao had never seen in Yan Wushi's other temperaments.
This is Xie Ling, not Yan Wushi.
He told himself, then walked over and lightly stroked the top of the other person's head.
The other party let him do whatever he wanted, just raised his chin slightly and made a move that was similar to dawdling.
This is an action that only Xie Ling can do.
Shen Qiao's heart suddenly softened, and in the softness, there was a little sadness that could not be explained.
The head trauma really began to heal gradually under the influence of Cistanche, but repairing the damaged meridians could not happen overnight. Yan Wushi's temperament is changing now, so he may not be able to concentrate on his cultivation. When Ling's temperament comes to dominate, his desires will be minimized, his thoughts seem to become simpler, and even a sugar man can satisfy him.
"Is the silk film still on you? Show me." Shen Qiao said.
The other party handed the silk film in his arms to him.
Shen Qiao took the silk film and squinted to examine it carefully. The small letters on it were embroidered with silk thread, not written with ink pen, so they did not fade over time.
The above is indeed related to the magic door martial arts. Tao Hongjing may have seen the martial arts books of the Sun and Moon Sect in those days, and there are about a thousand words. Shen Qiao's eyesight is not good now, and after reading it through the weak candlelight, his eyes are a little sore and unbearable, and he almost shed tears.
"There is no mention of how to repair the flaw in the devil's heart?" He was a little strange, and handed the silk film back.
Yan Wushi: "Yes."
Shen Qiao: "Where?"
Yan Wushi shook his head.
After a while, he said again: "I don't know, but he knows."
It means that "Xie Ling" does not know, but the deity does.
Shen Qiao nodded and didn't ask any further questions. After he waited for the other person to fall asleep, he just found a mattress and meditated cross-legged.
The moon is like water, and the hours are getting late.
Even the distant barking of the dog disappeared, the world fell into a deep sleep, and there was peace from the inside out.
The person on the bed was not sleeping peacefully, and his body would occasionally wriggle slightly.
Shen Qiao noticed his movement, opened his eyes, and stood up to check.
"Xie Ling?" he called softly.
The other party's brows furrowed, as if falling into some kind of nightmare.
Shen Qiao reached out to probe his forehead, but before he touched the skin, the other party suddenly opened his eyes.
This is not "Xie Ling"!
Touching each other's eyes, Shen Qiao immediately became vigilant and stepped back.
But Yan Wushi's movements were much faster than he imagined. The other party jumped up like a ghost and grabbed Shen Qiao's face like lightning!
"Sect Master Yan, it's me!" Shen Qiao shouted.
But to no avail, the other party didn't care about it, and the attack was ruthless, and all the moves were murderous.
Yan Wushi was indeed seriously injured, but it was not that his martial arts were useless. Shen Qiao suddenly realized this, the other party rarely made shots before, so he gave him this illusion.
But even the real Yan Wushi can't ignore attacking others as soon as he opens his eyes. This is obviously a manifestation of confusion...
Shen Qiao suddenly remembered that Banna had said that Yan Wushi had strangled her neck, but after that, Shen Qiao never saw the other party show a fierce and irrational side, so he gradually forgot about it.
Could this be another display of the many dispositions
There was nothing he could do, the two sides made several moves. The current Yan Wushi is not Shen Qiao's opponent, but his death-defying play made Shen Qiao a lot of scruples, and Shen Qiao couldn't take his life, so as not to disturb the inn if there was too much movement For the others, Shen Qiao saw the opportunity and clicked on the other's acupuncture point.
Yan Wushi couldn't resist and fell forward. Shen Qiao supported the person in time, but found that the other party's face was suddenly congested and turned red. He hurriedly checked the pulse, and found that Yan Wushi's body was disordered, running around, and there were obvious signs of going crazy. , couldn't help being taken aback, and hurriedly unlocked the other's acupuncture points.
But as soon as the acupuncture point was solved, Yan Wushi suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his neck, and when he came up, he bit his lips!
Shen Qiao was in pain, and he wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and slashed hard, and the other party fell softly on top of him.
It's finally quiet.
Shen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Yan Wushi's wrist, and couldn't help but let out a groan.
If it was said that the other party was still in a state of madness, it didn't take long at this moment, the pulse has completely calmed down, and it also showed the opposite vitality
The author has something to say:
Tomorrow, the deity of Lao Yan will come back slowly →_→
Xie Ling: Beautiful brother.
Shen Qiao: Be good. (touching head)
Lao Yan: Ah Qiao (～￣▽￣)～*
Shen Qiao: Sect Master Yan. (indifferent face)
Lao Yan: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻