Am I the only one who has been here for 10 years?

Lin Yun's heart trembled, and he felt a chill inexplicably on this fat old man's body.

If you don't beat the sound of the piano when you come down, will you bury your body at the bottom of this lake?

If on that day, he was disturbed by the sound of the piano, would he have gone mad and died the moment he jumped?

The answer, I'm afraid, is that I am a little reluctant to accept it.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun looked at the old man in front of him and guessed the identity of this person.

No matter what, the strength of the old man is beyond doubt.

Since the other party has promised to solve the doubts, at least the purpose of his coming here has been achieved, so let's ask.

"I want to ask the seniors, after the peak of swordsmanship is consummated, is there a corresponding realm above?"

Lin Yun said the doubts that had been haunting his heart for a long time.

"Naturally, there is. ”

The fat old man looked indifferent, and said lightly: "Ordinary people know that there are four realms of martial arts, initial success, small success, great success and peak consummation, but most people can cultivate a martial art to the great completion, which is already a great achievement." ”

At this point, the fat old man's face showed a faint mockery.

Then he said: "As for the peak consummation, it is even rarer. So no one will ask or think, after the peak, but there is still a way? They are like people in the painting, one by one in the painting without knowing it, you can perceive this step, not far from the painting. ”

"The realm above the peak courtyard gate is out of the painting realm?"

Lin Yun said softly thoughtfully.

As if he had caught something, he quietly waited for the old man's explanation, and there was a lot of expectation in his eyes.

"That's right, it's indeed out of the world, but this is not the other, it's the artistic conception of the superb, referred to as the ...... of the environment."

The fat old man didn't care whether Lin Yun could understand or not, sat down and took a sip of tea, and continued to talk without stopping.

"Contextualization, in short, is to use it for one's own use. A swordsmanship, no matter how strong it is, is also created by its predecessors. Use it for yourself and turn it into your own swordsmanship, I don't know how many times stronger than the former. Boy, do you understand?"

The fat old man looked at Lin Yun with a little disdain, and sneered: "But it's useless to tell you, even if you know, I'm afraid it's even ...... Hey. ”

He sold the pass, laughed, and didn't say much.

"You mean, even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to break the picture. If you can't even break the painting, how can you use it for your own use and re-make it. ”

Lin Yun's mind was sharp, and he sensed what the other party didn't say.

"As the first person to walk up to me in ten years, you're not too stupid. That's what it means, old man. ”

The fat old man dragged a long tail note, smiling without being salty or light.

Lin Yun didn't say much and gave up.

Slowly walking to the center of the lake, the road already knows, and the next thing is whether he can realize himself.

Looking around, Lin Yun closed his eyes.

The fat old man touched his beard, and a smile appeared on his old and indifferent face.

This kid is a little to his liking.

No nonsense, can it be done or not, try it first and then talk about it.

But what can be done is useless, and it is not easy to break the painting. The so-called broken painting is to shatter all the swordsmanship that has been cultivated to the peak of perfection before, but it is necessary to preserve the foundation.

If you are not careful, you will not be able to break the painting, but you will make yourself wasted.

He is somewhat similar to the kid back then, always not believing in evil.

I don't know how the old boy is doing in the burial sword forest.

Some past events appeared in his mind, and the fat old man's eyes flashed with irritability, his brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't want to think about it, so he hugged his head and fell asleep.

On the surface of the lake, Lin Yun's whole person was immersed in the contemplation of the Water Moon Sword Technique, and there was a wilderness in his imagination.

The one move of the Water Moon Sword Technique is constantly decomposed, and on the wasteland, countless afterimages appear, and each afterimage performs a different move of the Water Moon Sword Technique.

Originally, there were only eighteen strokes of swordsmanship, but under his dismantling, it was transformed into more than a hundred steps.

As time passed, the number of remnants in the wasteland increased, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred...... Multiply.

Three days later.

The fat old man woke up slowly, looked towards the center of the lake, and his face suddenly changed slightly.

Immediately woke up, stared closely, and saw Lin Yun exuding spiritual light around him on the lake. The aura was like silk, wrapping him layer by layer, like a circle of silkworm cocoons.

"This ......"

The fat old man was taken aback, obviously not expecting such a scene.

Lin Yun, who was immersed in conjecture, turned a deaf ear to everything around him.

In the wasteland, he sat on a rocky mountain, looking at the dense afterimages below. From time to time, with a flick of the fingers, if you don't flick it, there will be an afterimage disappearing.

There are fewer afterimages, and now, they go from more to less.

It's subtle, but it's not difficult to understand.

He is breaking the Water Moon Sword Technique he had learned in the past, dismantling it, rewriting it, and turning it into the Water Moon Sword Technique that is most suitable for himself.

The water is still the same water, the moon is still the crooked moon, only the sword, now is not the same as before!

"That should be enough. ”

When there were only nine afterimages left, Lin Yun nodded.

Wow!

In reality, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and his spirit cocoon was entwined, which immediately shattered.

Peel back the cocoon and break the picture!

When the spirit cocoon completely dissipated, Lin Yun's body bloomed with thousands of lights, dazzling.

Ice muscles and jade bones, with a little streamer, like a new life.

He stretched out his hand, and a dead branch flew from the island, and he held it tightly.

Spring breeze and rain, hundreds of rivers converge!

The spring breeze and rain moisten things silently, which was originally the water and moon swordsmanship, fluctuating, and the artistic conception of flowing water is invisible. Ben has five moves, but he can be broken and softened within one move.

A sword comes out, the vast drizzle, turns into a stream, and a hundred rivers converge.

Rumble!

He discarded the variation, and integrated the power of this artistic conception into a single sword.

In the silence, the water surface burst out, and the earth-shattering waves rushed away.

From now on, the water moon swordsmanship that belongs to him will have only one artistic conception, such as the moon lasts forever, reigns over the world, and the solitary fang appreciates itself, and the arrogance of the moon is derived into the ultimate domineering.

Look at the sky with water!

Lin Yun's sword momentum spread, and the surface of the lake seemed to have an extra layer of lake water, majestic and boundless, magnificent and magnificent, and this small lake seemed to have become thicker.

The smoke and water are vast.

The calm surface of the lake ripples and the vast mist rises quietly.

The period sword is like a vast mist on the lake, and the atmosphere is vast, like a dream and death.

This sword, the smoke is vast, and the water mist is boundless.

Big waves!

On the surface of the lake, there is a sword light, endlessly, dancing with the waves, the sword is like a wave, and the waves are like a sword.

If you are deep in it, let alone block the sword light, it is good to be able to stand firm.

The shape of his body changed, and Lin Yun unleashed six swords in a row, each sword seemed to have a different change. But every sword has the same artistic conception, which belongs to the domineering and arrogant like the moon, which often runs through every ray of sword light from beginning to end.

The light of the bright moon!

It is also the light of the bright moon, but the light of the bright moon at the moment is very different.

It was a purple sword light, and a purple bright moon swayed on the surface of the lake, and the moment the moonlight appeared, Lin Yun's figure disappeared strangely.

Between heaven and earth, there is only a bright moon-like sword that cuts through the lake.

Click!

The sword light crossed, the surface of the lake was like flat ground, and a flat and slender ravine appeared, and it was not until the moonlight dissipated that Lin Yun appeared in shape.

It's not that he's really gone, it's just that the moonlight is too much, covering everything in the world.

Frost and cold!

Water Moon Mirror Flower!

Immediately afterwards, there were two major killer moves, which were displayed one by one in his hands. After being promoted to the Transformation Realm, these two major killing moves were also unrecognizable, and they could fit perfectly with his own sword intent, as if this Water Moon Sword Technique was created by himself.

Not enough......

Lin Yun, who had finished performing the Water Moon Sword Technique, stood on the surface of the lake, thoughtful.

Vaguely, after the nine swords were wielded, he felt as if he could go one step further and truly push this water moon sword technique that belonged to him to the limit.

But this hint of inspiration is erratic and difficult to grasp.

Just as this inspiration was about to disappear, the sound of the piano suddenly sounded in his ears.

Lin Yun's eyes shone brightly, and he suddenly realized.

With this astonishing sound, after swinging out of the transformation realm, it was completely his own tenth sword.

The surface of the lake exploded, and in the midst of a shocking sound, a waterspout burst out, and the sky suddenly darkened. In the midst of the roar, the majestic sword intent poured out, and in the vision, lightning tore through the sky, so terrifying that it was suffocating.

This sword shattered the sky and shattered the clouds, only this sword survived like the moon!

Lin Yun took the "sword" and stood up, and said softly: "This tenth sword, just call it...... The sky is shattered. ”

The tenth sword that belongs to him alone, the broken clouds that belong to him alone.

"You kid, you hide it deeply, and it makes me lose my eyes. ”

The fat old man looked indifferent and slightly displeased.

Lin Yun smiled slightly and did not explain. He was thinking about the cliff and thinking hard for three months, and the swordsmanship had already reached the point where it was overflowing.

It only took one kick to the door, and it seemed that it only took three days to break the painting, but no one could know how he survived the cliff in Siguo.

"If I am not absolutely sure, how dare I jump into this abyss. ”

Lin Yun's words seemed very confident, but in this confidence, there was a bitterness that he could understand.

When he sat down, he thanked him.

Without the last sound of the fat old man, this tenth sword, he is afraid that he will not be able to comprehend it.

Once you miss that fleeting aura, you will definitely not be able to comprehend the broken clouds in your life, and there is only one such opportunity.

If you miss it, you miss it.

The old man nodded indifferently, not in high spirits.

"My predecessors said that I had been watching flowers here for ten years, but I didn't seem to see flowers on this island?"

Thinking of this, Lin Yun asked curiously.

"A sword slashed. ”

"Why?"

Lin Yun was amazed.

The fat old man held the teacup and said lightly: "As you said, the longer the flowers, the more colorful they are, and the longer the people are, the uglier they become. ”

The words were an understatement, but Lin Yun was thrilled to hear.

The so-called viewing of flowers, certainly not really viewing flowers, the old man in this ten years, must be the sword.

Wujian for ten years, but he was slashed with a sword, this is the fat old man's opinion, Wujian is all wrong in ten years.

But even if it's really wrong, it's ten years of work, and it's a bit surprising to say that it's just a chop.

"Do you regret it?"

"Hehe, you don't regret killing someone, the old man cuts a flower, why regret it. ”

The fat old man put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Don't care about the old man, let's think about yourself, thinking about disappearing from the cliff for three days is equivalent to escaping, which is a capital crime." Before dawn, if you can't go back, it's a dead end, and Xiaomeizi can't save you. ”

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he looked back.

A lonely peak, straight into the clouds, above the clouds, I don't know how high.

At first, I only thought about coming down, but I didn't think about how to go up.

The fat old man looked at him with a smile, and his eyes were full of playfulness.