"It's nonsense. 」

The old man shook the teapot in his hand, and his eyes showed appreciation,

"But it's a good answer. 」

At the same time, he gave a very pertinent evaluation.

Nodding secretly, should I say, is it worthy of being his disciple?

The sword heart is clear, and it is indeed the sword heart is clear.

What is Sword?

And why do you want to learn swords?

If you just use the sword as a murder weapon to protect yourself or kill the enemy, then with the root bone of the sword and soul sword spirit, you don't have to waste time practicing your body and swordsmanship, you can completely abandon the concept of human beings and move towards a faster and safer shortcut.

If he is obsessed with happiness and revenge, then in the previous three questions, Jian Zai can nod his head and respond to the words 'can hold', and from then on he will live forever for thousands of years, and he will be free from heaven and earth, as long as the long sword is in his hand, no one can stop him.

However, Kenya didn't answer so simply.

Because it's not just a cliché question about what a sword is and what is a kendo.

He knew best in his heart that there were infinite answers and infinite future possibilities in this question.

In the eyes of different people, the sword has a thousand different postures.

Strong or weak, large or small, rigid or soft, thick or thin.

Which is your sword?

If this question was changed to when he came to the White Jade Tower, when Jian Ya still had the Budu Imperial Soul Sword by his side, he would have answered very clearly that the Budu Imperial Soul was his sword.

However, at this moment, the Budu Imperial Soul was not in his hands.

He had no sword in his hand.

Even the sword was in the hands of his enemies.

If the sword in the hand of the swordsman is the sword, then the sword without the sword in the hand at the moment is not a swordsman.

A swordsman who does not have a sword in his hand naturally cannot be regarded as a swordsman.

A swordsman who has doubts about the sword in his heart is not a qualified swordsman,

So there was the old man's previous emotion......

"It's nonsense. 」

Because Kenya is a swordsman, he will have a sword in his hand.

It has nothing to do with strength or weakness, and it has nothing to do with rigidity, softness, thickness and thinness.

Just because he's a swordsman.

Then he must have a sword.

There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart.

Jian Zai's heart is clear, and the sword heart is clear, it is really the sword, the heart, the pass, and the light.

There is no verbosity or twisting.

That's it...... Unreasonable, brutal, and clear-sighted.

As always, it was like the bold words he made when he stepped on the Monster Mountain and spoke to the Heavenly Demon Great Tengu.

The sword heart is clear.

Jian Ya may not really be the material for cultivating immortals and cultivating the Dao, but he is indeed a genius in a certain way...... A genius who learns swords.

Thinking of this, the old man smiled bitterly, and then thought of the one outside, who was also bright and high-spirited. The eight-meaning sword sitting cross-legged on the altar.

After so many years, we finally followed a similar path.

It can only be said that it is fate and providence.

"It's time for you to go down. 」

The old man stood on the top of the hill with his hands in his hands. At this time, at the stone monument at the foot of the mountain, only the last faint layer of mist lingered.

Unlike when Kenya climbed the mountain before, the fog had gradually faded, and the towering mountain began to show its majestic outline.

Kenya looked into the distance, not at the far end of the sky, but at the depths of the mountaintop.

His gaze crossed the old man's body and rested on the dilapidated thatched hut.

In the end, Jian Ya bowed respectfully, turned around decisively, and also did not drag the mud and water at all, step by step, down the mountain.

1,300 years ago, there was a young man who tore off his shirt and embarked on a road of no return with a desire to prove himself.

1,300 years later, he was also a young man, and his blue robe had been wet by the rain, and he looked young. Even if the inside has become completely different, it has finally embarked on a road of no return.

There was no goodbye.

There was no goodbye either.

Now that he has made an answer and made a good decision, he shouldn't twist and pinch, in that case, Kenya himself will look down on himself.

Just walk down the stone steps, which are full of flower petals.

The green lotus flowers bloom beside the stone steps, swaying and stunning.

However, Kenya didn't have the time to enjoy the scenery at the moment.

He felt that there was an emotion brewing in his chest, which he could not put into words, and he was just one moment away from blurting it out.

What is it? What is missing?

With this question in mind, Kenya walked along the path up the mountain, and finally came to the foot of the mountain under the eyes of the old man.

There is a huge stone monument at the foot of the mountain, and at this moment the last trace of fog is still lingering reluctantly, and it cannot bear to disperse.

Facing the fog, Jian Ya stood silently for a while.

Once he takes a step, he will face a very strong, possibly the most powerful enemy of his life.

This step may represent death.

Even after asking the sword, Kenya was not sure of victory.

But he had to take this step, because there were still many people waiting for him on the other side of the fog.

So he waved his sleeves and prepared to kneel down towards the old man at the top of the mountain, and kowtowed three times as a final farewell.

And just as Kenya was about to kneel, a sudden gust of wind roared, passing past his ears and dispelling the last fog in a radius of ten miles.

Suddenly, the stele was no longer blurry and illegible, and the general outline could already be seen.

The stone monument at the foot of the mountain is naturally carved with something related to the mountain.

The name of the mountain is engraved on the stele.

Jian Ya knew that this was the name of this mountain, and a long time ago, a young man came to the foot of the mountain to learn art, and finally he was shocked by this stone tablet, and just stood aside and looked up at the mountain.

The name of the mountain is also very simple, only three words.

These three words have made countless monsters and immortals crazy and longing.

There was once a very grand myth that began here.

But at this moment, these three words just reminded Jian Ya of the bits and pieces of learning swords in his childhood.

He could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and knelt down heavily towards the top of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a young man was in tears, kneeling beside the stone monument, and the green lotus with the dirt flying and splashing swayed and avoided, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

On the mountain, an old man stood on his hand, standing in front of the path, letting the wind and clouds change, but he did not stop Jian Ya's behavior as before.

After knocking his head three times, he got up again.

What was revealed was a tenacious expression, and his eyes were attentive, just like the eight-meaning sword sitting cross-legged in the outside world, with high fighting spirit!

Jian Ya solemnly treasured this scene in front of him in the depths of his heart, and then stepped out towards the edge of the mist.

After Kenya took a step, the mist hovering on the stone tablet completely dissipated.

The old man stood at the top of the mountain, and could only vaguely hear the echo of the hearty laughter of the sword in the mountain.

Accompanied by this, he looked at the stone tablet for a long time, and it was also inscribed by his own hand.

On the stele, there is no other.

Only the eternal remains the same, and he is tired of reading the three big characters.

There is no other word.

Only every inch of the mountain.

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In the Eternal Pavilion, he waved his hand to remove the Reisen, who had been obviously unsettled from just now.

Yonglin sighed slightly, and when she thought of the surprised look she looked at when she ran into the laboratory, she became more and more disappointed in this disciple in her heart.

As long as the result is successful...... It's okay if the process is a little twisty, right?

It's not easy to succeed in this matter, so let's comfort her after this matter is over.

She walked to the window edge and picked up the longbow that had been with her for years.

The Heavenly Maga Ancient Bow is a longbow with a very twisted name.

Unlike the longbow he used to practice in the face of the mad sword, this one was one of several valuable items that Yayi Yongrin brought from the moon capital 1,300 years ago when he and Kaguya fled in a hurry.

The ends of the bow were tied with large pink bows, which was in the distant past, and the mischief of a naughty boy in the moon capital was a prank of a naughty boy who didn't want to bother with his stupidity at the time and went with him.

Looking back at the longbow now, it is both ironic and cruel.

She sighed slightly, took her bow and arrows, walked to an open space in the Eternal Pavilion, and pulled out the most famous bow in the world.

Bow, like a full moon.

Even the ghost clan, which is famous for its strength, rarely has a bowstring that can be pulled, and at this moment, Yonglin is completely pulled away by Yonglin in full open earnest mode.

In addition to the three spirit swords in this world, there are other famous weapons.

The Heavenly Majia Ancient Bow in Yonglin's hand was one of them.

Among the mythological epics with the sword as the main one, the ancient bow of the Heavenly Maga is one of the few, which has been handed down to this day as a bow.

Of course, for Yonglin, it just happened to be very easy to use.

At this moment, it is afternoon, most of the rabbits in the Eternal Pavilion have put down their work, and the rabbits who are sleeping by the grass under the trees are also following behind Emperor Inaba, and even the Penglai Mountain Huiye, who rarely walks out of the boudoir, does not know when he came to the clearing, watching Yonglin's long-lost arrow on the side.

Dozens of people, just standing there.

Yonglin just concealed his current plan at the moment, and did not break the agreement with that person - to hide his every move.

Besides, for a character of Yakumo's level, scheming in this kind of place will make his identity cheaper.

Letting her immature disciples involve this matter was a very humiliating memory for her.

The rabbits all watched this rare scene behind Emperor Inaba, nervous or silent or waiting or expecting. Only Reisen hid in a corner, bowing his head and not saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

When the three spirit swords were in the Divine Dynasty, each of them was in charge of their own unique powers, and they were on a par with them, and even the faintly transcendent Heavenly Maga Ancient Bow would not be an exception.

After all, in the mythical era of cold weapons, a bow and arrow with the same power and a long range at the same time is a milestone existence.

And the ability of the Heavenly Maga Ancient Bow is very ordinary.

Its ability is fast.

Very fast.

So fast that it almost ignores space, and even vaguely transcends the constraints of time.

The farther away you are, the more powerful this longbow will shoot. At the same time, it means that in order to play the performance of this longbow, you must have very strong vision and prediction.

Perhaps the average strong person will lose his prediction of the direction of distance because his gaze cannot keep up with the arrows beyond the limit of his vision.

But Yonglin won't, she has a mind that is faster than the latest computer in the moon, as long as she wants, the trajectory of the planet and even the galaxy under her feet in 10,000 years can also calculate the results in minutes and seconds.

As for the backlash after the bowstring is pulled, it has already been solved and optimized by Yonglin in various ways, not to mention that she is already immortal.

How powerful should this bow be when it is held in a position where it can fully exert its powers, and even ride an arrow that is not inferior to itself?

Under the different gaze of the rabbit monster, Yonglin gently put the strange arrow he had asked for from the ancestor Boli on the longbow and took a deep breath.

After taking a breath, he raised his longbow high and aimed it at the sky, as if to shoot down the noon sun that had not yet set at this time.

With the appearance of the squeaky sound, the ancient bow of the Heavenly Majia, which is also very famous among all kinds of weapons, was slightly deformed.

The taut bowstring pulled back, and the bowstring sank deep into the index finger of her right hand, the middle finger, the ring finger, and the three fingers.

Because of the significance of this archery, for the sake of safety, she even used the three strings that are not usually used.

It's so quiet that Kaguya can hear the rapid breathing of the rabbits in the Forever Pavilion.

"Wind ...... Cloud...... Light...... Just right. 」

With this whispered to himself, the forearm muscles of Yonglin's right hand suddenly relaxed!

The tight bowstring grabs the fingertips and rebounds at high speed, driving a sudden forward shot at a speed invisible to the naked eye!

The strangely shaped arrow protruded from the grip of the bow in an instant, and when it traveled a certain distance, a piercing sonic boom erupted in the air.

I don't know if it's because it's too fast, or because this arrow is so unique, countless green lights suddenly float out of the air, like fireflies.

Then the arrow, like a shooting star, rushed into the sky.

Just responded to a poem.

The bow opens like a full moon, and the arrow moves like a shooting star.

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PS: According to the fingering of the bow, there are two kinds of Mongolian and Mediterranean, Mongolian style is to use the index finger and thumb to clamp the tail of the arrow to pull the bow, in addition to wearing a wrench to hook the bowstring, the index finger and thumb are crossed, and the tail of the arrow is placed at the tiger's mouth, the Mediterranean style is to use the index finger and middle finger to hook the bowstring, and at the same time, two fingers are clamped between the tail of the arrow, and some use the index finger, middle finger, ring finger and three fingers to pull the string.

Two fingers are fast but the same arrow and there is enough time, it is not as stable as three fingers.

PS2: From this point on, the swordsman enters the climax