Tang Bai's injuries healed quickly, and there was a mysterious vitality in his body, constantly nourishing his body.

Ye Lang's medical skills are very good, especially the treatment of knife wounds, Tang Bai actually saw some shadows of medicine in his previous life, such as disinfection, such as stitches, such as acupuncture. This made Tang Bai feel something, just like "Zhou Yi. The Dictionaries" says: "The world has the same end but different paths, the same and a hundred considerations." ”

During the period of recuperation, he kept recalling the scene of the life-and-death fight, correcting some wrong timings, the direction of the response, and the perception of martial arts.

Time flies quickly, Ye Lang's medical skills, Xue Dingtian's medicinal materials, in just over half a month, Tang Bai's injuries have recovered, which is a miracle.

Yan Feifei is a noisy person, staying in the basement is like a bird trapped in a cage, she said, she is homesick.

Outside the ground, there are many secret road forks, dense as a net, Ye Lang led the two of them to constantly change directions, and as soon as they got out of the basement, the three of them saw Xue Dingtian.

The person Xue Dingtian is looking for, even if he is hidden underground, she can find out.

This is a small hill, the mountain rocks are scattered, dozens of pine trees are attached to the side, the hill is high, there is a flat stone, smooth as a mirror, there is a desk table, a lyre, there is an incense burner on the side, wisps of smoke rise, with intoxicating incense.

Xue Dingtian sat in front of her, dressed in white, with elegant makeup, like a hollow valley orchid; there were two beautiful girls standing beside her, and behind the girls, there were more than a dozen people in black, their hands hanging down, and their bodies contained a strong murderous aura.

Ye Lang stopped.

Tang Bai didn't know Xue Dingtian, but he could sense her danger, and the feeling was amazing, like a person looking at you silently behind your back, and you would know it if you didn't look back.

"Send you a song, there is a sound on the road, don't live and die, don't complain about others. ”

She whispered lightly, gentle and tactful, melodious to the ear, and her delicate and white hands pressed the strings lightly, and the sound of the piano was tactful, as if flowing water was murmuring, moving and calm.

Tang Bai was motionless, he didn't understand the rhythm of music, but his heart was like a mirror, and there seemed to be a sword move in his mind, ethereal and blurry, corresponding to the notes.

The long sword is unsheathed, dancing, one move and one style, gentle and slow, like a fallen leaf flying in the wind, I don't know where to return!

Xue Dingtian couldn't help but be surprised, his slender hand changed, the sound of the piano was like a tide hitting a stone, quiet and agitated, and it resounded continuously; he saw that the sound of the piano was high-pitched, and the water waves were rumbling, and there was the intention of killing; in the blink of an eye, the intention of killing became more and more overwhelming, like thousands of troops and horses fighting against each other, and the flames of war were flying; like the autumn wind ruthlessly withering all things, and the avenue was ruthless.

Tang Bai felt that there was a warm air rising in his sea of qi, surging with the sound of the piano, and the speed was getting faster and faster, like a river with thousands of horses galloping, as if there was infinite power blocking his body, he needed to vent, vent all his strength, and he had a desire in his heart to dance with the notes.

Tang Bai bit the tip of his tongue, the pain made him sober, he concentrated and forced himself to calm down, but the notes in his ears became stronger and louder, as if they could attract his inner demons and conjure up countless scenes.

"Roar"

Like a wounded beast, his eyes turned red, as if he were about to fall into madness, he shook his head vigorously, the corners of his mouth slightly open, and recited the Lotus Sutra.

The surroundings were quiet, and this silence made him feel a magical change in his entire conscious senses, as if everything in the valley was imprinted in his mind, and his spirit entered a strange world.

He could feel the vitality of the flowers and trees, he heard the sound of insects and ants crawling, and even the flow of the stream carried a natural charm of heaven and earth, which made him want to swing his body along.

His eyes became more agile, he could see the slightest changes, a mosquito flew in front of his eyes, and the patterns on his wings were so clear.

He felt different substances in the air, different colors, the wind, the sun, and the air currents, slowly pouring into his body from his pores.

His heart was indescribably relaxed, all the troubles of the world were forgotten, and he was immersed in this natural artistic conception.

One person plays the piano and the other dances the sword, which is a pleasant scene, but it is constantly killing.

Xue Dingtian's hands flew on the strings, the sound of the piano became more and more rapid, and the entire hill resounded with endless sound waves.

Everyone involuntarily retreated, as if they saw a river of musical notes, surging towards Tang Bai.

The pine branches around were moving, the needles were about to fly, and a bird flew by, landing without a breath, and was killed invisibly by the killing machine of the two.

Tang Bai's mind suddenly remembered the words of the Heavenly Machine Swordsmanship: If you want to talk about the wonders of heaven, the avenue is indispensable, and you are only afraid of being fascinated by yourself, and you are silent, who does the Tao ask in your heart? Who does the Tao ask in your heart?

He was shocked, he couldn't help himself, the long sword in his hand pointed to the ground, the starting style of 'Tianjixian', no need for sword moves, the tip of his sword has drawn a circle, and then derived from the change of yin and yang, the long sword in his hand seems to be alive, sometimes giving birth to the power of the yang, sometimes turning into a feminine method, sometimes faster than lightning, the wind passes without a trace, sometimes like a dragon out of the sea, as strong as the waves, sometimes slower than a snail, as if there is a weight of 10,000 catties, as if each of his swords, are pierced between the rhythm of the sound of Xue Dingtian, so that all the melodies are moving with his rhythm.

When there was a bang, the piano stopped, the strings broke, Xue Dingtian looked at Tang Bai incredulously, and then chuckled again.

Tang Bai was still immersed in his own perception, and the artistic conception of the swordsmanship he realized became clearer and clearer, and all kinds of martial arts were practiced from the sword in his hand, but they were all changed from their ancestors, and they were born from yin and yang.

Every angle he makes, every time he shoots, the speed or slowness, all of them are wonderful; there is a kind of mutual harmony between movement and stillness, and the yin and yang circulate each other, just like the rotation of night and day, with a kind of artistic conception of heaven and earth.

He feels like a master of painting, combining different landscapes on a piece of paper, meaning the brush, forming a natural picture; like a master of chess, the changes after the moves are all under control; he is like a butterfly in the wind, when his body jumps, it is like dancing; and like a swimming fish in the water, between movements, natural harmony.

He is in harmony with nature, and the sword in his hand is the blooming flower, the standing mountain, and the waterfall cascading down the cliff.

His sword moves became slower, but they were as smooth as nature, like the roots of a big tree, hidden deep in the earth, and allowed the wind and rain to gather, and he was as immobile as a mountain.

The world seems to have changed, mountains are no longer mountains, trees are no longer trees, water is no longer water, and people are no longer people. All of them are equal, they are all one Source, and that is life.

Life is existence, and life is the cycle of matter to each other.

Tang Bai suddenly remembered the theory of reincarnation, after death, if a person is reborn, is it grass, water, an eagle flying high in the sky, or a pig and sheep to be slaughtered?

Time is like a wheel that keeps turning, and all things live and die in an endless cycle. So the mountain is not a mountain, and the water is not water, and in time and reincarnation, the mountain is water, and the water is also the mountain.

He danced the sword in his hand, and between swings, he tried to blend in with the surrounding environment into the sword in his hand, and new moves emerged one after another, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as thick as a mountain, as agile as flowing water, as weak as a flower and grass, and as hard as a stone.

The sword seems to have life in Tang Bai's hands, and the trajectory of the dance is merging with the surrounding environment, at this time the sword in his hand is the mountain, the water, the flowers and plants, and the avenue is the same end, all of which are the origin of all things, and the difference is in the way of change.

What is change?

As the Taoists say, from one life to two, from two to three, and from three to all things.

The same is true of martial arts, which change from one to one, and derive endless moves, not limited to form, not bound to style.

If the avenue is there, the heavens will appear.

I don't know how long it took, Tang Bai seemed to wake up from a dream, looking at the long sword in his hand, a little incredible.

He pointed his sword at the ground, as if it were a 'heavenly opportunity'; He waved the sword casually, and naturally, there was a faint vigor of vitality, as if it were natural, returning to its roots.

This is the manifestation of martial arts that has penetrated into the subtleties, starting from the heart, like a mirror to understand all things, which the people of the rivers and lakes call 'realm', but Tang Bai wants to call it 'heavenly machine, present'.

"Qinyin has a confidant, and he is better than the person he likes. It's a pity that you're still a child, and if you're older, maybe I'll marry you. ”

Xue Dingtian shook his head and said with a sigh.

When Tang Bai heard this, he smiled and said, "I will grow up one day, why don't you wait a few more years?"

Xue Dingtian sighed and said: "It's a pity that I'm old, when you are thirty years old, I am already an old woman, and at that time you will go to find a young and beautiful woman, and I will be unhappy, I will kill you if I am unhappy, instead of killing you at that time, why not kill you now?"

She didn't wait for Tang Bai to reply, and said: "Besides, I'm already married, my husband is by your side, if you molest his wife in front of him, he will be unhappy, and I won't be happy if he's not happy, why do you want me to be unhappy?"

Tang Bai was stunned for a moment and looked at Ye Lang beside him.

"Why are you making me unhappy?"

Xue Dingtian asked very seriously.

"So what can make you happy?"

Tang Bai smiled, he sensed that Xue Dingtian seemed to be a little perverted.

Xue Dingtian also pursed her lips and smiled, she smiled beautifully, as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring, she said: "Sometimes killing people is also a happy thing. ”

Yan Feifei couldn't help but say, "What's the joy of killing people, aren't you afraid that after you kill them, their ghosts will come to claim your life?"

Killing people is indeed unhappy, and even disturbing, Yan Feifei has often dreamed these days, dreaming that the cavalry warriors killed by her were shining with swords and rushing towards her.

Xue Dingtian couldn't help laughing and said: "They all died in my hands when they were alive, how can the ghosts dare to come, aren't they afraid that I will let their souls fly away?" She didn't wait for Yan Feifei to say more, but looked at Ye Lang and said softly: "Ye Lang, do you think I have that ability?"

Ye Lang was silent, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, he was afraid that if he said a word, he would not be able to hold back his murderous intent, he could die, but he must die after her. He turned slowly and walked towards the basement, not saying a word the whole time.

Xue Dingtian said lightly: "It's easy to kill you, outside this hill, there are eight hundred iron cavalry warriors, fifty first-class martial arts masters, and even strong bows and arrows, as long as you give an order, even if you two can fly, you can't escape my palm." But there are many kinds of killing, and the most boring thing is that the opponent has no resistance, or the power of resistance is too small, which is the same as killing chickens and pigs, there is no fun at all, why don't we make a bet and play a game?"

When Tang Bai heard this, his heart sank, and he said, "What kind of gambling method? What kind of game is it?"

"Recently, I heard that the Tang family has a fairy scripture, I didn't believe it, but there are many people who say it, I can't help but have some doubts, I can let you escape a pillar of incense first, if you can escape, everyone will be happy;

Tang Bai nodded.

Xue Dingtian was stunned, she didn't believe that there was an immortal scripture in this world. However, looking at the change in Tang Bai's expression at this time, it seems that the rumors during this time are not false, and the Tang family really has immortal scriptures.

However, are there really immortals in this world?