Chapter 4 Zixiao Divine Sword Presents Ling Quan
"The old man was taken advantage of by Xiaoxiao back then, although he finally beheaded the traitor under the sword, but this skill had to suppress the injuries in his body at all times, and he was not allowed to act rashly. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"
The old man in gray fell into his memories and spoke slowly.
"For so many years, I can't use my internal strength, and I've been thinking about how to fight the enemy. For 30 years, I have been thinking hard about kendo to the extreme. In the end, based on the stunt sword art of this sect, this heart sword was created. ”
The old man in gray didn't wait for Mo Lingquan to answer, and continued.
"The art of sword play in this sect is different from other martial arts, and it requires extremely high mental strength, just like this chess game. ”
The old man in gray said the highest secret of the sword art of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
"And the method of the heart sword is to empty the body and mind when facing the enemy, feel all the changes around you with your heart, and capture every detail and change of the opponent, so as to anticipate the enemy's opportunity. Feel free to do what you want. Where the mind goes, the sword is the result, this is the highest state of the heart sword. ”
The gray-clothed old man looked at the thoughtful Mo Lingquan with a serious face.
He knew that these were too difficult for Mo Lingquan, after all, if he hadn't been able to use his internal strength because he had suppressed the strange poison in his body at all times, how could he spend thirty years meditating on the ultimate in swordsmanship.
"Sword fighting... Heart Sword..."
Mo Lingquan frowned and repeated in a low voice.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, anticipating the enemy's opportunity, isn't "Taishang Breaking the Delusion Xuandian" claiming that after condensing the moon wheel, he can anticipate the enemy's opportunity? In this way, isn't this heart sword method tailor-made for himself
"Thank you seniors for your advice, juniors understand!"
After figuring out this joint, Mo Lingquan looked at the gray-clothed old man with a grateful face. When he was competing with the old man just now, he didn't believe that the power of the moon radiated a subtle perception of everything around him, and that kind of celestial and human induction in the dark. This is exactly contrary to what the old man in gray said.
"Well..."
The old man in gray frowned slightly, displeased. His mind sword theory is contrary to the way of sword fighting, and it took him more than ten years to understand it.
"Zheng..."
The gray-clothed old man suddenly made a move, and stabbed towards Mo Lingquan with a sword.
Although it failed to use its internal strength, the sword was extremely fast, leaving no room for it. It's rare to have a younger person who looks good, but he is so arrogant, he wants to teach Mo Lingquan a lesson.
"Zheng..."
The gray-clothed old man had a look of surprise on his face, his sword was actually touched by the three-foot Qingfeng in Mo Lingquan's hand, even if it interfered with his moves.
"Are you really enlightened?"
The old man in gray put away his sword and stood.
"It's not a thorough understanding, the younger generation's mental power is different from ordinary people since childhood. Therefore, there is a sense in the dark. I didn't understand it before, and I have been suppressing this intuition, and the younger generation has always thought that the biggest difficulty in the way of sword fighting is to overcome the throbbing in my heart. ”
Mo Lingquan explained that after all, the "Taishang Broken Delusion Classics" and "Taixu True Scriptures" are the secret texts of the Guiyuan Guanzhen School, and he also promised the Guan Master not to explain it to outsiders.
"I see!"
The old man in gray looked stunned.
"This Zixiao Divine Sword will be given to you, you can go back! After March, when you have practiced the basic sword style purely, I will teach you the moves. ”
The gray-clothed old man frowned suddenly, then stretched out, and handed the Zixiao Divine Sword in his hand to Mo Lingquan. Since Providence is like this, why should I be persistent?
"Thank you seniors! The younger generations will certainly live up to the teachings of their predecessors and strive to become a heart sword as soon as possible. ”
Mo Lingquan respectfully took the purple wooden sword, and suddenly felt a mighty aura attack, and the wooden sword let out a slight low groan.
This sword is actually made of Zixiao Thunder Wood, where this wood grows, it must be baptized by thunder all year round, the hardness is comparable to the meteorite iron outside the sky, and the flexibility is comparable to the green bamboo, which is a rare thing. Before, Mo Lingquan was only a legend, and he couldn't imagine that there was such a thing in the world.
"Remember, the cultivation of the Heart Sword must be gradual and must not be rushed. ”
The old man in gray spoke again.
"Younger generations remember. ”
Mo Lingquan looked serious.
"Finally, having no distractions is the best state of mind for cultivating the Heart Sword, you go!
After the old man in gray finished speaking, he closed his eyes and sat up quietly, ignoring him no more.
Mo Lingquan nodded, saluted respectfully to the gray-clothed old man, and then turned to leave.
Walking on the path of the valley, Mo Lingquan still recalled the words of the old man in gray.
Because he was thinking about things, he walked very slowly and aimlessly.
"Waste... Why don't you stay here and do it? Don't you want to break into the Sword Tower?"
Mo Lingquan was immersed in chaotic thoughts, and unconsciously passed by the Yijian Tower, and happened to meet Tang Ziqian, who had just finished breaking through the Yijian Tower.
Tang Ziqian looked at Mo Lingquan with disdain on his shoulders with his hands, and sneered in his heart, a waste dared to calculate himself.
"Get out of the way!
Mo Lingquan's face was calm.
"A bastard who will only hide behind a woman!"
Tang Ziqian smiled suddenly, and no longer had that senseless verbal dispute with Mo Lingquan.
"Today, three months later, see you in the sword fighting arena!"
The corners of Mo Lingquan's mouth turned up slightly, seemingly careless, but it was actually the result of careful consideration.
"Okay! In three months, some people don't want to be turtles!"
Tang Ziqian arched his hand at Mo Lingquan with a smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile, waiting for this sentence, he had been waiting for a long time.
Mo Lingquan didn't pay attention to Tang Ziqian, who looked complacent, what he needed most now was a quiet place to practice his sword.
Tang Ziqian had long been surprised by Mo Lingquan's disregard for himself, if the other party was not like this, he would still feel strange, would there be a conspiracy.
"Ding..."
A long jade voice remembered, interrupting Mo Lingquan's cultivation.
He put away his sword and stood, his brows furrowed slightly, no one should come at this time period, who could it be.
"Senior Sister Meng, you came, and you didn't give notice in advance, I'll pick you up. ”
Looking at Meng Yanran, who was standing quietly at the mouth of the valley, the dissatisfaction in Mo Lingquan's heart disappeared.
"Senior Brother Mo, did you agree to compete with Senior Brother Tang in the sword fighting arena?"
Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan anxiously.
"Yes!"
Mo Lingquan looked at Meng Yanran with a smile on his face and confirmed.
"You... Senior Brother Tang is all acquired, do you know it!"
Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan eagerly.
"I know! Thank you for your concern!"
Knowing Meng Yanran's intention, Mo Lingquan was quite moved in his heart.
"I know that you still promised to compete with Senior Brother Tang in the sword fighting arena? ”
Meng Yanran grabbed Mo Lingquan's hand and was about to walk out.
"Senior Sister Dream!"
"I know you're good to me, and I don't think I'm going to lose. ”
Mo Lingquan broke away from Meng Yanran's hand, looked at her with a serious face, and said slowly.
"You... What an elm pimple!"
Meng Yanran stomped her foot and walked away quickly.
Looking at the back of Meng Yanran leaving, Mo Lingquan let out a long sigh, although he was not completely sure of the competition after three months. But as a man, he has his own dignity.
Three months passed quickly. These days, Mo Lingquan meditates and cultivates the "Xuanyi Jue" every night to accumulate internal strength, and practices the basic sword style during the day.
What made Mo Lingquan depressed was that after washing the muscles and marrow of the "Taixu True Sutra", the shackles on his body seemed to be broken all at once, and the six senses could easily be integrated with this piece of heaven and earth.
At the same time, the meridians are also wide and tenacious, and the consequence is that it becomes extremely difficult to open up the tricks of the whole body, and the barriers of the tricks are even thicker, which is really a blessing and a curse.
If what makes him happy is that the method of the heart sword handed over to him by the old man in gray can be described as a thousand miles in a day. He believed that if he only talked about swordsmanship, the younger generation of the Hidden Sword Pavilion would be able to rank among the top three.
This was the result of using only the basic eighteen-style sword style, and the "Seven Killing Sword Technique" in his mind was also carefully studied by him. As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing the other side can win all battles.
During this period, Mo Lingquan also went to the library several times. However, the old man in gray is long gone, but the person who guards the pavilion has been replaced by a middle-aged man. He didn't know where the old man in gray was, only that the pavilion master had sent him to guard the library.
This made Mo Lingquan, who was used to saluting the gray-clothed old man before entering the library every time, very uncomfortable for a while, and finally stopped going to the library pavilion at all, anyway, the books in the group collection were already almost seen by him.