This night was filled with wind and snow......

Intoxicated in the moonlight, Honglu Valley has become unusually quiet because of the appearance of Wu Qiluo, and the gentle breeze echoes in the flowers, and the orchid is entering the nostrils with the woman's refreshing fragrance, as if the silence of the night has been magnified countless times in an instant, permeated with a peaceful atmosphere.

After agreeing to the request of the "autistic beauty", Feng Jueyu very comfortably chose to join the team to watch Wu Qiluo's sword dance, and there were only two people who admired the beauty of the sword dance, he and Sheng Junqian.

Looking at Wu Qiluo calmly holding his sword and standing in the midst of a hundred flowers, Sheng Junqian's eyes were fascinated, as if he would never be able to see enough, so that the wind killer pursed his mouth and was happy in his heart, and said secretly, as for it.

However, he didn't show it, Wu Qiluo's appearance is indeed one of the best, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a sinking fish and a goose, and a shy flower in the closed moon, coupled with her own gloomy and sad expression because of self-isolation, as if the little flaws that will inevitably appear created by God bring out his unique exquisite beauty.

Perhaps this is the reason why Sheng Junqian is favored.

Walking to the stone pier, Feng Jueyu sat down, watching Wu Qiluo calmly raise his jade onion-like palm and hold the short-bladed blade, and suddenly felt a sense of quietness.

Wu Qiluo moved slowly, and her light blue dress fluttered with the light and rhythmic lotus steps, like the fragrant butterflies busy among the flowers, dancing to their heart's content......

Her swordsmanship is not confined to the constraints of moves, but sets off the down-and-out generosity and freewheeling, which is indeed a sword dance rather than a sword practice, she integrates the sword intent into her own world, no fighting, no strength, no desire, out of the world.

The Wind Killer was amazingly conceited, but after a while, he couldn't help but be attracted by the beauty, he glanced at Sheng Junqian again, and at this moment he could somewhat understand his mood.

Such a beautiful woman should be held in the palm of her hand, even if you look at it a few more times, it is a blasphemy.

The Wind Killer was completely immersed in the artistic conception pursued by Wu Qiluo's swordsmanship, and even thought that he should light a furnace of incense at this moment, quietly watch the cigarette smoke steaming, and then smell the tranquil aroma that makes him almost drowsy, and use a pot of good tea to refresh himself, so that the whole world can become desireless and without fighting.

Sometimes, for the ultimate goal but pursuit, people will appear extraordinarily tired, at this time, relaxation is the best way, I have to say, the wind killer is now completely relaxed.

And this feeling, he hadn't found it for a long time, and tonight he completely relied on Wu Qiluo to appear, allowing himself to find unprecedented peace.

Looking at it quietly, the sword technique and sword intent are no longer important at all, the important thing is that the state of mind has reached unprecedented peace at this moment.

"Well, not bad. Just when Feng Jueyu was drunk with sword intent and his heart was floating in the sky, Sheng Junqian suddenly broke the silence.

But Feng Jueyu did not feel the slightest displeasure, and at this time a compliment appeared, which seemed to be a good embellishment.

He nodded, and his gaze returned to the sword intent: "Very good, Miss Wu's swordsmanship is the most comfortable I have ever seen." ”

"You actually use the word comfort. Sheng Junqian looked at Feng Jueyu in surprise, and then looked intoxicated again, admitting: "Yes, it's very comfortable to watch, it would be nice if it could go on like this forever." Alas......"

Sheng Junqian's tone ended helplessly, which made Feng Jieyu puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"You don't understand, I don't understand, in the door, the last thing everyone understands is the sword intent of the junior sister, everyone says, if there is really a god, the junior sister is the only one who can become a god, her sword is out of the world, but she can't continue to pursue, she longs for a breakthrough in the realm, but there is no rush for us to make progress, her cultivation has been ethereal and traceless out of continuous improvement, but God has always let her outstanding talent for martial arts stop in a helpless category, she should succeed, I feel sorry for her. ”

Sheng Junqian, who said a bunch of nonsense, continued to watch Wu Qiluo dance the sword, Feng Jueyu generally heard the hidden worries in Sheng Junqian's words, the three of them met by chance, so they no longer had to pursue their respective identities, and they couldn't even be called friends, but this experience made Feng Jueyu realize that there were some problems in Wu Qiluo's body, and these problems were likely to be innate, resulting in her cultivation not being able to Mahayana, from Sheng Junqian's words, he realized the expectations of all the people in his sect and the helplessness behind them, but in Wu Qiluo's body, he did not find regret and forcible requirements for obstacles in the process of martial arts exploration。

No desires, no desires!

This is a state of mind that very few cultivators can maintain all the time.

Rare.

If Wu Qiluo has such a state of mind and still can't ride the wind and waves, it is really the cruelty of the heavenly creation.

The Wind Killer thought a lot for a while, but at this time, he suddenly realized a problem that he had neglected.

Mood.

All along, I have been growing up in exploration, constantly seeking breakthroughs, and even getting a promotion that others can't achieve in a limited time, which is an enviable fact, and I seem to be used to the cultivation method in front of me, so that once I can't break through for a long time, I will be buoyant and dry, even if I know this truth, try to suppress it, and calm my heart, I have never been able to completely achieve no distractions.

It's a hard wound.

On the other hand, Wu Qiluo, she has no stubborn pursuit, she has always been at ease with what she encounters, the training of swordsmanship is completely inadvertently completed, and her every move and style is not understood by others, including herself, maybe even more powerful masters than herself can't understand it, but isn't this the state of mind that cultivators need to pursue?

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stood up as if he had been enlightened, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he thought about his cultivation repeatedly.

Damn, since the impermanence of life and death can't be broken through, what else is there to pursue, isn't it better to be at peace with what happens?

What kind of spiritual cave competition, do your best, whether you can succeed or not, let it be fate.

The Five Elements only need one origin to be fully familiarized, but now there is no way to find a way to find the origin space of the gold system, and if you can't find it, you have to force yourself to find it.

Idiot, Wind Feather......

You're a big idiot.

In an instant, Feng Jueyu suddenly understood.

Because of Wu Qiluo's state of mind and enlightenment, he slowly walked into the flowers, raised his head and took out the Zique Sword, and never looked at Wu Qiluo's dancing sword again, but instead danced the evil sword himself.

It is said that it is an evil sword, but now there is no shadow of the evil sword in the past, his sword suddenly became extremely erratic, every move and every style does not follow his heart, it seems that he has no intention of practicing swordsmanship but has set up all kinds of sword shadows.

The shadow of the sword is not converged, scattered but not released, and it is always coiled on the sword body intermittently, making people look as if they are not enough to breathe, but in fact, it is another endless embodiment.

At the same time as the sword bloomed, his sword was in a state of truth and falsehood, and fake and true.

And at this moment, in his mind, the light of the origin of the four systems was permeating:

The wind and sand roll up, the thick soil is boundless, the flames are burning and endless, the smoke and rain are bleak, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the green mountains are folded and the willows are broken, and the peach blossoms are everywhere......

The change of mood in an instant made him completely confuse the four origins in an unconscious state, although there was no fusion, but it was a sword after a sword that changed in thousands of ways, but willow peach shadows, a thousand traces, and in an instant, there was a storm and clouds, and the sand was raging all over the ground......

It is a very wonderful artistic conception, and Feng Jueyu can even feel that under this artistic conception, the true vitality is transforming towards the spiritual power for no reason.

The next moment, Feng Jueyu suddenly sobered up, could it be said that in order to reach the Divine Dao Realm, it was necessary to completely transform the True Yuan Qi into spiritual power?

This question made Feng Jueyu extremely crazy, but this kind of madness directly led to the complete collapse of the artistic conception that was finally realized because of Wu Qiluo's state of mind.

Next, Feng Jueyu didn't know how his sword should dance.

He stopped abruptly, a trace of bitterness flashed at the corner of his mouth, desperately trying to remember how he felt before, but he couldn't find a way.

By the way, there is also Wu Qiluo.

Feng Jueyu, who suddenly woke up, really didn't want to let that wonderful artistic conception go away from him, and hurriedly pinned all his hopes on the woman who came unexpectedly.

It was only when he looked up that Feng Jueyu realized that Wu Qiluo had stopped dancing his sword and stared at him tightly with a trace of doubt and strangeness.

Although they had met twice before and after, Feng Jueyu knew that this autistic beauty would never look at him like this, and even he felt that Wu Qiluo would not look at anyone except Sheng Junqian, and her look was just to say hello to each other at the moment of meeting.

And at this time, Sheng Junqian also stood up, his expression was much richer than Wu Qiluo's, and he opened his mouth wide as if he had seen something incredible, looking at himself from afar......

The two of them didn't move, they just looked at it directly, and they were embarrassed to look at Feng Jueyu.

He scratched his head, looking ashamed, he consciously stole the other party's cultivation state of mind and became unsure of what to do, and hurriedly accompanied: "I'm sorry, on a whim, I'll ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Sheng Junqian ask over there, "Brother Feng, what kind of sword technique are you using?"

"Swordsmanship?" If he was sober, Feng Jueyu would definitely tell Sheng Junqian that it was an evil sword, but now he was not sure, because he didn't know what the sword move he had just danced in his mind because of his enlightenment.

"I'm ...... I don't know. He replied incoherently, and by the way, he said with a gesture of accompaniment: "I just saw Miss Wu dancing with a sword, and I danced two moves at will, and I really don't know what kind of swordsmanship she danced......

"Desireless realm?" Sheng Junqian gasped even more in shock, and looked at Wu Qiluo as if he was verifying.

And Wu Qiluo, for the first time, nodded with a solemn expression.

PS: This chapter has been written for nearly 5 hours, and I found that writing books is getting slower and slower, and I am pursuing a state more.