On this day of cultivating the third style, Zhuang Xun seemed to have fallen into a wonderful and delirious state, his behavior could not help himself, and even his words and smiles were far from before, as if he was crazy, but he had the last trace of clarity in his heart, and the reason for this situation was that the sword move was really wonderful, unguardable, like medicine and wine, and looked ordinary, but after falling into it, it would make a person become like this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info please search and see the most complete! update the fastest novel

Although the demeanor is strange, Zhuang Xun has a deeper insight into the swordsmanship, these three styles of personal meaning is very heavy, very heavy, it seems that if you want to learn this sword thoroughly, you must be like the person who created this sword from beginning to end.

At the beginning, Zhuang Xun has always been able to control it, always in his own room, but the more he goes to the back of the swordsmanship, the more he feels like a bird and a butterfly, unrestrained, if it is not the only last trace of clarity to control, I don't know what will happen.

However, after practicing like this for about three days, Zhuang Xun also found that he did not make the slightest progress, standing still, just like a set stage, he was carefree on this stage again and again, but the more this was the case, the more the sorrow in his heart became bigger and bigger, until finally, he suddenly felt that this swordsmanship was tasteless, and his heart was extremely empty.

These bad emotions continued to accumulate, and for a moment, Zhuang Xun was disgusted with the sword, and even wanted to throw away the long sword in his hand for a while!

This thought is like a dragon bell ringing in his ears, ringing in his heart, how can such a thought appear? This kind of thought cannot be in his mind at all.

Abandoning the sword is naturally absolutely impossible for him.

After sobering up, Zhuang Xun wanted to give up learning this move almost instantly, because this sword move was really a little weird, and it would make him have the idea of giving up swordsmanship.

"It wasn't like this at the beginning, but later, when I couldn't move any further, when I was in the same place all the time, the idea of wanting to abandon the sword gradually appeared, why did this happen?"

"It is estimated that because I have been insisting on the last trace of clarity, so that I can't completely enter the state of that sword, the two conflict with each other, and they are getting more and more intense, so in the end, there is a sudden surge of thoughts that I want to abandon and not practice. ”

In this case, it seems that he is indeed going to take some risks to practice, and completely enter this sword, and enter that somewhat crazy state, it is estimated that this state is the most turbulent emotion in the heart of the person who created this sword, so this sword has a very heavy personal meaning. But I don't know what will happen after this, whether it's power or myself. ”

"Looks like we have to try. ”

At this time, it was already the fourth day of his cultivation of this sword, except for the first day when he woke up to some things, the next few days were nothing, and even he felt that he wanted to abandon the sword, so he felt that he could not hold it like this anymore, and he was bound to take some risks!

He didn't practice directly, but closed the doors and windows tightly, he didn't know what it would be like to enter that state completely, whether he would be able to wake up, whether he would be able to sink all the time, he didn't know these things.

However, there seemed to be an impulse in his heart that prompted him to do this, to comprehend this sword technique, and he did not think that he must succeed in his mind, but was really curious about this sword technique.

After that, he slowly entered the state that he had been wandering in the past few days.

This time, his whole body was completely relaxed, and the last trace of clarity was completely abandoned by him, which was quite a bit of a sense that he would not be crazy and could not live.

And in the same way, this time, he had a different experience of Wujian.

When he opened his eyes, it was like a dream, and the heavens and the earth were dark, but it was not as dark as the end of the world, but as dark as the heavens and the earth before the storm.

And he himself was in a threshing floor.

This threshing field is very easy to see in the ordinary world, and when the crops are ripe, this place will be opened for the ordinary people to dry rice.

At this time, because of the impending storm, the rice here was completely harvested, but he saw a young man practicing swords in the barn.

The young man's face was dark, but he had a sense of perseverance, meticulously practicing his own sword, and did not find Zhuang Xun who was also in the threshing floor.

Zhuang Xun also didn't bother him, but quietly watched from the sidelines.

It's just that what makes him strange is that there are occasional pauses in the middle of this young man's sword practice, and every time he pauses, there will be a whirlwind blowing in the barn, a whirlwind with a chill.

After the boy paused, he would speak to the air, as if he were talking to himself, as if he were talking to someone.

Moreover, not only that, Zhuang Xun occasionally heard some silver bell-like laughter.

Zhuang Xun, who couldn't help but wonder, stepped forward and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

The young man glanced at Zhuang Xun and did not answer, but practiced his sword again.

Zhuang Xun saw that he didn't want to deal with himself, and he didn't have the heart to entangle, but went to some people's houses and asked.

"That kid is already crazy, learning swords from a female ghost, you must not go near him!"

This answer was the answer that Zhuang Xun got when he asked some people in the grain field later, and everyone said that the boy had fallen into a demon, was entangled by ghosts, and was learning swords with female ghosts, and in the end he would definitely die in Huangquan.

However, Zhuang Xun felt that things were not so simple, because the swordsmanship that the young man danced was quite similar to the swordsmanship he had practiced in the past few days, but now he had entered this unknown world with all his body and mind, and he didn't know when he would wake up, and he didn't know if he would be able to wake up, these were not something he could control.

Then, Zhuang Xun returned to the barn and continued to watch the young man practicing his sword.

At first, the young man didn't seem to care that Zhuang Xun was watching him practice his sword, but after seeing Zhuang Xun watch for a long time, he stopped his sword and shouted to Zhuang Xun: "Do you want to practice together?"

Zhuang Xun was surprised, then nodded slightly, signaling that he could practice swords together.

"Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you. At this time, the young man said an inexplicable word to Zhuang Xun again.

After Zhuang Xun heard this, he just nodded slightly, but for some reason, he still felt a little hairy in his heart.

Then he followed the boy and danced his sword on the threshing floor.

And at this moment, he also heard the voice of the female ghost talking, the voice was like crying, but it was tactful and ethereal, like a silver bell.

It's just strange that from beginning to end, Zhuang Xun didn't understand what he was saying, as if he was whispering, and as if he was singing.

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