Feng Yechang naturally didn't think that his uncle used to be such a heroic figure, and even his mother was brought up by this uncle. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it weren't for the accident more than ten years ago, the reputation of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion would be known to everyone in the Diyuan Continent, and Ye Ruoxuan's name would be known to the world.

Such a hero of the world, but he gave up on himself, lived in this deserted courtyard, and didn't know how to spend this long time.

Today, because of the arrival of the long wind and night, this decadent powerhouse suddenly melted the ice and snow, and the whole person also revealed a trace of smart vitality.

Seeing the giant jumping on the boulder, Feng Yechang also started a dragon step, and hurriedly followed it with a step of more than ten zhang.

Seeing the light steps of the long wind and night, Ye Pavilion Lord was so knowledgeable that he naturally recognized it. He secretly said in his heart: "This is Long Tengbu, it seems that my nephew must have an extraordinary adventure." ”

"This dragon step is the unique skill of the national teacher of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom, is it-" Thinking of this, the Ye Pavilion Lord not only showed a little ecstasy.

"The wind is long, you look here". Pointing to the strange stone, only a small half of the sword body was exposed, a dark sword-like thing like a burning stick.

"This is the treasure. As long as you can pull it out, use it! Ye Pavilion Lord said with a smile.

"Is this a treasure?" The wind and night are long and secretly playing drums, and this thing in front of me is really inconspicuous.

On the top of the black boulder, a strange piece of metal as black as ink was exposed, and if you carefully distinguished, this thing was really in the shape of a sword, which seemed to be inserted in this boulder, and what was exposed was only a small half of the sword body.

Aside from the black, uneven shape, the handle has changed a little in thickness, so that it has the appearance of some sword handles.

The so-called blade is even more outrageous, only slightly flattened, although I don't know what the part inserted into the strange stone looks like, only the exposed part, this black strange rod has absolutely nothing to do with the sword, but more like a long mace or a long whip.

The material of this black sword is even more bizarre, like a stone, and like a black scrap of metal that has not been purified.

If such a weapon is taken out, it is indeed inconspicuous, it is simply an "outlier" among the soldiers, and it is a little more pleasing to the eye than to find a stick.

"Disappointed, aren't you?" As if knowing what he was thinking, Pavilion Lord Ye asked softly.

"Nope! That's just right. He said no, but in Feng Yechang's tone, there was inevitably a sense of disappointment.

"Don't be preconceived and take things by appearance. It is important to know that what is seen in the eyes of everything in this matter is not necessarily true, and what is exposed outside is not necessarily inside. For cultivators, external things are useless, and the first thing is to cultivate the body and strengthen the mind. Ye Pavilion Lord's eyes were full of anticipation, and he couldn't help but speak out.

"Turning the outside into the inside, training the body and strengthening the heart." Feng Yechang savored his uncle's words, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to grasp the handle of the sword, and pulled it out hard.

"Huh?!" Although he didn't use all his strength, but Feng Yechang casually used a thousand catties of strength, but this sword didn't seem to feel anything, and it didn't move at all.

After calming down, Feng Yechang spread his feet apart, put his hands together, and held the sword body together to exert force again, and the strength of more than 3,000 catties still did not let the black sword move at all.

"Those who use swords must have sword heart and sword intent, and if you draw a sword like you, this is pulling out a tree, no matter how much strength you exert yourself, I am afraid you will never be able to pull it out." Ye Pavilion Lord couldn't help but hint when he saw that the wind and night were long, and he couldn't help but prompt.

"Sword Heart, Sword Intent!"

At this moment, Feng Yechang deeply realized the extraordinaryness of the black sword in front of him, and the original contempt was gone.

Feng Yechang first closed his eyes, calmed down, and removed many distracting thoughts in his mind. Secretly in the sea of knowledge in the mind, I thought about the meaning of "sword heart, sword intent".

Feng Yechang said secretly, he had not practiced swordsmanship, and the foundation of the sword did not have any experience and common sense except for the basic swordsmanship that was still in Xiao Ming's space.

This sword heart and sword intent, should it be from the question "What is a sword?" Why use a sword? What do these two questions begin with? Combing through the guess answers that were still in the maki, Feng Yechang vaguely had some realizations.

Kenshin, asking about the purpose of using the sword; Sword intent, asking is the method of using the sword. The way to use the sword that I am pursuing lies in cultivating myself with a sword and controlling the sword with my body; The method of using the sword does not seek to be ever-changing, but only to seek the origin of the sword and lay a solid foundation.

Maybe one day, the sword is me, I am the sword, I don't distinguish between the sword, and I may eventually come out of a sword path of my own. Thinking of this, Feng Yechang's eyes lit up, he held the hilt of the sword, and recalled and deduced several sword styles on the basic swordsmanship in his memory one by one, striving to find out the connection with the sword intent of the sword heart from several basic changes.

The five sword style diagrams recorded in the basic swordsmanship have long been deeply rooted in Feng Yechang's mind, and at this moment, they are deduced, from slow to fast, from static to moving, and then Feng Yechang has entered a chaotic state that is half asleep and half awake.

"Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, this little guy has entered a state of epiphany, which is really gratifying." With a look of satisfaction in his eyes, the Ye Pavilion Lord dodged down from the strange stone and sat down at the pavilion next to the pond, waiting quietly.

A few simple sword styles hovering in his mind kept flashing quickly in Feng Yechang's mind, becoming faster and faster, more and more familiar, and the endless changes in sword styles made Feng Yechang suddenly have an impulse in his heart, just wanting to hold a peerless divine weapon, and fight according to the few sword styles in his heart to be happy.

This impulse gradually controlled Feng Yechang's whole body and controlled Feng Yechang's thoughts, making him unconsciously reach out and swing hard, and a majestic sword aura rose up with that strange black sword breaking through the air.

Drawing the sword, stabbing the sword, latticing the sword, chopping the sword, leading the sword, these five basic sword styles, in the hands of the wind night chief are like a swordsman, the sword intent is endless, and the sword energy between the hands is vertical and horizontal, I saw that he danced faster and faster, and the more he danced, the more he danced, the more he danced, the more he danced, so that the wind night chief couldn't help but shout: "Happy, happy!" ”

There was a quiet ordinary courtyard in the center of Longkou Town, and at the moment when the majestic sword qi broke through the air, an old man who was lying leisurely on a rocking chair with his eyes closed and recuperated suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, with crystal tears flashing in his eyes: "Ke Yao, that kid picked up your sword again, did you see it?" ”

This old man is none other than the kind old man who gets up early every day and waits on the street to watch the young people in the town walk into the community yard for morning exercises, and is known as "Liang Lao".

Looking at the young man in front of him who waved the black sword weapon into a cloud of light and shadow, Ye Ge Lord's eyes were already full of tears, and he muttered to himself: "Sister, Feng Ye has grown up, he has really grown up." ”

After dancing for an hour, with a shout full of energy, Feng Yechang woke up from the artistic conception, and looked down to see that the long shirt had been soaked with sweat.

At this moment, Feng Yechang only felt comfortable, and the harvest of this swordsmanship could be described as an endless aftertaste, and he looked down at the black sword in his hand again, but saw that in the black sword body, there was a faint flash of colorful brilliance, and there seemed to be a voice that was also happily echoing the pleasure of Feng Yechang.

"Its name is Bladeless." The Ye Pavilion Lord calmed down his excitement, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up, and said to Feng Yechang.

"No Blade!" The wind night chief whispered. I felt that my hand suddenly sank, and with a "dang bang", the black sword fell to the ground.

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