"Qin Ping" fell into the familiar darkness again, and I don't know if it was because he was already familiar with it, or because of the improvement caused by this period of training, he was no longer as frightened as before, and he no longer doubted his existence, but his thinking was clearer.

"Qin Ping" began to recall and consolidate everything in this dream world, carefully remembering every detail, savoring every move and style of the two masters in the dream world, until the light appeared, the boundless darkness quickly subsided, and one of his floating bodies began to feel like falling.

Qin Ping's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the cold and rough walls of the secret room appeared in his eyes.

"You have been in the dream world for a month, and you have been able to break through the momentum oppression with your own sword intent without relying on cultivation, and the results are okay. Qin Ping's voice sounded in his ears, and "Qin Ping" was suddenly stunned when he looked at him.

Qin Ping looked at his facial expression and smiled slightly, "Don't you still feel strange when you see your appearance appear on other people's faces?"

"Qin Ping" closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and shook his head, before slowly clearing his thoughts, "I subconsciously thought I was Qin Ping." "Qin Ping" had an embarrassed look on his face.

"That's good, it's important for our future plans, but it's not necessarily a good thing for you, you have to keep reminding yourself that you have another identity, otherwise it will be difficult for you to get out of my identity after a long time. This is a test of your willpower, and it is not easy to wrestle with your subconscious. Qin Ping pushed a cup of tea in front of "Qin Ping".

"Qin Ping" nodded slightly at Qin Ping, a pale smile appeared on his face, "I will work hard to overcome it, this problem will never be more difficult than a life-and-death struggle." ”

"Qin Ping" then reached out and picked up the cup, the lid of the cup caressed the tea noodles, but did not drink the tea, but stared at the wall in front of him with his eyes, there was no focus in his eyes, sometimes frowning and sometimes stretching, but the time to frown is still more than the time to stretch. "Qin Ping" fell into contemplation like this.

Qin Ping was drinking tea on the side, looking at the state of "Qin Ping", he was not in a hurry, returning to reality from the dream world, ordinary people would fall into a short-term confusion of thinking, and "Qin Ping" had experienced a self-transformation, and now it is not easy to find the balance of self-self, and it is not easy to maintain normal thoughts.

Maybe even "Qin Ping" himself didn't realize that when he spoke to Qin Ping just now, his tone was not as respectful as before, and he also overcame his inferiority complex a little and became confident. Whether these personality changes are good or bad things will not be seen in a short time, only waiting time will give an answer.

"Qin Ping" slowly withdrew his divergent gaze, lowered his head and stared at the teacup in his hand, sighed softly, and put the teacup back on the table, "Brother Qin, what is the sword intent?"

Qin Ping was a little surprised this time, it was not difficult for a person with sword intent to be able to separate a part of his god to maintain normal thinking, but it was not easy to get out of or sort out the entanglement of his own self so quickly, and even notice other concrete problems.

The tenacity of "Qin Ping's" willpower and the firmness of his heart are not trivial. Seeing the slight and knowing, Qin Ping felt more and more that his cultivation of Chu Yu was a correct decision.

"Sword intent is your understanding of your own sword, is the soul of your swordsmanship, if the sword qi is a soldier, then the sword intent is a general, can gather all the sword qi. Whether there is sword intent or not means that your sword has no soul, and no matter how much sword qi there is without a soul, it is just a rabble. Qin Ping also put down the teacup in his hand and looked at "Qin Ping".

"Everyone's sword intent is different, which means that they are suitable for different sword techniques, do you remember the last time, the second master's move?" Qin Ping calmly stared at "Qin Ping's" eyes.

"I remember. That move seems to be stagnant, but it has a domineering meaning like thunder, there is no subtle sword move to speak of, but it is extremely powerful. "Qin Ping" talked about the sword, and there was more brilliance in his eyes.

"Yes, the second master's sword intent is biased towards the middle and domineering, not as dexterous as you. This also means that his path is different from yours, you see that his sword is more than strong but not flexible, and your sword is more flexible and more fierce and lacking, if you want to go further, you must enrich your own sword intent and make up for the fierceness. Qin Ping's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop.

"Brother Qin, is it a heavier change in lightness and spirit, or is it a fierce and powerful first?" Qin Ping's brows were still furrowed, and there was no tendency to stretch out.

"The sword intent is not high, you are only fierce, you can also give birth to a lotus step by step, and ride the dust on the way of the sword, but this is only for the way of the sword, it is different for the person who holds the sword, it is easy to break if it is too rigid, and it is weak if it is changed. Qin Ping didn't give a standard answer.

Seeing that "Qin Ping" began to fall into contemplation again, Qin Ping also knew that this could not be solved in a moment, so he got up directly, "You just stay here, I'll go and see Yao Jianzhi's situation." ”

"Qin Ping's" reaction was slightly slower by half a beat, but after hearing it, he immediately got up, "Brother Qin walks slowly." "Qin Ping" clasped his hands into fists and bowed.

Qin Ping stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the secret room, and Meng Li, who had been waiting by the door, immediately reacted, bowed and walked two steps in the direction of Qin Ping, with an unusually flattering smile on his face, "Lord, what do you command?"

Qin Ping glanced back at "Qin Ping" in the room, "In the future, when you face Chu Yu who replaces me, you must do everything as if you were me, do you understand?" Qin Ping's voice was calm and low, and Meng Li's eyes jumped.

"Understood!" Meng Li bowed and lowered his head, not knowing what his expression was.

"You still stay here with him, he should be in a mess now, you just don't disturb him to think on his own. I'm going to see what happened to Yao Jianzhi. After Qin Ping finished speaking, he stepped forward and no longer looked at Meng Li.

"Slow down, lord!" Meng Li bowed and saluted, until Qin Ping's footsteps gradually disappeared into the long secret passage in front of him, Meng Li slowly straightened his body again, and looked straight in the direction of the secret passage, and there was no sadness or joy on his face, but he turned around and entered the secret room, and gently closed the door of the secret room.