There are not too many complicated moves in the Infinite Way, only the ultimate mystery - your sword is my sword.

"The so-called, my sword, that is, your sword." Master Yi stuck the long sword on the ground and grabbed it into the air, and the weathered long sword condensed in his palm.

"It's the sword to the extreme, and nothing can't be a sword?" Chen Senran looked at the long sword in Master Yi's hand, and remembered the messy theories in martial arts novels that he had read when he was bored in the last world.

Master Yi was stunned for a moment, and nodded seriously: "I didn't expect that you, without a teacher, are self-taught." This is a subtle statement. ”

"Now, follow me." Master Yi walked quickly to the waterfall and raised the long sword in his hand, "Perception, friend and foe, first of all, perception, nature." ”

Master Yi's emerald green sword was put into the waterfall, and the water splashed, but there was no touch, and when every splash of water was about to touch the sword, the sword would move at a slight angle, and you could hardly detect the movement of the sword without careful observation.

"This is, the first step." Master Yi opened his eyes, put away his long sword, and patted Chen Senran on the shoulder, "Work hard, young man, time, it's not much." ”

Chen Senran nodded, and handed the wooden sword in his hand to the waterfall, which was different from the previous physical training, but to extend his spiritual power to the wooden sword, the difficulty and the consumption of spiritual power increased exponentially.

At first, Chen Senran couldn't avoid a trace of water splashes at all, although he could sense the flow of those water splashes, but Chen Senran didn't have any way to deal with them at all, even if he avoided a trace of them, he would still be touched by the surging water splashes from other angles.

Chen Senran tried to communicate with the surrounding splashes like he had fused before, but with a wooden sword, the transmission of spiritual power would be extremely long, and it seemed that it was necessary to smelt a sword that belonged to him, at least in terms of the transmission and consumption of spiritual power.

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Regarding the training to avoid splashes, Chen Senran used up all his time.

To Master Yi's surprise, Chen Senran made a breakthrough again, as if condensing the water splash on the surface of his body, Chen Senran condensed every splash around the wooden sword, and then let them slide freely, although this is very mentally exhausting, and can only last about half a magic hour at a time, but this has to be said to be another progress of the Wuji Dao.

"Very well, I, already, no, what, worthy, teach, yours, too." Master Yi smiled, and the mustache under his forehead trembled with extreme joy. It made little Anne want to pull his beard again.

Master Yi dodged Little Annie's claws with a bit of a headache, and he was silent for a moment, "Perhaps, you, now, feel that this, at all, is useless." But, you have to believe, this, is, the seed, that there will be, one day, it, will, grow, cover, cover, tree. ”

Chen Senran naturally understands this truth, in fact, he does not have the slightest doubt about Master Yi's training, this is completely taught, he taught Chen Senran the most important things, it is not a gorgeous trick, but about control, creation and integration. This should almost be the origin of the worldly realm.

I have to say that Master Yi is a qualified teacher.

"Originally, I was, could, go on, Professor, yours." Master Yi sighed and looked to the far north, "But, I, and, fate. ”

"In, parting, before, and me, drink, drink, bar." Master Yi never knew where to go, and took out a bag of wine.

"Summoner, tavern, best of all, wine, heart of fire." Master Yi opened the lid of the wine, and a smell of wine like fire rushed to the end of his nose, "Legend has it that it is, barbarians, warriors, before going on an expedition, drinking, means, courage, and, determination to die." ”

When Chen Senran was a killer in the last world, he could be regarded as having tasted all the fine wines in the world, but he had never smelled such strong wine, it was simply a flame, just smelling it, it had already burned his lungs.

Little Anne was choked and sneezed, and tears couldn't stop flowing, "It's so hot." Little Lori shrank behind Chen Senran with a crying voice.

Master Yi himself took a big sip first, as if he were drinking boiled water, only the scorching breath from his mouth exposed the ferocity of the wine.

"Drink." At this time, Master Yi seemed to be possessed by the barbarians of the Freljord Plateau, and boldly patted his inconspicuous chest muscles, and handed the liquor to Chen Senran.

Chen Senran didn't speak, took the wine bag in Master Yi's hand, and took a big sip. The fierce liquor burned like a flame from his throat directly into his lungs, only to turn into a cool air and rush up again after a moment, leaving only a warm feeling flowing through his chest.

Chen Senran exhaled a scorching breath and held the wine bag high. At this time, the sun is about to set, the two men drink spirits, no one speaks, and something like fire is burning with the sunset.

"Young man, I, will be, gone." Master Yi glanced at the sunset that was about to set, and took out a scroll from his arms, "This is, I, life, summary, hope, will be useful to you." ”

Master Yi handed the scroll to Chen Senran, retrieved the spirits, and then he patted Chen Senran on the shoulder, like the sustenance of his elders, and like the farewell of his comrades before going to the battlefield.

"Inheritance, the way of infinity."

After saying this, he began to walk in the direction of the setting sun.

Chen Senran watched this man of unknown age strolling along the blood-red path, only the shadow reflected by his emerald green sword was with him, and he suddenly felt so lonely.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

"Revenge."

Chen Senran was silent for a while, not knowing what to say, which reminded him of a killer under his own in the past, that night, he was going to assassinate a certain dignitary in the desert country, and the other party's protective power was ten times more than what he could bear, but he could only go. Chen Senran invited him to drink the best wine, played with the most beautiful woman in Paris, and then sent him on a private jet, and before parting, he said, "Don't die." ”

So, he said, "Don't die." ”

Master Yi didn't look back, just waved his hand. This man who has been together for three months, and who is too familiar with him, disappeared into the distance like this. He's going to rush to a grand death.

The mountain breeze blew in the evening, and only little Anne vaguely heard Chen Senran shouting in a low voice: "Teacher." ”

It's night.

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It's a bit busy today, and I didn't have time to update, so it's compensation.

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