Night Wind glanced at Ling Hu Chong with a little surprise and said, "I didn't expect your Dugu Nine Sword to reach this point. With that, he put the sword on the stone table next to him, sat down, picked up the tea, and took a sip.

"Sit down and say. ”

After Linghu Chong sat down, he made him a cup of tea before saying: "The artistic conception is different from the Tao, if it is said to clarify the goal of your sword practice, then the artistic conception is the experience of the sword itself when you practice the sword." ”

Seeing that Ling Hu Chong still looked uncertain, Ye Feng thought for a while and said: "Generally speaking, in fact, each set of swordsmanship has his unique artistic conception, just like the Huashan swordsmanship of our Huashan faction, the sword intent of Huashan swordsmanship is taken from the word "strange and dangerous" in Xiyue Huashan. The infinite scenery of Huashan is in the word strange and dangerous. Strange and dangerous often reflect each other with beauty, so Huashan swordsmanship is strange and beautiful, lofty and peerless, and the moves are full of the artistic conception of winning in danger and danger, just like the trick of Baiyun Xiu. ”

"If you practice according to the swordsmanship, it may be very fast, and you will be silent under the attack intentionally or unintentionally, but if you add the unique artistic conception of this move, then the speed of this move should be ethereal and unintentional, and it will not give people a chance to react at all, and it is impossible to prevent it, just like this. ”

As soon as the words fell, a sword light flashed out of thin air, and before Ling Hu Chong could react, the long sword had already appeared on his neck, and Ling Hu Chong looked at the night wind with stunned eyes, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

Originally, he thought that he had reached the pinnacle realm, and he was not too far from the night wind, even if he was not an opponent, he could pass a few moves, but now it seems that the gap between him and the night wind has not only not narrowed, but is getting bigger and bigger.

"Great. Senior brother, the move you used just now was "Baiyun Out of Xiu"?" Ling Hu Chong asked in disbelief.

Bai Yun's move, it can be said that all the disciples of Huashan are very familiar with it, after all, it is only a move in Huashan's swordsmanship, but why is it so elusive and mysterious in the hands of Night Wind, even he can't see the posture and speed of Night Wind's move.

Ye Feng didn't answer, took back the sword, but picked up the teacup and blew it gently, took a sip of tea and said: "Of course, in fact, each set of swordsmanship has its own swordsmanship conception, it depends on how you comprehend it." ”

Ling Hu Chong didn't ask, but his eyes were lost for a while, and he couldn't help but recall the trick "Baiyun Out of Xiu" used by the night wind just now, and the more he thought about it, the more unfathomable he felt, as if it was not the same as the Huashan sword technique he practiced.

The ethereal instability between the moves, the lightning-fast sword moves were no less than the Dugu Nine Swords, which made him a little suspicious, was this still the basic sword technique of Huashan? Could it not be the sword technique created by the senior brother himself.

But thinking about it, the night wind also lied about this matter, so he couldn't help but stand up and re-practice the Huashan swordsmanship in the courtyard, with the white clouds out of Xiu", "There is a phoenix to come", "The heavenly squire hangs upside down", "White rainbow through the sun", "Cangsong welcomes guests", "Golden geese cross the sky", "Boundless falling wood", "Green Mountains are faint", "Gu Bai Sensen", "Bells and drums are ringing", "Xiao Shi rides the dragon", "The breeze sends cool" A move unfolds.

In his mind, he kept recalling the feeling when the night wind made a move, and slowly his swordsmanship changed, as if there was obviously such an unfinished feeling in the swordsmanship, but he couldn't show it all the time.

Over and over again, Ling Hu Chong kept performing Huashan swordsmanship, he wanted to find the feeling of doing whatever he wanted, but he always felt that it was just a little bit, the more he practiced, the more awkward he felt, and slowly he felt a burst of depression in his chest, as if there was this depressed air tightly pressing on his chest.

Night Wind didn't care about it at first, after all, the sword intent was not so easy to comprehend, and he naturally knew the existence of the sword intent when he had an epiphany, and then comprehended it.

But gradually, he found out that something was wrong, and his face suddenly became solemn, and Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship slowly became fierce, not only did he not have the strangeness and danger of the Huashan swordsmanship at the beginning, but he was more fierce and aggressive.

The night breeze put down the teacup, his body was like a breeze, and he disappeared in a flash, and appeared next to the stone table in a blink of an eye, he didn't know when he had already taken a jade flute in his hand, his eyes were slightly closed, his mind was preventing, and he played the jade flute.

A gust of wind blew, and in the courtyard there was a melodious and ethereal sound of the flute, the whiteness of the fog, the purity of the water, and the sound of the flute seemed to come from the fairy song of the blue sky.

Sandwiched with the breath of the ice spring, it suddenly advanced like the waves of the sea, suddenly like snowflakes flying, suddenly like a whirlwind in the canyon, sharply upward, suddenly like the Milky Way flowing quietly in the middle of the night......

At this time, Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship began to be messy, a trace of paleness flashed on his handsome face, and a slight redness appeared in his eyes, and he was about to go mad, Xiao Sheng sounded, Ling Hu Chong was stunned, his eyes flashed a trace of clarity, and then he closed his eyes and slowly immersed himself in Xiao Sheng.

The long sword in his hand began to swing again, accompanied by the ups and downs of Xiao Sheng, the swordsmanship slowly became like flowing water, swaying freely, there was no fixed move, but it still carried the shadow of Huashan swordsmanship.

The sound of the flute gradually has the occasional pearl and jade jumping in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sound gradually increases, first such as the splash of the spring, and then like a group of flowers competing for beauty, the flowers are clustered, and there is a bird language between them, and they are singing to me.

Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship also began to become violent with the change of Xiao Sheng, and the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, ethereal, and the artistic conception of Huashan's swordsmanship was vividly and vividly exerted.

The sound of the flute is clear, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low again, although extremely low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible.

As Xiao Sheng gradually deepened, it slowly disappeared into the sky.

Ling Hu Chong finally had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and as the last move, "Cool Breeze", a bleak sword intent rose into the sky, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard.

Night Wind smiled, ignoring Ling Hu Chong's sword intent, put down the jade flute, sat down at the stone table again, picked up the teacup and began to drink, the faint bitterness melted in his mouth, and then a fragrance came, making his heart more calm.

Since Jian Yi Xiaocheng, he has become more and more fond of tea, perhaps because he can experience the flavors of life in the bitterness of tea, both bitter and sweet. Buddha can wash the heart, tea can cleanse nature. There is sweetness in bitterness, bitterness in sweetness, bitterness before sweetness, and the same is true in life.

After a long time, Ling Hu Chong withdrew the sword intent, opened his eyes, and the two sword intents loomed in his eyes, and he experienced it carefully for a while, and then he hugged his fist gratefully to the night breeze and said: "Senior brother, thank you." ”

Only after comprehending the sword intent, did he understand how much the words of the senior brother just now helped him, and also understood that in fact, there is no specific statement of the sword intent, a person is a person's understanding, if you want to comprehend your own sword intent, you must first understand the artistic conception of your own swordsmanship.

If you can't even comprehend the artistic conception in your own swordsmanship, how can you talk about finding your own sword intent?

"Sit. Night Wind smiled faintly and said: "Actually, it is beyond my expectation that you can comprehend the artistic conception of loneliness and defeat, but if you want to get out of your sword intent in the future, you must integrate into nature when practicing the sword." ”

Ling Hu Chong sat down again and listened carefully to the words of the night wind.

"In fact, there is no specific shortcut to sword intent, just as what you are good at is the Dugu Nine Swords, so after understanding the artistic conception of swordsmanship, you can naturally have the power of Dugu's artistic conception of seeking defeat, although it can enhance your own realm and exert almost ten percent of the power of swordsmanship, but it will hinder your own sword intent in the future. ”

"Just like Uncle Fengtai, it took nearly thirty years to ask for the influence of Dugu's predecessors and find his own sword intent to advance to the peerless realm. ”

"Senior brother, I understand, but after all, I am only at the beginning of the peak now, and I am still far from the peerless realm, so let's talk about it then, I think it is a blessing to be able to comprehend the artistic conception of Dugu's predecessor now. Linghu rushed to be content, of course, he also understood that not everyone was as demonic as the night wind, and he comprehended his own sword intent when he was a teenager.

Night Wind shook his head and said: "Second junior brother, everything is predetermined, and everything is predetermined, although you have comprehended the artistic conception of your predecessors, you still have to prepare early, after all, only the sword intent that suits you is the key to the peak of martial arts." ”

Ling Hu Chong said indifferently: "Forget it, I have only comprehended the artistic conception of Dugu's predecessors now, and I don't know what year or month I want to feel my own sword intent, so it is better to take my time." ”

Seeing that Ling Hu Chong didn't care, Night Wind didn't say any more, after all, the road was taken by himself, and he couldn't force his thoughts to be on others.

Linghu Chong had been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, and he was already thirsty, so he picked up the tea from the teacup and drank it all, frowning slightly: "Senior brother, how come you are like Uncle Fengtai, you like to drink tea, how can you drink tea as refreshing." ”

Yefeng didn't pay attention to Ling Hu Chong's complaints, but picked up the teacup, gently stroked the tea leaves with the tea lid, and took a sip and said: "Second junior brother, in fact, drinking tea is like tasting all kinds of life, although it is bitter, it is sweet and fragrant afterward, and the aftertaste is endless." In fact, you should drink less alcohol and more tea. ”

Ling Hu Chong said with a palpitating look: "Don't, senior brother, you don't know me, if I quit drinking, it would be better to kill me, and to be honest, I can't get used to drinking tea, so forget it." ”

Night Wind looked at Ling Hu Chong's appearance, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Actually, I couldn't get used to drinking at first, but now it's indispensable, after all, when I drink tea, my heart can calm down, which is still very good for us martial arts practitioners." ”

Ling Hu Chong said with a look of disbelief: "Senior brother, don't lie to me, drinking tea can still be associated with martial arts?"

Night Wind nodded and said: "What's the benefit of lying to you and me, in fact, after practicing martial arts has reached a certain realm, it is time to practice the mind, how can it be possible to reflect on oneself if the mind is not quiet?

Ling Hu Chong nodded in agreement, and said thoughtfully: "It seems that I must try it in the future, but this is too embarrassing." Then the voice changed, and he smiled wryly.

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