Early the next morning.

After Jiang Yi had breakfast, he paced slowly and came to the East Street of the town.

This is one of the liveliest streets in town.

The vegetable farmers carried the basket early in the morning, came to the street to find a place to sit down, and sold the freshly picked vegetables; Hawkers set up stalls and shout to attract customers; Business travelers move from street to street, and it seems to be extremely noisy.

On both sides of the street, gambling houses, restaurants, tea shops, as well as various jewelry stores and rouge shops have opened their doors and opened for business.

Jiang Yi crossed the long street, came to an empty open space on the street, pulled out the long knife at his waist, and slowly practiced his knife skills in the midst of the crowds coming and going.

Unlike before, this time, his knife movements were very slow, very slow. It was completely different from his previous fast and sharp sword style.

The practice of the exercises emphasizes meditation and concentration, peace of mind, and the most taboo is interference.

This is also the reason why so many great sects are established in the deep mountains and old forests, and only by isolating the noisy and chaotic chaos of the world can they better calm down and cultivate.

No one has ever practiced in the middle of the city like Jiang Yi.

The shouting of hawkers on the streets, the conversations of pedestrians, and the shouting and scolding of gambling houses in the distance are chaotic.

A person led the horse past Jiang Yi, and the horse's hooves made a crunching sound when they landed.

Ten meters away, I bought two steamed buns and was about to pay, when suddenly my hand slipped, and the copper coin fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

All kinds of voices were light or heavy, sharp or low, and they penetrated into Jiang Yi's keen ears, disturbing his peaceful state of mind, making him impetuous, and making him completely unable to calm down and concentrate on the cultivation of sword techniques.

These external disturbances are like stones falling into his heart lake, causing ripples layer by layer.

The mood is disturbed, and the movements of the knife technique naturally cannot be kept round, resulting in a trace of condensation.

Jiang Yi was not annoyed, his eyelids drooped, he maintained the state of holding Yuan Shouyi, and slowly ran the internal strength method, as if wiping dust, erasing the noisy sound around his body from his heart.

The mood slowly returned to a state of calm and quiet as a bright lake.

He re-established his starting hand and began to practice his slow, snail-like knife technique.

Draw your sword, step and slash!

It's just the simplest knife move, Jiang Yi Shi unfolded it, but it took a quarter of an hour to complete, as if the action had been slowed down a hundred times.

The reason why Jiang Yi chose to practice knives in the downtown was not for grandstanding. He is not only practicing the knife, but also practicing the heart.

Every time he swung the knife, he was slashing the noise of the outside world, and even more cutting away the distractions in his heart.

At the same time, after slowing down the speed of the knife, Jiang Yi can also more clearly grasp the slightest change in the force of every inch of his movement when he swings the knife, and the influence of his own mental emotions on the knife technique.

……

On the side of the street more than ten steps away from Jiang Yi, two vegetable farmers watched Jiang Yi's slow knife practice, and couldn't help but be very strange and whispered.

"Lao He, who is this young man?"

"I don't know, I've seen him practice there early in the morning."

"How can anyone practice such a slow knife technique? I'm afraid that this young man hasn't cultivated some evil skills and gone mad, right? ”

"Don't say it, he really looks a little like him." Vegetable farmer Lao He nodded approvingly.

A young couple with a child walked past Jiang Yi.

The child was holding a rock sugar gourd in his hand, eating with relish, and after seeing Jiang Yi's movements, he stopped and asked curiously:

"Father, mother, what is that big brother doing? Is it cultivating some divine skill? ”

The couple glanced at Jiang Yi, hurriedly pulled the child away quickly, and warned: "This is a madman, don't get close to him, be careful that he goes crazy and comes to bite you." ”

The child was frightened, and secretly turned his head to glance at Jiang Yi.

The sound was like the wind, burrowing into Jiang Yi's ears, and then disappeared without leaving a trace, leaving no trace in Jiang Yi's heart.

Time passes slowly.

The sun slowly moved from the mountains in the east to the overhead, and then slowly set in the west.

It wasn't until the sky darkened and the pedestrians on the street gradually thinned out that Jiang Yi recovered from that extremely slow, slow state.

"Whew!"

After exhaling a long breath, Jiang Yi put the knife into the sheath, walked to a restaurant not far away, and instructed Xiao Er, "Give me a table of good dishes." ”

As he spoke, he casually threw out a piece of broken silver and fell into Xiao Er's arms.

Since he had eaten something in the morning, he hadn't even drunk a sip of water for a day, and he was really a little hungry.

Xiao Er recognized him as the weirdo who practiced knives on the street today, looked at Jiang Yi's eyes were slightly weird, and habitually shouted in his mouth: "Okay." ”

After speaking, he took Jiang Yi to an empty table and sat down: "Wait a minute, the wine and food will come soon." ”

Jiang Yi nodded and did not speak.

Xiao Er noticed that Jiang Yi was acting as usual at this time, his eyes were clear, and he looked like two people when he practiced knives during the day, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim: What a strange person.

Shaking his head incomprehensibly, Xiao Er didn't bother too much, retreated, and arranged the kitchen to cook.

After waiting for a while, the meal was ready.

Jiang Yi ate silently, digesting what he had gained from a day's cultivation.

It is still a little difficult to maintain the concentration of the knife technique in the middle of the city, but Jiang Yi believes that as long as he can block all the interference, when there is only one knife technique in his mind, his strength will definitely improve a lot.

Call!

Suddenly, a gust of incense came and interrupted his musings.

A pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen years of age sat across from him, blinking her big eyes and staring at him curiously.

The chopsticks in Jiang Yi's hand paused and asked, "Girl, is there something wrong?" ”

"My name is Lin Qingzhu."

The girl smiled and said, "Since noon today, I have noticed that you have been practicing knives on the streets. Can you ask, what kind of knife technique do you practice? ”

Jiang Yi took a sip of wine and said slowly, "I haven't thought of a name yet." ”

Don't have a name in mind?

Lin Qingzhu heard the subtext, and couldn't help but sneer, his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, and he teased: "This knife technique shouldn't have been created by you, right?" ”

"That's right." Jiang Yi nodded nonchalantly.

It looks like there's nothing remarkable about creating your own knife technique.

When Lin Qingzhu saw it, he only felt that he was stupid and pitiful, and I was afraid that he didn't know how difficult it was to create his own martial arts on the rivers and lakes.

The heads of many sects and first-class masters who have practiced for decades are unable to create their own martial arts, and it is naturally even more impossible for Jiang Yi to be so young.

Lin Qingzhu shook his head and advised with some pity: "Do you know that this knife technique you created yourself is useless at all, your knife is so slow, it can't hurt people." ”

"If you don't know how to be slow, how can you be fast?"

Jiang Yi said leisurely while eating the vegetables.

When Lin Qingzhu heard this, he felt that his words seemed to be a hidden Zen mystery, and then he shook his head violently, suppressing the strange thoughts that came out of his mind: How could he believe the words of this stupid boy in front of him?

What knows how to be slow can be fast, it is obviously a crooked reason.

Lin Qingzhu didn't want to see him continue to stupidly create his own useless knife techniques, wasting his energy in vain, and kindly persuaded:

"If you really want to learn swordsmanship, you can go to my family's martial arts hall, which is on the west street, called the Tempest Martial Arts Hall. My father is the owner of the martial arts hall, and his sword skills are very powerful. ”

Jiang Yi saw that she had good intentions, but she could only shake her head "stubbornly": "No need, my sword skills have just practiced some ways, how can I give up halfway, thank you for your kindness." ”

"Hmph, if you don't know good people's hearts, you will regret it sooner or later."

Lin Qingzhu saw that he didn't listen to the advice, so he couldn't help wrinkling his nose and said angrily.

After saying that, he turned around and walked away.

Looking at her back, Jiang Yi just smiled and didn't care.

After drinking and eating, he returned to his small courtyard and began to practice internal strength.

Recently, his internal strength has improved rapidly, just like the time when he was cultivating both the Divine Illumination Sutra and the Blood Sword Sutra in the Liancheng Jue World.

In the blink of an eye, it's the next day,

The sky was faintly bright.

Jiang Yi opened his eyes, and a terrifying light flashed in his eyes, like a sharp knife, and then restrained into invisibility.