Entering the depths of the green forest, the sunlight was covered by the branches and leaves, and the forest leaves saw a grave, a grave without a tombstone.

The dwarf grave bag is about the knee of a person.

"There's the sword you want." Looking at the tomb bag, Sun Bai suddenly knelt down, kowtowed three times, and turned to Lin Ye and said.

"This!?" Hearing Sun Bai's words, Lin Ye hesitated slightly.

"This is what belongs to you, but I keep it for you." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Bai sighed and said.

"What do you mean?" With a twitch in his heart, Lin Ye said strangely.

"In this world, except for his descendants, who are surnamed Lin Mingye and can use Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship, I don't think there will be anyone else, you are the same as your ancestors, amazing and gorgeous." As if reminiscing, after a moment of silence, Sun Bai let out a long sigh, and Sun Bai looked at Lin Ye and said.

"What did you say!" Hearing Sun Bai's words, a fine light flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

"In the past, your ancestor Lin Ye once saved my life, and this sword was asked by him to be kept by me and asked me to hand it over to his descendants." Sun Bai looked at Lin Ye and said.

"Sue me, what ancestors, what descendants!" Full of shock, Lin Ye hurried towards Sun Bai.

I came from the shattered void of the world of the Condor Shooting, where will there be any ancestors, where will there be any descendants?

"More than seventy years ago, your ancestor once saved my life, he is Lin Ye who fought with Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, not only the name, but even the appearance is exactly the same as you, after the battle with Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, he once instructed me that if I meet someone exactly like him in the future, I will hand over the things in this grave to him." Sun Bai looked at Lin Ye and said slowly, but he was also a little strange, why did Lin Ye have such a big reaction.

"What about others?" Looking at Sun Bai, Lin Ye said slowly, and at the same time had an amazing guess in his heart.

"I don't know." Shaking his head, Sun Bai continued: "After handing me these things back then, he suddenly disappeared, and I have not given up looking for them for the past seventy years, until you appeared. ”

Listening to Sun Bai's words, Lin Ye also knew that he couldn't ask for much useful information, and at that moment, Lin Ye slowly dug up this grave under Sun Bai's gaze.

I saw a cyan sword in the middle of the mound, and a pale blue book with no name.

Picking up the sword, Lin Ye suddenly had a strange feeling, every pore in his body seemed to be excited, and his blood seemed to be boiling.

It's a very strange feeling, I can't put it into words, I can only feel it.

The sword was unsheathed, and the sword light waved, as if it was his own arm, a feeling of blood connection.

If he didn't even look at it with his eyes, Lin Ye didn't know that he still had a sword in his hand.

It's as if this sword was meant to be in your hands.

On the left and right sides of the hilt of the sword, Lin Ye saw two words, which were his name.

Gently stroking, Lin Ye was like stroking **, and his right hand gently slashed across the cold sword body.

After a long time, Lin Ye squatted down, put his original accessories into the grave, buried them again, and finally bowed three times.

"What you do now is the same as what your ancestor did back then, after he buried this sword, he also bowed down three times in a row." Sun Bai said with some embarrassment.

"Thank you!" Looking at Sun Bai, Lin Ye said sincerely.

"What is there to be thankful for, this is what I owe." Sun Bai chuckled, the fire in the dry tobacco pipe in his hand had been extinguished, he shook slightly, and looked at Lin Ye and said slowly.

Although this is the case, Lin Ye can't help but admire, he doesn't respect Sun Bai, an agreement that will not change for seventy years, isn't this still respectful?

"Your injuries are almost healed, and my debts have been paid, cherish them." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Bai coughed lightly, and then without waiting for Lin Ye to speak, the figure had already left in an instant, diving into the green dense forest.

Staying in place, Lin Ye stared at the direction of Sun Bai's departure, sighed slightly after a long time, and then lowered his head to look at the blue book.

It's not so much a book as two or three pieces of paper.

Turning the first page, I saw a sentence written on it.

"The sword is the person, that is, the heart, if you want to learn the sword, you should learn the heart, and the heart is not right, and the sword is not right."

This is the basis of kendo.

Then Lin Ye turned the second page, and there were three names written on it: Ximen Blowing Snow and Xie Xiaofeng, and after these two names, there were three black dots,

Seeing the first two names, Lin Ye couldn't help but be shocked.

For that speculation, he probably went to Xie Xiaofeng's time, and then he left, and he was the one who fought Xie Xiaofeng in the past.

And I can also say that I did not travel through the plane, but through time.

As for the third name, Lin Ye was at a loss, and Lin Ye also had an idea about his own encounter.

But it was just a guess, although Lin Ye believed that this guess was already the correct answer.

But even if it's the answer, what can you do?

It's not something you can control at all.

Then turn to the third page, the last one.

There was just a sentence written on it.

"A sword gives birth to ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords belong to one sword, there is only one sword in the world, its big is enough to be in all directions, and small can also enter the dust, there is no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, but into the kendo hall, no sword without me, the sword and I forget to enter the right track."

As soon as the words came into his eyes, Lin Ye only felt as if a skylight had been opened in his heart.

One sword can derive ten thousand swords, and ten thousand swords are the evolution of that sword, and all the breaking methods are in one sword.

Isn't this the same as Xie Xiaofeng's sword?

Sword, what exactly?

The human heart, the spirit, the life, or the mere sword?

The long sword was unsheathed and swung wantonly.

The wind blows, and the branches and leaves on the treetops sway gently.

The sword moves are sometimes subtle and unusual, and sometimes chaotic.

The simple dance, the clearer the heart.

At the same time, the afterimage of Xie Xiaofeng in Lin Ye's heart became more transparent than before.

Xie Xiaofeng's sword path is nature, so his sword moves are as unpredictable as nature.

One sword turns into ten thousand swords, this is Xie Xiaofeng's sword path.

If you can't understand this truth, then there is absolutely no way to break Xie Xiaofeng's sword.

The sword was still waving, and it seemed that all the qiē in the outside world had disappeared.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the heartbeat, at this moment, Lin Ye seemed to see the end of heaven and earth.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

Unintentionally, the internal force in Lin Ye's body also accompanied by the sword dance, and began to grow slowly, which was different from the rapid growth.

The internal force in Lin Ye's body is like a stream flowing slowly.

The improvement of steady dìng, the growth of steady dìng.

Martial arts, sword paths, and sword paths, all the ways in this world are originally one road.

Enter the Tao with martial arts, enter the Tao with the Tao, and enter the Tao with the sword.

And the next step of no sword and no self, sword and I forget, it is like Zen Buddhism, under the whole world, everything is almost the same, and the same is true of swordsmanship.

Sincerity, sincerity.

Extreme affection, extreme sword.

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