"The meaning of the knife, when the knife is tangible, called the knife meaning is tangible, before you come out of the knife, you did not perceive the artistic conception, not to mention the artistic conception of the flowers, that is, the artistic conception of the flower, you also did not perceive, the natural knife is as plain as water. ”

Nie Wushuang slashed out of thin air, and a knife fell.

"No, this is not the artistic conception, you are a fantasy, this move is not an established move, where does the blade start, where does it fall, and there is no particular attention, once the artistic conception is formed, the knife is not up and the artistic conception is born, the knife is not to the meaning of Mr. ...... Hey, young man, since you have chosen this pot of wine among the flowers, you must experience and understand the past and present life of a pot of wine among the flowers; there are thousands of kinds of flowers alone, and each flower has a different appearance, representing different artistic conceptions, there are flowers like spring, flowers are like needles, flowers are charming, flowers are charming, flowers are simple, and the knife realm is simple......"

For four days and four nights, Nie Wushuang was fascinated by this trick under the teaching of the little fat man, and the more he learned, the more he felt that this trick was really full of meaning, and then he had long forgotten the time and doubts, he just kept thinking and figuring out the artistic conception of this move.

In the early morning of the fifth day, Nie Wushuang's Demon Knife slashed out, and the little fat man shook his head: "Except for the little feeling you had at the beginning, there has been no progress in the past four days, you can feel more and understand, the artistic conception of this knife skill is indeed elusive, think about it, how did you feel that trace of flame rules in the flameless fire at that time?"

Nie Wushuang said strangely: "This has something to do with the Flame Rule?"

The little fat man said: "It doesn't matter, but the different paths are the same, they are all a kind of rules between heaven and earth, but the perception is different, if it weren't for the thought that you have felt the flame rule, I won't tell you these seven knife skills at all, to master this knife skill, for the rules of heaven and earth, you must have a trace of understanding, ponder more." ”

Nie Wushuang tried hard to recall his original contemplation of the flames and fireworks in the flameless fire, and then slashed the demon sword.

The little fat man shook his head: "It's still not right, don't deviate, this knife skill mainly relies on the perception and understanding of the artistic conception, rather than the pure rules of heaven and earth." Just a pot of wine between the flowers, the first flower word, there are thousands of kinds, between your thoughts, a thought of life, a thought and death, what you think of is the other side of the flower or peony flower, the flower is different than the situation, what you think is when the flower blooms or when the flower falls, the artistic conception is different. Therefore, although there is only one move, there are thousands of artistic conceptions in it. Hey, you better feel it, I have to rest and rest, now my soul body consumes too long, it will be greatly affected, you first understand, I will rest for a while. But I don't guarantee that I'll sink into the repair soul at any time, and if I do, you don't have to call me, it's useless to shout, I'll be there when I need me. ”

The little fat man said that he would rest and rest, leaving Nie Wushuang to feel his own.

After tens of thousands of swords slashed out, Nie Wushuang still had no way to slash out the artistic conception in the sword technique, and he found that this so-called artistic conception was a little similar to when he first comprehended the rules of flames, that is, both of them were confined to a certain space. The fireworks burst out, and in one space, the power would not go beyond that space. And every time he slashes out now, it seems that he is also limited to a certain range of space.

Refining his sword skills until the early morning of the eighth day, Nie Wushuang's eyes were closed, and he kept feeling the artistic conception of the flower in the stone house.

Hula!

The knife slashes from top to bottom.

I saw that when the knife qi was rolling, the petals were flooding and tumbling in the knife qi.

Nie Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "It's done!"

The voice of the little fat man came: "Young man, your knife is just tangible and insubstantial, it is a false realm; a real pot of wine among the flowers, it is impossible to have petals in the knife qi, the knife qi is split, just the most ordinary chop, in the eyes of outsiders, this knife is no different from your chopping of vegetables, chopping wood, only the person who fights with you understands, this knife, is to bring the opponent into your artistic conception." ”

Nie Wushuang said dejectedly: "Hey, in this way, it still doesn't work." ”

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a sound, the wooden door opened, and Bu Yanyun stood at the door with an angry face, looking at Nie Wushuang, his eyes were shining with tears, and he muttered in his mouth: "Nie Wushuang." ”

Nie Wushuang was comprehending the sword intent, and suddenly saw Bu Yanyun, what kind of knife intent, and the artistic conception was suddenly left behind by him, at this time, he had a strange expression on his face, and shouted in a low voice to Bu Yanyun: "Senior Sister Bu." ”

Bu Yanyun suddenly roared angrily: "I'm not your Senior Sister Bu!Nie Wushuang, tell me, aren't you?"

Nie Wushuang nodded, threw the Demon Suppression Knife, pulled over a stool, and said, "Step Master...... You...... You come in and sit down, and I'll tell you slowly. ”

Bu Yanyun's eyes were full of anger and said, "You say, I'll listen." ”

Nie Wushuang looked at the smoke and clouds and did not move, sighed, and said, "Your master has entered the Demon Sect, and I ...... it."

Bu Yanyun suddenly laughed, with tears in his laughter: "Sure enough, Senior Brother Mo is right, I have been wanting to ask you for the past few days, why did you kill my master." Senior Brother Mo said, the way of cultivation, life and death, there is always a reason, he said that you can sit in the position of the deputy hall master today, it is to step on our master's corpse, I didn't believe it at first, I have been waiting for you to give me an explanation, but what about you? Yesterday I insisted on coming to you, Senior Brother Mo said, if I come to you, you will naturally have a word of shirk; I said you will not, Senior Brother Mo said, as long as I come, you Nie Wushuang will definitely tell me that my master has entered the demon clan and colluded with the demon clan and so on. Haha, Senior Brother Mo really said it right...... Nie Wushuang, I misjudged you. ”

I really didn't know how to explain it for a while, looking at Bu Yanyun, Nie Wushuang was shocked and speechless, at a loss, stunned and stupid.

Bu Yanyun pointed at Nie Wushuang and shouted: "Nie Wushuang, you kill my master, from today on, you and I will be enemies of life and death!" After speaking, Bu Yanyun suddenly turned around and slammed the door, leaving Nie Wushuang who was stunned on the spot, and said to himself dejectedly: "Senior Sister Bu, Senior Sister ...... Bu"

When Bu Yanyun asked just now, Nie Wushuang wanted to shake his head and deny it, but how could he deny it? He Qingshan was indeed killed by his own hands, and when Fu Xuesong announced that he was the master of the Fu hall, he was indeed on the basis of his merit for killing He Qingshan, so how could he deny Bu Yanyun's problem? At this moment, he recalled what Fu Xuesong had said in the house a few days ago, if he knew that he could be promoted to deputy hall master by killing He Qingshan, would he still kill him?

In the past eight days, Nie Wushuang has been warning himself not to think about the things between him and Mo Qingyu a few days ago for the time being, sinking himself into cultivation, and cultivating well, but he didn't expect that when he really saw Bu Yanyun, the deeply buried thoughts in his heart were all turned out at this moment, and they kept rolling in his heart, and these thoughts included views on the cultivation realm, views on life and death, views on Mo Qingyu, and views on Bu Yanyun......

Suddenly, Nie Wushuang picked up the Demon Suppression Knife on the ground, dragged the long knife, slowly held the knife across his chest, and then slowly slashed into the air.

At this moment, Nie Wushuang felt that the whole room seemed to have turned into a flower, a twin flower, the upper part of the long flower stem, two petals suddenly bloomed, above the petals, one was bewitching and dazzling, the other was decaying and withering, under the competition of the two flowers, a damp fragrance instantly filled the whole room, between the petals, it seemed that a man and a woman, the same root, the same stem, intertwined with each other, snuggled against each other; when the flowers bloomed, the two flowers fought endlessly.

The pupils in Nie Wushuang's eyes continued to contract, the appearance of the twin flowers in his eyes became clearer and clearer, Nie Wushuang's body kept trembling, and he had a twin flower in his mind, two flowers were gorgeous, one peanut, one flower died.

Part never to meet again!

The long knife in Nie Wu's hands slashed down, a burst of life, and a dead breath roared out from the blade at the same time, slashing down, and a twin flower fell to the ground.

"One business, one death, the artistic conception of life and death, yin and yang. Well, that's a little bit interesting. The little fat man said indifferently above Nie Wushuang's sea of knowledge.