In an unusually lush bamboo forest, the man in white stood in front of the shining green bamboo with a sword. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His sword was a very snow-white sword named White Jade.

There aren't too many patterns and decorations, it's just a famous sword that kills.

A sword gathered all the edges in his heart, and swayed his sword qi towards the innocent bamboo forest.

He was able to swing out the physical sword qi with a powerful internal force!

This is not the terrifying realm of Neigang, after hundreds of years of evolution, the cultivation method of internal force has long been different, where can you still cultivate the terrifying materialized internal force.

"Ten years of sword practice, this is the only way for every strong swordsman. ”

"It's not the sword that is practiced, the state is practiced. In the hands of the strong, even a leaf can cut steel. And the famous sword in the hands of the weak is dusty and has no power. ”

"I've been practicing swords for ten years, and with the strength of ordinary people, I can only cut off a lone bamboo. And that blue-clothed young man, with the power of an ordinary person, can make the sword qi spread all over the entire street in the blink of an eye, killing people without seeing blood!"

A piece of bamboo fell in front of him, which shows that the boy in white has been trying his sword for a long time and has been working hard. But in the end, he sighed to himself, frightened by the powerful sword skills of the blue-clothed boy.

"What a gap...... Wait!"

The boy in white suddenly remembered the strange remarks told by the elders when he was learning internal strength.

His sect is much stronger than the secular gangs that compete for power and profit, and never intervenes in disputes or seeks profit. The faction survives on the worship under the mountain, but it is also quite nourishing and pure.

But not intervening in secular rights means that the benefits obtained are scarce, so his sect has very few people, and it can be described as rare.

The turbidity of the world, said to be the turbidity of the world, but in fact it is a warning, the living environment is more like a fairyland, and most of them have developed a character of indifference to fame and fortune.

And his white feather is one of the representative figures, and the blood in his heart is not extinguished, but the way is natural.

So much so that when he saw the so-called massacre, he was only a little unhappy in his heart, and he could still wait and see what happened.

His mind drifted to the moment of entry, the moment of wandering and loneliness.

He is an orphan, so to put it simply, the disciples who are starting are all orphans, and they are all very talented in martial arts.

After the wind and rain, the sun is falling.

The young child was led by the hand of the old man and walked step by step into the mountains.

"Grandpa, where are we going?"

"In the turbid world, you will live in the turbid world in the future. ”

"What is the Turbidity World, and why am I going here?"

"The turbidity world is not a place, it is a sect. It's not that I want you to go to the turbid world, but that you have nowhere else to go. ”

"Woo woo, where is Daddy, I'm looking for them!"

"They're gone forever, and you're alone. ”

I still remember a conversation, so he followed him into the turbidity gate when he was a child.

The turbidity gate is a real fairyland, the scenery is extremely beautiful, and it often flows with fragrance. There are often fruits hanging on the trees, which are sweet and sour, and children like to climb the trees to pick fruits and eat them.

Living quietly, the young children grew up, learned to read and write, and learned to play chess and the piano......

Finally, he began to practice martial arts, first with a wooden sword, with a wooden sword day after day, and practiced swordsmanship according to the movements formulated by the old man. It wasn't until the wooden sword could enter the wood for three points, and after changing the ninety-nine eighty-one, this initial sword practice ended.

This realm is called the sword test, and it is just a matter of stretching the body by being familiar with the weapon, but a sword can directly take the life of a mortal.

Then he switched to an iron sword, which was heavy but he could swing it.

This time, it was still necessary to slash constantly, but instead of slashing the air, it became slashing the stake.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and he is sixteen years old.

From chopping stakes, to chopping leaves, and becoming butterflies, flowers and birds, in the end, it was to practice with the old man.

He slashed the sword in the old man's hand with a single sword.

The old man was silent for a while, and said, "Yuzi ......"

"You have reached the realm of sword cultivation in the heart, and you no longer need the old slave to teach you. ”

"It's time for you to bow down to the Elders!"

Bai Yuzi was stunned, after all, the old man was just a guide, but he couldn't be compared with the elders and hall masters in the door.

"Yuzi, let's take another sword. ”

Facing the old man's words, Bai Yuzi was a little puzzled, isn't it still the same sword?

But he didn't hesitate, a sword was swung, and everything in his heart existed for this sword.

Katz.

His sword broke, and he didn't feel the slightest vibration in his hand.

"When you practice swords, you practice the heart, not the sword. ”

"What we practice in the turbid world is not the sword, but the state. In the hands of the strong, even a leaf can cut steel. And the famous sword in the hands of the weak is dusty and has no power. ”

The old man led him to the hall and told him that this was the place where the elders taught martial arts, and each elder told different martial arts and truths. And what he needs is internal strength, and only by refining internal strength can he be considered to have a state.

He thought that the state was the internal force.

When March came, he entered the lecture hall, only to find that there was no one, only him.

But the elders above the high hall had been waiting for a long time, and the elders were dressed in white and extremely young. Seeing that he was coming, he flicked his sleeves and sat him down, and said:

"Yuzi, I've been waiting for you for a long time! Our sect has a small number of people, but we also happen to teach students according to their aptitude, so don't wonder why there is no one. If you have any questions, you can come one by one, and the teacher will definitely answer them for you. ”

Bai Yuzi often thought of the old man cutting off his long sword with a sword, and he was puzzled, so he replied: "Thank you, Elder, the student just has a question that cannot be answered for many days. ”

And said. ”

"A few days ago, I had a sword competition with the old man of Yindao, and I cut off his long sword with a sword, and the old man said that I had reached the point of refining my heart. ”

"But I fought the old man again, and the result was the opposite, it turned out to be the silent breaking of my long sword, and the cut was so smooth that I didn't feel any impact. ”

The student didn't know why the same sword match had such a different result. What does it mean that the old man said, 'practicing' the sword is 'refining' the heart?"

The white-clothed elder became more and more surprised, and when Bai Yuzi finished speaking, he burst out laughing.

Bai Yuzi was puzzled and said, "Elder, did Yuzi say anything ridiculous?"

"No, no, no, I'm really happy with Yuzi's luck, and there is only one person who can say such profound and straightforward words. That is the last generation of the sect master of our Turbid World Sect...... Our Turbidity World used to be the Turbidity World Sect, but now it has not become an ordinary sect, which has a great deal to do with our incompetence. The Sect Master is the only master who has seen through the essence, and it is a great honor to be taught by him. "The white-clothed elder has a superb demeanor, but he just sighs, but he is like the general trend of heaven and earth, and he understands all kinds of beings.

Bai Yuzi muttered, "This ...... But didn't the old man say he couldn't teach me anymore?"

"Zongzhi, the core foundation also. He has taught you everything, and you have taken a different path. ”

"In the ancient mysteries, there is no internal force in martial arts, but there are people who break steel and flowers and plants into soldiers. It's not about internal force, it's just about state. ”

"The state, the heart, too. ”

"I think you have experienced ten years of sword training, and now you have no distractions in your sword heart, and your whole body is concentrated!"

"This is Kenshin, a state of using a sword, and even with an unopened iron sword, it can be cut off when fighting a sword. Without internal force, it is a peerless martial art as early as possible, and if you have internal strength, it is like a tiger with wings, with the unparalleled momentum in the world. ”

The white-clothed elder was shocked inexplicably, but he told Bai Yuzi a rumor of a martial arts genius.

"You should have often heard that the innate sword heart body is the strongest physique for sword practice. In fact, there is not much mystery in this, this kind of person can enter a state of absolute concentration as long as he touches the sword......"

"It is equivalent to omitting ten years of hard work, this is the existence that is truly favored by heaven and earth!"

"All the distracting thoughts in the heart of a person born with a sword heart can disappear when he holds the sword, and he will become a master of swordsmanship with a sword. ”

"And even if most people practice swords for fifty years and one hundred years, they often can't enter the realm of refining their minds......"

"You are new to the sword heart, but the sect master has already completed the sword heart, after the sect master uses the sword heart, you will naturally be completely defeated!"

Bai Yuzi opened his eyes and smiled bitterly: "Entering a state of absolute concentration is actually the intention of practicing swords for ten years, as long as you have this state, you can see through all the enemy's movements, and no one can stop you under a sword." ”

"But I've been practicing swords for fifteen years now, but I can only cut off this lonely bamboo with a wooden sword, and I can only wield my sword qi with all my strength with an iron sword......"

The young man in blue kept smiling when he killed, but there was no emotion in his eyes. If you think about it carefully, could it be that this is the body of the sword heart? With the sword so terrifying, the mortal body extends the sword qi to fifty meters away, this is really too terrifying, except for the legendary sword heart body that is rare to see in a hundred years, there seems to be no other explanation!"

Bai Yuzi shook his head, he had been hidden in his body for a long time, and he had long been rushed out of his body by the suppressed boiling internal force.

Boom, the tangible sword qi rippled out, and the breadth of coverage was extraordinary.

Like frosty white jade, the bamboo and white feathers seem to be connected with a faint white jade color.

The bamboos are cracked inch by inch, and all the bamboos within ten meters are broken from the middle to the top and bottom, and each section is exactly the same neat, as if it was cut after measuring with a measuring scale.

Sword qi, this is the unique power of the swordsman in the world, relying on the understanding of power and the state of the sword heart, you can directly swing the sword qi. It is even stronger and more terrifying than the internal sword qi.

In fact, the hardness of lone bamboo is comparable to steel, and its toughness is more difficult than steel!

The swordsman's swordsmanship is at its peak.

............

The figure of the young man in blue flickered, but he appeared by a big river out of thin air, and the river rolled and the waves flowed, shooting heroic notes.

But the young man in blue seemed to be a different person, a little serious, and the smile on the corner of his mouth no longer appeared deliberately.

"Ethereal?"

"Let the Lord God be unhappy and erase it. ”

"You really don't have any feelings at all, don't you have the slightest waver in killing a life?"

"The name of the ethereal means the feeling of the ethereal, and the ethereal has no such thing as emotion. ”

Midsummer was a little distracted: "...... I'm really convinced. ”

"The main god is actually not affected by mortal emotions anymore, at least the main god was actually angry at that time, but it was me who acted. Ethereal continued.

Midsummer shook his head and said, "Although I'm angry, I'm not going to kill." But it's true that this is shackled by the memories of his past life...... In my previous life, I was a good citizen, a good boy. ”

"I'm less motivated, but I never get into trouble!"

"It's a pity, trouble always comes to mess with me, born with the aura of the protagonist, but without the luck of the protagonist. ”

"It just so happens that the birth of the world requires a lot of souls, so let's kill it. "Midsummer said a little indifferently.

Midsummer didn't feel ethereal killing, but just asked out of hypocrisy in his heart...... He couldn't bear to even have a fish killed.

Right now?

Death is a disgusting thing to watch, but there are no mood swings.

After he arranged his eyeliner to the entire Guzhou, he came to Mingzhou, originally just to see the customs of Mingzhou, and by the way, he arranged the transfer station to expand the realm of the main god.

Who knew that the various situations in Mingzhou along the way opened his eyes, although the standard of living was better, but the idiot has not been lacking.

The people of that family are really corrupt, every city has this kind of existence, and the ethereal spirit has long been unknown to how many people have been killed, and today is just one of them!

As for those fools, Midsummer could only shake his head helplessly.

A person who is physically and mentally ruined, even if he dies, he will not care. This kind of person has no potential for development, and his thinking has been completely confined to this corner.

No matter how much they cried, they couldn't see any trace of life in the middle of summer, so they naturally ignored their killing.

In the words of the man in white, this is the real weakling, the weak who can never turn over.

Since I have regarded myself as garbage and weakling, it is really embarrassing to treat them as human beings.

The river flows, and the turbid waves are emptied.

The scene of the great river rolling east makes the midsummer can't help but open my heart, and the gloom of the past few days has disappeared.

In the middle of summer, there was a long roar, facing the river, as if he was about to throw himself into the river.

"I didn't expect it, I met a big fish when I first came to Mingzhou, the hidden turbidity gate, haha!"

The sound of Midsummer obviously didn't spread deliberately, but it was clearly audible in the mortal world, and I couldn't help but look at it.

Many people in the distance showed shocked faces, although suicide is very common here, but every time I see it, I can't help but be surprised, how can there be such a stupid person in the world, hurt himself, and can't think of suicide.

No one tried to dissuade them, and no one continued to pay attention.

In a big boat on the river, there are lanterns and calligraphy and paintings. On the deck, there is a red carpet, and there is a table of eight immortals, in which the beauties and handsome men walk through it, talking about poetry and painting can be described as elegant.

"Miss, is there something mysterious about this bamboo forest? Why do you stare at it for a long time?"

The speaker was a young girl dressed in green, and she was born extremely handsome, a rare beauty. But since I think it's from a noble family, it's not difficult to understand some of the postures.

But her owner was very amazing, dressed in purple, elegant and beautiful. Its posture is graceful and charming, but it is inviolable, and there are a pair of gentle eyes under the long eyelashes.

She was born with a face that captivated the country and the city, but she became famous in Mingdu by virtue of her talent, and she was the object of countless junjie's pursuit.

A trace of complicated color flashed in Dongfang Shuiyue's black and white pupils: "Lan'er, by the bamboo forest...... Is there anyone?"