"Weiyang Sword Sutra!? This is the supreme method of not cultivating Qi Sea Yuan Qi?"

Xiao Yu looked at the long silk in his hand almost reverently.

Xiao Jushi's words are not right. Lao Dao smiled.

Xiao Yu turned around when he heard this, and said to Lao Dao again: "What do you mean by this?"

Lao Dao stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "The reason why Xiao Jushi said this is because the sage Da had this wonderful method thousands of years ago, which opened up a new path of cultivation for countless people later, and it is not wrong to call it the supreme method." ”

"That's not right?" Xiao Yu asked.

Lao Dao looked at the long silk in Xiao Yu's hand and said, "It's not right to say this, because this method is difficult to cultivate." ”

"Is this method difficult to cultivate?" Xiao Yu was stunned.

"Yes, yes. Lao Dao nodded slightly: "The saint is selfless, how can the preaching be self-cherishing? But this method has been lost for thousands of years." Even though the conditions for practicing this method are harsh, how can people who have not had great perseverance practice for thousands of years? However, none of them have succeeded, which shows that it is not easy to practice this method. Therefore, whether Xiao Jushi can cultivate this method depends on your fate. ”

After listening to Lao Dao's words, Xiao Yu smiled bitterly in his heart, sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world, if it is really a supreme method, how can Lao Dao and his own non-relatives give it to him? It seems that this Weiyang Sword Sutra is just a chicken rib.

However, in the past five years, Xiao Yu has done the most is forbearance, and at this time, his face is not obvious, and he put away the long silk in his hand and said sincerely: "Even if it is not easy to practice the Weiyang Sword Sutra, it is a clear path for Xiao after all, and Xiao still has to thank the Taoist here." ”

Xiao Jushi said seriously. Lao Dao waved his hand and said, "It's getting late today, Xiao Jushi should go and rest quickly." ”

......

Xiao Yu said goodbye to the old way and returned to his room.

Although the old Tao said that it is not easy to practice this method, Xiao Yu still has a faint joy in his heart.

In life, as long as there is hope, even if it is a cruel world, there will be the motivation to live.

This Weiyang Sword Sutra in Xiao Yu's hands is Xiao Yu's last glimmer of hope.

If your mother's revenge is not avenged, you can't practice. These eight words pressed on Xiao Yu's body like a mountain.

Xiao Yu couldn't breathe.

Pressed Xiao Yu to the bottom of the river of suffering.

And this Weiyang Sword Sutra is the last straw in Xiao Yu's hands.

"You're calculating...... You want me to live my life doing nothing. But if my mother's revenge cannot be avenged, what face do I have to live in the world and be a son of man in vain!"

Xiao Yu's face was full of perseverance at the moment: "No one has practiced this Weiyang Sword Sutra?"

Xiao Yu lit the oil lamp and spread the long silk on the table, the long silk was like a long scroll, and after it was unfolded, it emitted a faint fluorescence under the light.

The handwriting on it is of a moderate size, I don't know what material was used to write it in ink, and the whole text is very clear, without a little ambiguity.

In the middle of the long silk is still the ancient sword!

The ancient sword hung in the void, as if it existed forever, and it seemed to disappear from the transcendent object.

At first glance, the ancient sword was not brilliant, it seemed to be an ordinary long sword, but when I looked closely, I found that the atmosphere and clumsiness in it came to my face.

There are two words on the ancient sword and sword: Weiyang!

Seeing these two words, Xiao Yu's whole body breathed suffocated, and a desolate, quaint aura rippled in Xiao Tiantian's chest.

At this moment, Xiao naturally had a feeling that this ancient sword had jumped out of the painting and came in front of him, even in his hand!

It was as if the ancient sword had been fused with the long sword at his waist.

In an instant, Xiao Yu felt that he had turned into a speck of dust in front of the ancient sword, looking up at the giant sword that connected the heavens and the earth.

......

The lights were like beans, and the slightly jumping firelight shone on Xiao Yu's slightly pale face.

Xiao Yu stood motionless in front of the long silk, and his expression remained the same as the moment he saw the ancient sword.

......

"What a great painting!"

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Yu woke up from the artistic conception just now and exclaimed.

A painting alone is so wonderful that it is hard to imagine the profound realm of the saint who painted this painting back then.

"If nothing else, this painting alone is worthy of a holy word!" Xiao Yu sighed. Then he began to read the words on the long silk.

The beginning of this article is not a method of cultivation, but a passage that seems to be a philosophical truth.

The first sentence is: "There is no need to worry about learning, only with Ah, how far apart is it? Good and evil, what is the difference? It's ridiculous!"

Xiao Yu read the first sentence several times, and felt that the truth was far-reaching and broad, and he seemed to understand a little paradoxically, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

Xiao Yu remembered a sentence he read when he was a child: "There are saints in the East and saints in the West. That is to say, there is only one truth, and the East and the West express it in different ways.

When Buddhism came to the west, Buddhism called the great arhat of the Tao, a saint without a degree.

In this way, no study and no worries means not learning, no learning, no worries, no worries, then in other words, the whole body can only practice without a trace of cultivation.

I don't know how many geniuses in the cultivation world have been stumped by this first sentence, but Xiao Yu has met this condition.

Read on.

Xiao Yu studied with his grandfather when he was a child, and Xiao Yu's grandfather was a contemporary Confucian, and Xiao Yu also had some understanding of this ancient text.

Both the word "only" and the word "A" mean "yes", but the word "only" is diligent and earnest, while the word "A" is flattery.

These two words have one meaning, but how much is the difference between the real meanings?

Xiao Yu suddenly felt that his mind was much clearer, and such a truth was really worthy of being written by a saint.

What is the difference between good and evil? This meaning is very clear, between good and evil, it is difficult to distinguish between what is good and what is evil.

Xiao Yu continued to read.

Xiao Yu pondered, "waste" is an adjective, and this sentence means that like a wasteland and a great desert, the area is vast and boundless, and there is no end forever.

Xiao Yu didn't know, but he had an intuition that this sentence was the finishing touch of the entire Weiyang Sword Sutra, and when he understood this sentence, he really stepped into the door of the Weiyang Sword Sutra!

If you can't understand Xiao Yu, you will ignore it first, and then read on.

What follows is a few comments on the absurdity.

The desolation is not in the middle, and the desolation of the road is so big that I don't know the shore.

It is desolate, and there are no ears in the clouds.

Yulan soup is fragrant, and the clothes are beautiful. The spirit is curled up, and the rotten is not clear.

After reading it, Xiao Yu only felt a flash of inspiration and a hint of enlightenment.

The sages once wrote the book "I Ching", and the last hexagram in the "Book of Changes" is "Weiji". It is said that everything is endless, mutually reinforcing, and there is no end to it.

Xiao Yu's eyes were blank, and he muttered thoughtfully: "Weiyang, Weiyang." Infinite?!What is infinite?!How can a sword be infinite?!What can a sword be infinite?!?!What is infinity?!How can a sword be inf

Xiao Yu felt that there was only a thin layer of mist in front of him, and as long as this mist was dispelled, he could truly come into contact with the Weiyang Sword Sutra.

But this layer of fog could not be dispersed.

As everyone knows, how many people have been blocked by this layer of fog for thousands of years!