Pebble, an irregular pebble.

fell into the center of the river and opened a circle of ripples that seemed to be round and not round.

The departure of Helian Mo and Lin Ping created a world of loneliness for Han Chuang, quiet, empty, without anyone or anything to disturb him, and in a moment, his heart was like water.

His mind was completely immersed in the swordsmanship deduction, and the sword moves he had used and seen appeared in his mind.

Simple, complex, over and over again, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry.

He was completely immersed in his own world, immersed in thoughts, immersed in memories, immersed in drills, and followed Shen and the sword.

Everything around him turned into a shattered shadow, and in front of his eyes, it was as if it no longer existed, all that remained was the sword, his sword, the only sword.

The sword is a kind of weapon, an ordinary weapon, but it is different from ordinary weapons, and it can even be said that it is a symbol of body and dignity.

At that time, only princes and generals, the children of nobles, would wear swords, only swords, they did not regard the sword as a weapon, but only as a decoration, no different from the hairpin on a woman's hair.

It wasn't until the advent of swordsmanship that people really began to value the actual combat value of the sword, separating it from poetry and books, and allocating it to the weapons of the warriors rather than the decoration of the scribes.

Swordsmanship has promoted the development of the sword, and the sword itself has a light and elegant preciousness, so that more and more users have made swordsmanship more and more complicated.

But Han Chuang's swordsmanship only has two words - simple.

It is composed of thorns, picks, splits, wipes, pulls, teasing, breaks, points, etc., brisk, swift, free and easy, drifting, flexible and changeable, and simple to clumsy, although the changes are prosperous, but the sword is clean and neat, so that people have a sense of pleasure and dripping.

The mysterious man said that a swordsman is a kind of martial artist who is good at finding flaws, and swordsmanship is a kind of martial art that hits people with flaws, whether it is a broken move or a broken person, it is the same truth.

This is the so-called swordsmanship, swordsmanship and kendo.

The word Dao is too big, Han Chuang doesn't dare to say that he understands it, he only knows a little bit about it; just like Lin Jiangxue's sword, pay attention to a softness, this is her way, and it is also where her sword intent lies; and the sword of the sword ghost pays attention to a fast word, different from Han Chuang's "breaking the middle and bringing fast", his sword is the purest fast, so fast that it is difficult to catch with the naked eye; Zhao Hanxiao did not find his own way, if he can find it, it must be a "kill" word, just like Lin Ping's blood-drinking knife, murderous aura to cast the Dao, although it falls inferior, but it is better than simple.

Han Chuang closed his eyes slightly, filtering everyone's sword path in his mind one by one, only to feel that the closed door seemed to be open, as if he only needed a force to break through, but when he wanted to use force, he found that he couldn't find where the door was.

Bewildered

Overwhelmed

This is the first time Han Chuang has encountered the so-called obstacle before practicing martial arts, and this heavy obstacle has made him wander in front of the door, and he can't see the front or the back clearly.

Han Chuang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword danced by the clear lake; the green shadow circulated in the moonlight, and the sword light flew in the lake shadow, Han Chuang felt as if he had split into two people, one tirelessly dancing the sword, and the other watching calmly from the side.

Helian Mo was attracted by the sound of this great sword, and when he saw this scene, he thought that Han Chuang had gone mad and was about to step forward to wake him up.

Lin Ping grabbed her and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, now that he is learning the sword, the most important thing is to avoid being disturbed, we can just watch from the side." ”

Helian Mo hurriedly said: "But when will he dance like this, will he have to wait until his true qi is exhausted?"

But he heard Lin Ping say in a deep voice: "Don't worry, believe him, he knows it in his heart." ”

Helian Mo hurriedly said: "People are crazy, how can there be a number?"

Lin Ping shook his head and said, "You are concerned about it, take a good look at his eyes, is it really a sign of madness." ”

Helian Mo looked at it fixedly, and immediately relieved his heart, although Han Chuang's limbs were crazy, his eyes were always clear, which meant that he had a sense to suppress the madness at the moment.

Legend has it that when martial arts cultivation reaches a high level, there will be a self and an ego, which is probably the case of Han Chuang.

"Then what are we going to do?" said Helianmo.

Lin Ping said in a deep voice: "Don't let anyone disturb him." ”

Helian Mo nodded.

Han Chuang didn't know that the two friends were worried about him, and he was completely calm in the world of Wujian. Dharma and art merge into one, and the two complement each other, and then ascend to the Tao.

My previous understanding was wrong, Han Chuang thought.

He thought that his sword intent was a word "broken", but it was not. Breaking is a kind of technique, and it is impossible to become the way to support sword intent, like Lin Jiangxue's "softness" and sword ghost's "fastness" cannot be regarded as real sword intent, at most it can only be regarded as half-step sword intent.

What is the real sword intent?

Teaching is natural, easy to come by?

Or is it a sword with qi, killing people and thousands of miles away?

Or is it the legendary unity of man and sword?

It's still an indescribable, unclear understanding.

Han Chuang stopped, holding his sword in both hands, and sat by the lake, experiencing the beauty and magic of thinking.

Helian Mo said: "What's wrong with him? Is he enlightened or not?"

Lin Ping shook his head.

Failure and success, only Han Chuang himself understands, the sword lies in the heart, swordsmanship comes from the heart, and the same is true of sword intent.

He was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound, the sound was like a sea tide, layer upon layer, its momentum was like thunder, his eyes lit up, he pointed at Han Chuang, and said in disbelief: "This is-this is the sword intent, he realized it, he really realized it." ”

Sitting cross-legged, Han Chuang opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

He finally understood that the so-called sword intent is just a mysterious and mysterious feeling, the sword and the sword are all born from the heart, and they follow the trend, if you must say what this is, it is to go with the flow.

What Lin Ping said was both right and wrong, he found the way that supported his sword intent, but he didn't really form a sword intent, going with the flow is just a way, but not a real sword intent, the real sword intent has infinite possibilities, and Han Chuang just found the way to one of them.

He lowered his head, looked at the sword in his hand, and muttered, "Stop!" The sound of the sword really stopped, and the lake was silent again.

Lin Ping and Helian Mo were just about to step forward, when suddenly a moonlight shot above Han Chuang's head like a pillar of heaven, and the wooden sword clanged and picked it out by itself, blocking the ray of moonlight like lightning.

"The sword moves at will, I didn't expect you to really comprehend the sword intent. Lin Ping walked over and said to Han Chuang.

Han Chuang slowly stood up, opened his eyes, and looked at his two friends, his heart was extremely happy, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

The moonlight reflected his smiling face, which was already handsome and abnormal, but at the moment it was even more gentle as a stone, with a sharp edge. If Han Chuang was a sharp sword before, now he is like a long sword turned into a treasure, hidden in a box.

The sharp spirit of the past is gone, and it has become as mellow and full of wisdom as a pearl.

Han Chuang smiled: "No, I didn't realize the true sword intent, I just had a direction. ”

Lin Ping smiled: "It's good to have a direction, at least it won't be like a headless fly." ”

Helian Mo jumped out excitedly and shouted, "Don't care about what level of understanding, come, let's fight first and see how much you have improved!"

Last time he was not convinced of the loss, but if he lost, he lost, and it was not easy to deny it; this time, seeing Han Chuang's proud breakthrough, he took the opportunity to challenge, hoping to get back on the field.

But apparently, Helianmo had found the wrong person.

"Are you sure?" said Han Chuang with a smirk.

"Nonsense! Of course, come and show me how much you've improved!"

Before the words fell, the two pens crossed up, and the dragon shape carved on the pen seemed to come to life, turning into a dragon shadow, entangled with each other, and attacked Han Chuang.

Ssangyong playing in the water,

It is the most chilling move in the bamboo, wood and stone stele that he has improved, although Helian Mo looks like a fool, but he also knows that Han Chuang is no longer what it used to be, and he used his biggest killing move as soon as he came up.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, if it was before, in the face of Helian Mo's killing moves, he would have been in a hurry for a while, but now, having found the way of sword intent, he has surpassed Helian Mo in terms of strength.

In the midst of the dragon shadow flying, Han Chuang found a gap, a small gap, a gap that was ignored by others, but he found it.

A sword stabbed out, taking advantage of the situation, without the slightest reluctance and entanglement, this sword was flawless, the dragon shadow shattered, Han Chuang's sword was unabated, and in Helian Mo's unbelievable gaze, it was firmly on his shoulder.

"How's it going? Brother Helian?"

Helian Mo has been defeated, completely defeated, his strongest move has been cracked, the opponent's sword, on his shoulder, if it is a fight for his life, his throat must have been pierced at this moment.

He smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that I have no hope, but you have to promise me that you will lend me a look after you get the Wuxiang Gong Method." ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Then you have to join the Qingzhu Sect first." ”

Helian Mo smiled bitterly: "I know that you have this request-no problem, I will join the Qingzhu Sect." ”