After a few days, Han Chuang had taken the sword pile steadily, and the mysterious man began to teach him to practice the sword, the so-called sword practice is not to learn one move and one style according to the sword spectrum, but to constantly repeat the most basic skills of the sword.

Chopping, chopping, intercepting, teasing, picking, hooking, piercing, piercing, wiping, sweeping, pointing, collapsing, hanging, clouding, in the monotonous repetition over and over again, the wooden sword seems to be integrated with Han Chuang's arm, just like the words that mysterious people often hang on their lips: the sword is an extension of the arm, and Han Chuang has been able to carry the sword like flying.

On this day, the full moon hung high, and everywhere was a shiny silver, and the branches of the forest seemed to be shrouded in a light veil of mist.

In the open space, Han Chuang is practicing the simplest swordsmanship technique according to the instructions of the mysterious man-stab, the so-called stabbing is not a simple sword forward, but a waist force to push, linkage the entire arm, and finally the strength runs to the wrist, and then the wrist controls the force to retract and release, or a heavy stab, or a light send, the strength is different, and the effect achieved is different.

This move seems to be ordinary, but it requires the control of the body muscles, which is accurate to the extreme, and it is a person like Han Chuang, who has the ability to understand the subtleties and the foundation of the five fists of the I Ching, and has also practiced for three whole days to reach the realm at this moment: Ping Ping stabbed out with a sword, the sword carried a strong wind, but it was condensed on the sword body, and the left and right air currents were not chaotic at all.

With just one sword, he pierced the big tree with a thick bowl in front of him, and pulled out the sword, but there was not even a crack on the edge of the wound.

"Bang! bang!"

Three disconnected and distinct applause sounded behind him, but Han Chuang's face remained unchanged, seeing the applause as if it was nothing, only to see him move his mouth slightly, and whispered: "It's really rare, you actually applaud me." ”

The moonlight reflected the shadow behind him, dressed in black and robe, wearing a black hat, still making him unable to see his face clearly, and the mysterious mouth let out a "giggle" laugh, and said with a slight joke: "You did a good job, why don't I praise you?"

Han Chuang sneered: "I did well before. ”

The mysterious man smiled: "Before it was, now it is now, you have learned all the basic principles of using the sword, the most important is to split, chop, intercept, tease, pick, hook, and thorn are quite hot, and the rest of the wearing, wiping, sweeping, pointing, collapse, hanging, and clouds are also involved, so I praise you." ”

He snorted twice, unconcealing his surprise: "It's only been a month, and you have mastered these things, which is really worthy of being a martial artist with the Heavenly Eye Martial Spirit and subtle ability." ”

Han Chuang turned around, faced the mysterious man, and said coldly, "Are you complimenting yourself?"

For the past month, he has lived a life like hell: before, he had never felt that martial arts training was a difficult and painful thing, with the ability to understand any martial arts, he only needs to look at it, and he can practice it, but it took three months to practice swordsmanship according to the method of the mysterious man.

There were no specific sword moves, just boring repetition over and over again, hundreds of exercises, which made him ignore the weight of the deep-sea ironwood sword in his hand, and truly make it like the palm of his arm.

The mysterious man smiled and said, "No, I didn't mean to praise myself. He walked up to Han Chuang, "Do you know how long it took me to learn these things?"

Han Chuang shook his head.

The mysterious man smiled: "A year, a whole year, endless practice, I don't know how many iron swords have been broken, and you-only took a month." ”

There was an indescribable disgrace in the mysterious man's tone, "What else are you not satisfied with?"

Han Chuang sneered: "But I still can't beat you, although I didn't make a move, I know I can't beat you." Han Chuang understood that if he wanted to know his father's secret, he had to defeat the hateful guy in front of him, but now he was not an opponent in terms of strength or swordsmanship.

"That's nature," said the mysterious man, "but you've learned these skills, and if you don't understand them, nature won't be able to beat me." ”

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and he said, "How can you understand the sword moves?"

In his mind, swordsmanship is composed of one exquisite sword move after another, and the perfect connection between the moves, the delicate rotation, constitutes an unparalleled set of swordsmanship;

The mysterious man smiled, "Sword move?" The voice was exaggerated and sharp, just like the sound of Han Chuang piercing the heart of the tree thousands of times.

"That's useless stuff, and I won't teach you any sword moves. He said, as a matter of course.

How can there be anyone in this world who teaches people to learn swords, but not swordsmanship? Han Chuang's heart was anxious, and he said angrily: "What is the reason why you teach me swordsmanship, but you don't teach me swordsmanship?"

The so-called swordsmanship finally falls on the body of the technique. What is the technique? It is the way to defeat the enemy, falling on the sword, it is the sword move, the sword move is composed of the basic skills of using the sword, it is the crystallization of the wisdom of the predecessors, in Han Chuang's consciousness, learn the sword move to be truly called a swordsman.

But apparently, the mysterious man didn't think so, he sneered and said, "It doesn't make sense, you don't need to learn any sword moves. ”

Han Chuang heard a hint of something out of his tone: "No, I don't think so. ”

The mysterious man smiled and said, "Maybe others need to use sword moves to make swordsmanship proficient, but you don't need to." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he flicked his wrist and suddenly stabbed a sword into Han Chuang's chest, and with a gentle breeze, Han Chuang subconsciously swept his sword to defuse this sudden attack.

The mysterious man shouted, "See, this is a sword move." Three sword flowers shook out from the wrist of his right hand, like left, right, and middle, and stabbed at the three acupoints on Han Chuang's chest in a fluctuating manner.

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and he turned on his ability to penetrate the subtleties, and the three sword flowers fused into a sword in his eyes, and the landing point was the Qihu acupoint, which was near the collarbone of the human body, if this sword was pierced, Han Chuang would immediately lose his combat effectiveness, he didn't dare to be careless, a sword poked out, held the sword of the mysterious man, raised the sword spine, and collapsed violently, and immediately dissolved this trick.

The mysterious man took advantage of this collapse to jump out of the circle, put away his sword and stand, and said with a smile:

"See, for a warrior like you and me who has subtle abilities, any sword move is meaningless, I use a sword move to pull out three sword flowers, but you can find the location of my sword for the first time, crack my move, you don't use any subtle moves, just sweep, piercing, collapse, three basic principles, it can be seen that the sword move is not the most important. ”

At this moment, Han Chuang also understood the meaning of the mysterious man, put away the wooden sword, and pondered: "He is right, I have a subtle martial spirit, all tricks are like being dismembered in my eyes, I first see through other people's tricks, and then use the simplest moves to deal with them, in this way, there is really no need for the so-called sword moves, but why do I feel that something is missing?"

The cold wind blew, raising a few strands of broken hair on his forehead, revealing Han Chuang's energetic face, that frown condensed obvious doubts, the ability to learn everything quickly made him learn everything, but experience was a big obstacle to his progress.

When the mysterious man saw this, he "giggled" and laughed, like the voice of a cold wind blowing through a dead branch.

Han Chuang frowned and said, "Isn't it ridiculous?"

Mysterious: "Of course, of course ridiculous. He paused and continued, "I didn't expect you to still understand what true swordsmanship is, it seems that you have forgotten a very important thing that you have seen. ”

"Forgot something very important?" Han Chuang whispered a thought in his mouth, and a thought quickly came to his mind.

"You mean to say—sword intent?" he asked.

Among the swordsmen, the sword intent is rumored to be a god, because there are too few people who really have it, and it is rumored that the swordsman with the sword intent can defeat the strong with the weak and make the impossible possible, but few people have seen it, so in the eyes of most people, it is just a matter of legend.

But Han Chuang was just one of the few people who had seen the sword intent.

"Do you mean that the Rouyun sword technique that Lin Jiangxue used to deal with me in the end is because of the sword intent, it will be different?"

"Yes," replied the mysterious man, "I was on the sidelines, and to be honest, I couldn't believe my eyes when she used her sword intent. ”

Han Chuang interrupted him: "But it's still me who wins in the end." ”

The mysterious man said disdainfully: "That's because your devouring martial soul restrained her Qingluan Fire Phoenix, and her heart was devoured, and she used her sword intent in a state of restlessness, if it weren't for this, she wouldn't have fallen into your trap, breaking her own mellow and flawless, in order to soften the sword intent of rigidity." ”

Hearing this, Han Chuang's face showed embarrassment, the mysterious man was right, if he hadn't played a clever trick, Lin Jiangxue might not have been defeated so quickly, if Lin Jiangxue believed in his martial soul too much, so he used his sword intent to control the enemy before he started, which gave Han Chuang an opportunity.

Thinking of this, the doubts in Han Chuang's heart eased slightly, and said, "Okay, according to what you said, the quality of swordsmanship depends on the sword intent, so how can you get the sword intent?"

The mysterious man lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then slowly spit out three words: "I don't know." ”

"You don't know?" Han Chuang's face was full of sneers.

Mystery: "Yes, I really don't know. ”

"Everyone's way of getting the sword intent is different, some people will comprehend it in battle, some people will comprehend it in practice, and even some people will gain it in meditation and qi training; this is the sword intent, it comes and goes without a trace, ethereal, only people who have reached a certain level of comprehension, grasp the characteristics of their own swordsmanship, it is possible to comprehend the sword intent. ”

Han Chuang nodded and said, "Grasp the characteristics of swordsmanship, what you said is true." If I'm not mistaken, Lin Jiangxue's sword intent lies in the word 'soft', but it has no reference value for me, and if I want to comprehend the sword intent, the foothold should be in the word 'break'. ”

The mysterious man smiled: "I didn't expect you to comprehend this so quickly, that's right, there are thousands of sword intents in the world, but there may be only one that suits you, instead of learning from the experience of others, it is better to take your own body as the foundation and practice your own sword intent; That's why I teach you to practice sword moves, because that's someone else's experience, and it doesn't necessarily work for you, but it will lead you astray. ”

Han Chuang was originally a little skeptical, but after the mysterious person said this, he was sure of his future direction. He thought to himself: "Yes, the superior swordsmanship should be self-contained, if you imitate others and practice other people's sword moves, no matter how good you practice, you will fall behind." ”

In an instant, all kinds of martial arts he had seen surged in his mind: his own I Ching Five Fists, Lin Feng's Star Dotting Sword Technique, Lin Ping's Blood Drinking Technique Shocked the World, Lin Jiangxue's Soft Cloud Sword Technique and Ruofeng Willow Body Technique, and even Cui Meiniang's Five Poison Divine Palm, all these predecessors' martial arts have one thing in common, they must be suitable for the founder's martial soul and body.

Han Chuang couldn't help but think that the founder of the Five Fists of the I Ching he had learned might be the founder of the Five Beast Martial Souls and the Star Sword Technique, possessing the Sword Martial Soul, not to mention the special martial souls such as the Blood Drinking Madness Knife and the Green Jade Toad.

Martial arts are not too many and mixed, but suitable for oneself, only the martial arts created according to one's own conditions are truly suitable for oneself martial arts, but what if it is self-contained? Han Chuang seemed to be hovering at the door of a bright door, but in his eagerness, he couldn't find the most important key.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from afar: "Brother Chuang, are you here?

The Shenzhou Continent is different from the flower world in the previous life, there are few entertainment activities at night, so the people in this world have different work and rest times than the people in the previous life;

Han Chuang recognized that this was Han Fu'er's voice, and he felt strange in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: "It's so late, who else will come to me?"

As soon as the thought came, I heard the mysterious person next to me say: "It's not too early, I'll be here today, I'll go first." The figure flashed, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the night.

Han Chuang was taken aback and thought to himself, "What kind of body method is this? For a while, I had a new understanding of this mysterious person who was also a teacher and friend.

"Brother Chuang, are you here?"

Han Fu'er's voice gradually approached, Han Chuang retracted his thoughts, and responded in the direction from which the voice came: "Fu'er doesn't need to look for it, I'm here." ”