People in the world have the ability to empathize.

Yue Buqun is not harmful of lovesickness, but he knows lovesickness.

If he can truly grasp the sword intent of the Acacia Sword under the drive of Yin Li, he can help him go further in the sentient sword intent, thereby boosting the progress of his overall cultivation.

The three treasures of the human body's essence and spirit, essence and qi are easy to cultivate, only God... It's hard and hard.

Cultivators like Lin Jiu and others all abandon the essence and qi of the physical body and complete the spirit in order to achieve transcendence.

After cultivating into the Yin God, you need to feed on the incense of the world and rely on the faith of all living beings.

And Yue Buqun took the path of sanctification of the flesh, so the growth of divine will could only be sent and received by himself.

It's a bit more difficult.

If you don't seek divine will, but only boost your essence, then it's like the Monkey King in Dragon Ball, who has the ability to destroy the world, but can't control the lifeblood of life and death.

"The second sword, lovesickness into the heart."

"Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows, this situation can not be eliminated, only to frown, but on the heart." Yue Buqun took out another sword.

The sword moves became more and more melancholy and procrastinated, and the sword blades seemed to drift and unstable.

Without the blessing of sword intent and the surrounding of sword qi, such a sword move can be despised even by a novice swordsman who has just held the sword for half a year.

Yin Li glanced at it, followed the mantra taught by Yue Buqun, and turned the sword blade with the trend.

The melancholy and procrastination of the sword moves, naturally flowing like flowing water, just confirms the sentence 'flowers float by themselves'.

The tide of the seaside ebbed and flowed, and countless days and nights made her more and more obsessed.

She was alone in her heart imagining every encounter with the 'stinky boy', and finally couldn't bear the thoughts in her heart and sneaked out of Spirit Snake Island.

She wants to find him, even if she is chased up by her mother-in-law and beaten to death with a palm, even if she abolishes the thousands of poisonous hands that have worked hard to cultivate, she can't take revenge on her ruthless father.

The love and righteousness in the sword intent are also mixed with dreamlike ripples.

The surrounding mountains, clouds, and grass and trees all seemed to sense the meaning of Yin Li's sword technique, and with the swaying of her sword blade, they withered under the highly poisonous sword aura.

Even more so, this swordsmanship, which already has a sad background, is painted with a dim color.

Yue Buqun stopped and looked at Yin Li with locked eyebrows.

Yin Li's swordsmanship was not wrong, but her sword intent deviated from the original Yue Buqun's plan.

At this moment, Yue Buqun can't say that Yin Li is wrong.

Because, this is not a thing that has an absolute answer.

Yue Buqun could only take pictures of Yin Li's state at this time first, and then watch the playback carefully.

At the same time, it can also be passed to Zhang Sanfeng and Ling Yue to discuss together.

Among the group of friends, only Zhang Sanfeng and Ling Yue are suitable for exchanging this.

Zhang Zhiwei and Mao Xiaofang and others did not follow this path, and it was in vain to say it.

Of course, communication will make progress.

Behind closed doors, it's easy to walk into a dead end alone.

"The third layer, lovesickness and hatred!"

After filming it all over, Yue Buqun raised his sword and flew towards Yin Li again.

This time, he directly taught Yin Li in the way of fighting.

The two swords collided, and the overflowing sword qi was not directly scattered outward, but like wisps of seemingly soft and fragile love silk, pervasive and dense around.

These love threads, if used to deal with evil spirits, can easily penetrate into the orifices of their bodies.

Deal internal damage and blows.

"Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it returns, the moon is leaning on the building."

The third weight of Acacia Kendo is the last one that Yue Buqun can simulate independently.

After that, he only had sword moves and formulas, and if he wanted to fit the sword intent, he couldn't do it.

And the point of this sword, Yue Buqun originally thought it was hate.

Hate and ruthlessness are connected, so a sword move in one hand began to be rapid and ruthless in Yue Buqun's hands, although there is room for it, but it is just an aftermath, and after the aftermath is resentment, interlocking and endless.

It's like a thousand knives, and Ling Chi is down.

If someone is targeted by such a sword technique, it will definitely be a headache and difficult to parry.

But Yin Li's envoy is the opposite.

All the cruelty, viciousness, and pungency seem to give three points, but leave seven points for yourself.

Judging from the sword moves, there are often self-injuries when returning to the sword.

It only took three or four moves, and Yin Li's wrists and arms began to show sword marks and drip blood.

The highly toxic blood is also very polluting to the surrounding area.

But corresponding to this self-harm is the further expansion of sword intent.

It almost turned into a nightmare, forming a unique realm of sword intent, forcibly dragging all sentient beings into it.

A strong hatred is filled with endless sadness.

She walked through mountains, seas and lakes, crossed snow-capped mountains and grasslands, was cut by thorns countless times on her hands and feet, and also cried bitterly on her knees in the dark night.

The stars in the sky all seem to be his appearance.

But the voice in her heart became more and more vague and unreal.

She hated him for not coming to see her, but she hated even more for not being able to find him.

Perhaps he had died lonely and desolate in some unknown corner.

But she couldn't put a garment on his bones and let him be buried in the ground.

This is Yin Li, in those turbulent years, in the lonely mountains, swamps, mountains, under the starry sky, the nightmare that keeps repeating.

The surging and surging sword intent amazed and even shocked Yue Buqun.

This set of swordsmanship that is incomparably suitable for Yin Li, is like a key, opening up Yin Li's potential.

"Centering!" Yue Buqun had real power in his mouth, and he opened his mouth to scold.

The powerful tremolo forcibly woke Yin Li from that artistic conception.

Yin Li turned his head and looked at Yue Buqun in confusion.

At this time, she was not only obsessed with the past in her memories, but also obsessed with the power of this set of swordsmanship.

She didn't want to stop, she didn't want to wake up.

"You're in such a hurry! It's too extreme, you look at your sword again! Yue Buqun said.

Yin Li lowered her head suddenly, only to find that the blade of the sword in her hand had reached her own heart at some point, and it was only an inch away from piercing into it, reaching her heart.

"It seems that I still need to adjust this set of swordsmanship and add some restraint."

"Otherwise, you'll be enchanted." Yue Buqun said.

Yin Li interrupted: "No! Don't change! I'll control it and don't change it... Changed... It's not called acacia! ”

"What kind of acacia, restrained live?"

One sentence made Yue Buqun in a trance.

He finally understood why he clearly created this sword technique... At most, ask Zhang Sanfeng to help refine it.

But why can't he really learn independently, he can only take the way of replication and empathy.

Because he was too restrained.

He's not ruthless, it's just that his affection is more sensible, more orderly, and more reserved.

Lack of hard work, less obsession.

"It seems that whether it is a sentient sword or a ruthless sword, it is inevitable that you will enter the demon or enter the saint."

"The ruthless person falls into the devil, breaks off the love, slaughters everything, and the saint is too forgetful, only to the operation of the heavenly way. Those who have love are demons, all love is evil, love is greater than all, and sanctification should be to exchange big love for small love, and take human morality as the benchmark. Yue Buqun thought to himself.

Although the truth is understood, it is not easy to really do it.

The baby is not well yet, and my wife is sick again... With one more person to take care of, it's more than twice as difficult...

There are also three watches, in the afternoon and evening, the waste paper will be uploaded as quickly as possible.

(End of chapter)