Solemn and sacred, Ling Qingyun was bathed in the bookish aura like a glow, concentrating and holding his breath but also full of emotion.

He finally came here again, representing the holy land of the supreme inheritance of Nanming Academy, the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion.

A peerless classic was cherished and listed on the booth, the experience accumulated from more than 200 spiritual realm battles, the fragment of the formation that was enough to suppress the Holy Spirit, the art of war of the military gods, and the chess masters...... Each of them is the most precious treasure of the entire continent, and even if you look at it from afar, you can feel the transcendent aura of spiritual culture, and even make people feel blasphemous when you read it closely.

"Nothing has changed. Ling Qingyun, who couldn't make a sound in this solemn atmosphere, held his breath and whispered, this was normal, after all, there were very few people who could enter the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion, and it was not so easy to move the many classics with strong prohibitions, which made it easier for him to find his target with ease, and his pace was brisk as if he was returning home.

Yanbo Sword Technique, this Nanming Academy's Zhenyuan Peerless Learning, is also the highest level of kendo classics in the world once again displayed in front of Ling Qingyun, just like last time, he was intoxicated when he saw Yanbo Sword Technique at the first sight, and the words and graphics that were not too complicated were distorted and changed in front of him, forming a vast cloud of smoke, surging rivers, and snow and rain......

This is a poetic and picturesque world, but what supports it is not poetry and calligraphy and painting, but the sword, which turns into fine willows, spring water, and smoke waves.

This is almost an unbelievable sight, Ling Qingyun saw a sword stabbed out, this should have pierced the enemy's throat directly like lightning, but this sword was twisted and bent in the process of piercing, twisting like a soft whip, fluttering like a ribbon, and the sharp weapon on the battlefield was like Mei Ji's dancing sleeves, soft and full of beauty.

How could this be lethal? If it wasn't for killing, why would the sword exist? Ling Qingyun's subconscious raised these questions, as if he had heard doubts, and the sword began to change—it did not regain its hard and sharp body made of iron and gold, but it became softer—it actually turned into fine wine and made people drink it in their stomachs, reminiscent of the original posture of the sword, this scene was as funny and strange as a Jianghu artist performing a sword-swallowing skill.

The guests who drank the wine left drunk, some people were full of poetry and wrote famous articles, some people were drunk and disorderly, causing trouble, and more people fell asleep, as if they had seen all kinds of dreamy scenes...... If Ling Qingyun realized, wine is just a liquid, without the advantage of a sword, without the weight of a hammer and axe, he can only let people drink it into his stomach, but this irreversible existence has all kinds of power, can kill people, and can also sublimate people, could this be the intention of turning wine into wine with a sword?

The vast world will not give a practical answer, the minimalist and splendid ink painting dots a few ink marks, turned into a surging river water to flow downstream, the water is naturally softer, more than wine - can intoxicating, spirits can choke, can burn into fire, colorless, tasteless and non-toxic water can do?

It is more powerful than wine, the surging river rushes to the sea, moistens many mountains and forests and farmlands along the way, feeds too many human beings, birds and animals, and also contains a thousand forms of life circle in the belly, this softness has reached the state of goodness. At the same time, water also has power, and the gurgling of the stream has made the hard and rough rock smooth and round over the years, like a goose egg, and can be called a peerless craftsman. The water is even more powerful, and when it turns into a flood and a tsunami, it overthrows all things, and houses collapse everywhere it passes, and all spirits drown, even the strongest in the world cannot resist it.

"It is like the art of war, and it moves like thunder. Looking at the scene of the rushing water, Ling Qingyun couldn't help but be shocked, this is the power of water, if a sword can have such power, how many people in the world can stop it?

But the flood and tsunami are not the main purpose of this sword technique, so the water receded, but the original sword shape turned into a wisp of light air and floated into the sky, moving with the wind and clouds, I don't know when it has become the smoke on the lake, the smoke is changeable, like a beast, like a mountain forest, like a palace, but also like an immortal in the ethereal clouds...... However, this smoke is not fixed, but constantly changing, and under the light of the sparkling lake, it reflects all kinds of postures, like an empty dream.

What is the power of this smoke change? What is the effect of this change of smoke besides confusion and dazzle? Ling Qingyun couldn't help but wonder, he floated with the smoke, only to feel that he was scattered all over the lake but could not control anything, and even his own actions could not be autonomous, he had to rely on the wind and sunlight to control, all he could do was to sit back and watch himself drift around, like a long journey with no end......

For a confident and ambitious teenager, this is a state of aggrieved man, he cannot control himself, he cannot move forward, he is like a marionette at the mercy of others, and he has nothing to do than a lazy man who does nothing...... This seems to be humiliating, even if you are drunk and drunk, it is much better than this state of being a lonely soul and a ghost!

After I don't know how long it took, Ling Qingyun's depression dissipated, and as the years washed away, he finally understood the meaning of the smoke waves as he walked through the lakes and mountains.

This is a kind of realm, ethereal, free, all-encompassing, the smoke wave has not hurt the opponent, not even the slightest malice, but there is also no enemy to hurt it, swords, guns, water and fire can not kill and destroy the smoke wave, only the vast nature can dominate it - and in front of heaven and earth, what thing is not dominated?

I see, this is an invincible realm! Ling Qingyun, who was in his dream and reality, nodded at the same time and smiled with satisfaction.

He continued to move forward, wandering in this dream-like picture, not annoyed even if he didn't see the sword moves, as if he had forgotten his purpose.

This state lasted until the starry night sky, and a light cough woke up Ling Qingyun, who was immersed in the mysterious world.

"Smoke waves...... I...... This!?" Ling Qingyun suddenly woke up after a few dreamy recitations, and stood for a long time before bowing solemnly to the old man who appeared behind him at some point: "Thank you, sir, for waking me up!"

He was really a little afraid, the Yanbo Sword Technique was indeed mysterious, but the content was too complicated, so that he could not extricate himself from it, if this state lasted too long, he would lose himself and go mad!

At the beginning, when he used the Thousand Forging Realm cultivation as a study to study the Yanbo Sword Technique, there was no such danger, thinking that the realm was too low to comprehend the true meaning of the Yanbo, and the improvement of the realm made him gain more, but he also faced greater risks.

"I didn't help you, it's just that the time has come, and I can't let you rely on it here. The old man said lightly.

This was very polite, but Ling Qingyun still looked respectful: "The student understands. ”

He walked out of the library with an intoxicating heart...... When he returned to the room, he couldn't sleep, and the sword dance became a vast wave of smoke and rain......

In the following days, Ling Qingyun doubled his sword practice, practiced the ordinary sword technique and the golden cracking sword intent, and also followed the artistic conception of the Yanbo Sword Technique he comprehended, such as dancing and swinging the sword, and then took out Wei Lan's experience book and carefully studied and compared, raised a branch or a brush to make a gesture, and even this simple action became gentle and ethereal, revealing the artistic conception of Yanbo.

He was almost completely intoxicated, and even used the wordless book to repeatedly replay his sword moves to find out the shortcomings, and the moon spirit was also shocked by the strength of the study.

On this day, Lin Qiancheng, who had made progress in cultivation, came to challenge again with great interest, his mountain and sea strength was further improved, and now he had war paints, as strong and bright as a golden body, Ling Qingyun, who was pondering the Yanbo Sword Technique, only reacted after a long time and responded to the challenge, and used the Yanbo Sword Technique that made him forget to sleep and eat.

Lin Qiancheng successfully won this challenge, and after the war hammer was entangled by the smoke wave several times, he launched the two forces of the mountains and seas and smashed Ling Qingyun's posture with eight hammers, and Ling Qingyun, who was defeated and in distress, did not panic and was annoyed, but just muttered for a while, and then thanked Lin Qiancheng very calmly.

Lin Qiancheng, who succeeded in the challenge, did not have the slightest sense of accomplishment, and gave Ling Qingyun a punch and left angrily.

After practicing swords like this for five days, Ling Qingyun could already feel that his swordsmanship had improved again, and consolidated his current perception of the Yanbo Sword Technique, so he entered the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion again.

This time, the Yanbo Sword Technique he came into contact with was even more profound and dreamy, no longer lingering in the lakes and mountains, but like light smoke, he didn't know where he was in the change, and this almost empty realm made Ling Qingyun even more confused.

Another cough woke him up, and he thanked the old man, returned, and continued to practice his sword.

Then he stepped into the fifth floor of the library again, contemplated enlightenment, practiced swords, and so on......

When Ling Qingyun returned from the Library Pavilion for the fourth time and practiced the five-day sword, he was not in a hurry to continue studying, there was only one last chance left, he had to grasp it well, and face the baptism and challenges of the vast smoke with a better state.

So he contacted Zhong Mingsong, Xu Lingfeng, Legge and other friends who were in the Admiralty Palace, formed a team of five people to receive a certain reward, and rode his horse into the distance, he needed time to adjust his state, and the scenery and actual combat along the way were very beneficial to him.

And when the group returned to the academy with the results of the battle, a middle-aged earthquake was triggered.

"That Tiger Village is a cottage with a golden body realm, and it is said that he also has a few magic crossbows, so he is alone...... No, five people are even?"

"Since Ling Qingyun appeared, the Golden Bell Hall has really gained momentum, and it is estimated that Ji Le will be able to replace the Black Feather Pavilion as soon as he is promoted to the Golden Bell Palace!"

"Yes, the next middle-aged third-level is mostly the current low-level one, and last year's low-level two-level low, they can have learned Ling Qingyun's power in Camel Ridge!"

Everyone's discussion made Ling Qingyun feel strong again, in fact, this Tiger Demon Village can really be regarded as Ling Qingyun's single-handedness, the master of the Golden Body Realm was covered in a daze in the smoke and waves, and wanted to use the forbidden technique to fight for his life but was split in half by a golden crack sword, and the second master at the peak of the Shiluo Realm couldn't escape and was also stabbed by a sword, Zhong Mingsong and others were mainly responsible for blocking the retreat and annihilating all the bandits.

"The reality of life and death can really wake me up from my demonic stupor, and watching this summer scene has also restored my mentality. Ling Qingyun was also quite satisfied with the results of this trip, the Yanbo Sword Technique was unfathomable and powerful, but the Yanbo change seemed to suppress his fighting spirit in the twilight, which was conducive to self-cultivation, but it was not conducive to the vigorous and upward young Tianjiao.

Fortunately, the change of smoke was only a passing moment, and it did not shake his heart, and after sufficient preparation, he was confident to carry on the final challenge.

He stepped into the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion again, and this time he was not only confident but also proud, which can be described as inevitable!