"I put the wine gourd over there, I don't say what's in it, the first time you see it, what do you think is inside?"

"Naturally, it's wine. ”

"Then why can't it be vinegar?"

Chen Tong was stunned, yes, why can't it be vinegar?

"What we see, what we hear, what we think, all have a scope. It's like when I see dark clouds, I think it's going to rain soon. But this dark cloud will also drift away...... I heard that there was a first-class swordsman, so I went all the way to find him, and he turned out to be a trickster. You see that my sword is at the end, but I can't stretch my muscles and bones and hand out another inch?"

"Beyond my knowledge and imagination, but you are not stretching your muscles and bones, or having the strength to do it, and then suddenly exert your strength to speed up the sword. It's just that if that's the case, I won't be sunk by my 'Tiger Tail Flick' before. ”

"If you want to surpass your cognition and imagination, you must first surpass yourself...... That is, to untie the shackles of oneself and see oneself again, to see heaven and earth. ”

"I understand what untying is...... But how?"

"I can only make you understand, but I can't teach you. Seeing Chen Tong's look of disbelief, Ye Yunsheng smiled bitterly and said, "Now let me ask you, do you know what is in that wine gourd?"

"Wine, of course. ”

"Then why can't it be vinegar?"

Chen Tong was stunned again, these words, Ye Yunsheng had just said. It's just a repetition.

But there seems to be something that has changed......

"I've seen you drink it. ”

"Maybe I just like to drink vinegar?"

"You're using strong words!"

"What if I don't pour out wine?"

"Impossible!"

Ye Yunsheng made a color to Cui Zilong, and Zilong went to get a wine gourd.

"Pour it out and show him. ”

Cui Zilong pulled the stopper and turned the wine gourd upside down.

The wine has been drunk by Ye Yunsheng.

So nothing poured out......

Ye Yunsheng looked at Chen Tong, there was doubt in his eyes, and gradually, the doubt turned into relief.

It is not wine, nor vinegar, but what is poured out of it is nothingness.

Some truths have been told to you, and you say that you understand, but what you do in the end and what you show is still the same as before.

Ye Yunsheng had asked him before what was in the wine gourd.

Chen Tong felt that he understood, but when Ye Yunsheng asked him again, his answer was still wine.

So even if Ye Yunsheng made another sword move, he would still be stabbed.

Because he can't get to that transcendent realm at all.

It's like a chicken looking at an eagle overhead, it can imitate the eagle's movements, but it can't fly in the sky like an eagle.

Ye Yunsheng shook his body, his internal strength couldn't hold it.

Cao Heng arched his hand and said: "You can let go, rest for a while, and Cao Mou will come to treat his injuries for his friends." ”

Ye Yunsheng waited for him to cross his breath and take over the injury before he let go of his hand and staggered to his feet.

Wine can't be poured out of the wine gourd.

He looked up at the sky, and the clouds were all over the sky, loose and idle.

The water vapor on the mountain rises to the clouds in the sky, Xiangyang is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the scenery is spectacular.

He suddenly missed Ah Yu a little, and he didn't know if Ah Yu also missed him at home in Chang'an.

There is also a thin flower with short hair like a jade-faced bodhisattva, probably reciting scriptures on a cross-knee futon, sincerely worshipping the Buddha.

Qingqing's injuries should be much better, and he traveled in the mountains and rivers in Chang'an, waiting for him to go back, with the blood of the enemy.

He was stunned, and he did not win the joy of the famous master at all.

There is no pride and excitement when you won at a young age.

He touched the Naraku on his waist, the smooth end of the hilt, the cold and hard feel, as always.

Perhaps, one day he will die in a fight like Qiu Gang......

Even so, he felt nothing, no fear, no worry, only the silence he was accustomed to.

Hey, Jianghu, long time no see!

............

Since the left sword envoy of the Great Sword Gate died in the Proud Fang, Chen Tong, one of the seven scattered people in the Red Dust Valley, was seriously injured and left with the fatal judge Cao Heng, and no one came to the door to challenge Ye Yunsheng.

After a day of idleness, no one disturbed.

Ye Yunsheng went out to deliver two meals to the young swordsman sitting under the porch, and if people don't drink, he won't be sentimental.

At night, he slept alone, but he dreamed of the past.

That day, he was about to go to find a swordsman to compete, passing through Jiangning Mansion to the left, because he was in a hurry, he did not enter the city, he hurried from the path, passed a mountain stream, and saw two people in the rivers and lakes, each holding a long sword, standing at both ends of the stone rock on the side of the mountain stream.

Both of them are in their thirties, dressed simply, one is burly, with a disheveled hair, wearing a white robe, carrying a long sword, and stepping on clogs barefoot, quite the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties. The other had his hair tied with a cloth band, his face was emaciated, he had three long beards, he was dressed in a long gray robe, with a pair of shabby flat-headed shoes on his feet, and he carried a long sword in one hand, the scabbard of which was a clean, variegated holster.

The stream under the rocky rock is gurgling, and before you see it, you know that it is gentle and shallow.

The place where the two of them are located is extremely secluded, but it is a wonderful place to compete.

It's a pity that he didn't come by chance, as if the blank space of the picture scroll with artistic conception was sprinkled with a little residual ink.

He was about to retreat and make a detour, when the man in white turned his head to look, smiled, and said, "Little brother also uses a sword, and meeting is fate, why don't you stay and testify to the two of us?"

He clenched his fists and said: "The kid passed by here, and he took the liberty of disturbing the Yaxing of the two seniors, so I will leave!"

The other man in gray also turned his face, but unfortunately he could no longer hear what he said......

Ye Yunsheng woke up in shock, lay in the dark, and silently shed tears.

He got up slowly, took a wine gourd from the side of the bed, drank two sips of wine, but still couldn't hold back the tears, so he couldn't bear it anymore and let it flow.

At night, the place is exceptionally quiet.

There is a crescent moon in the sky, and the stars are like a sea.

It seems to be more lively than the world.

Ye Yunsheng put on his clothes, only brought a wine gourd, walked out of the house, and came to Mu Fangqing's house.

He stood until he heard a low sigh from inside, and then pushed the door in.

In the darkness, I vaguely saw the person on the bed turn over, with his back to the door.

He silently closed the door, put the wine gourd at the foot of the bed, took off his clothes, lay down behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

The two of them lay down for a while, and then she pushed away his mischievous hand, sat up, and undressed.

He picked her up and put her on his lap, and in a few moments the two of them were splitting and writhing.

Before dawn he went out of the house and played with his sword.

In the past, he always liked to hold the sword trick and didn't carry the sword much.

This time, for some reason, I have walked through the swordsmanship that I have never used in these years.

Mu Fangqing had long hair and yawned, leaning against the door to watch him dance his sword. Gradually, but he frowned.

His swordsmanship is extremely strange. Coming and going is a sword, a stab, and a harvest.

The way of stabbing out is exquisite, high or low, after Mu Fangqing's heart counts, a total of seven and thirteen volts.

She always felt that she should have seen this set of swordsmanship, even if she hadn't seen it, she should have heard of it...... But in the end, after quitting the rivers and lakes for a long time, I can't grasp the clue in my vague memory.

Ye Yunsheng suddenly put away his sword, and the expression on his side face was a little weird.

Mu Fangqing felt that he seemed to miss someone.

A man who is far away and can never be seen again.

Still, he seemed to be talking to the man.

Speak words that no one hears, secrets that no one knows.