Before leaving, I also told him how to open the book.

After Emperor Yao left, Feng Zhengyang looked at the book slip in his hand, and the book slip at this time had no movement, just lying quietly in his hand, as if the scene just now had not happened.

But the situation just now is vivid, and it is impossible for me to be wrong.

He held up the book slip in his left hand, and the palm of his right hand sent aura to the book slip, which was the method that Emperor Yao told him to open the book slip.

The aura came out from the palm, into the book, at first, there was no reaction, the wind is raising the evil spirit, the mind is working, strengthening the delivery of aura, at this time, the book seems to have changed, the original dull appearance began to gradually change, a dark to gold, a moment of gold to dark, a few back and forth, the original color of the book has completely faded, presented in front of the green color, like the newborn bamboo.

The wind is blowing and watching the changes, but the words on the book are beginning to beat, jumping on the paper, as if they are happily celebrating a new life, or meeting a destined person.

The Fa is the fate, and the Fa is bonded, symbiotic and co-extinguished.

Before he could react, the words had already begun to enter his body.

He thought it was similar to the method of seizing the sacrifice, and hurriedly used the exercises to resist, but the result shocked him, after the words entered his body, they turned into a glimmer of light and merged into his body, and then he found that a lot of obscure things appeared in his mind.

These words flashed in my mind one by one, and the wind was raising them to arrange them, and it presented a paragraph: I want to find the source of the sword, and the loser is also, and I am falling, but I don't want the road to be forgotten by the world, so I am the end of this sword, looking for the destined person, and becoming my unfinished road.

It is probably said that the sword path pursued by a monk senior in his life failed, and he did not want to leave regrets, so his experience was sealed in the book, and the name was Jianwan, which means the end of the sword.

After that, the passage disappeared, and then the details of the sword exhaustion technique appeared again.

"Such a fine explanation of the exercises, it can be seen that this monk senior's love for the kendo school, but now he has a fate with me, please accept the gift of gratitude from the juniors, the juniors have no ability, just want to be able to be better than the blue, to complete the last wish of the seniors. ”

After speaking, he put Shujian in front of him, got up and took a few steps back, knelt on his knees, raised his hands, and made three heavy headstrokes to thank his predecessors for their gifts.

Shujian seemed to feel his courtesy, and the color became a little darker.

The detailed explanation of the sword in his mind naturally entered his memory, as if it was deeply rooted, making him mistakenly think that he had this memory, I have to say, the way of cultivation, there are many talents, and this kind of method is probably only this senior can come up with.

Coupled with the literati etiquette that Feng Zhengyang has been familiar with since he was a child, and his gratitude to his predecessors, he happened to achieve himself.

The sword is divided into nine parts, each part of the understanding of the way of the sword is different, it is a trend of upward layers, that is to say, each layer is derived from the accumulation of the previous layer, layer by layer, it becomes the ninth layer, but the sword end should have ten layers, but Feng Zhengyang only saw one sentence: this is my great hatred. It means that this is my biggest regret.

And each part has opened up a small space, I am afraid that this cultivator has already reached an extremely high realm, and his strength is probably above that of Emperor Yao, and he can open up a small space to hide in the exercises, what a terrifying means.

Everything pays attention to the principle of gradual progress, can not be blindly radical, the wind is rising into the first part, the name of the sword rises, the sword is a way, there is a beginning and an end, there are ups and downs, from there to nothing.

This is a pitch-black space, the surroundings seem to be shrouded in black fog, just wondering, a strong light through the black fog, a light and shadow appeared in the black fog, holding a sword, standing in it.

The wind was about to step forward, only to see the light and shadow wrist turn, the sword weapon in his hand moved, the body moved slightly, the sword weapon stood behind him, the body leaned forward slightly, made a sprint action, and then stepped on the foot, the black fog under his feet all dissipated, and the light and shadow rushed forward like a sharp sword.

The black fog began to dissipate under the dash of light and shadow, and the entire space began to slowly brighten up, but the light and shadow did not move at this time, but a battle map appeared behind him.

The picture is light brown, two people confront each other, one of them holds a sword, one holds a giant knife, between breaths, the two have already fought each other, the battle of swords, there must be a victory, the person holding the sword a sword falls, the clouds and mist are open, the mountains and rivers are broken, the person holding the knife blade flips, both hands are raised, the sword qi and the blade collide, only to see that everything around is destroyed, and then the two rushed to each other again, the speed is very fast waving the instrument in the hand, the figure is staggered, to be separated again, the person holding the knife has ended, the figure falls down, the person holding the sword looks at it, the body follows closely, holding the person who falls, and falls to the ground safely。

The picture turned, it became a scene in the battle between the two, one person and one sword, swinging the sword without hesitation, but the breath was different from Fang Cai, each sword was full of killing intent, the power was naturally much greater, the opponent was invincible, even in the middle of the sword, the blood flowed, fell in front of him, and then the picture disappeared, the light and shadow disappeared, and the black fog shrouded the entire space again, and fell into darkness again.

Feng Zhengyang recalled Fang Cai's two battles, one was the merciless sword, and the other was the killing sword, the two swords had completely different breaths, but the sword style was the same, which made him puzzled.

The battle fragment kept flashing in his mind, and he wanted to comprehend the mystery, although Feng Zhengyang felt that this exercise was quite mysterious, but it had its special features, naturally, the need to comprehend it himself was the price, and the usual exercise only needed to inject its own aura, and it could be learned in accordance with the detailed explanation of the exercise, but now he needs to comprehend.

But he doesn't regret it, it's his obsession.

The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

This is his arrogance, you think I can't do it, I want to do it, if you look down on me, I will be above you, this is his principle of life.

Whoever stipulates that a literati cannot do anything, he believes that everything is subject to the destiny of heaven, and if I am forced to do something, I will not regret it.

"The sword style is the same, but the artistic conception is different, the artistic conception is the state of mind, if the heart is good, the sword is good, if the heart is evil, the sword is evil. ”

Feng Zhengyang continued to perceive the sword intent in the two battles, and his state of mind seemed to be slowly improving, and with each epiphany, the black fog in the space dissipated an inch.

The sword rises, because of the good and evil of the human heart, if the person thinks of it, the sword is merciful everywhere, if it is not, the human heart is hateful, and the sword is full of killing intent.

This is what the first part of the sword brings to Feng Zhengyang, and it is also the essence of the sword.

The way of the sword is originally divided into good and evil, which can kill people or save people, depending on the person holding the sword, whether to kill or not to kill, is in a thought.

At the moment of epiphany, the surrounding black fog disappeared as soon as it breathed, and the light filled the entire space, quite a feeling of clearing the clouds and mist and seeing the blue sky.

The light and shadow appeared again, the figure moved, a set of sword tricks were clearly displayed, Feng Zhengyang clenched the sword weapon in his hand, and followed the learning, I don't know how long it took, his sword trick has been smooth, the light and shadow disappeared, and the space slowly began to dissipate, returning to the original room, which also shows that he has comprehended the first part of the sword and entered the way of the sword.

The door of the room slowly opened, and Emperor Yao's figure came into view, patting Feng Zhengyang's shoulder, speechless, but his eyes showed everything, and he was happy.

After all, he didn't choose the wrong person, and neither did the book.