Blue Dragon Scroll Chapter 32: Cultivation (3)

In the following days, Sword Boundless's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, and the Qingyun Sword Technique of the Imperial Sword Star Sect was originally from the hands of Heng Cangyu, with Heng Cangyu's guidance, this set of swordsmanship was even more incisive in the hands of Sword Boundless, and after Fluttershy broke the mystery that day, Sword Boundless's swordsmanship was also more refined!

But it's still not as good as Sima Xu....

Sima Xu is also constantly improving every day, especially after Heng Cangyu taught him a set of strange boxing techniques, Jian Wuya feels quite difficult every time he fights with him. In the past, Jian Wuya and Sima Xu competed with each other, and Jian Wuya always had the upper hand, but now Jian Wuya can't take Sima Xu's advantage at all!

If Sima Xu's previous boxing techniques made him a tiger, then the current Sima Xu is like a gust of wind, and all the sword moves of the sword are almost useless on Sima Xu, either they are avoided or resolved, and they have to be dangerous or surprised!

In a flash, it was ten days of rising and moonsetting, this day Heng Cangyu watched the competition between Jian Wuya and Sima Xu on the side, and couldn't help but sigh that the species of Sima Lao Fox's family was really good, this Sima Xu really lived up to Sima Lao Fox's expectations, and in just half a month, he had already touched the essentials of the artistic conception of reincarnation.

Heng Cangyu could see that in the past few days, Sword Wuya had gradually fallen from equal to inferior, and now it was even more phenomenal, and it was only a matter of time before it was swallowed.

Looking at the sword Wuxian who was struggling to support, Heng Cangyu also felt that it was time to teach him something new.

After dinner that day, Heng Cangyu rarely did not have an after-dinner battle royale, but instead took the sword Wuya to enjoy the night on a cliff in the back mountain.

Looking at the starry sky in the night sky, Heng Cangyu asked Jian Wuya: "Xiao Xingyun said to the Beiyun Sword Sect that the sword is a murder weapon, so what is the sword in your eyes?"

Jian Wuya looked at the Junyu sword given by Heng Cangyu in his hand, thought for a long time, and replied: "The sword is a weapon, but it is not just a weapon. ”

"How?"

Jian Wuya recalled all the things of the Beiyun Sword Sect that day: "In the past, the sword was a weapon for me, a tool used to protect myself and others, and a scale to evaluate my martial arts cultivation. But since the battle between Mr. and the Beiyun Sword Sect, I have seen the Beiyun Sword Sect let go of love, sacrifice cultivation, and even give up his life for the sake of the sword! I seem to be able to understand a little bit of that kind of attachment, but I can't say why. ”

Jian Wuya turned his head to look at Heng Cangyu and said, "Senior Brother Xingyun said that the sword is a murder weapon, and the Beiyun Sword Sect appreciates it very much, but I don't think so, sir, am I wrong?"

Heng Cangyu smiled and didn't answer, but pointed to the bright moon in the night sky and asked, "Have you seen this bright moon?"

Jian Wuya nodded, what if you saw it?

Heng Cangyu: "Looking at this bright moon, what do you think?"

"Huh?"

Jian Wuya looked at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, shook his head and said, "I can't think of anything, is it because my qualifications are too poor to comprehend?"

"It's not. ”

"Actually, when I see this bright moon now, I can't think of anything. ”

Heng Cangyu said with a smile: "Some people see this round of bright moon, they will feel homesick, some people are remembers the pain of lovesickness, maybe some people will rise up to compose a poem; ”

Seeing Jian Wuya's puzzled face, Heng Cangyu gave him a hint: "It's obviously the same thing, but there are so many people with different opinions, Wuya, why do you say this?"

Jian Wuya thought for a moment and asked Heng Cangyu: "Sir, I want to tell me that different people will have different answers to the same question. In the same way, the meaning of the sword is different for each swordsman?"

Sure enough, he is talented..

Heng Cangyu nodded appreciatively: "You don't have to answer in a hurry, but you have to think of the answer to this question yourself, this is the first question for every swordsman to go to the way of the sword, if you can't clearly understand what the sword is to you, how can you call yourself a swordsman?"

"Then in the mind of the gentleman, what is the sword?,

"I have long since lost my sword. ”

Heng Cangyu's answer made Jian Wuya completely incomprehensible, but he felt that it was very mysterious.

Heng Cangyu didn't explain to Jian Wuya, but asked him: "That Wuya, what kind of swordsmanship is a good swordsmanship in your eyes?"

Jian Wuya thought about it but smiled, and said, "I think my answer, Mr. may laugh at me for being vulgar." ”

Heng Cangyu raised his eyebrows: "Say"

"If I stab others, and others can't stab me, it's good swordsmanship. ”

As soon as these words came out, Heng Cangyu laughed for a while, and even Jian Wuya himself was a little embarrassed, and when Heng Cangyu was tired of laughing, he sat on a stone and said: "Wuya, you are really real, if the Beiyun Sword Sect is here, you will definitely be speechless, but you can't refute it, because your answer can't be regarded as wrong." ”

"There are too many good swordsmanship in this world, for example, the Qingyun swordsmanship I sent is a good swordsmanship, but I believe that Mr. should have better swordsmanship"

"The Qingyun Sword Technique is indeed from my hand, but how do you know that the Qingyun Sword Technique is not the best sword technique in my hand?"

"This... Isn't it?"

"For me, I do have a better sword technique in my hands than the Qingyun Sword Technique, but for you, the Qingyun Sword Technique may not be the best sword technique. ”

After saying that, Heng Cangyu pointed at the sword, and the Junyu sword in Jian Wuya's hand came out of its sheath and fell into Heng Cangyu's hand, and then Heng Cangyu practiced a set of swordsmanship.

However, after a few moves, Jian Wuya was very surprised, this set of swordsmanship practiced by Heng Cangyu had no rules at all, he couldn't make a move, and he was full of flaws, as if he was a madman making random comparisons! But it was just such a random swordsmanship, every move, every style, all restrained the Qingyun swordsmanship he had learned! Jian Wuya believed that even if his junior brother Jian Xingyun, who was not as good as his cultivation, used this set of swordsmanship to fight against him, he would definitely be defeated to death, and he would eventually be defeated.

After Heng Cangyu finished the exercise, he asked Jian Wuyan, "What do you think of this set of swordsmanship just now?"

"I can't comment on it, I've never seen such a strange swordsmanship. ”

"Then if I teach you, can you beat Sima Xu?"

Jian Wuya didn't hesitate at all, shook his head and said, "Impossible, Mr.'s swordsmanship, it seems that it exists specifically to restrain Qingyun's swordsmanship, if it is used to fight against Sima Xu, it will be really laughable and generous, Mr. Who created this swordsmanship, why..."

As soon as the words came out, Jian Wuya suddenly thought of something, and when he saw the evil smile on Heng Cangyu's face, he guessed the trick!" "That's right, this set of swordsmanship is just a temporary idea of our side, thinking about how to disassemble the moves of Qingyun's swordsmanship. ”

Sword Wuyan understands, the move is dead and the person is alive, whether it is the sword technique or the fist technique, there is only one purpose, that is, to win, no matter how bad the sword technique is, as long as it is used properly, it can also play an unexpected effect.

"Sir, is this what is called a no-trick move?"

Heng Cangyu returned the sword to Jian Wuya and said with a smile: "It's still too early for you to reach that realm, but it's close." ”

"What is this, sir?"

"Immeasurable. ”

Measureless?

Unlimited, endless, incalculable, is for... Measureless?