Xiao Shu's eyes were full of cold silence, just like a cold pool of Xuanbing, which made Linglongzi cold, and he could only look away, "Tomorrow's discussion of martial arts has officially begun, I have time to listen to you......"

"Uncle Shi has a life, Xiao Shu doesn't dare to disobey. Xiao Shu smiled, like winter snow melting, Fang Cai's cold appearance was like a dream, and he couldn't see it for half a minute.

Linglongzi secretly said in his heart, "I haven't been able to cultivate my state of mind for more than ten years, and now it seems that I am in the wrong direction, which one is true, or neither?"

Tick tock, tick tock.

In the early spring, the fine and dense rain silk weaves into a net, from the clouds to the ground, although the rain is not heavy, it does not seem to be rain, but fog, the world in front of you is blocked in it, looking into the distance, the streets, houses, pedestrians are only left with vague outlines.

"There was once a person who held an umbrella for me like this, and he taught me this state of self-forgetfulness. Xiao Shu said softly, a red umbrella, two figures parallel to this antique street.

"Your master?" The rain and mist wet the long hair in the blink of an eye, and Linglongzi pulled up the long hair behind her and combed it into a bun, which was different from the long hair when it was out of the world, and it was more intelligent.

"Yes, but Master, he is dead, dead under his own sword, and now there is only one old man left. Xiao Shu lowered his eyelids, and some past events came to his mind, and he didn't want to think about it or talk about it.

"How did he teach you?" Linglongzi saw Xiao Shu like this, and he didn't delve into it.

"He asked me, where are you?" Xiao Shu stopped, his eyes turning from blurry to empty.

"Where am I?" Linglongzi looked at Xiao Shu's eyes, and her mind was unconsciously ingested into it.

Where are you?

On Wucheng Street in Linzhou?

By Xiao Shu's side?

Under the Red Umbrella?

In the drizzle?

Still is......

The cold rain is rustling, the cold wind is whistling, it is obviously early spring, but at this moment it is like an autumn bleak day, obviously on the street, but he is alone, the indescribable loneliness makes Linglongzi feel terrifying, the vast world, there is only one person left, that is, himself, everything, are separated by a layer of veil, can not be touched, can not be heard, like a passerby, forgotten, isolated.

"How?" Xiao Shu chuckled, Fang Cai's loneliness was like a mirror shattering, the cold pool was rippling, Linglongzi came back to her senses and realized that she was still on the street, the sound of selling and frolicking was endless, and the sound of the rain became lively in her eyes at the moment, and a sense of fear came from her heart, and she never wanted to experience it a second time.

"Forget yourself...... Ecstasy...... Is this what you see?" Linglongzi gasped softly, looking at Xiao Shu's still somewhat childish face, he couldn't imagine how he could bear such a state of mind.

"You see it, not what I see. Xiao Shu smiled and shook his head, it is difficult to empathize, what Linglongzi sees and feels, but it is the tip of the iceberg, if it is not interrupted in time, it will even cause a knot in Linglongzi's heart, and it is difficult to achieve other states of mind.

"Let me see it again. "Linglongzi has set his mind, obviously he is the smartest among the seven sons, what martial arts and swordsmanship, he can understand it at one point, but now even Qing Xuanzi has vaguely touched the threshold of his state of mind, and he has not been able to understand it for a long time, even though the master has never said it clearly, but how can he be willing?

"You're tired, tomorrow. Xiao Shu thought that Linglongzi would retreat, where did he think that this woman was so stubborn, and her state of mind could be understood by experiencing it, and she only realized the true meaning of forgetting herself between life and death.

"Good. Linglongzi smiled, different from the softness of the white glass, just like the lonely lotus in the lotus pond, cold and tranquil, which made people feel pity.

"It's still raining, I'll send you back?" Xiao Shu looked up at the dark sky, and he didn't know when the rain would stop, it just kept falling.

"Nope. Linglongzi turned to leave, and the rain hit her and dripped down the ends of her hair.

Suddenly, she turned to look at Xiao Shu under the red umbrella, and asked with a smile, "Do you regret it?"

"I ...... Forgot. ”

In the smoke and rain, the two were separated, although the rain was cold, it was cold but forgetful, a sound was a dream, and a sound was empty.

Next.

On martial arts was held as scheduled, saying that it was a competition between the younger generation, in fact, everyone knew very well in their hearts that the small sect was nothing more than a formality, and the real highlight was the contest between those sons of Tianjiao, the older generation gradually faded out of the rivers and lakes, and sooner or later someone had to take over, and the martial arts was a kind of screening, and it was also a kind of paving the way for them in the future.

But today, this discussion of martial arts ushered in an uninvited guest, just a young man, a sword defeated several young masters, no one is its enemy, the elders of the various sects present are all pale, but because of Tianjizi do not dare to attack, after all, people are hanging the name of Xuanjimen, many people speculate that Mo is not the heir of Tianjizi, one by one in their hearts slandered Tianjizi as an old disrespect, but on the face of praise without hesitation.

"Senior Sister Linglong, is this Xiao Shu really a disciple of the master?" Fu Yunzi among the Seven Sons of Xuanji couldn't help but ask curiously, Tianjizi has always acted unpredictable, and traveled from time to time, so it's hard to say if he really accepted a disciple.

Linglongzi shook her head, her face was cold, her attention was all on Xiao Shu, every sword, every action, and even every change in expression could not escape her eyes, whether martial arts were compared or not, although there were straw bales among the younger generation, there was no shortage of masters who really practiced hard, but in front of Xiao Shu, like a child, there was no power to fight back.

"Linglong?" Qing Xuanzi glanced at Linglongzi, Linglong is the most difficult to achieve artistic conception among the seven sons of Xuanji, so Tianjizi always asks him to pay more attention, don't let him go the wrong way, smart people are the most taboo to drill the tip of the horns, and they will not be able to pull it back when the time comes.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Linglongzi looked at Qing Xuanzi with a smile.

"It's hard to get back, you have to be cautious every step, and if you are really determined, you don't need to be afraid. Qing Xuanzi said softly, he would not try to persuade anything, he understood the pride and eagerness in Linglong's heart.

"Linglong has its own measure, senior brother doesn't have to worry about it. ”

The realm of martial arts in this realm is six grades, three mysteries, and one day.

Refining body skills, the first entry into the martial arts is for the next three grades, practicing the inner family, you can do the stele cracking stone, the move is proficient, it is the upper three grades, as for the three Xuan, from low to high.

Those who are mysterious are difficult to penetrate, and water and fire are not invaded, which is the extreme of external cultivation.

The earth mystery, the qi machine is released, and the sword is the top of the blade.

The heavenly mystery, the inner yuan is like the sea, and the qi runs through the long rainbow, which is the fruit of internal cultivation.

Dixuan's external cultivation is not necessarily stronger than human Xuan, and Tianxuan's understanding of swordsmanship is not necessarily deeper than Dixuan, but if you fight, it is mostly heaven and earth, and earth is better than people.

Further up is the celestial, this realm is already extraordinary, the soul is free, swimming in the nine skies, watching the sea at dusk, the sword and walking, the first glimpse of the way of immortality, so the heavens descend the calamity, just need to cross the sun to rise, if you force this world, you will be eaten by the way of heaven.

Can't comprehend the artistic conception, the six products are the limit of martial arts, the artistic conception is the bottleneck that every person who practices martial arts needs to face in the end, some people are difficult to achieve for a year, ten years, or even decades, whether it is swordsmanship, knife art, boxing or internal strength cultivation of the enlightenment is closely related to the artistic conception, the artistic conception is stagnant, and the martial arts cultivation is also difficult to improve.

For thousands of years, few people have been able to truly enter the realm of heaven and man, that is, those peerless masters, such as Qingzi Sword, Tianjue Qin, Laughing Swordsman and the like, are all Tianxuan, also commonly known as pseudo-heaven and man realm, mostly because the artistic conception has not been perfected, and they can't see the way of heaven.

If Sword Jun Yu Zihan hadn't woken up with Wang Yue's words back then, he was afraid that he would be dying of old age, and his sword cultivation would be dusty.

Most of the seven sons of Xuanji are even human Xuan, and Qiu Longzi even reaches the Dixuan, but the most intelligent Linglongzi is difficult to understand the artistic conception of half a point, above the six products, under the three Xuan, in an embarrassing situation that is neither high nor low, you can imagine how urgent her pursuit of artistic conception is.

This is not to practice martial arts and practice swords, you can let others teach, only you can take this step, no matter how powerful Tianjizi is, he can't help Linglongzi, he knows that his artistic conception may not be in line with Linglong's heart, if she is forced to understand, it will only cause a knot in her heart, unless Linglong is a pure heart, but it's a pity.

Linglong is not a fool, but she still chose this path, not only because of her self-esteem, but also because she didn't want to disappoint her master, and she didn't want to be ashamed of the name of the seven sons of Xuanji.

At the end of the day, Linglongzi followed Xiao Shu away, in the eyes of others, Xiao Shu really has a lot to do with Xuanjimen, but Qing Xuanzi saw it, and only sighed.

In Wucheng, Linzhou, a young man with a red umbrella and a fairy woman stood by the mirror lake for a long time.

The drizzle fell in the lake, stirring up ripples in circles and circles, neither of them held an umbrella, let the rain hit their bodies, the cold water blurred their vision, Xiao Shu was silent, Linglongzi was silent.

When the cold killing intent hit, Linglongzi felt palpitations for a while, and before she could turn her head, the sudden blade of the sword had already grazed the edge of her hair, along with a strand of black hair that had chopped through the rain.

"Are you scared?" Xiao Shu said coldly, slowly putting down the sword.

"Yes. Linglongzi's pale face seemed to be transparent in the rain, of course Xiao Shu would not kill her, but the killing intent was like a sharp blade penetrating this line of defense in Linglongzi's heart, and in an instant, he seemed to be dead.

"Go back, and don't come back to me. Xiao Shu smiled, and was about to put the sword into the sheath, but was grabbed by Linglongzi, and his cold hand, obviously without much strength, stopped the momentum of the sword.

"Come again. A smile appeared on Linglongzi's pale face, her eyes widened, let the rain flow in, no matter how sour she was, she couldn't blur everything she saw, she saw every drop of rain that fell, every person who passed by, but she just couldn't see through Xiao Shu's empty eyes, let alone where she was.

"Why?" Xiao Shu retracted his expression and asked in a cold voice.

"If you don't advance, it's better to die, retreat, and go to hell. Linglongzi was smiling, her beautiful face was smiling coldly, the smile was infiltrating, and the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time turned into a sword of ten million at this moment, tearing her makeup apart, leaving only bloody arrogance and self-esteem.