"If I don't do it, won't I never leave, and if I kill him instantly, then what's the point of you leaving me?" Xiao Shu didn't take the sword thrown by the mad Taoist and let it fall in front of him.

"If you don't do it, I'll do it, kill me in an instant? The young man said indifferently, took the long sword, and stabbed at Xiao Shu with his backhand.

Xiao Shu didn't want this clay puppet to be as thoughtful as a real person, so he picked up the sword with one kick, just blocked the sword through the chest, reached out and held the hilt of the sword, and the autumn moon came out of the trend, straight to the young man's heart.

"Bell"

The sword that was originally intended to be won was blocked, the same speed, the same sword technique, Xiao Shu did not admit his mistake, this young man used the same sword technique to block himself.

Xiao Shu doesn't believe in evil, the sword is like the wind, although he can't do it like a white envoy, but the Dao sword light is not a fake, and he greets the young man directly, but in the same way, every sword is blocked, and even worse, the original offensive gradually turned to a defensive position after the sword momentum was handed over.

"All the Dharma is empty, all kinds of void appearances, only the self is true, and the rest of the Dharma is false. The madman didn't care, he sat cross-legged on the futon and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Two identical teenagers, I don't know how long they fought in this Taoist temple, the sword in their hands was broken for an unknown number of times, Xiao Shu was hungry to eat the fruit on the altar, tired to practice Ziyang True Solution, this is the only quiet time, once he finished resting, the young man once again provoked him, tireless.

The only good thing is that the white envoy's swordsmanship has been practiced very well, and because of the long-term high-intensity fighting, his body is more than a little stronger than the original, and the most short internal strength cultivation can no longer be limited to him.

But even if Xiao Shu made such progress, he couldn't win the boy in front of him who was the same as himself, and the six swords were cast over and over again, but he found one thing, at the beginning, his swordsmanship was not proficient, and the young man was not proficient in it, and he was completely carved out of the same mold as himself, but at this moment, the swordsmanship of the two of them was freely displayed, connecting the clouds and flowing smoothly, and the changes were from the heart.

There is no sun and moon in the view, and spring and autumn do not know the year.

The enemy is not the young man in front of him, Xiao Shu was still a little anxious at first, but as time passed, he was no longer anxious, he responded calmly, and he was selfless, his heart was unhindered, he no longer remembered the white envoy, no longer remembered Fang Jin, he didn't remember why he came here, why he was here, and he was about to forget who he was.

The mad man sat down on the futon and never got up, as if he had become a sculpture, if it weren't for Xiao Shu's breath, he would have thought that this person had sat down.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. In the middle of the night, the morning goes. When you come like a spring dream, you go to the clouds and have nowhere to go. ”

I don't know how long he sat cross-legged, the madman suddenly spoke, which really scared Xiao Shu, and was almost injured by the young man in front of him, as soon as he stopped his sword, the young man also put away his sword and stood, this young man only said one sentence from the beginning to now, the madman is like a dead man, and the clothes and hair on which he sat are dusty, if it weren't for Xiao Shu's forgetfulness, loneliness and loneliness didn't feel at all for him, and if he was someone else, he was afraid that he would have already gone crazy.

"Are you...... Who?" Xiao Shu stared at the madman, he couldn't remember who this person was, he only knew that this person had been sitting there motionless.

"Who are you?" the madman asked Xiao Shu with a smile, he could naturally see that the realm of selflessness was already stable, this was what he wanted, if it was such an unstable state of mind at the beginning, once it made a mistake, it would be difficult to extricate itself from the demon barrier, and eventually self-destruct, after all, Wang Yue still had a catastrophe on him.

"I, I am...... I'm Xiao Shu. Those memories seemed to be accumulated in the depths of his mind, and Xiao Shu lowered his head and thought about it for a long time before remembering what his name was.

"Do you know why you can't beat him?" ......the madman stretched, stood up, and the dust fell, sneezing several times.

"He is me, I can't beat myself, naturally I can't beat him. Xiao Shu knows exactly what the problem is, but knowing where the problem is does not mean that it can be solved.

"No, it's not that you can't defeat yourself, you just don't have the determination to kill him, kill yourself, you have many opportunities to kill him, just because the person in front of you is not someone else, it's yourself, you think that you have nothing to worry about when you take out the sword, but in fact, it is not someone else who needs to be killed in the end, it is yourself. ”

Xiao Shu was silent, although he wanted to refute, but carefully recalled that this was indeed the case, if he was really determined to kill him, then the easiest way was to attack without defending, because the two of them had the same moves, and the flaws exposed were generally the same, they could find it, and the other party was the same, but if they did so, they would end up together.

"Still hesitating!

Xiao Shu's body was shocked, there were no distracting thoughts, he forgot his name, the wind was blowing, the sun and the moon were not visible, and the rain and snow were not stained by a cool breeze at this moment, it was not the wind, but the invisible sword intent, that is, the crazy Taoist people felt the pressure of the steep increase.

The crazy Taoist pays attention to every subtle movement of Xiao Shu, every expression, and even the trembling of the hair, a person sincerely practices into the way of the sword, but if there is no one to guide him, it is difficult to break the cocoon after all, and the state of mind is the same, if Xiao Shu is allowed to do so, then forgetting me is not forgetting me, but it is just a desperate forgetfulness.

Xiao Shu at this moment has no weakness, because he has forgotten himself, only the sword in his hand entrusts him with everything, victory is life, defeat is death, and there is no choice when the sword intent rises to the extreme.

Two swords stabbed out at the same time.

The sword momentum is not fast, but before it touches it, the two swords have begun to change, they are looking for each other's flaws, countering, countering, and countering, without a single move, and their hearts have been fighting for countless rounds.

In the eyes of people who don't know kendo, it's not exciting, and it's not intense.

But if it is purely based on the way of the sword, every change in them is a sword of killing, only because it is not someone else in front of them, but themselves, so the sword momentum is so changeable.

The sword was getting closer and closer, Xiao Shu's mind was blank, he clearly saw the flaw of the young man opposite, and if he dropped the sword, at the same time that his sword pierced his throat, his sword would also pierce itself.

A familiar scene, if it was in the past, he would inevitably take a defensive position, but today, he remembered what the white envoy said when he first passed on his swordsmanship: "If the heart has nothing to worry about, you can only take out the sword, if the heart is dirty, the sword will be weak, and it will hurt your body." ”

Between life and death, there is no longer a distance in this moment.

The cold blade of the sword instantly pierced the throat of the young man opposite, and he could even clearly see the blood splattering on his face, but in the last moment, for some reason, the young man's sword was half a point slower.

Isn't that what you are?

"The sword has no regrets, you are me, but I am not you. The young man in front of him looked at Xiao Shu, and there seemed to be relief in his eyes.

The sword in his heart only pierced half an inch, and the young man's fair face cracked inch by inch, and the sword in his hand fell suddenly, and finally turned into incense ash and scattered all over the ground.

Xiao Shu touched his cheeks, the originally hot blood had become a faint incense ash mark at this moment, the wound on his chest was no longer painful, and there was no trace of blood when he looked down, so he really understood what the realm of selflessness was, not the ignorance when he was forcibly brought into the artistic conception by the white envoy, and it was only now that he had his own kendo, and the memories that were sealed in his mind emerged one by one.

Nearly three feet of hair and sword marks all over the ground were engraved on his growth, Xiao Shu picked up the sword and cut off his hair and tied his long hair behind him.

"Can I go?" Xiao Shu asked coldly.

"This is natural, I won't stop you, just remember the old saying, don't forget the original intention. The mad Taoist waved his hand, the fog rose in front of Xiao Shu's eyes, the original Taoist temple dissipated like smoke, and the surroundings turned into mass graves again, exactly the same as at the beginning, the only difference is that Xiao Shu was the only one standing here at this moment, leaving alone in the dusk and sunset.