At nightfall, a figure climbed over several palace walls and arrived at Ye Gucheng's mansion, although there was a pass token given by Ye Gucheng, Mo Xiaolou still felt that it was more convenient to go over the wall directly.

In the courtyard, Ye Gucheng was sitting at the stone table waiting for him, there was a pot of wine on the table, and the two wine glasses were already full.

"Sir. Ye Gucheng stood up and saluted respectfully.

Mo Xiaolou jumped down from the wall and quipped: "Another big salute, aren't you afraid that little guy will be upset for you?"

The little guy he said was the prince of Nanwang. When Mo Xiaolou came last time, Ye Gucheng also treated him as a disciple, but unfortunately he happened to be seen by the prince of Nanwang.

As Ye Gucheng's apprentice, how could he be convinced when he saw that his master was actually making a disciple salute to a young man who looked a few years older than himself?

Xiao Shizi did not hide his dissatisfaction with Mo Xiaolou, and actually proposed to compete with him in swordsmanship to test his results.

The result is obvious, it is said that Xiao Shizi can't get out of bed yet.

Ye Gucheng smiled bitterly, "Children are not sensible, you don't need such a heavy hand." ”

Mo Xiaolou frowned and said, "I have already shown mercy to my subordinates...... Besides, sometimes letting children suffer a little loss is also a kind of education. ”

Ye Gucheng was speechless, Mo Xiaolou sat down and picked up his wine glass and said: "I taught you a lot of kendo theories yesterday, it is better for you to practice today, I will see what shortcomings there are from your sword moves." ”

Taking a sip of wine, Mo Xiaolou asked with interest, "I heard that you have a trick called Flying Immortals Outside the Sky?"

"Not bad. Ye Gucheng nodded, "But this trick is a start-up, and it can still be sent but not received." ”

"It doesn't matter. Mo Xiaolou put the wine glass aside, nodded and said, "Let's start." ”

"Good. Ye Gucheng was concise, took off the long sword from his back, and gently pulled out the sword, the gentle movement seemed to be holding not a sword, but a lover's hand.

Qiang –

With a clear voice and a long sword in his hand, Ye Gucheng's temperament changed dramatically in an instant, with a compelling edge.

"This sword is an overseas cold sword elite, with broken hair, a sword blade of three feet and three feet, and a net weight of six catties and four taels. ”

He jumped up and rose to the bright moon in the night sky, as his name suggests, Ye Gucheng, who rose into the sky, was indeed like a god. Even, when he rose to the top, even Mo Xiaolou faintly felt a threat.

The sword was frosty, and the long sword stabbed out, emitting a terrifying sonic boom from top to bottom, and the entire space seemed to be torn apart by something, giving people the illusion that the space was collapsing.

Ye Gucheng is worthy of being the most outstanding swordsman of our time, and it can be seen that he is an expert.

The blade of the sword trembled, and the tip of the sword turned into a cold light, shooting directly at Mo Xiaolou.

Bite!

Mo Xiaolou raised his right hand and lightly tapped it on the tip of Ye Gucheng's sword. The whole space, with this action, instantly changed from movement to stillness.

"Good swordsmanship. Mo Xiaolou exclaimed, looked at Ye Gucheng seriously and said: "Purely in terms of moves, this move can already be called unparalleled in the world, but it's a pity...... You're not sincere......"

He paused, "Such a pure sword move gives people a sense of transcendence and etherealism, but as a sword maker, your state of mind is trapped by the world, which makes it difficult to exert the true power of this move." ”

Ye Gucheng put away his sword and sighed: "If you want to be honest with people, it is difficult to be sincere with the sword." ”

Mo Xiaolou nodded and said, "Since ancient times, it has been difficult. ”

Ye Gucheng frowned, and said in his heart: I don't even have a woman I love, where can I start when I'm sad? What I want to pass is obviously another level......

But this kind of thing, of course, he will not take the initiative to mention.

"Your swordsmanship is resolute and refined, and you have an indomitable momentum. As a swordsman, this is a very good quality. Mo Xiaolou commented casually: "However, I have observed that every time you swing your sword, there will be a sense of fear in your heart, no, to be precise, it is not fear, but doubt." This is in no way in line with your character. What are you afraid of, what are you worried about?"

Ye Gucheng was shocked in his heart, he could actually see what I was thinking from my sword moves?

The man in front of him is probably more terrifying than he imagined.

He knows his own affairs, and since he agreed to the matter of King Nan, his sword is no longer pure. The reason why he has doubts about swinging a sword is also because he loves swords.

He thought he was no longer a pure swordsman, and he was no longer worthy of a sword. So every time I swing the sword, I feel guilty, guilty about the sword.

"Sit down first. Mo Xiaolou pointed to the opposite side, and after he sat down, he poured him a glass of wine, "As a martial artist, when you are at a low level, your moves are better than your skills, and when you are at a high level, your skills will begin to surpass your skills." But if you want to be enlightened, you must first focus on the state. If the mood is not clear, the attack will be sluggish, and the movements will be stiff, even if there are powerful moves, it will be difficult to exert their power. ”

Ye Gucheng drank the wine in the cup and said solemnly: "How to do it, please ask Mr. to solve your doubts." ”

"If it were someone else, I would have taught him in countless ways. But you can only rely on your own words. Mo Xiaolou looked into his eyes, "You are too confident, too persistent, in short, you like to live in your own world, and it is difficult to communicate." In one word......"

After thinking about it, Mo Xiaolou asked, "Do you want me to tell the truth?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Sir, please speak." ”

"Stupid. Mo Xiaolou shrugged his shoulders, "Stupidity is the most incorrigible. If you hadn't been kind to me, I wouldn't have accepted you for anything. ”

Ye Gucheng frowned, slightly angry in his heart. He had been in a high position for a long time, and he had never heard such offensive words, so he couldn't help but be a little unconvinced: "Why did Mr. say this?"

Mo Xiaolou smiled slightly, waved his hand without warning, ingested the scabbard behind Ye Gucheng into his hand, and pulled out the sword with a "bang".

"The blade of the sword is three feet three, and the net weight is six pounds and four taels. Hehe......"

Click-

"What are you doing!" Ye Gucheng shouted angrily and jumped up, his face flushed with anger.

In Mo Xiaolou's hands, this sword, which was blown off and forged by overseas cold iron, had been shattered inch by inch.

Ye Gucheng loves the sword like his life, this sword has accompanied him for many years, and it can be said to be the most cherished thing in his life. But at this moment, he was unprepared and watched as the sword, into which he had poured his feelings for countless years, breaked, shattered, and turned into powder......

At this moment, the Baiyun City Lord, who was famous all over the world, white and flawless, and as cold as the ice and snow of the distant mountains, seemed to have become an ordinary person, and sat down on the ground with a pop, his eyes blank.

Mo Xiaolou clapped his hands and said disdainfully: "No matter how powerful the sword is, it is just a piece of stupid iron, how can a person be controlled by a sword?

Mo Xiaolou's voice was low, with the fluctuations unique to the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa, "Flying Immortals from the Sky...... When I say that you are insincere, I do not mean that you are not sincere with the sword, but that you are not sincere with others and yourself. ”

Boom –

Ye Gucheng's tiger body trembled violently, it was undeniable that when he saw his sword destroyed by Mo Xiaolou, at that moment, there was pain, persistence, unwillingness, and anger...... There is even killing intent.

However, after all this series of emotions passed, he suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be a big deal.

If the sword is gone, it will be gone, so what?

He felt as if his chest was on fire, and his whole body trembled with excitement. For the first time since the completion of kendo, he felt a feeling of breaking the routine and breaking through the bottleneck.

Jumping out of the realm of the sword, I really came into contact with the Tao!

In an instant, he was like a fire, and the battle intent in his whole body seemed to be ignited. The spiritual brilliance that burst out of his body was as bright as a diamond.

"Sir, take me another sword-"

"Good!"

Ye Gucheng had no sword in his hand, but he himself seemed to have turned into a resolute and unyielding sword. If Ye Gucheng at the beginning was cold on the snow-capped mountain all year round, then at this moment, he was like the magma gushing under the snow-capped mountain, scorching and crazy.

The temperament has changed from extreme yin to extreme yang, which is a manifestation of great progress!

jumped into the air again, and then disappeared from Mo Xiaolou's sight in an instant.

The next moment, a powerful force descended from the sky and stabbed straight towards Mo Xiaolou with a violent roar.

Mo Xiaolou's face was serious, and the Dream Cutting Knife had slipped into his hand at some point.

Rumble!

Swing your knife and strike each other.

Flying sand and rocks, dancing in the wind.

The entire courtyard was reduced to ruins in an instant. Only the place where Mo Xiaolou and Ye Gucheng, who are the central meeting points, is calm, as if nothing has happened.

The wine was still lying quietly on the table, and not even a drop of the wine in the glass was spilled.

"Thank you, Master!" Ye Gucheng suddenly bowed down, and at the same time called "Master" for the first time, no longer "Sir".

Don't underestimate the difference between this one title, which means something very different.

"Sit. ”

The Dream Cutting Knife had already been put away, and Mo Xiaolou motioned for Ye Gucheng to sit down again, and the wine jug on the stone table was just enough to fill the last two glasses of wine. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "The Heavens Start from the Tang Dynasty" for free for the first time.