After the incident, he brushed off his clothes, and hid his body and name, but it was also quite free.

Murong Yu watched Luan Chengfeng's back disappear in front of him, and calmly walked along the winding path, continuing to walk forward, walking alone, this path was still empty, and there was not even a trace of anyone walking, at this time the sword had been returned to the sheath and hidden in the depths.

The poetry-like sunset, the wine-like sunset reflected on the path, everything seems so beautiful, leaving people with infinite reverie.

Murong Yu's movements were very steady and light, and he didn't make too much noise, he didn't want to disturb too many birds and insects in the forest. Although there were many birds and insects, all of which had disappeared without a trace in the fight, he still walked lightly.

He loves the vibe, he loves the natural taste.

It's not so much about liking as worrying. Yes, he was worried that he would be ambushed again.

No one dares to guarantee that the situation will not happen again, which means that everything may happen again.

Therefore, at this time, Murong Yu was unusually cautious, and he also walked extremely carefully, his hand holding the sword was a little sweaty, he was also very nervous, and even his lips were a little dry.

There is no one who is not afraid of the dangers that come from all around them, especially the unknown.

Obviously, his worries were unnecessary, and it didn't take long for him to reach the end of the road.

At the end of the road is a wide street, which is still crowded with people on both sides.

Taking advantage of the sunset that has not disappeared, you can already clearly see the gold-lettered signboard of the Yuelai Inn opposite.

No one noticed that there had been a fierce battle in this alley, and no one knew how tragic it was.

If no one had talked about it, this battle would never have happened.

There were no witnesses or injuries except for the stumps of flowers and plants all over the ground, so this matter naturally became insignificant.

Or maybe it was because, after a fierce battle, Murong Yu was not in the mood to continue shopping, so he returned to the inn early.

Although the night view in this Bashan City is also very beautiful, he is not in the mood to enjoy it.

Maybe it's because he's been through too many things in the past two days, and he looks unusually tired because of his nervous tension.

The inn is still full of people, lively, and full of people drinking and chatting.

A bottle of wine in the rivers and lakes can remember the people of the world.

Most of the people who walk the rivers and lakes are people who have left their hometowns, and how many people are not confused, and how many people are indignant people who have never met talents, and naturally there are some people who are drunk like mud.

Murong Yu went straight back to the room, he didn't open the window, although the room was very quiet, it was also a little dim.

He didn't light a candle, but took off his shoes and coat, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

In his mind, the swordsmanship used by Luan Chengfeng appeared countless times.

It is not only a kind of swordsmanship, but also a realm, a kind of momentum, there is a sword in the heart, and the void and the real are all swords.

Murong Yu knew very well in his heart that if he was black and white impermanence, he would have no way to avoid it, let alone escape from Luan Chengfeng's lightning-fast sword move.

Although it is just an ordinary sword move, there are not too many gorgeous fancy, simple and direct, without any mud and water, but the power is very amazing, and the speed is also extremely fast, it is not like a move that a person can use.

The world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable.

It is not difficult to understand that the key to this lies in the word "fast".

Only fast is not broken, this truth is very clear to everyone who walks the rivers and lakes, and it can also be said that women and children know it.

Murong Yu had seen this description of swordsmanship a long time ago, and he didn't quite understand the meaning of this passage at that time.

Now, he finally really saw it, and finally understood.

But what exactly is fast, and how can it be fast?

No one knows, and no one can describe in words the realm of unbreakable pleasure.

Fast is not just a word, but also a realm, but also a momentum.

Only by mastering this realm and momentum can we control the essence of fast, be at ease, and be proud of all beings.

Murong Yu was thinking about it while practicing Luan Chengfeng's sword moves in his mind, over and over again, from the first half-clumsiness to slowly becoming proficient, thinking and forgetting, forgetting and thinking.

In the end, even he couldn't remember how Luan Chengfeng used the sword, and then he couldn't remember what kind of sword style Luan Chengfeng used, until he simply forgot it completely.

I don't know how long it has been, the night has fallen, and loneliness has hit.

The dark night always makes people feel sad and depressed.

There was not a single light in the room, there was no fingers, and there was silence everywhere.

No one paid attention to how long it had passed, and no one had paid any attention to this phenomenon.

Time always passes quietly and silently, like water.

Murong Yu just sat quietly and meditated without saying a word, there was no sword light, no sword shadow, except for the passage of time, there was no change, everything seemed so calm and unremarkable.

Murong Yu really wanted to try how fast his sword was, and he also wanted to know how much there was still a gap between himself and Luan Chengfeng's fast sword, but he didn't draw his sword and try it, because he didn't want to disturb too many sleeping people because of his momentary thoughts.

This is very unpleasant for him.

So he didn't try to draw the sword, and even though the sword was right next to him, he still restrained his thoughts, and he didn't have the slightest confidence.

In his mind, Murong Yu had thought of many ways to fight Luan Chengfeng, and he didn't know how many times he had been defeated, and he didn't know how many times he had come back from the dead, and how many times he had died when he was born.

He still couldn't find a way to avoid Luan Chengfeng's fast sword.

That sword was a height he wanted to reach, but couldn't reach, at least not now.

Still, it was enough for him to change the way he used the sword.

He also understood how ridiculous and ridiculous his previous understanding of using a sword was.

He thought that the sword was just a weapon, as long as he learned the sword moves and had strong internal strength, he would be enough to defeat the enemy and be invincible.

Now it seems that the sword is not only a murder weapon, swordsmanship is also a murderous trick, a killing art, no matter how fancy your sword moves are, how strong the internal force can not hide the essence.

If your sword is not fast enough, even if you have a strong internal force, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not be defeated, on the contrary, as long as your sword is fast enough and has a sword momentum, even if you do not have a strong internal force, relying on ordinary sword moves alone is enough for you not to look so embarrassed when facing the enemy.

Therefore, if you want to be a qualified swordsman, you must first learn to judge, and the order, timing, and sword momentum of the sword moves are particularly important. Once you get the hang of it, things naturally get simpler.