Although he has the determination, how to cut this tree, He Weiji is still at a loss. He gestured left and right at the tree for a long time, but he never understood how to cut it without sword or breath, and without touching it.

By the mind?

"What kind of bad idea did Qi Heng come up with, you, a small Zhou Tian Realm cultivator, can use your sword intent to split a big tree in the air?"

"Ancestor, you just said sword intent?"

"Qi Hengduan doesn't use a sword, and he doesn't use real power, so isn't that just using sword intent to split that boulder. ”

He Weiji stopped the meaningless movements in his hand and began to think: Sword intent, what is it?

Although it was not the first time he had heard this word, he had always thought that this was probably something similar to the inner will of the person who used the sword, but now it seems that the sword intent can also be like the substance, and even the sword intent alone can hurt the enemy?

Qi Hengduan sat under the tree, watching He Weiji wave his hand at the trunk of the tree for a while, and scratching his ears and cheeks for a while, and couldn't help laughing. Seeing that He Weiji was clueless, Juelong couldn't help but say: "He is still a Zhou Tianjing monk, the golden pill is not finished, and he can't even know the sword, so let him delve into this pure spiritual power, it's too early." ”

Qi Heng said: "I figured it out with the flying sword, and the flying sword is indeed the most superficial use of spiritual power. But if you don't tie the golden pill, you can't resist the sword, it's a shackle on the cultivation of the Dao, but it's not a shackle on the spiritual power. The mind and cultivation are two ladders, although those who cultivate to a high level are often more powerful, but they are not absolute. ”

Juelong glanced at He Weiji and said, "You have confidence in this kid?"

"Haha, of course Lao Tzu is confident. Didn't you hear him say it, the nameless Yu Jue is in his body, he is reborn immediately after death, he has time, and he also has opportunities, no matter how dull a person is, he can't stand the time to survive. ”

"That nameless jade jue can come back to life and reverse time, you are about to die in Jiuquan, don't you want to move?"

"Tempting, what kind of heart?" Qi Hengduan smiled, "That jade jue has already turned into a mark on his chest, is it possible that I am a dignified immortal, and I still want to peel his skin and rip his flesh? Even if I really go to rip it, what if I eat it? Don't say whether it is useless, I can't do such a thing as drinking blood." ”

"Six thousand years of cultivation, once in vain, isn't it a pity?"

"It's a pity, of course it's a pity. However, life and death are fate, success or failure is in the sky, Lao Tzu has practiced for thousands of years, can't I see this little thing? I can't cross the level of asking for the Taoist tribulation, but this kid-" Qi Hengduan pointed to He Weijidao, "In the future, he will stand at the top of the living world." ”

But now, he can't even cut down a tree. ”

Qi Hengduan closed his eyes, leaned against the tree behind him, and said with emotion: "The nine-story platform starts from the soil, the wood of the hug is born at the end of the millennium, and the true immortal is also a mortal when he is born." Brother Juelong, I can't see it, you watch for me, this kid will definitely do something great in the future. ”

After thinking hard and practicing all day in the back mountain, he still didn't touch a little doorway, He Weiji saw that it was getting late, so he said goodbye to Qi Hengduan and Juelong, and returned to the patriarch's courtyard.

In the thatched house, the tables and chairs are furnished as in the previous life, and the words "pure and self-controlled, heaven and earth for a long time" written by the ancestor of Changli are still hanging on the wall.

He Weiji's heart was full of sword intent, and he had no intention of appreciating the ink treasure of the ancestral master, but just looked at the origin of this character in a daze. I don't know if he was too tired during the day, but at this moment his mind was in a trance, and a trace of spiritual power in the ignorance probed outward, and it was touching the words of the patriarch.

Suddenly, a loud sword sound sounded in He Weiji's ears, and he suddenly came back to his senses, only to see a sword shadow rushing towards him. He Weiji immediately flew up, kicked the flying stool forward, and when his body was stable, he looked forward again, the courtyard was quiet, the moonlight was like water, and there was no sword shadow.

"What's wrong with me, hallucinating?" he said back to the hut, seating his stool upright, and chewing on what had just happened. At this time, Wu Buru was also awakened by his actions, and couldn't help scolding: "Little rabbit cub, Ancestor, I just fell asleep, what are you talking about here?"

He Weiji knew that Wu Buru had always been of this nature, so he didn't care, he just looked at the words on the wall that left the ancestor, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, I know what sword intent is!"

Wu was stunned for a moment and asked, "You know?"

"Sword intent, it's in the words of Changli Patriarch!" He Weiji found out and couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Just now I was in a trance, and in this painting, I saw the sword light and sword shadow coming towards me, just like the real thing." It's just a painting, there is neither a sword nor a qi, and I haven't touched it, but I can see the shadow of the sword in it, isn't this the sword intent?"

Wu Wuun muttered: "Leave sword intent in the words, this kind of thing Ancestor has indeed heard of, and there were many sword immortals who could do it back then." You, the patriarch of the Qingxu Sect, are barely a master of swordsmanship, and it is not impossible to write a few words that contain a bit of sword intent. But you cleaned this courtyard for a year in your previous life, and I didn't see you see any 'sword intent' in the words?"

"Presumably it was because I was overworked today, and I unconsciously exuded a trace of mental power, and when I touched this character, it caused the sword intent in the word to rebound. Whether that's the case or not, I'll try again. ”

In fact, He Weiji's hard training for a day was not fruitless, at least in the use of spiritual power, he had just touched the threshold. At this time, he slightly poked out a mental power, and gently touched the ink treasure of the ancestor of Changli, and immediately a sharp sword light appeared in front of him, coming straight to his eyebrows. He Weiji hurriedly withdrew his mental power, and the sword light disappeared immediately.

And so it was.

Seeing that He Weiji was overjoyed, Wu Unruly sneered: "You are trying to find out a trace of mental power in order to provoke the sword intent to rebound, but if you want to split that big tree, do you still expect the ruthless and sexless wood to give you the power of your mind?"

He Weiji looked at these eight big characters and said with a smile: "Ancestor's words are wrong. What Changli Patriarch wrote is 'Clear Void Self-Defense, Heaven and Earth for a long time', aiming to warn the descendants of the Qingxu Sect to be clear and indifferent, restrained and sharp, then the sword intent on this word is naturally introverted. If I hadn't taken the initiative to provoke with the power of my mind, the sword intent in the words would not have emerged, so in normal times, this is just an ordinary ink treasure. ”

"You mean?"

"The sword intent in the word "Chang Li" has the meaning of being clear and distant, but it does not mean that all the sword intent in this world must be like this. What kind of person is Qi Hengduan's predecessor, and how can his sword intent be so restrained?"

"Sword intent is the power of the mind of the sword learner, the power of the mind is strong to a certain extent, it can be condensed into substance, and the broken wood hurts people?" Wu Buru muttered to himself, "It is indeed a little interesting, but it is also tedious, no wonder the old master has been too lazy to learn the sword all his life." ”

He Weiji walked out the door and pulled up a weed from the ground.

Wu Unruly didn't know why: "Stinky boy, what are you doing pulling out the grass?"

"Even if I know what sword intent is, and I want to rely on this meager mental power, I don't want to break the giant tree that the two of them are hugging together. As the so-called nine-story platform starts from the soil, and the wood of the hug is born at the end of the millennium, I will pull out a 'millennium', and I can split it with the sword intent, and then go to split the hugging wood. ”

"You kid, aren't you in a hurry now?"

"Isn't the lesson of the previous two lives enough, there are many things that cannot be rushed, such as cultivation. He Weiji put this weed on the table, but he was not in a hurry to practice, but poured a bowl of water first and drank it leisurely.

"I'm dull, but if I was given several times as much time, I wouldn't be able to do what others could do. ”

"What's more, the last thing I lack right now is time. ”