The years are in a hurry, and in an instant, I don't know how much time has passed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mountain streams are murmuring, and the wildflowers are fragrant. The slopes are overgrown with miscellaneous trees, and there are even unknown butterflies flying around, adding infinite vitality to the place.

This is a nameless valley, and there are only Li Muqing and Yang Xiaofeng in the valley, just the two of them.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom and fall.

Yang Xiaofeng has been here for six years.

Six years is a long time, six years is a short time, and for Yang Xiaofeng, everything that happened six years ago seems like yesterday.

"Rustling ......"

It was the sound of a sword breaking through the wind, monotonous and boring, and sometimes harsh.

For six years, all that could be heard in the valley was this sound other than the birdsong.

In the past six years, Yang Xiaofeng has only done one thing except for some necessary activities such as eating—practicing swords.

Day and night, endless swords.

He barely slept much, except for sword practice and sword practice. Every time I was really tired and couldn't support it, I lay down on the spot to rest for a while, and after waking up, I continued to practice, regardless of life and death.

It's not so much that he's practicing swords, it's better that he's torturing himself. Only by constantly torturing himself can he have a moment of comfort in his heart. He is afraid that peaceful days will smooth out his edges and corners, he is afraid that time will make him forget his hatred, and he is even more afraid that one day he will forget his relatives in his memory.

Li Muqing never asked Yang Xiaofeng to do anything else. Basically, every day he collects medicinal herbs, hunts furs, and resells them every once in a while, or sometimes goes out to work for others to earn some money and even for living needs. In addition, in addition to collecting firewood, cooking and other chores, I can only watch Yang Xiaofeng practice swordsmanship.

The rising sun is warm and soft, bringing light to the world.

The morning breeze blew down a dead leaf from among the treetops, and it was excited by the sword qi and flew far away. The faint blue sword light flashed, and the dead leaves had fallen to the ground.

Yang Xiaofeng stopped the sword in his hand and glanced at the dead leaves, then took a step and walked away slowly. In the next moment, the originally intact leaf suddenly turned into powder and gradually drifted away with the wind.

He had just walked a few steps when he saw Li Muqing.

An old white cloth dress is dressed as a literati, Li Muqing's standard attire. Yang Xiaofeng may not have realized that the man who has lived with him for six years is already very old.

The little gray hair that was originally just two temples has already turned into a full head of snow white.

Everything has changed, things are not people, and it is no longer the way it used to be.

The only thing that remains unchanged is probably Li Muqing's smile. Always so kind, so kind.

In the days when his soul was tormented, Li Muqing cared for him and took care of him like a father to his son. That feeling gave him some warmth and comfort in his heart.

Even if he is an ordinary person with low intelligence, as long as he is serious enough and hard enough to do something, he will definitely succeed, not to mention a person with high understanding and willing to work hard.

Yang Xiaofeng has been practicing swords desperately in the past six years, and his swordsmanship has naturally reached an unprecedented height. However, for his swordsmanship attainments, Li Muqing has never recognized it.

Perhaps, in his opinion, Yang Xiaofeng's swordsmanship is just pediatrics.

And that's exactly what happened.

Yang Xiaofeng looked at Li Muqing, and then looked down at the sword in his hand.

A long sword made of dark iron, the sword body is very thin and light, and the entire sword body is azure blue from the hilt, emitting a faint blue sword light in the sunlight. The sword ear is a two-wheeled crescent moon, and this sword is called the "blue moon".

It was his mother's sword.

Li Muqing not only rescued Yang Xiaofeng's people in Qingshui Villa, but also took Mei Luoyun's sword.

This sword may no longer be just a sword, but an emotion.

Yang Xiaofeng's longing for his mother and his concern are all in this sword.

With the sword there, it made him feel as if his mother was by his side. It was only when the sword was in his hand that he could truly feel safe.

This sword also became Li Muqing's last impression of Mei Luoyun.

Looking up, Yang Xiaofeng looked at Li Muqing again.

The figure was thin and thin.

But in Yang Xiaofeng's heart, it is as great as a mountain. That is the support of his soul, and it is also a height that he can never surpass.

The next moment, the sword in his hand had pierced out, stabbing out silently.

This sword was fast, so fast that he couldn't see its shape clearly, and he only saw a cold light stabbing at Li Muqing's back.

Li Muqing didn't even look back, but moved lightly with one hand, and the sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand was already in his hand, and at the same time, he gently put it on Yang Xiaofeng's neck with a backhand move.

Is it still the same as before?

It's been six years, and he's been practicing hard day and night for six years, but the result is still the same as before?

was still snatched of the sword with just one move, and was put on his own neck.

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly felt that he was really useless. This is not once or twice, in the past six years, he has competed with Li Muqing countless times, but there will always be only such a result.

Fail.

Before he could make even one move, he was defeated, and he was completely defeated.

He didn't even see clearly how Li Muqing made a move, not once.

Once, twice, three times......

The result is the same every time, and every time he loses.

He has never made a single move under Li Muqing, and he will always just lose.

He has tried countless times, and he has lost countless times.

If he just loses all the time, how can he take revenge.

He lost not only his swordsmanship, but also his confidence. He's even starting to suspect that he's a useless piece of waste.

With a "bang", the sword was already in the sheath.

Li Muqing still didn't look back.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't understand.

He didn't understand why he tried so hard but still couldn't win, could it be that he hadn't made any progress at all after six years of hard training day and night?

Is he really just a useless piece of waste?

Li Muqing finally turned around.

He looked at Yang Xiaofeng for a long time, looking very carefully, as if he had just met the young man standing in front of him at this moment.

He could see that this was a strong, stubborn, and even somewhat paranoid young man. However, at this moment, he saw decadence, helplessness, and even a little despair in the young man.

Seeing this, Li Muqing suddenly smiled.

He stretched out his hand and patted Yang Xiaofeng's shoulder, and said in a very gentle tone: "Feng'er, you have practiced swordsmanship all these years, not only have you completely integrated your own 'Clear Water Sword Technique', 'Falling Snow Sword Technique' and the 'Shadowless Sword Technique' I taught you, and created a new set of swordsmanship, but also realized the technique of mutual play between the left and right hands. With your current martial arts attainments, I am afraid that you are already the first person among the young people of your generation, even if you look at the entire martial arts, you are definitely among the top ten."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaofeng suddenly sneered twice and pouted, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak.

In fact, he wanted to say, "Since my martial arts are already among the top ten even if I look at the entire martial arts, how can I not even go through a round under you." Do you think I'm still a three-year-old child, so easy to coax, hum ha......".

In fact, he didn't know that what Li Muqing said was indeed the truth.

Up to now, Li Muqing has retired from the rivers and lakes for more than 20 years, and long before he retired, he has been honored as the "Sword God", and his swordsmanship is almost the same as the first person in the world.

That is, only his father Yang Shuangzi, the first major faction in martial arts, and the young master of the current martial arts righteous path leader Miao Yifeng, who later took over as the head of the sect, is as famous as Murong Ke.

Moreover, after more than 20 years of retirement, Li Muqing's skill must have reached another level. Therefore, if he is easily defeated by a young junior, it will be a bit abnormal.

As if he understood what he was thinking at the moment, Li Muqing asked with a smile: "But do you know why you always lose with your current skills?"

Yang Xiaofeng didn't say anything, and sometimes not saying anything meant acquiescence.

He didn't know. If he knew, he wouldn't have lost.

"So do you want to know"?

Yang Xiaofeng acquiesced again.

Li Muqing was still smiling, but his tone suddenly became much more serious, and the words he said sounded very mysterious:

"You are too hardworking, too desperate, and you only want to practice your swordsmanship to the realm of supernatural perfection, so that all your thoughts are only focused on the move itself. You focus too much on the sword itself, and ignore what is outside the sword, or what is outside the sword."

Yang Xiaofeng frowned slightly, indicating that he still didn't understand. Since I don't understand, I naturally have to ask, and said coldly: "I don't understand, is it wrong for me to work hard to practice the sword?"

Li Muqing shook his head and said: "Of course, there is nothing wrong with working hard, but everything has a gradual process, and blindly rushing to achieve results can sometimes backfire, or even go crazy."

Yang Xiaofeng agreed. Indeed, he was really anxious, and then asked, "And what are the things you say are other than sword moves?"

Li Muqing said lightly: "Let's put it this way, a person who doesn't understand martial arts is to give him a peerless sword, and that won't help." But if he is a top master with excellent martial arts, even if he has a wooden sword made of wood chips, he can also control the enemy and hurt people. Isn't that the truth"?

Yang Xiaofeng acquiesced again.

"Therefore, the key to swordsmanship is not in the sword itself, nor in the sword moves. Because the sword is dead, the move is even dead. No matter how subtle the move, as soon as it is used, it becomes a dead move. Only by not sticking to the move itself, transcending the move, and being preemptive, braking with static, and winning with no moves, can he really be regarded as a top swordsman. Therefore, if you want to reach the highest level of swordsmanship, the first thing you have to do is to let go of the sword in your hand, and don't let it become your fetters, let alone let it become your restraints. The same goes for sword moves, which are the most useful moves only if you put aside the changes in the move itself and see through the essence of the move. No matter how complicated and complicated the move changes, its ultimate goal is actually the same---- to hurt the enemy. In other words, the simplest moves are also the most practical. Therefore, a true top master will never have too many fancy tricks when he makes a move. Therefore, if you want to defeat the enemy, you must have enough patience, wait for the right time, and learn to strike at the right time, so as to defeat the enemy with one move. Just like static braking, you have to make the moves less complicated and simpler, so that the same can respond to all changes, and there are no moves to win."

Yang Xiaofeng only felt like an initiation for a moment, and Li Muqing's words made him suddenly.