"Master, are you leaving?"

Seeing Qiu Lin turn around and prepare to leave, Sima Wuregret asked subconsciously. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whether this kung fu can be learned or not, it depends on your chance and understanding, I have nothing to say, remember not to force the moves, but to understand the sword intent with your heart. ”

Sima Wu regretted holding his hands, he personally experienced the knife technique of cutting the wind and clouds, and naturally understood the value of this knife technique, if the first knife technique in the world twenty years ago was the thunder knife method, then twenty years later, this sword cutting cloud will definitely not be under the thunder knife method.

"There is one more thing, before you have cultivated the first layer of sword intent, you must not reveal to anyone that you are the disciple of the old man, you know?"

Although Sima Wuregret didn't know why Qiu Lin asked him like this, he still responded happily.

"Then," Qiu Lin took out a sigil from his pocket, with five tiger paw prints on it, overlapping each other, "This is a token of the Five Tiger Sect, if a disciple in the sect makes trouble for you in the future, you can show him this item, and he will retreat." ”

"Thank you, master. ”

Sima Wuregret happily took the mark, he didn't think about it anymore, but when he saw Qiu Xuanshui in the future, Qiu Pan and the two could call them their nephews in person, so for this moment, Sima Wuregret was determined to quickly practice the first layer of sword intent.

"The old man is gone, goodbye!"

Qiu Lin jumped off the small dirt slope with a kick, the voice wandered behind him, and Sima Wu regretted looking down, but he still couldn't see the figure. I'm so afraid that the light work has disappeared between words.

An adventure made Sima Wuregret still be excited at this time, he calmed down, and slowly realized the knife intent dictated by Qiu Lin, but he didn't understand it for a long time, and what made him even more suspicious was what this sword intent was? If the blade, the knife momentum, the sword might, Sima Wuregret can understand, but this sword intent, can't be seen or touched, let alone said, how can this be cultivated?

When Sima Wuregret was helpless, the bustling crowd at the city gate became more and more, and the natural flow of people increased at noon, Sima Wuregret realized that he had been out of the inn for a long time, so he put down the knife technique, and first joined Yang Fei and them, thinking that Han Feng had not even learned the fur for eight years, and he wanted to learn it in one day, which was really a little overwhelming.

When he returned to the inn, Yang Fei and the others were already eating, and the table was full of a lot of local specialties.

First slept beautifully, and then had a big meal, everyone knows that Liangzhou is the last place where you can live in peace on this trip, after leaving Liangzhou, I'm afraid the road is not so easy to walk, although you won't lose your life, but it is inevitable to suffer a little. So Liangzhou City is more like letting everyone take a good rest and get ready to break into the Great West.

The distance between Liangzhou and Xingzhou is not far, but in order to avoid sleeping outside as much as possible, the plan of the group is to stay in Liangzhou City for another night and set off early the next morning. So if you calculate it like this, there will be more than half a day, and after the rest, everyone will go about their own business.

The afternoon time is not short, but except for Faye Wong and Aunt Zhao, everyone chose to stay in the inn, Li Fengchen had a meal and practiced his internal skills cross-legged in bed early, yesterday's fatigue really made him have no intention to continue to practice internal strength, so this afternoon's time must be made up, for Zhao Er's age, it is difficult to continue to improve his internal strength, so he chose to continue to rest, and he can only walk the back road after he has enough spirit.

On the other side, just arrived in the room, Sima Wuregret's confused face attracted Yang Fei's attention, but he didn't say anything, everyone has their own secrets, Sima Wuregret disappeared for a morning for no reason, and something was bound to happen.

"Brother Yang, what kind of thing do you say the knife intent is?"

Sima Wuregret was lying on the bed, thinking about the knife intent formula Qiu Lin gave him in the morning, but he couldn't figure it out. Thinking about it, Yang Fei was still well-informed, but he promised Qiu Lin that he couldn't say anything about his master.

"I haven't heard of sword intent, but I've heard of sword intent. After the level of the general move reaches the transformation realm, he will add his own artistic conception to the move, and the swordsman calls this artistic conception the sword intent. So I guess the sword intent should mean the same thing. ”

Yang Fei's answer also made Sima Wuregret plausible, as if he understood, but he didn't understand anything.

"Do you remember Wang Yishan in Yuci?"

"Remember, remember. ”

"At that time, when he fought against the three tyrants of Changjiazhuang, he once showed his sword intent, but it was a pity that in addition to his moves, his internal strength, arm strength and body skills were really ...... Otherwise, it wouldn't be impossible to defeat those three earth overlords. ”

"That's sword intent?!"

Sima Wuregret remembered that when Wang Yishan drew his sword at that time, he did feel the slightest chill, and this chill had a soul-stirring feeling, which was the sword intent of the Ink Sword Immortal.

Yang Fei nodded, although he had already touched the threshold of the transformation realm in his moves, but after all, there was still a long way to go before the artistic conception, not to mention Sima Wu, who had not even reached the initial realm, and the artistic conception was too far and too far for him.

"So everyone's mood is different?"

"I guess so. ”

I don't know why Sima Wuregret suddenly became interested in the artistic conception, but Yang Fei knew that to reach this level, it was necessary to have a long period of study and an extremely in-depth understanding of the moves, and it was definitely not a level that their group of young people who had just reached the age of twenty could touch.

"In any case, it's too early for us to talk about the artistic conception," Yang Fei turned to think about it, Sima Wuregret must have encountered this problem when he was practicing the Tempest Sword Technique, if so, it can explain why Han Feng couldn't practice the Tempest Sword Technique for eight years after getting the Knife Spectrum, "Is it related to the Tempest Sword Technique that Brother Sima asked?"

Sima Wuregret nodded, thinking that Qiu Lin is really powerful, the knife technique created by studying for 20 years is really not ordinary, this knife technique will talk about the artistic conception as soon as it comes up, and the whole knife technique is divided into four artistic conceptions. Absolutely no one can understand it, so it seems that he is far from the first layer of sword intent and the downwind knife.

I used to dislike this knife technique and didn't enter the stream, but now I really know how powerful this knife technique is, but I find that I can't practice it at all, according to Yang Fei, don't think about practicing it within ten years, and Sima Wu's self-esteem has been seriously hit at this time.

In fact, no matter what kind of kung fu it is, it takes enough time to immerse in it, otherwise it will be impossible to understand the changes and mysteries at all, and it is too difficult for a stunned young man like Sima Wuregret to reach such a state of artistic conception. Yang Fei is a pragmatic person, so naturally he will not advocate that Sima Wu regret directly doing something out of line. In Yang Fei's thoughts, practice requires down-to-earth, although Sima Wuregret's progress has far exceeded Yang Fei's imagination.

"Hey!"

Sima Wuregret is a little disappointed in himself, whether it is leg skills or palm skills recently, Sima Wuregret has made rapid progress, and he is indeed a little dizzy, and the knife technique in front of him seems to be a mountain that cannot be crossed at this time.

"Your kid is so successful in all kinds of kung fu that you have to touch the nails. ”

Sima smiled without regrets, this laugh was both joking and embarrassing.

An afternoon of time passed quickly, Yang Fei sorted out the information at hand, once they left Liangzhou, anything unexpected might happen, and there are also many martial arts masters in the country of Fanbang, such a person's kung fu is likely to be very strange, if there is not enough preparation, he may suffer a big loss. Compared with Yang Fei's calmness, Sima Wuregret is much more radical, the realm of the Nine Heavens Thunder Palm Double Heaven Sima Wuregret feels that he has stabilized, and all he needs now is an opportunity, a real combat opportunity that can be used by him.

Liangzhou is a relatively arid place, and it doesn't rain too much, but tonight is a little different, Sima Wuregret and his party have just had dinner, and the sky is already dark, as if a storm is coming.

"It seems that tonight is going to be windy, so let's rest early, and we will leave early tomorrow morning. ”

Zhao Er pulled all the horses into the stable early, prepared for the heavy rain at night, and took care of all the luggage on the car, so he set off when the sun turned on the next day.

"Brother Li, how do I feel that something big is going to happen tonight?"

Yang Fei's feeling has always been very accurate, so he told Li Fengchen about his uneasiness, even if there is one more person who has some preparation in his heart.

"Brother Yang is worried too much, what else can happen in this ghost place in Liangzhou?"

Li Fengchen has always been very confident in his kung fu, if it is in Jiangnan, Central Plains or Hebei, maybe he is still a little afraid, but this west is out of the middle of the country, what other masters can there be.

"Brother Li is really open-minded......"

Although Yang Fei couldn't imagine that there would be any strong winds and waves in this place, he said goodbye to Li Fengchen and returned to his house. But in the middle of the night, Yang Fei still couldn't sleep, and his heart became more and more worried.

"Brother Yang," Sima Wuregret suddenly jumped out of bed, "Did you hear any sound?"

Yang Fei looked at Sima Wuregret with a serious face, and then calmed down, indeed.

"There was the sound of swords, just a little far away. ”

At this time, the rain outside has stopped, and according to Yang Fei's character, it is definitely better to have more than less. But after holding it all night, Yang Fei didn't sleep well, and before he could think about it, Sima Wuregret had already put it on, opened the window and jumped out, running in the direction where the voice came.

"Brother Sima, wait for me. ”

Yang Fei put on his clothes immediately, hid his two guards in his cuffs, and chased after Sima Wuregret's footsteps.