In a flash, another month passed. In this month, Ping Fan either meditated and practiced qi, or was in bed to recuperate, and his injuries had already healed ninety percent. What's even better is that every three or five days, Su Wen will send someone to send pills to help him heal. In this way, the injury naturally healed faster. In addition to ordinary joy, I can't help but think of the benefits of Su Wen, but I have reduced the sadness and sorrow a lot.

In the next two months, Meng Feiyan still did not pass on spells, but left a message, ordering him to pick up the old things that he used to carry water and chop firewood, and climb mountains with sand on his back, and the amount of training was more than doubled. As for why this is so, since Meng Feiyan didn't say a word, he didn't ask more. After more than 40 days in a row, the ordinary has already been trained as light as a swallow and extremely powerful. Often, a punch or kick can shatter a stone pillar more than a foot thick, and when the Moon Shadow footwork is moved, only a faint figure can be seen, more than twice as fast as before.

On the fiftieth day, Meng Feiyan ordered him to stop training and specialize in all kinds of changes in the sword technique. Meng Feiyan knew that he had a very poor memory, so he picked the Canglang sword technique he was most familiar with, separated all the tricks, and dismantled them in detail one move at a time. Before the ordinary, he had already reached the level of sword refining and becoming a gang, but now he has not only cultivated to a great progress, but also after these years of hard training, he has unconsciously broken through the bottleneck and reached the realm of sword light differentiation in just a few days.

To know the art of the sword, although the various factions are different, but in the end, there are only seven layers in total. The first layer is with Qi Imperial Sword. The second layer of sword refining is complete. In turn, it is: practicing the sword into silk, the sword light is differentiated, the sword is vaporized into a rainbow, the flying sword is a hundred steps, and the natal sword is yuan. From the first level to the third level, you only need to have the cultivation of the Qi cultivation period to achieve it. From the fourth layer onwards, it is getting more and more difficult, and the fourth layer of sword light differentiation, at least there must be a foundation building period of cultivation. If you want to fly a sword in a hundred steps and take the head of a person, you naturally have to have the cultivation of the Jindan period. As for cultivating the natal sword yuan and flying the sword for thousands of miles, it is not the infancy of the yuan. This sword technique, from easy to difficult, the more you go to the back, the more difficult it is to cultivate, but in the end, they are all different paths to the same end, and they all take the cultivation of the natal sword element as the ultimate goal. Ordinary cultivation is still shallow, of course, I don't know the doorway, but I am very happy to see my swordsmanship make great progress, and my cultivation is becoming more and more diligent.

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The top of the cliff.

Meng Feiyan, the ordinary two stood in the wind, their clothes were blown up by the mountain wind, and they couldn't stop "hunting". Meng Feiyan suddenly asked:

"Seventeen, do you know this person Mo Wuchen?"

Ping Fan replied, "The disciple knows." ”

Meng Feiyan asked again: "As far as you know, who is he?"

Ping Fan frowned and replied, "The disciple heard that he is the first big disciple of the Bodhi Academy, and he is a genius who is not born in the world!"

"What do you think he is better than you?" Meng Feiyan turned around and asked unhurriedly.

When the ordinary heard this, his face couldn't help but turn red, and he couldn't speak. After a while, Ping Fan gritted his teeth and said, "He, Senior Brother Mo is naturally much stronger than his disciple!" "Yes, he is very knowledgeable. He is not only strong, but also elegant. It was the same even when he was killing. Meng Feiyan nodded and asked, "Seventeen, don't you know why?" Pingfan shook his head and replied, "The disciple doesn't know." ”

Meng Feiyan frowned slightly, and said slowly: "That's because he is strong enough, so he can treat every enemy calmly." In other words, because he can always calmly respond to the enemy, such an opponent is the most terrifying. After a pause, Meng Feiyan asked again: "Seventeen, are you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid. ”

Then, you will definitely lose, and also, you will definitely die. Meng Feiyan sighed and said in a deep voice: "There is something that the third child didn't tell you, maybe he was afraid that you would be worried."

Although Mo Wuchen's surname is peaceful, once it comes to the official competition, he never stays. , your senior brother, the second senior brother, and the two of them actually died in his hands. Even the grievances between our two houses have arisen because of this. ”

When the ordinary heard this, he couldn't help but change his face and said, "I see. ”-

"Now, do you want to win?"

"Yes!" Pingfan clenched his fists and replied without hesitation.

"If you do, you'll lose. Not only will you lose, but you will also die. ”

"Why?" Ordinary looked up, his eyes full of incomprehension.

Meng Feiyan smiled and didn't answer, and after a while, he beckoned to Pingfan and said, "Seventeen, you come with me." "Let's take a big step and walk to the bottom of the cliff. Ordinary didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly followed.

The top of the cliff.

The breeze is light and the pine waves are gusting. The river wind swept the waves, and from time to time slapped on the cliff wall, making bursts of "whoosh" and "whoooh" sounds. A gust of mountain wind blew, and the clothes of the two people couldn't stop blowing the sound of "hunting".

Meng Feiyan turned around and asked, "Seventeen, what do you think now?"

Ping Fan stretched out his sleeves, wiped his sweat vigorously, and replied honestly: "Disciple now, I feel much calmer in my heart. ”

"Oh, can you tell me why?" Meng Feiyan asked with a slight smile.

Ping Fan replied: "The disciple feels that standing on the top of the mountain, the surrounding scenery can be endless, and his horizons have been broadened a lot. ”

When Meng Feiyan heard this, he bowed his head slightly and said, "Not bad." When we look down from above, things in this world change. You will find that the wins and losses, gains and losses, are actually not that big in the first place. You see how vast this river is, but compared to the sea, it is insignificant. In fact, the same is true of the principle of cultivation. Our generation cultivates the truth, first of all, we must have the amount of tolerance for others, self-esteem is too high, or narrow-minded, will only make oneself short-sighted, and when facing the enemy, it is naturally impossible to correctly estimate the strength of both sides, which is really the way to defeat. Although you won the previous four games, but each of them can be said to be a fluke, I hope this one, you can rely on your own ability, to defeat him with dignity. Speaking of this, Meng Feiyan suddenly shook his head again and said: Although your swordsmanship is a little hot, I am afraid that it is still too far behind him compared to him.

"And how am I going to beat him?" asked Pingfan.

Meng Feiyan smiled slightly and said: "Any ability in this world, whether it is martial arts or spells, no matter how powerful it is, it must not be without flaws." The most important thing to defeat the enemy is not how strong your spells are or how high your cultivation is, but to have a normal heart. A person is impetuous......" Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, turned his head to look at the ordinary, and said, "You kid, your surname is also a little anxious." A person is in a hurry to win, and when he makes a move, he will inevitably have flaws all over his body. These flaws don't have to be many, just one is enough to kill. If you don't change this frizzy surname, you will practice for another hundred or two hundred years, and you will definitely not be his opponent. When he heard this, his face was flushed, and he bowed his head and said, "Yes, the disciple knows that he is wrong." ”

Meng Feiyan nodded and continued: "Although Mo Wuchen's cultivation is high, it is only at the level of the foundation building period, and it may not be much better than you. If you really want to win, you must first have peace of mind, and you must not be impatient. Only in this way can you correctly judge the gap between you and him, and have the capital to fight with him. Seventeen, listen to me: If you don't let go of the hatred, anger, fear, and resentment in your heart, then you will never win!"

I only listened to Meng Feiyan and said: "Don't forget that Chen Chen's talent is outstanding, it is indeed the first talent of this sect for hundreds of years, whether it is his cultivation or his fighting experience, it is definitely not comparable to you." However, no matter how good a person is, he will definitely have flaws, and if you can find his flaws, you may be able to win with one blow. This is the last lesson I can teach you, and whether you can listen to it or not, whether you can understand it or not, depends on your creation. If you lose, you can't blame others. Hearing her words, there was a great sense of vigilance, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, the disciple has been taught." ”

Hearing this, Meng Feiyan nodded, suddenly smiled, and said softly: "You don't have to be discouraged, although your cultivation is far inferior to him, but your body is fast and your strength is far stronger than him, but it is not impossible to win." In the past few days, you have to think about it, and you may not lose at that time. With that, he turned around and drifted away.

The figure of Meng Feiyan who was ordinary people disappeared behind the cliff, faintly, as if he heard a very low and light sigh:

"If a person is in a hurry, how can his heart not be in turmoil? If even people's hearts are in turmoil, how can there be no flaws?"

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It's dark at night.

Ordinary eyes closed slightly, sitting quietly at the head of the bed. Above his knees, there was an ancient sword that was more than four feet long and had a brilliant patina color.

This ancient sword is Chixiao.

Ordinary Mu Ran sat upright, as if the old monk was in a steady, and there was no sound at all.

Ordinary people held a long sword, and all that turned over and over in his heart was the sentence that Meng Feiyan said:

"If a person is in a hurry, how can his heart not be in turmoil? If even people's hearts are in turmoil, how can there be no flaws?"

(ps: Originally, tonight, I was in a good mood, but my money-hungry mother came to me to make trouble again, and I wanted to see VIP tickets for a while, and I wanted to see the author's welfare for a while.) It took almost two hours to leave, and I was in no mood at all. This chapter is only released now.,I'm really sorry.,It's still two more tomorrow.,I hope you continue to support!)