The little monk who led the way told him that because their master was very fond of crape myrtle flowers before he became a monk, and even if he escaped into the empty gate and took refuge in Buddhism, this point still did not change, and when he saw that the bamboo was destroyed by himself and could not be resurrected, he called for planting crape myrtle instead.

No wonder, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, liking flowers has always been a woman's hobby, this Fayun monk looks so spotless, how can he have such a preference, it is really incomprehensible.

When I came to the back mountain, Monk Fayun was already standing there.

"The donor has come up the mountain this time, and it seems that he has not let go of his persistence in the past few years. ”

"I have always been persistent, and today I will overcome you when I come up the mountain. ”

I saw that the monk Fayun smiled slightly, "One thought is attached, and a thousand kinds of suffering come." Why do you have to suffer! Amitabha. ”

"Since you have entered the sea of suffering, you have never thought of turning back, please. He drew his sword, and the blade was sharp, like a snake, and it was extremely strange.

Monk Fayun is still defensive, understated, and light.

He picked up his sword again.

The sword body shook like water waves, and every time it changed, there was no trace, which was extremely incredible.

Seeing him like this, the monk Fayun had no choice but to go forward, and wanted to grab his sword with one hand, but how could this soft sword be so simple, the tip of the sword shook, and stabbed into the body of the monk Fayun, only to hear the sound of "��", and the sword stabbed on the body of the monk Fayun.

Monk Fayun let go of his sword at this time: "Amitabha, the donor's sword technique is unparalleled, like flowing water penetrates, and the poor monk has already lost." ”

He accepted the sword, but his face was ashamed, he had no intention of hurting the monk Fayun, but just now in order to make the other party admit defeat earlier, he made a move to kill him.

Although his martial arts have made great progress in the past few years, the monk Fayun has also grown a lot, and if it weren't for his sword momentum turning fast just now, I am afraid it would be difficult to win.

He abruptly changed his mind. Today, I won't continue to look for a master of the void to compete.

If you go, you will definitely lose, and you will fight another day.

On the way down, he gave the soft sword a name, "Ziwei", but he hasn't used it since.

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked. Before the age of forty, he was rampant in the world. ”

Since Shaolin came down that day, he abandoned the crape myrtle sword.

There is nothing long on the body to make a weapon, but when the road is passing through ten miles. I met an old man who sold dark iron, this is a good dark iron, his eyes lit up, so he bought the dark iron.

Take the iron shop and forge it into a sword.

Because of the injury beforehand, after some thought, the old blacksmith forged a blunt sword, which was extremely bulky, so the sword was forged. The sword is three feet long and weighs nine hundred and eighty-one pounds.

It is difficult for ordinary people to mention it, but in his opinion, he is extremely satisfied.

From then on he took up his sword and departed.

Three months was enough for him to use the sword with great dexterity. Although the sword was cumbersome, at this time, his cultivation had also reached another realm.

This Darkiron Sword is thick and extensive, and when wielded, it can break through a thousand skills.

The feeling of oppression when the sword is out. It can make the opponent feel as if the sky is falling, and no matter how the opponent's attack is, it will still be immovable.

And when that incomparable sword intent enveloped the opponent, it could make him feel trembling and despair.

Every trick is so unpretentious. But it's so natural.

Since then, it has finally been completed.

This time, he took the Xuantie sword with a bamboo in his chest and walked into Shaolin again.

Monk Fayun was still standing in front of the door.

"The donor came a day later than I expected, and the master knew that he would not be able to compete with the donor, so he had been waiting in front for a long time. ”

He walked into the main hall with the monk Fayun, and saw Master Kong standing in front of the Buddha.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has finally come. ”

"Why don't you come, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"The donor still thinks about being the best in the world?"

"No, I just want to win you and be undefeated. ”

Master Likong clasped his palms helplessly and shook his head: "Amitabha! One thought of foolishness is like absoluteness, and one thought of wisdom is like life." It seems that the donor still hasn't seen through. ”

"Today, since I have come up to the mountain, I am bound to win you, master, please. ”

He flew out of the hall and waved the heavy sword in his hand.

The figure flew over, and the sword qi of the training cut the floor in front of the main hall into countless shatters.

The heavy sword was like a mountain, as if the sky had fallen, and the momentum of Qianjun rushed into the air with a little bit of his arrogance and the momentum of looking at the world.

I saw that at this time, Master Kong's palm was impermeable and resisted, and from beginning to end, Master Kong's hand never fought back, after all, Buddhism was already unmoved by external objects like Kong, and he accompanied him kindly.

After a few moves, he finally failed to win.

"The master's Buddhism is profound, Murong is not talented, and he will come to ask for advice another day. With that, he turned and walked away.

I only heard the sigh of the empty master behind him, "The sea of suffering is boundless, why bother with it." Amitabha!"

"After the age of forty, it is not stagnant in things, and plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. Since then, he has been refined, gradually moving to the realm of no sword is better than a sword. ”

In this life, he has already lived for the sword, and if he can't be invincible, how can he be willing.

He thought that his swordsmanship was extremely high, but he couldn't win against Master Kong.

It's still a little bit worse, three times I went to Shaolin, but three times I didn't return.

Even though the Dharma is profound, there is always a way to crack it.

He looked at the Xuantie Sword in his hand, what was the reason, he himself couldn't figure it out, and suddenly felt a little bored, so he swung his sword and slashed, only to see a grass slashing his fingers, and immediately saw blood, he suddenly realized.

In fact, the real sword should not be confined to anything, anything can be a sword, a flower, a grass, a tree and a leaf can be a sword.

Gradually, he thought that he had touched the edge of the swordless, and no longer stuck to the formal sword. Every sword comes in his hand, no one knows where his sword is, no one knows how he uses the sword, and when someone sees it, it may be the moment when the petals penetrate the heart.

Everything can be a sword, turning decay into magic.

Only this time, he went to Shaolin, and he was not as confident as the previous times, because Master Kongkong was indeed a very powerful opponent.

This time in the competition with him, we are not making a move, we are not moving, we are secretly using internal force, looking directly at each other like a sword.

The momentum of the two gradually rose, and the clash of ideas was evenly divided.

After a long time, he sighed, obviously still unable to defeat the empty master, and some could not let go.

After all, he still subconsciously thought that he would win this time.

It's just that in the end, he still left Shaolin gloomily.

The strength is weaker than the opponent, and he has nothing to say when he loses.

And now that the strength is equal, he still can't be defeated, even if he draws with this empty master, he can't accept it.

"No sword, like a sword, not a sword. ”

For many years, he has been pursuing true swordsmanship. (To be continued......)