Ling Yun's sword intent was very ordinary but extraordinary, and he had worked hard to cultivate it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is rumored that there are seven great sword intents in the world, and Shushan accounts for four, one is ice, the second is wind and thunder, the third is Xuanshui, and the fourth is from the fire.

After that, he went to Kunlun, Luofu, and Penglai alone to seek opportunities, and finally defeated the masters of the three factions with a sword, won the three major sword intent classics, and also won the false name of the world's first kendo master.

There is no trick in sword intent, the so-called classics are nothing more than the insights left by the predecessors, which play a role in learning, and the sword cultivation is close to nature, and the seven sword intents of Huaxia have been gathered, wind, thunder, rain, snow and ice, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, all changes are related to nature, but unfortunately, Ling Yun found that none of these seven sword intents are suitable for him.

No wonder there are very few people who can comprehend the sword intent throughout the ages, it is too limited, the world only goes towards the seven great sword intents, and the classics also belong to the four different sects, if they are not commensurate, you will be gifted and qualified, and you will be reduced to a lifelong stop.

"It seems that I can only find another way, that's it, in that case, then I'll create my own. It seemed like a desperate situation, but he didn't care too much, Ling Yun was full of pride in his chest.

Next, Ling Yun spent half a year to walk in every corner of the land of China, and then went to sea to travel, as he saw more, the more he felt, and his mood gradually sublimated, his vision was no longer limited to his homeland, and he was wider, when he traveled around the world, Ling Yun's swordsmanship level has increased greatly, and those sword duels that were in the bottleneck in the past are now like being empowered, and suddenly enlightened.

However, while Ling Yun was progressing in his swordsmanship, he found that he seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the true sword intent, and his eyes were no longer on the so-called superficial phenomena of nature, such as wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and most of his thoughts were occupied by what was the universe, the creation of all things, and the rotation of the sun and the moon.

Ling Yun was puzzled, and in confusion, he found the oldest elder in the door to ask for a solution, but he didn't want the elder to just smile and said: "The mountain is the mountain, the water is the water, why stick to the inside, you can see it in the past, do you still see it now? In your eyes, this mountain is no longer a mountain, and water is not water. ”

Lingyun seems to understand the words of the elders, he faintly grasped the key, but this thought is fleeting, Lingyun finally sat quietly on the golden top of Emei for seven days and seven nights, during which he stared at the sea of clouds and scattered, watching the sunset and sunrise, the rain could not move, the wind did not shake, did not enter a grain of rice, thirsty for the morning dew, until seven days later, Lingyun's eyes suddenly became brighter, the eyes were no longer cloudy, became extremely clear, as if the soul had been washed, so it was, look at the mountain is the mountain, see the water is water, Lingyun patted the hoarfrost on the body, got up and bowed deeply to the Qiongge where the elders were, and I don't know how many days of the seven days, Lingyun realized himself, saw the clarity of the heart, and finally understood what he needed。

Then descend the mountain and start the tour again. This time, it was three years, and three years later, in an oasis in the desert, he realized under the moon, and the sword intent was called Flowers. At the same time, he also created more than ten transcendent swordsmanship based on his sword intent, but unfortunately, due to the aura of heaven and earth in the end of the law era, he only had ideas, but he could not turn this swordsmanship into reality.

Getting back to the point, Meng Yanshuang looked at the three grasses in front of Ling Yun in a daze, and was speechless for a while, you know, even if he is known as having ancient talents and understanding comparable to demons, he also realized it in the Southern Xinjiang War half a year ago, but now, a hairy boy who seems to have just come of age has actually achieved the goal he has pursued for most of his life, Meng Yanshuang's mood at this time can no longer be described as surprised, and he has an inexplicable sense of frustration.

However, what shocked Meng Yanshuang even more was still behind, but he saw that the three-pillar grass was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the seedlings gradually became slender, and it didn't take long for them to grow leaves, and then cyan bracts appeared, and the bracts gradually turned white, getting bigger and bigger, and then... The bone bag unfolded, what kind of grass is this, only to see a gorgeous flower bloom instantly, the flower is very good-looking, it has three colors, the outermost petals like a peony are white, but not pure white like snow, but flashing with a faint halo of blue and pink, and the inner petals are like roses, close and delicate between the petals, but the color is relatively rare dark green, not the kind of green of the stems and leaves, but similar to jadeite, crystal flawless, the center of the flower, is a little beige fluorescence, this should be where the core of the flower is, the beige fluorescent flickering and the outside of the pink, white, blue and white petals seem to have some kind of rhythmic tacit understanding, flashing and flashing, the dark green petals inside are set off vividly.

"Qingyu!" Meng Yanshuang was shocked, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help blurting out, unable to close his mouth.

Ling Yun still didn't break free from Meng Yanshuang's sword intent, he seemed to be asleep, but the gorgeous flowers in front of him were blooming like no one in the cold ice and snow, no matter how magical Meng Yanshuang's frozen sword intent was, how powerful his absolute zero was, the flowers would not be affected in any way.

Meng Yanshuang closed his eyes and was speechless for a long time, he didn't even pay attention to the fast-flowing True Yuan in his body, he was now trying to clear his chaotic mind.

He cultivated Kenshin... This is not surprising, it can only be said that this kid is a rare kendo genius.

He owns the sword element... It should be some kind of adventure, after all, this kid borrowed some kind of power to kill an Earth Saint powerhouse in seconds

But...

He has sword intent... This...

He has a mature sword intent, and he can completely control it... This...

Meng Yanshuang was continuously stimulated today, which even made him who had always stood in the clouds have to put away the rebelliousness in his heart, before today, Meng Yanshuang thought that in this world alone, in terms of kendo talent, I am afraid that except for the legendary Shushan Patriarch Yuan Tianhao in ancient times, there is absolutely no one who can surpass it, but now the appearance of Lingyun has made Meng Yanshuang's pride a joke, and even... He even developed a sense of powerlessness.

If ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, they may have demons in their hearts and eventually give up on themselves when their self-confidence is suppressed by Lian Rice. But what kind of character is Meng Yanshuang, how could he be defeated by a momentary frustration?

I saw that after a while, Meng Yanshuang didn't know what kind of mental journey he had experienced, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he opened his eyes and looked at Ling Yun, and a ray of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. (To be continued.) )