A little starlight appeared in the sea of knowledge, and the weak soul was rapidly recovering and growing.

In fact, Mo Wang was very puzzled, why his formation cultivation was so high, while his divine sense, that is, his soul body, was so weak. This is obviously abnormal, the formation cultivation is high, correspondingly, the higher his divine sense, the more powerful the soul body should be.

Now that he saw this situation, he finally understood.

I'm afraid that when I was injured, my soul was traumatized, which caused my memory to be lost.

No wonder Qing Lao said that as long as I reach the Jindan stage, my memory will be restored, but I am afraid that when the time comes, I will open up the sea of knowledge and the soul power will be restored, and the memory will naturally recover.

If the soul power is restored before then, will the memory come back?

He thought to himself, because his intuition told him that alchemy might be able to restore his memory, because alchemy consumed the power of his divine sense. In that case, he will frequently practice the method of visualization and regain the power of his divine consciousness.

Perhaps, he was right.

Mo Wang thought with some excitement, in this way, he would not have to cultivate to the Jindan stage, and he would have a way to recover his memory. How could this not make him happy.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Wang worked even harder, recovered quickly, and the number of times he was injured by sword intent also increased sharply.

He didn't realize that the purpose of his cultivation had completely changed, he was completely cultivating for the sake of being injured, not sensing sword intent.

It wasn't until the evening that Ji Haoyue came over, frowned after a glance, and said to Mo Wang

"Your heart is in turmoil!"

In a word, wake up the dreamer. Mo Wang woke up suddenly, and then remembered that his original goal, after an afternoon, he had nothing to gain, and he had no intention of comprehending the sword intent, and when he woke up, Mo Wang was annoyed.

"Go back, in the future, your senior sister can't accompany you to practice, you need to comprehend the sword intent by yourself. Your senior sister needs to meditate and prepare to deal with the catastrophe. ”

"Dealing with the Heavenly Tribulation?" Mo Wang heard this, and the other things were suddenly forgotten, and asked, "Senior Sister is going to cross the Heavenly Seal Tribulation?"

When they went out before, when they were in Suzi Town, the three of them talked about the Tribulation of the Heavenly Seal, at that time, Bai Qinghan had just touched the threshold, and she had the potential to lead the Tribulation of the Heavenly Seal, but she could not lead the Tribulation of the Heavenly Seal, and that Yaochi Immortal Lotus made her go further and reach this level.

"Well, when Xiao Qi is ready, it will be the time for her to cross the catastrophe. Got it, Little Seven. She said

"Uh-huh. Bai Qinghan nodded

"Okay, then, Hachi will go back first!" Ji Haoyue said, and gave the order to evict the guest.

"Prepare well!" he said to Bai Qinghan, he also believed that Senior Sister would never let Bai Qinghan take risks easily, without all preparations, I am afraid she would not be able to easily lead to a catastrophe.

"When I'm done with the tribulation, I'll abuse you again, oh, no, sparring, yes, practicing!" Bai Qinghan was careless, so he said that he missed his mouth, and Mo Wang's whole person suddenly felt bad.

............

Lying on the protruding stone tablet on the Batian Peak, breathing the air above the peak of several thousand meters, there was confusion and doubt in his eyes.

Is memory really that important to you?

He asked himself.

A person who is destined to be lonely all his life, a person who is destined to kill only others. Is memory really that important? What do I want?

Is it to find the memory, is it to find the dream that makes my heart palpitate, or is it to find that glimmer of life, to turn my life against the sky?

None of this seems to be what I want!

What do you want? Or rather, what is the point of being alive for a person who is destined to be alone?

"Qing Lao, you said, is it really interesting for a person like me to live?" Mo Wang's words echoed in his mind.

"Do you know why cultivators all pursue immortality, eternity, and the ethereal immortal?"

"Nature is to live!" he didn't hesitate

"Yes, why live? Because there are infinite possibilities to live! Is it true that a person who seeks death has no love for the world? Wrong, it is just an escape from suffering. ”

"No matter how hard it is, as long as you are willing, what can't be repeated, maybe a certain experience in the past is painful, and you can't put it away, but what is it is, it is just a part of your life. ”

"Whether it's a disaster or a blessing, the way of heaven has given you an extraordinary destiny, and you are destined to have an extraordinary path, we can not care what the final result is, whether it is to reach the peak of the cultivator, to have immortality and eternity, to perish, and to dissipate the soul. We don't care about this, if we believe in fate, we think it's just predestined, and if we don't believe it, it's just an end to what you do in the process. ”

"Is it right that we value the future and regard the future as everything? Maybe you are looking forward to the future, but tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you are dead, the so-called future is nothing but nothingness, looking at the future, the important thing is the present. ”

"I don't understand!" Mo Wang blinked his eyes and stood up, "However, what extraordinary life is secondary, I want to see what this world, the world is like?

"Your life is not destined to be boring. ”

There is a sentence that the young man did not say.

On this night, Mo Wang didn't cultivate, didn't get confused, lay on the Batian Peak, looked at the sky full of stars, thought about the future road, and imagined the outside world.

When a meteor falls, it burns itself and blooms the most beautiful streamer.

What is a sword? The sword is composed of three parts: the sword body, the hilt, and the swallowing mouth, the tip of the sword, the upper edge of the sword, the lower edge of the sword, and the blood groove to form the sword body, the hilt, and the pier of the sword to form the hilt, and the handguard is the swallowing mouth.

The sword, which has always been known as the king of a hundred soldiers, is also a murderous weapon, and the sword intent is realized from its origin. There are swordsmen, lying on the couch with a sword, never leaving the sword in their hands all day long, feeling for decades, and finally realizing the sword intent.

Shuiyang sword intent is aimed at Shuiyang, not a sword, Shuiyang is like a sword, and a sword is like water.

Opening the sword dictionary, Mo Wang carefully read the hundreds of words that appeared on it, and his heart was clear. This sword book is very magical, unpredictable, although he feels novel, but he does not study deeply, one night of deep thought, knowing, what is the master, what is the second.

Just like this Shuiyang sword intent, the main is Shuiyang, and the auxiliary is the sword.

In the past, I comprehended the meaning of hegemony and stood on this hegemony peak, I only felt that the artistic conception I had in the world was born in the bottom of my heart, and I stepped into the door of the meaning of hegemony in one fell swoop.

Yesterday, I comprehended the artistic conception of Shuiyang and fell into the sword classic, which seemed to be an instant, but it was a hundred years, and I finally realized it.

There is no fixed method for the comprehension of artistic conception, and if you are enlightened, you will be enlightened, and you will have an instant epiphany and a hundred years of understanding.

A sword slashed out, like a flood.

Mo Wang stood silently, his heart was clear.

Shuiyang is like a sword, it is not a sword move, but a sword intent, this sword canon is actually the transformation of sword intent.

Thinking of this, the "Shuiyang Sword Codex" in Mo Wang's hand turned into a streamer of light and disappeared in front of his eyes.