When Dai Daojin heard what the waiter said, he smiled and said nothing more.

The waiter nodded with a smile, turned around and left. He had seen many people like this. Everyone who came to Ye Gucheng thought he was great, but the final result only proved that Ye Gucheng was even more great.

Dai Daojin drank a glass of sake, then stopped eating and looked quietly at the street outside the store.

Slowly, the sun sets in the west, and the setting sun is like blood.

Dai Daojin did not let the two of them follow him. He walked slowly along the street alone.

After leaving the town, the population became sparse.

Dai Daojin raised his head and glanced at the peak. He had traveled all over the world. In his eyes, this peak was not really high, but it was a bit steep and the mountain was quite dangerous.

Strolling leisurely in the courtyard, seemingly slow but actually fast, my figure flashes as I walk towards the peak.

Wangshan was a dead horse, and at his speed it took him half the time of a stick of incense.

The road up the mountain is not a road, only some shallow traces.

The steep mountains could not stop Dai Daojin's footsteps.

When we reached the top of the mountain, we found that this place was like a huge boulder rising up, creating a platform out of thin air, with houses scattered on the platform.

I don't know when, the fog started, the clouds and mist shrouded, and the houses loomed, like a fairyland.

Dai Daojin raised his head and looked at the red sun, which seemed to be very close at hand, and said softly: "It is indeed a good place. The flying immortals outside the sky are not the flying immortals outside the sky. If they didn't live here, how could they have such sword moves?"

A magnetic and cold voice came from the fog, "The flying immortals in the sky are in people and not in things."

Dai Daojin's expression remained unchanged, he smiled and nodded: "It makes sense."

Dressed in white, cold and independent, Dai Daojin had the illusion of seeing Ximen Chuixue.

He smiled lightly and said, "Do you who are accomplished swordsmen like to wear white clothes?"

Ye Gucheng did not answer him, with a beautiful and upright face, under two thick eyebrows, a pair of cold star-like eyes, unfathomably cold, and the whole person passed through the clouds and mist, as if he had been banished to the mortal world.

This is a perfect swordsman, just like his sword skills.

There is a kind of loneliness and loneliness on his body, which shows that this swordsman has a kind of desolation and loneliness.

In this life, he may be one of the three thousand "Dragon Blood Guards", or maybe by some mistake, he did not participate in the rebellion. After returning here, he seems to be accompanying the sword for the rest of his life.

Dai Daojin asked with a hint of curiosity: "Have you ever competed with Ximen Chuixue?"

This question is also a question that everyone in the world is concerned about. After Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng retreated to Beijing, did they separate, or did they choose a place to compete?

Ye Gucheng's voice was cold, "He is the only person in the world who understands me. It doesn't matter if we compare or not."

Then, he suddenly said: "Are you the silver-eyed man that Ximen said?" Although it was a question, it was in a affirmative tone.

Dai Daojin smiled and said, "My eyes are black."

Ye Gucheng said calmly: "There are not many people in this world who can make me unable to see the depth, but have seen Ximen Chuixue."

Dai Daojin nodded and said, "Can you let me see your 'Flying Immortal from Heaven'?"

Ye Gucheng said: "You may die."

Dai Daojin said: "You may die."

Ye Gucheng was silent, he knew that for such a character, his determination was as firm as iron, and the things he decided would never change.

As the two said, top experts only compete with each other, and if they are not careful, they may die.

After a long while, Dai Daojin said: "Where is your sword?"

Ye Gucheng said: "In my heart."

Ye Gucheng asked again: "Where is your sword?"

Dai Daojin said softly: "I don't have a sword."

Ye Gucheng's pupils shrank into needlepoints. He was now in the realm of swordsmanship, reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship where he has no sword in his hand but a sword in his heart. No sword is better than a sword and everything can be a sword.

But when I heard the person in front of me say simply "I don't have a sword", I seemed to be touched, and the fog in my heart dispersed a little. It seemed that the most advanced way of swordsmanship was right in front of me, but it was still unclear.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were bright, and he felt that if he could see that supreme swordsmanship, he would die without regrets.

Dai Daojin sighed in his heart and suppressed the slight discomfort in his mind. The proud man of heaven and the genius of swordsmanship in this world really had his own unique character charm. He felt that just now, the energy that Ye Gucheng had condensed was now condensed.

Going one step further, it seems that with just a wedge, you can ascend to another world.

The red sun sets in the west and sets under the blue waves, until the last red edge disappears.

At the moment when it disappeared, the sky and earth suddenly lit up again.

On the top of the mountain, among the clouds and mist, a dazzling "sun" rises.

No, that is not the sun, that is the bright sword light, and in the sword light, there is a person.

It's like a sword fairy descending into the mortal world. When a sword strikes, its power is brilliant and swift. The sword energy emitted is cold into the bone marrow, like a startling ray of lightning, like a rainbow flowing across the sky.

The man becomes the sword, and the sword becomes the man.

With this move, the color of the world changes, the wind and clouds roll rapidly, the sword light is brilliant and swift, there is no change, there is no back move, so that the hard becomes the softest, and the unchanging becomes convenient.

Really like the wrath of the God of Thunder, a strike of lightning.

Dai Daojin simply closed his eyes, the spiritual platform reflected the light, and the other person's energy was ignited, like the bright sun.

Since he opened the mysterious door, his thoughts and spiritual thoughts have become countless times faster than before. Many things that he could not understand and comprehend before have already been understood and turned into materials for his own growth.

What is the pinnacle of kendo?

Without me, there is no form, without me, there is no heart, without me, there is no move, without me, there is no enemy.

There is no sword in the hand, and there is no sword in the heart. There is no thought of killing, but the thought of killing is everywhere in the world. Killing or not killing is only a matter of thoughts in the mind. With the "least killing" kendo, he exerts the "most killing" in the world.

"the power of.

Dai Daojin completely relaxed his mind. He had never been like this since the mysterious door opened. At this time, he felt that he had become the center of the universe and touched that pulse again.

Ye Gucheng only felt that the person in front of him had disappeared and could no longer be felt, but he was clearly there, as if he had become an empty shell.

But the sword move had already been made, and he couldn't take it back.

Flying immortals from the sky are, after all, humans, not immortals.

On the stone platform at the top of the mountain, the light disappeared. Ye Gucheng's index and middle fingers merged into sword fingers. He was no more than three steps away from Dai Daojin, and his sword fingers pointed at his throat.

Dai Daojin slowly retracted his palm that was in front of his sword finger, and said calmly: "Whether a sword can cut through iron like mud or cannot be broken, it is nothing more than a foreign object. There is a move to win without a move, and there is a sword to win without a sword, because there is no sword.

A move can break it, no sword can hit it, and the body turns into a sword. There is no place in the world of martial arts that cannot be understood and practiced, and there is no secret left."

After speaking, Dai Daojin turned and left.

The clouds and mist gathered again, becoming denser than before, completely covering the square stone platform and covering up the white figure.

Only a low sigh could be heard.

Dai Daojin's steps were brisk, and he reached the foot of the mountain in a few breaths, before he could go any further.

On the top of the mountain, sword energy soared into the sky, even more powerful than before.

Even this mountain is silent.

Dai Daojin looked up, smiled, and turned to leave.

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Chapter completed!