It has been more than ten years since Dugu Qiubai came to this world. Although he has fought against others in the sword tomb, he has restrained himself and is not as completely relaxed as he is today. Especially under the stimulation of Wang Xianzhi's martial arts divine will, he

The heart of the sword becomes more and more crystal clear.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Dugu Qiubai closed his eyes slightly.

"rustle……"

He felt the insects under the surface turning over the soil and exposing the ground. They were corroded by his sword intent. The originally gray eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce, as if they were fighting a life-or-death fight with a natural enemy.

"Zheng..."

The soft branches drooped, swayed in the breeze, and suddenly straightened, as if they turned into long swords, with sharp and sharp energy revealed.

"boom"

At some point, a hare ran to the side of the stream. Its originally dark yellow eyes suddenly shrank into needlepoints and it made a harsh cry.

Wang Xianzhi looked at the sword realm where everything in the sky and on the earth turned into swords.

He whispered in a low voice, "Okay, okay, okay, I don't have a sword in my hand."

This young man really did not disappoint him. He originally thought that with such talent in swordsmanship, he was bewitched by Confucianism and abandoned his sword to become a good man. However, when he saw that every plant and tree in front of him, the water in the creek, and the wind in the mountain were all colored by the sword's will.

, like late autumn, emitting a chilling feeling.

The sword is a sharp weapon, mainly for killing.

If you don't have a sword in your hand, you won't kill.

"Not killing" is a kind of ultimate state, "killing" is another kind of extreme state. The two opposites are unified and cycle back and forth. They are each other's conditions and transform each other. Killing means not killing, not killing means killing, killing and not killing.

, you can kill or not kill in one thought, no need to be persistent.

This young man has no sword in his hand and has no intention of killing. However, this "least killing" swordsmanship has the "most killing" power in the world.

Wang Xianzhi's vision is so high. From the beginning, he discovered that although the true energy in this young man's body was good, it was only good. Among the human body's energy and spirit, "jing" and "qi" are considered superior, only his "spirit" is beyond

Wang Xianzhi’s prediction.

Although the martial arts path he followed is very different from the three religions, it does not mean that Wang Xianzhi does not understand the true methods of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

"Tao Te Ching" once said, "If you have all your desires, they will return to nothing."

Since ancient times, Taoists have held the view that "being is born from nothingness" and believe that all tangible things in the world are based on "nothing". "Nothing" is the total source of the world, and "nothing" exists in all places.

, is the basis for the generation and development of all things.

Compared with "nothing", any "something" is one-sided and incomplete. "Something" cannot exist independently and can only be preserved by relying on "nothing". The same is true for martial arts moves and techniques. Perfect moves or swords

It is impossible for law to exist. No matter how exquisite or superb a martial art is, it must have its flaws.

And "nothing" is precisely its ultimate or most extreme manifestation.

The gleam in Wang Xianzhi's eyes became more and more dazzling, making people dare not look at him. He was extremely intelligent and could draw analogies. From the young man's idea of ​​kendo to his own martial arts, he suddenly gained something and couldn't help but feel very happy.

The appearance of such a romantic figure made Wang Xianzhi, who had been sitting in Emperor Wu's City for many years, very happy. Li Chungang had given him some support back then. He opened the Heavenly Gate without a sword, lost half a move, and broke the Trojan Horse and Ox. He became the best in the world.

, located in Emperor Wu City.

Today's scene made him feel as if he had an illusion from many years ago.

Wang Xianzhi's whole body was extremely powerful. He shook his hands and feet, and the light in his eyes was flowing. The mountain beneath his feet shook as he kicked, like a white divine ape, rushing toward the young man opposite. His fingers gathered into claws. It was just a simple grab, but it was in harmony with heaven and earth. It was mysterious.

abnormal.

Dugu Qiubai's eyes showed a strange look. This person is worthy of being called the first person in the past five hundred years who can compete with Lu Zu. After just a conversation, he has actually understood the three flavors of his sword and integrated it into his own.

In martial arts.

He looked at Wang Xianzhi, who was approaching in an instant, and raised his right hand gently, pinching it lightly with his thumb and index finger. A wisp of breeze passed by his fingertips, as if he was pinched by it, and he swung it forward. The breeze turned into a white sword, like the light of a sword.

Like a stick shadow, it is thrown over people's heads.

"Bang" a soft sound.

Dugu Qiubai and Wang Xianzhi's bodies shook slightly, separated slightly, and then became entangled again.

The two of them were gray and white, and Dugu Qiubai sometimes used the wind as a sword, and sometimes used sword control skills to turn into sword light. Wang Xianzhi's fists sometimes waved with unparalleled power, shaking the Kunlun Mountains, and sometimes held the breeze.

, extremely gentle.

The people at the foot of the mountain in the distance no longer doubted the quality of the young man, and they all stared at the fight between the two with wide eyes.

Those with poor eyesight could only see two figures, one gray and one white, going back and forth. Those with good eyesight could see the movements of the two people, every move, clearly, but what they saw was that they did not understand the movements of the two people.

In fact, it was a bit too simple. It was an ordinary martial artist's moves. Even if they were simple, they had their own rules. However, the movements in the hands of these two people seemed to be picked up casually, and some were very rough.

What's even more strange is that when those people watching the battle at the foot of the mountain thought about it, they went over the game in a complicated way and used what they thought were the most exquisite moves to deal with it, but it turned out to be very sluggish, far from the smoothness of the original version.

In this battle, apart from the time the two stood on the two hills communicating, the actual action lasted only a dozen breaths, and then the two left separately.

Except for the initial confrontation between the two people's spirits, which caused a sensation in the world and caused the situation to change, there was no big scene, which greatly disappointed the onlookers. What about the promised earth shattering and flying sand and rocks?

Even so, the battle spread throughout the world within two or three days.

A young man from the Wu family climbed to the top of Emperor Wu's city, discussed and argued with Wang Xianzhi, and left safely.

As soon as the news came out, the Wu Family Sword Tomb also released the news that Wu Di, the contemporary swordsman, is walking around the world.

Suddenly, everyone in the world suddenly realized, no wonder that young man was so evil, he turned out to be from the Wu Family Sword Tomb. The reputation of the Wu Family Sword Tomb has greatly increased.

In the world, it is the most popular place for young people like this to become famous.

In a small courtyard in Emperor Wu's city, Wang Xianzhi was sitting in a pavilion, quietly drinking tea.

A young woman with a kind face walked in, looked at the man in white in the pavilion, walked over, and said with a smile, "Master, I heard that you had a fight with a boy a few days ago?"

Wang Xianzhi glanced at her, her cold face softened, and she said lightly, "Yeah." For a female disciple like him who didn't like martial arts but preferred Qihuang, Wang Xianzhi had always been so lukewarm.

Chen Shidao was not a fool. Over the years, she had learned that her master was Wang Xianzhi, the master of Emperor Wu City and the most powerful man in the world. However, after being surprised for a while, she no longer cared.

At this moment, she was just a little curious as to why the master, who often stood facing the sea in the past, did not go today.

She was straightforward and asked directly, "Master, why didn't you go see the sea?"

Then, she said with a smile, "Master, could it be that you didn't hit that boy and was injured?" This was a joke. Although her martial arts skills were average, her knowledge was not bad, and she naturally knew what the martial arts achievement in front of her represented.

Wang Xianzhi showed a rare smile and said lightly, "If it were twenty years later, it would be possible."

Chen Shidao's expression was slightly shaken. She had never seen her master smile in her whole life. When she came back to her senses, she couldn't help being stunned again when she heard what her master said.

…

Five days later, in a small town south of Emperor Wu's city, there was an ordinary restaurant.

Zhao Zhi restored her daughter's appearance, wearing cyan clothes and a beautiful face. Although she was not stunningly beautiful, she had a very comfortable temperament. She looked at the young man in front of her quietly and said softly, "Brother Wu, this trip is great."

Is there somewhere to go?"

Dugu Qiubai said calmly, "I'm going to see an old friend."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment and said, "This person has a weird temper, so you don't need to see me anymore. Let's say goodbye." Then he stood up and left.

Zhao Zhi may have resumed his daughter's appearance, and even his reserve. He quietly looked at the young man's back and did not chase after him.

Not far away, Uncle Qi walked over, first looked at Dugu Qiubai, then leaned down and whispered, "Miss, you have been out for a while, it's time to go back."

Zhao Zhi didn't respond. He sat quietly for a while, then suddenly smiled softly and murmured, "This time I spent the money to treat you to dinner." Dugu Qiubei spent his own money to eat by himself along the way. This time before leaving,

But the bill was not paid.

The girl stood up, walked out of the tavern, looked at the bustling crowd, and seemed to see the young man at the head of the independent city.

She thought of the fortune teller again, "The girl has a bright and broad forehead, comes from a wealthy family, is blessed by luck, and has the appearance of a phoenix perched on a phoenix tree. It can be seen that she will be extremely noble in the future, and her mother's fate is unknown to the world..."

Zhao Zhi turned around and left.
Chapter completed!