Changsun Jing was stunned, then he was delighted, pulled out his long sword and slashed at the big tree in the yard. The sword was strong and full of fierce blood-killing aura. At first glance, it was a sword technique that he had found through bloody battles.

He slashed with one sword, as if a battlefield of constant shouts of killing was evolving from a small inch, with blood and heavy dust.

The tiger Taoist looked slightly stagnant, sighing, why have you always encountered such monsters recently? Xiao Meng's "surge" strength has exceeded his imagination, making him even shocked. Changsun Jing is not old and seems to have only been practicing martial arts for a few years. Why is his true essence pure and his sword skills have become a natural atmosphere?

No wonder he boasted of a swordsmanship genius...

Meng Qi nodded gently, and his sword skills were OK. Although he had no guidance from his master and no advanced sword skills practiced, he had lost his craftsmanship, and had fewer changes, and many mistakes, but his moves and momentum were also considered powerful and fierce.

Suddenly, Changsun Jing's sword became lighter, from hard to soft, and with a light lift, just like the most special Confucian general among the troops.

Not bad, but also knows how to combine hardness and softness... Meng Qi praised him secretly again.

After practicing his sword technique, Changsun Jing put his sword back into the sheath. He seemed calm, but he couldn't help but look at Meng Qi: "I'd like to ask Mr. Meng to give me some advice."

"This knife takes a minute." Meng Qi swung the evil catastrophe with the sheath and the knife. The same fierce blood killing, the same fierce and fierce, but due to the moves and strength, it added a sense of heaviness, as if thousands of troops were continuously flowing, wave after wave, and it was difficult to resist. Changsun Jing, who was watching, almost felt breathing stagnant.

Meng Qi talked and practiced, and pointed out the twenty-seven places that needed to be modified in Changsun Jing's sword technique. Some of these are omissions that arise when the foundation of the sword technique is not solid, while others are problems that are revealed by the broken knife style.

Changsun Jing's eyes lit up, thinking in thought, and then bowed for a long time: "Thank you, Mr. Meng, for the advice. It turns out that my blood-killing sword technique can be so powerful!"

"You have good talent in swordsmanship, but you have lost the foundation, although you have no constraints. You can imagine it with all your imagination and your swordsmanship will not be rigid and conservative. But the foundation is empty and the details are omitted." Meng Qi pointed out with the attitude of a senior expert, and was still concise and to the point.

Changsun Jing said thoughtfully: "I have found the entry-level sword guide, but I found that it is not as powerful as my blood-killing sword technique..."

Meng Qi inserted his long sword back to his waist and said coldly and indifferently: "Swordsmanship and swordsmanship are sometimes the same as Go. Go has a fixed style, and swordsmanship has moves. Often, if you cut it out with one sword, I can guess what your next change is. Be prepared in advance. People at this stage are mainly skilled in memory, and can probably cope with common moves. When they go further, they can freely combine moves, change a lot, and guess the opponent's moves to achieve the goal of winning."

"No matter what moves, they are composed of the most basic movements such as chopping, cutting, and swing. They have been tempered and tried. What are the taboos and advantages are obvious in the entry-level swordsmanship."

"You don't know the taboos when you get started. Repeat the path of denying and then tempering by your ancestors, and the moves you create seem to be quite omissions. In the eyes of experts, such knife skills are full of flaws and can be easily broken."

"No wonder I have a bottleneck in my sword technique recently and I can't improve it..." Changsun Jing said suddenly.

Meng Qi carried his hands on his back and looked at the big tree with dead leaves floating: "When the moves change are clear, he will explore the few unchanging laws contained in the ever-changing changes, from complex to simple. The more unchanging laws you master, the more you can be able to interpret changes. Abandon unnecessary constraints and do your best to change. From simple to traditional."

"These two aspects complement each other and cannot be neglected. If you do not have the understanding of the traditional Chinese into simplicity, what can you use to "enter the traditional Chinese" at a higher level? If you do not have more understanding of the sword and sword skills from the traditional Chinese into simplicity, how can you "simplify" more deeply?"

Changsun Jing was very focused when he heard it. This was the first time someone told him about this principle. The tiger Taoist also became focused. He felt that Meng Qi had summarized the little things he had thought for many years in just a few words. The words behind him seemed to have cleared away a layer of fog in front of him and had a new perspective and view of sword techniques.

"How will Meng Daxia reach from traditional Chinese to simpler, and from simpler to traditional Chinese?" Changsun Jing asked curiously.

Meng Qi suppressed his graceful smile and said indifferently: "You can use the Blood Killing Sword Technique again."

Changsun Jing drew out the long sword in confusion and slashed it down fiercely again.

"Puncture the right wrist." Meng Qi's speech speed increased.

When Changsun Jing heard this, his sword technique changed from hard to soft, and he split down to an oblique arc.

"Pick up." Meng Qi said two simple words.

Changsun Jing was slightly stunned, and the real scene of the fight seemed to appear in his mind. The opponent was picking the sword, with high in front and low in the back, just avoiding his long sword and threatening his chest and abdomen.

He dodged his side, slashing his sword, full of the brilliance of dying together.

"Slice the left leg." Meng Qi said three words this time.

Changsun Jing's face changed slightly. If the opponent cut his left leg with a long sword, he would be able to hit him before he could unfold, and he would also avoid the danger of dying together.

He thought for a moment and changed his trick again.

In this way, on one hand, he used his sword technique, while Meng Qi used his mouth to replace the sword, pointing directly at the flaw, and the tiger Taoist, Batu and Ruan Yushu watched quietly.

Gradually, Changsun Jing thought longer and longer, and each knife had to breathe several times. If it were actual combat, he would have been thrown to the ground long ago, but Meng Qi was just a demonstration and did not urge him.

After a while, Changsun Jing sighed and took back the sword: "Meng Daxia, I lost."

His forehead was densely filled with sweat, and his spirits were depressed, which was even more tiring than a real fight with people.

He said with longing and hope: "It turns out that this is the realm of going from complex to simple. I feel that my sword technique has been restored to the simplest combination in your eyes, and there is no secret at all. You can even see what moves I will use next."

"After starting from simple to traditional Chinese, there are constant changes, and the flaws and traps are difficult to distinguish. Facing this sword technique, you will feel like you are trapped in a net of heaven and earth, and you can't break free. As for who is stronger in simple and traditional Chinese, it depends on who has a deeper skill and a higher level."

Meng Qi did not talk about the problem of going from complex to simple, but instead said, "If you encounter an enemy whose moves change, you can completely violate the sword technique and a few unchanging sword techniques. In their eyes, this is contrary to common sense, but it also means that they cannot predict your next action. This is called "no move."

As long as you are still drawing the sword, no matter what, there are moves. Not in the absolute sense.

"No trick..." Changsun Jing and Taoist Hu thought to himself.

"If you want to 'no moves', you must first master the few unchanging rules contained in the moves. Otherwise, if you do whatever you want, you will be a child dancing. The enemy will not be confused at all. You can knock you down with one move, and it is easy to unconsciously bring unchanging rules, and you will still be seen through and guessed." Meng Qi walked to the big tree, his tone was cold and his back was deep.

"What about after no move?" Changsun Jing asked boldly.

Meng Qi didn't think too clearly. While using this to sort out his ideas, he slowly spoke: "Return to 'having moves' and thoroughly grasp the unchanging laws and essences of all changes. He can pick them up at will, and he can only use simple, clever, clever, or complicated. He can attract people to the game, or "no moves" and unexpectedly. In the eyes of such masters, he has lost the definition of 'no moves' again, and moves are only applicable and not applicable."

"What's next?" Changsun Jing was fascinated by the hearing.

"After?" Meng Qi's voice became emotional, "The sword in the heart. Whether it is a sword or a sword forgetting, it is ultimately tempering the soul, sympathizing with one's own sword, and sympathizing with the nature of heaven and earth. The moves really begin to get close to the essence and close to the mystery of heaven and earth, but in the end, we still have to return to the essence of the sword and to those questions. What is a sword? Why is a sword? Where is it in its own life, martial arts, and what does it represent between the laws and laws of the movement of heaven and earth? Different people have different answers, and this is the beginning of their own sword path."

"After stepping out, the world and the world meet inside and outside, and the long sword meets nature. Once a sword comes out, the principles of law are contained. The clouds can be determined from the top and the yellow springs can be broken from the bottom. The mountains cannot be blocked, and the vast sea cannot be blocked!"

Although the difficulty of a half-step outdoor scene is better than that of an outdoor scene, after all, opening the entrance to the entrance of life and death and building a bridge to the sky and earth is closely related to the mysterious and dangerous ancestral orifice between the eyebrows. If you are not careful, you will become an idiot or die directly. There is also a certain need for your own mind and nature and perception, but the outdoor scene is not difficult.

It has requirements for one's own mind and nature, which is related to its own understanding of the nature of the world. If there are good practices, good resources, mind and nature, it will not be relatively high. However, if a warrior like this world, he has neither the way to open the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows, he can only walk around like an illusion, nor the detailed method of the intersection of the inside and outside heaven and earth. If he wants to succeed, the state of mind and nature and natural perception must reach a very high level, which is almost equivalent to the real state of the outside, so that he can break the entrance, intersect the inside and outside, and step into the outside from the nine orifices in one step.

Therefore, the Sword Emperor's spiritual and perceptual realm was significantly higher than his physical realm and actual combat power.

Changsun Jing, Batu and the Hu Taoist were all fascinated by the sound. Whether it was true or false, Xiao Meng, the great master, at least described a bright and grand picture to himself and others, a picture that suited the truth!

"After that, maybe we have to repeat this process again: moves that follow the laws of heaven and earth, "no moves" that violate the laws of law, and casual repetition of truly mastering..." Meng Qi thought to himself that he actually didn't know much about the outdoor scene.

"Don't think too much about it later. I'm just talking casually. Do you understand what is ahead?" Meng Qi turned around and asked calmly.

Changsun Jing saluted solemnly: "I will study the introductory swords again. Meng Daxia, your words made me clear and see the sun, and I benefited a lot. But if I have instructions in the future, no one dared not to follow."

He was born into a beggar, which was a rare politeness.

"When your sword skills reach a certain level, I will compete with you again." Meng Qi thought with a funny look, hoping that he would also master the essence of the Heavenly Sword by then.

The Sword Emperor's guidance made Meng Qi gain a lot, so he had the idea of ​​giving guidance to Changsun Jingyier.

Because the incident just now was quite a big deal, Meng Qi believed that the national teacher, Sword Emperor, Demon Queen and others had noticed this. They restrained each other and would not be in trouble tonight.

This is also Lu Guan's judgment, so he is relieved to let them talk about it when they meet the right prime minister tomorrow.

Back in his own yard and entered the living room, Meng Qi finally stopped pretending to be a cold face and said to Ruan Yushu, "I have been thinking about what excuses to see the third prince tomorrow. Now I don't have to worry. I will visit the four princes one by one tomorrow to see how they are and how they are."

"Yes." Ruan Yushu held Guqin and walked towards his wing room.

Meng Qi was quite puzzled: "You are not curious about what excuses are you?"

"I won't go anyway." Ruan Yushu left a light and fluttering sentence.
Chapter completed!