Along the long sword path, one of his figures stood proudly.
Raising his head and looking at the four magnificent stone statues of the Moon God in front of him, Ye Chen raised a smile on his lips, "Sixty percent sword power!"
For one month in a row, Ye Chen spent all his time practicing swordsmanship, immersed in the swordsmanship of three generations.
On the long sword path, hundreds of its Sword God Sect disciples were wandering. Under the leadership of Ye Chen, more and more Sword God Sect disciples poured into this sword path.
The stone statues of the Moon God were filled with the shocking sword intent. Ye Chen looked at the four stone statues of the Moon God, and felt peaceful in his heart.
"Peak Sword Intention!" Ye Chen murmured softly and raised his sword. His figure was as erratic as the breeze, and the sword light gathered together to form a blooming sword flower.
Some Luoxia Peak disciples stopped and looked respectfully at the figure dancing the sword. Immediately, these disciples were all intoxicated by Ye Chen's sword style.
An ordinary set of basic swordsmanship brought out its own unique charm in Ye Chen's hands, and the eyes of some of the disciples who were still at the martial arts level were brightened.
Looking at this sword style, they felt that there was a bottleneck that they could not reach in the past, but there was still a sign of a breakthrough.
Thinking of this, these people immediately sat down on the sword and started practicing directly.
Ye Chen didn't care about this and continued to dance with his sword. He integrated his understanding of the artistic conception of the three generations into this sword style, and the sword style became more and more mysterious.
For those Qi Martial Realm disciples, although this is a basic sword technique, it looks extremely mysterious.
The wind blew, the sword moved, and the entire sword path was extremely quiet. Every disciple looked at the dancing figure, and they all saw different things in it.
The wind blows and the sword dances, and the sword intention dances! Ye Chen's whole body seems to be integrated into this world. The stars move, the sun and the moon change. None of this affects Ye Chen, nor does it affect the disciples of the Sword God Sect.
It wasn't until the first ray of dawn fell on Ye Chen the next day that Ye Chen stopped. He raised his head and looked at the Moon Goddess statue with a blank look, then turned around and looked at the Luoxia Peak disciple closest to him.
.softly said: "What is the artistic conception?"
Han Jian, he was originally a third-level disciple of the Qi Martial Realm in Luoxia Peak, but he had been at the third level of the Qi Martial Realm for several years.
Seeing Ye Chen's gaze, Han Jian trembled slightly. Hearing the words, Han Jian shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know, I don't know. This artistic conception cannot be grasped or grasped!"
"The artistic conception is hard to grasp!" After saying this, Ye Chen glanced past Han Jian and landed on the other disciples, saying softly: "Then do you know what the artistic conception is?"
These dozens of people are all warriors at the third level of Qiwu, but they are only at the third level of Qiwu. Hearing this, these disciples all shook their heads. They did not understand the artistic conception.
Sitting on the rock, Ye Chen did not continue to question these disciples, but raised his head. Looking at the illusory sky, he murmured softly: "The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight. The sun is setting over the long river!"
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention! Hearing this, Han Jian and the others were all shocked, secretly thinking about this poem they had never heard before: "The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river!"
"What a beautiful poem!" Han Jian murmured softly, and this beautiful picture appeared in his mind involuntarily.
The dozens of disciples at the third level of Qiwu all closed their eyes. Following Ye Chen's words, they seemed to be in a desert, with vast and boundless yellow sand. They looked up at the sky, and there was not a trace of cloud in the sky. There was no grass or trees.
Stop traveling. Looking far into the distance, you can see a wisp of smoke rising at the end of the sky. This is a shock, a shock to the soul. Han Jian and others were suddenly shocked, opened their eyes, and looked at Ye Ye thoughtfully.
morning.
"There are thousands of artistic conceptions, and the artistic conception is different for everyone!" The sword energy transformed in Ye Chen's hands, forming a blooming flower, which then withered.
The cycle of life and death! Death represents a new life. Ye Chen dispersed the sword energy and murmured softly: "Everyone has a unique artistic conception. To a certain extent, we are poets. When we give the artistic conception to the sword, it will
The sword intention is formed!"
After a pause, Ye Chen continued: "For poets, artistic conception is a poetic space with infinite charm where scenes blend together, virtuality and reality come together, activating the rhythm of life. "
"What about swordsmen?" After saying this, Ye Chen glanced at Han Jian. In the past month, Han Jian was the only one who could touch the edge of the sword's will.
Closing his eyes, Ye Chen continued to comprehend the sword intention of the third generation, while everyone around him fell into silence.
Han Jianruo looked at Ye Chen meaningfully and sat on the rock. The scenes of his life experiences were constantly replayed in his mind.
Artistic conception, as well as life, is undergoing a change in Han Jian. Others are also slightly thinking about it. Sometimes, if you understand, you understand, and if you don't understand, you still don't understand.
A few moments later, Han Jian raised his head, bowed to Ye Chen thoughtfully, and then turned around and left.
When Han Jian left, Han Jian's body was filled with a vague sword intention. Ye Chen knew that Han Jian had realized his own artistic conception.
Several Luoxia Peak disciples caught a glimpse of Han Jian's leaving figure, with a trace of contemplation in their eyes. One of them, a middle-aged man, took a few steps across and bowed to Ye Chen: "I dare to ask the sect master, is his swordsmanship good?"
Do you have a realm?"
Liuye is the name of a middle-aged man with good talent. He has already become a third-level Qiwu warrior at the age of forty, and has defeated dozens of opponents of the same level with his superb sword style.
Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at Liu Ye with a smile in his eyes, without saying anything.
The sword energy circulated in Ye Chen's hand again, and the sword energy changed erratically, just like Ye Chen's thinking. When Liu Ye asked this sentence, Ye Chen was thinking deeply.
"Do you think there is a realm?" Ye Chen did not answer, but asked Liu Ye. In response, Liu Ye shook his head slightly and murmured: "I don't know, I used to think there was, but now I am confused!"
"In my opinion, swordsmanship has realms, which can be divided into three categories!" Having said this, Ye Chen removed the sword energy from his palms and said in a deep voice: "The first one is that there is a sword in the hand, but there is no sword in the heart;
The main thing to practice is the sword style, one move at a time; the second thing is, there is a sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, the so-called sword integration, what is practiced is the sword intention; the third thing is, there is no sword in the hand, there is no sword in the heart.
The sword is a kind of peace that is as great as it is empty!"
"For swordsmen, as long as you think there is a realm, then there is a realm. Why bother to be persistent!" At this point, Ye Chen pointed out and his sword energy broke through the clouds in the void.
The dawn shined through the broken clouds and fell on Liu Ye. Liu Ye's figure was shaken, and his face showed a look of sudden enlightenment. He held his sword and made a sword salute to Ye Chen, stood up, and retreated.
"Not bad understanding!" Looking at Liu Ye's leaving back, Ye Chen murmured softly.
Seeing Liu Yeruo's thoughtful departure, other peak disciples also stepped forward. This time it was a disciple of Xiyue Peak, whose white dress set off his temperament vividly.
The woman is Feng Ge, who has worshiped Xiyue Peak since she was a child. It has been more than thirty years now. Feng Ge held a sword and made a sword salute to Ye Chen, saying: "Swordsmanship has a realm, so can a sword have a realm?
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After all, he was a warrior in the Qi Martial Realm, and the questions he asked were all directed to the essence. Ye Chen thought for a moment, stood up, held the Qilin Sword, and struck the rocks beside the mountain with one sword. The sharpness of the Qilin Sword was enough to break through the stone.
Mountain rocks.
Ye Chen stopped, looked at Feng Ge who was thoughtful, and held the huge stone sword beside him. The stone sword fell suddenly, but it seemed to be light and airy. When the sword fell, the rocks were broken.
After reaching this point, Ye Chen glanced at Feng Ge again, raised his left hand, held the falling petals between his fingertips, flicked his left hand, and the petals shot out, breaking through the rocks as well.
Sheathing his sword, Ye Chen sat down again and closed his eyes without disturbing Feng Ge, who was thoughtful.
After a few moments, Ye Chen finally spoke: "There are three sword techniques, and there are also three sword realms. The first is that the sword is sharp and invincible; the second is that the heavy sword has no edge, and is ingenious and useless; the third is that flying flowers and picking leaves are without a sword.
Victory with a sword."
Having said this, Ye Chen stopped pointing out the truth and could only rely on Feng Ge's understanding.
Pulling out the sword, Feng Ge glanced at it and murmured softly: "When I was young, I was like one of them. I showed my sharp edge and fought to be the first in everything. Now, I am like the second one. I see her like a good woman and snatch her like a tiger. From now on.
, I am like the third one, I can win without a sword but with a sword, I will be disadvantaged in every direction!"
Having said this, Feng Ge, like Han Jian and Liu Ye before, bowed to Ye Chen, stood up and left.
Whether it was Han Jian, Liu Ye, or Feng Ge, they were all impressed by Ye Chen, not only by Ye Chen's prestige, but also by Ye Chen's realm.
When the three of them left, they made a sword salute as a master's salute. It was as if, in the hearts of the three of them, Ye Chen was already considered a master.
A teacher preaches and imparts knowledge and solves doubts. Isn’t this what the so-called teacher is like?