"Is such a wonderful swordsmanship only the second level of the "selfless artistic conception" of Dugu Nine Swords?"
Ling Jing felt incredible in his heart. Just now, the Taishi uncle used the Dugu Nine Swords to knock down the rubbles flying in all directions at high speed. After that, he spliced and combined them one by one with miraculous skills, almost completely destroying the rubbles.
After returning to the state before being smashed to pieces, if the whole process had to be described in one word, it would only be "control".
The moment he drew his sword, it seemed that the entire secret cave was shrouded in the light of his sword. No change in any direction could escape his ears and eyes. The light of the sword overflowed, and one person and one sword were like the entire space.
Dominate generally.
Ling Jing was naturally dazzled by this magical realm. He originally thought that he had acquired such a heaven-defying thing as the system, and if he wanted to practice the most brilliant martial arts in the world, it would naturally be a matter of course.
But now it seems that I am afraid that my thinking is too simple.
Although there are many martial arts on the talent tree, ranging from low-level martial arts to unique martial arts, he used to only focus on how to add points to practice peerless martial arts in the shortest time, but ignored every unique skill on this last level of the talent tree.
There are still four seal grids below the icon.
In the past, he didn't know the reason for these grids. He only thought that they were the unique carvings of the ultimate martial arts icon, so he subconsciously ignored them. However, now that he thought about it, he took it too much for granted. With the system's historical style, how could he do this in vain?
A matter of kung fu.
He already had a hunch in his heart that he was afraid that the unique martial arts on the talent tree would not be so easy to learn. The four sealed grids must be inseparable from the mysterious "artistic conception".
After thinking for a while, he asked Feng Qingyang: "Uncle Taishi, are all "artistic realms" divided into four realms?"
He saw that on the last level of the talent tree, there were four sealed grids under all the secret arts icons, and he was a little confused. Did all the secret arts level martial arts have corresponding artistic conceptions? And they were all four levels?
Feng Qingyang paused slightly when he heard the words, thought for a moment, and said in deep thought: "Jing'er, there are really not many "artistic conception" masters in this world. Although Grand Master Uncle has been walking in the world in his early years, he has met so many "artistic conception" masters.
It's just a conversation about a few people. And I don't have any deep friendship with these people, so I won't talk about things that are so precious to each family as their "artistic conception". So, you have stopped Grand Master Uncle with this question."
After saying that, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Ling Jing didn't get an answer from Feng Qingyang, and felt a little disappointed. Although his strength was now among the best, he still couldn't reach the threshold of "artistic conception". He thought that with his current strength,
Although I can't say that I can roam the world, at least I can live freely in the martial arts world, but I don't want to suddenly hear that there are "Yijing" level masters again.
He had already seen the power of Feng Qingyang's second level of "selfless state of mind". He thought that he might not be able to withstand even three or two moves under the sword of this grand master uncle, and he suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart. In recent days,
The complacency of going smoothly has disappeared. The only thing I am still worried about now is how to step into the threshold of "artistic conception".
He couldn't help but recited the sixteen-character motto of "Selfless Concept" silently again in his heart. However, he had suffered from this mantra before, but he did not dare to continue to speculate and think wildly. At this time, his heart moved and he asked again: "Tai
Uncle Master, you are well-informed, why don’t you tell your disciple, who are the masters of “artistic conception” in this world?”
Although he cannot step into the threshold of "artistic conception" now, he only needs to know who are the masters of "artistic conception" in the world, and not to provoke them before he understands "artistic conception".
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang looked at him deeply and said: "Jing'er, when you travel in the world in the future, remember that Shaolin Wudang is not to be insulted. As for other things..." Suddenly he smiled "hehe" and said, "This
There are no great people in the world, so don’t underestimate yourself."
Ling Jing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. If the masters of "artistic conception" in the world were really as good as cabbage, then he could live in seclusion now. Just by listening to what Feng Qingyang said, he could determine the "artistic conception"
The only masters in the martial arts world are Taishan Beidou, Shaolin Master Fangzheng and Wudang Chongxu Taoist Master.
It's just that these two people are both highly respected seniors in the martial arts world, but they have nothing in common with me, so there is no need to worry.
At this time, he suddenly frowned, as if he thought of something again, and asked: "Uncle Grand Master, have you ever heard of the names of Dongfang Bubai and Let Me Go?"
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said: "Jing'er, you also know that Grand Master Uncle has been reclusive for many years and has no longer interfered with the affairs of the world. These two people may have had little reputation back then, but they
He's not even a top-notch person. But I don't know what his kung fu is now."
Ling Jing had many doubts in her heart. She wanted to ask something, but Feng Qingyang suddenly waved her hand and said, "Jing'er, we don't have much time today. Please listen to what I have to say first."
Seeing that his face was very serious, Ling Jing had no choice but to temporarily suppress his doubts and listen.
I saw Feng Qingyang walking a few steps with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "You have learned all the "Dugu Nine Swords" now. In the realm of "no moves", you can be considered to have understood four or five minutes of the secrets. In the future, you only need to work harder
Once you understand it, you will naturally be able to enter the first level of "selfless state of mind", "selfless and formless"."
When Ling Jing heard this, a thoughtful look appeared on his face. He suddenly remembered the time when Linghu Chong accidentally hit him when he was practicing his sword a few days ago. At that time, he was drawing the sword completely unconsciously, and every move was perfect.
It means to express yourself at will, to do whatever you want, and to give full play to what you have learned.
This state is really mysterious, but at that time I was just blessed with my soul, so I entered this state naturally. As for the next few days, it was difficult to enter this state again no matter how hard I tried.
For this reason, he often felt extremely sad in his heart, but now when Feng Qingyang mentioned the relationship between the "no move" state and the "selfless formless" state, he couldn't help but think: "Could it be that the state he entered unintentionally that time was
The state of "no self and formlessness"?"
At that moment, I felt a little happy in my heart, but suddenly I heard Feng Qingyang sigh deeply and said: "Jing'er, in fact, the most unpredictable thing in this world is not the martial arts, but the human heart."
"Remember, don't be deceived by appearances. Often the closer you are to someone, the harder it is for you to understand what they are thinking."
"Remember, remember, be careful, be careful! I'm going now."
Ling Jing was shocked when he heard this and said: "Uncle Taishi, where are you going...?"
Of course he could hear the meaning behind Feng Qingyang's words, and he was afraid that once he left, there would be no chance of seeing him again.
But these days, he listened to the teachings of this Grand Master every night, and he had already regarded him as the closest elder in his heart. A feeling of admiration arose spontaneously, and at this time, he felt very reluctant to give up. He just said this sentence:
The words fell out of his mouth.
Feng Qingyang smiled casually and said: "Silly boy, I have taught you everything you need to teach. Senior Dugu has a successor. I think if there is a soul in heaven, I will be very happy. Now Grand Master Uncle is already
If you don't have any worries, you will naturally go wherever you come from. Don't show your childlike attitude."
Finally, he patted Ling Jing on the head, turned around and exited the secret cave.
Ling Jing watched his thin back gradually disappear at the entrance of the cave, his lips trembled twice, and finally couldn't say a word. Then he lay on the ground and kowtowed three times respectfully, and couldn't raise his head for a long time.
