Raising his head slightly, he looked at the endless void. The two sword intentions coming from his belt were always surrounding Ye Shaohan's heart. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes. The sword intention of the second generation represented the tyranny of who else in the world, and the sword of the fourth generation. The meaning of the sword represents the killing of all living beings, but what does the meaning of the sword represent? Killing?
Killing all the people like the fourth generation! Is this overbearing?
Dominate the world like the second generation.
No, that is definitely not the intention of my sword. My sword does not seek to be proud of the nine heavens, nor does it pursue the ultimate in love. My sword only pursues the ultimate in killing, killing those who I must kill.
Stretching out his left hand to hold the falling snowflakes, Ye Shaohan muttered softly: "In the realm of me, I observe things with me, and all the old things have my color; in the realm of selflessness, I observe things with things, so I don't know who is me. , what is a thing?”
"Soldiers have no constant momentum, and water has no constant shape; the mastery of application lies in one mind. Look for flaws in thousands of moves, see the leaks in all kinds of martial arts, and use no moves to defeat all moves. In the realm of self, the moves are important, and in the realm of no self "Reuse"
Ye Shaohan thought hard for a while before speaking slowly. Ye Shaohan's eyes became firmer and firmer. The two sword intentions still surrounded Ye Shaohan's heart. However, at this moment, he didn't care anymore. He said proudly: "I have a sword in my hand. Why should I look for my ancestors? I have no self, I have myself, I am myself, and I have forgotten myself."
The whole body's momentum is strong, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, with its edge sharply exposed.
The snowflakes floating in the air became even bigger. Ye Shaohan gestured slightly and started to use basic sword skills. This set of sword skills was not even close to the advanced level of Huang rank.
However, Ye Shaohan was immersed in it. He did not do it deliberately as usual, but just followed it. When the sword came to his heart, his figure danced like a butterfly in the falling snowflakes. His sword moves became more smooth and he could use them freely. There was no sign of reluctance. Gradually, a trace of elegant temperament appeared on Ye Shaohan's body. Everything was so natural. His swordsmanship gradually blended into the surrounding environment. The sword moves in his hand also began to change quietly. The sound of breaking through the air resounded around the sword, and the sword energy was tumbling around in the center of the sword body.
The sword kept beating according to a certain pattern with Ye Shaohan's ups and downs steps. It was so flexible that people felt it was incredible, as if the Qilin Sword had become a part of Ye Shaohan's body.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan actually felt the joyful fluctuations of the Qilin Sword. At this moment, he seemed to feel the emotions of all things.
Sometimes Ye Shaohan's figure is like a lonely boat in the sea, constantly swaying, as if it will be blown over by a breeze at any time, but sometimes Ye Shaohan's figure is as steady as a mountain, with sword shadows flying on the snow, and the fire unicorn is so quiet Standing there quietly and watching, Ye Shaohan's floating long black hair exuded a unique charm, while his casual sword exuded endless chicness and elegance.
Killing intent permeates the air! Ye Shaohan's eyes are extremely sharp, and at the same time his sword power becomes extremely fierce, like the calm before the storm, it will be over if it doesn't come.
The casual sword still showed endless coolness, even if it was a murderous sword, Fire Qilin had to sigh!
There were bursts of sword wind, and the snowflakes were shattered in the blink of an eye. Ye Shaohan's figure also changed extremely quickly. Countless sword skills were unleashed in Ye Shaohan's hands, including Xuan-level sword skills, but more were Huang-level sword skills. If there were The elders who were familiar with the martial arts in the Library Pavilion were once again shocked into silence. Ye Shaohan had almost passed all the sword skills in the Library Pavilion.
The cold wind was still roaring. Huo Qilin looked at the figure and sighed softly, and murmured softly: "I'm still on that road! Have you forgotten yourself?"
The cold wind carried snowflakes and hit Ye Shaohan's face. Ye Shaohan also stopped and looked at the huge ancestral pavilion with confusion in his eyes.
If I don’t pursue the extreme of emotionalism, if I don’t pursue the hegemony of self-centeredness, I will forget myself...
The sky is filled with snowflakes, and Ye Shaohan's figure looks so eye-catching in the vast white world...
The figure of Fire Qilin floated to Ye Shaohan's side, looking at Ye Shaohan whose eyes became more and more determined, he said softly: "I have realized the artistic conception!"
"Well! At that moment, I seemed to have entered a mysterious feeling! No matter how I tried to recall it, I couldn't remember the feeling just now! It was as if I had forgotten everything!" Ye Shaohan muttered softly.
As he spoke, Ye Shaohan's eyes became extremely indifferent. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's whole temperament seemed to have changed, and he was indifferent to everything.
With his hands behind his back, Huo Qilin also raised his head and looked at the sky, sighing: "There are three strongest artistic conceptions on the mainland, only self, only emotion, and no self. There are thousands of artistic conceptions, but there is always one artistic conception that has been ignored by others.
Forgetting, that is the artistic conception of selflessness, Ye Shaohan, maybe you have time to regret it now, the artistic conception of selflessness is not something you can bear!"
"Selfless mood?"
Ye Shaohan turned away and looked at Huo Qilin and murmured softly, then his eyes condensed and he said lightly: "Why?"
The snowflakes fell above the Fire Qilin and turned into white air and dissipated. The snow where the Fire Qilin was standing melted, and a ball of white air enveloped the two figures.
However, in the vast whiteness, Huo Qilin's eyes looked so eye-catching. After a pause, Huo Qilin said in a deep voice: "The feelings are completely suppressed, and reason dominates thinking. This is the artistic conception of selflessness. Once upon a time, this is what the Four Generations realized.
The artistic conception of selflessness, however, with the emergence of Yueqin Yun, the artistic conception of the fourth generation also appeared. Perhaps it was because of this that the fourth generation was buried in the battlefield outside the territory!"
"Does reason dominate thinking?" Ye Shaohan read softly.
Seeing this, Huo Qilin continued: "Forget the pain, even forget all the emotions, forget yourself in the battle, forget the moves, ideas, fear, the mainland does not lack those geniuses, but those who enter the selfless state of mind are all the best.
Lost in killing! Killing, in a selfless world, there is nothing but killing! Ye Shaohan, you can't afford this!"
"Killing? Haha, I never hate killing, and I will not let killing dominate me!"
This was the first time he heard Huo Qilin calling his name, which showed how serious the matter was. Ye Shaohan paused, staring at Huo Qilin with the same solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Selflessness is the tranquility sought in loneliness, haha, I am not afraid.
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Seeing this, Huo Qilin no longer tried to dissuade him, but gave a very complicated sigh. Wasn't it because of his own guidance that Ye Shaohan took this path?
He raised his sword and drew it out. Ye Shaohan's figure began to dance again. Seeing this, Huo Qilin also stepped aside, looking at the jade pendant in his hand with complicated eyes, and said in a very complicated tone: "Fifth generation, did you leave this sword intention behind?
Do you want to guide Ye Shaohan into a state of selflessness?"
After saying that, a muffled voice sounded next to Huo Qilin's ears, but then dissipated.
The long sword was waved, and countless sets of sword skills were displayed in Ye Shaohan's hands. Ye Shaohan also entered into that mysterious feeling again.
Murderous aura filled the air, Ye Shaohan gradually forgot himself, and even the whole world. Only the sword in his hand was in his eyes, and his clear eyes sometimes showed determination and sometimes confusion.
"I didn't expect that he would realize the artistic conception at this moment, alas!"
The fire unicorn sighed lightly, turned into a rainbow and flew towards the unicorn ring in Ye Shaohan's hand, and finally disappeared into the unicorn ring.
The wind and snow are still there, and the figure dances alone in the white world. Looking up from a distance, the figure looks so lonely.
There are no other buildings within a few miles of the ancestral pavilion. Looking up from a distance, the entire ancestral pavilion is like a sharp sword piercing the sky.
There are many magnificent attics. On the top of the library, a beautiful figure stands proudly. The cold wind picks up the snowflakes and also blows the snowy white dress.
The beautiful figure was thin, and the snow-like skin was slightly pale. Ye Shaolan looked at it quietly. In her sight, the roaring wind and snow gradually drowned Ye Shaohan's figure.
"Why are you still working so hard now?" Ye Shaolan murmured softly, his tone was extremely low, and there was finally a trace of intolerance in his eyes.
However, the words Ye Shaohan said to her always lingered in her mind. A few moments later, Ye Shaolan sighed softly and said bitterly: "Ye Shaohan, you are really buried in loneliness!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Shaolan's figure fell lightly into the snow. The tracks of two rolling wheels emerged on the snow, and it was Ye Shaohao.
Snowflakes still fell all over Ye Shaohao's body. Ye Shaohao's eyes were also looking in the direction of the ancestral pavilion. At this moment, he realized that there was not only a gap between him and Ye Shaohan in talent, but also in terms of effort. He sighed softly.
, Ye Shaohao said in a slightly lower tone: "Maybe that's it, he can always leave his peers behind, without even a chance for others to catch up!"
Ye Shaolan came to Ye Shaohao and patted the snowflakes off Ye Shaohao's body. A trace of regret appeared on her face because she had to face the cruel fact that she could only live in a wheelchair in her next life.
Sensing the pity on Ye Shaolan's face, Ye Shaohao shook his head gently, patted the back of Ye Shaolan's hand and said with a smile: "I'm fine, sister!"
"Yes!" Ye Shaolan smiled softly, turned around and pushed Ye Shaohao's wheelchair. A rattle sounded and the two figures disappeared into the snow.
The cold wind stirred up snowflakes all over the ground, and the snowflakes drifted to the sky with the wind. Frost hung on the branches beside the stone path.
However, at this moment, a melodious and gentle sound of the piano sounded, blowing like a spring breeze through the vast white world, as if announcing the arrival of spring.
The sound of the piano seemed to have a soothing charm, and the faces of the busy Ye family disciples showed smiles. The sound of the piano hovered over the Ye family, overwhelming the roar of the cold wind.
In the snow shadow, Ye Shaohan's movements were still as smooth as ever, and at the same time, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth.
A long time ago, he was dancing his sword quietly like this, and she was also playing the piano quietly, and the same was true for that figure in the courtyard.
The sound of the piano was sometimes low and sometimes high, and Ye Shaohan's sword style was also changing. When the sound of the piano stopped, Ye Shaohan's figure also stopped, turned around, and looked at the source of the sound.