"Then why didn't you teach me earlier?" Ling Chuxi said with some confusion. If Cang Yuan had taught her earlier, even if she couldn't use it, she could have understood it earlier.
"If you hadn't been promoted to Tianyuan and your martial arts alchemy had improved a lot, you wouldn't be able to understand it even if I taught you. If you're not careful, you might even hurt your consciousness," Sword Spirit said.
Ling Chuxi understood that with her current martial arts determination, she had just practiced it in her mind, and her spiritual sea was almost exhausted. She just guessed that there must be something wrong with what she had learned before, but she did not expect that the consequences would be so serious.
Hurt your own spiritual consciousness.
Ling Chuxi remembered that at Xiaoyin Ancient Mountain, Huangfu Qingjue once said that when one's strength surpasses Tianyuan and reaches the level of a master, if one still cannot understand the inner heart of martial arts, it will be difficult to make any progress in strength.
"Okay, you can meditate on it yourself. I'm going to restore my spiritual power." After the sword spirit said that, his tired figure flashed and disappeared.
Ling Chuxi rested for a while, and after her innate vitality and mental strength gradually recovered, she started practicing again. After being promoted, her body's recovery speed was much faster than before.
Ling Chuxi's sword moved slowly as her heart moved, as if it contained endless mysteries. The clouds were steaming above the peaks, and the faint clouds and mist enveloped her. The warm sunshine sprinkled layers of fantasy-like dazzling brilliance all around.
As the light scattered, Ling Chuxi's figure became misty, like mist or clouds, mysterious, beautiful, holy, just like the fairy in the painting.
Su Yanhua and Su Xiuer stood in the distance, quietly looking at Ling Chuxi's graceful figure in the fantasy light and shadow. Gradually, a strange feeling came to their hearts: Ling Chuxi's graceful figure seemed to bring
There is a magical rhythm that makes people unconsciously intoxicated. She is clearly right in front of them, but it gives people an ethereal feeling of a transcendent world. Unknowingly, they are deeply involved in it, and there seems to be some subtleties in their hearts.
understanding.
Seeing the strange behavior of Su Yanhua and others, other people gradually gathered around and stared at Ling Chuxi, following her movements and integrating into the rhythm.
But in everyone's mind, they have completely different understandings: some are natural and simple; some are flowing like wind and clouds; some are majestic and fierce; some are vast and vast, like mountains and seas...
Although Ling Chuxi's sword style cannot be seen clearly, everyone can more or less feel the infinite meaning contained in Cang Yuan's sword style. Subtly, they have a trace of their own martial arts understanding, which belongs to
My own artistic conception of martial arts.
For true martial arts masters, this kind of martial arts artistic conception is the most important.
At this time, Ling Chuxi did not know that it was this unintentional exercise that would cultivate many legendary masters for the sect's holy realm in the future, and also push the Jindan Sect to a peak that no one could surpass.
Yili stared at the figure in the dazzling light for a long time, her chest rising and falling with excitement.
With the strength of the peak of true energy, she can understand the mystery contained in the fuzzy sword style better than anyone else, which is simply not something she can compare with or resist.
Losing to her was really not unfair at all! It was at this moment that Yi Li felt her master's reverence and fascination for that mysterious woman, because facing Ling Chuxi at this time, the same feeling rose in her heart