Lin Yun's heart trembled, and he felt a chill inexplicably on the fat old man.
If he is unable to defeat his piano sound when he comes down, will he also be buried at the bottom of this lake?
If he had been confused by the sound of the piano that day, would he die in a devilish moment when he beating?
The answer is probably because I am a little reluctant to accept it.
Thinking of this, Lin Yun looked at the old man in front of him and probably guessed the identity of this person.
No matter what, the old man's strength is undoubtedly.
Since the other party agreed to solve the problem, at least his purpose of coming here has been achieved, then ask.
"I would like to ask seniors, after the peak of swordsmanship is complete, will there be a corresponding realm above?"
Lin Yun expressed his doubts that had been entangled in his heart for a long time.
“Of course there is.”
The fat old man looked cold and said lightly: "Ordinary people know that martial arts and martial arts have four realms, first success, small success, great success and peak perfection, but it is already amazing that most people can practice one martial arts to achieve great success.
Achievement.”
Having said that, a faint sarcasm appeared on the fat old man's face.
Then he said: "As for the perfection of the peak, it is very rare. So no one will ask or think about it. After the peak, there is still a way? They are like people in the painting, one by one
If you don’t know it yourself, you can perceive this step, and it’s not far from painting.”
"The realm above the peak courtyard gate is a painting realm?"
Lin Yun said softly as if he was thinking.
It seemed that I had caught something, quietly waiting for the old man's explanation, and a lot of expectations surged in my eyes.
"It's right. It's indeed a transformation. However, this transformation is not the transformation, but it is a superb artistic conception, referred to as the transformation state..."
The fat old man didn't care whether Lin Yun could understand it or not. He sat down and took a sip of tea, and continued to talk.
"In short, it is to turn it into one's own swordsmanship. No matter how strong a swordsmanship is, it is also created by the predecessors. Turn it into one's own swordsmanship, I don't know that it is better than the former
How many times. Boy, do you understand?"
The fat old man looked at Lin Yun with a little disdain and sneered: "But it's useless to tell you. Even if you know, you're afraid it's...hehe."
He kept it aside, laughed, and said nothing.
"You mean, even if I know, I may not be able to break the painting. Even if I can't even break the painting, I can't talk about turning it into my own use and re-made it."
Lin Yun was keen on thinking and noticed what the other party had not said.
"As the first person to come to me in ten years, you are not too stupid. I, that's what I mean."
The fat old man dragged his long tail sound and smiled lightly.
Lin Yun did not say much and bowed back.
He slowly walked to the middle of the lake and knew the road, and the next thing he could do was to understand.
Looking around, Lin Yun closed his eyes.
The fat old man touched his beard, and a smile appeared on his old and cold face.
This kid is somewhat to his heart.
No nonsense, whether it can be done or not, try it first.
But what you do is useless, it is not easy to break the painting. The so-called broken painting means breaking all the sword techniques that have been practiced to the peak and perfect, but the foundation must be preserved.
If you are not careful and fail to make a broken painting, you will lose all your life.
He was somewhat similar to that boy back then and always didn't believe in evil.
I don’t know how that old boy lived in the Burial Sword Forest.
Some past events appeared in my mind, and a look of irritability flashed in the fat old man's eyes, his brows frowned slightly, and he didn't want to think too much, so he hugged his head and fell asleep.
On the lake, Lin Yun was immersed in the thoughts of Shuiyue Sword Technique, and there was a wilderness in his imagination.
The Shuiyue Sword Technique is constantly decomposing. Countless afterimages appeared on the wasteland, and each afterimage is used.
Different moves of Shuiyue Sword Technique.
The sword technique, which originally had only eighteen moves, turned into more than one hundred steps under his dismantling.
As time goes by, the number of afterimages in the wasteland increases, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred... is increasing.
Three days later.
The fat old man woke up slowly and looked towards the center of the lake, his face suddenly changed slightly.
He woke up immediately and looked closely. He saw Lin Yun’s body emitting a light of inspiration on the lake. The light of inspiration was like silk, wrapping him layer by layer, like a circle of silkworm cocoons.
"this……"
The fat old man was shocked, obviously not expecting such a scene.
Lin Yun, immersed in his imagination, turned a deaf ear to everything around him.
In the wasteland, he sat upright on a stone mountain, looking at the dense afterimages below. From time to time, he bounced his fingers, and without bounce, the afterimage disappeared.
There are at least a lot of afterimages, and now, from more to less.
It's mysterious, but not difficult to understand.
He is breaking the Shuiyue Sword Technique he has learned in the past, dismantle it, rewrite it, and transform it into the Shuiyue Sword Technique that is most suitable for him.
The water is still the same piece of water, the moon is still the crescent moon, only the sword is different from the past!
“It should be enough.”
When only nine afterimages were left, Lin Yun nodded.
Wow!
In reality, Lin Yun opened his eyes, wrapped around his spiritual cocoon, and immediately shattered.
Pull out the silk and peel off the cocoon and break out of the painting!
When the spiritual cocoon completely dissipated, thousands of light burst out from Lin Yun's body, dazzling.
The ice-skinned and jade bones are flowing light, like a new life.
He stretched out his hand and a dead branch flew over the island and was held tightly by it.
Spring breeze turns into rain, and all rivers flow together!
The spring breeze turns into rain and moistens things silently. It was originally a water and moon sword technique, which was erratic and invisible artistic conception. There were five moves that could be broken by him and softened within one move.
With a sword, the drizzle turned into streams and all rivers flowed together.
boom!
He abandoned the changes and integrated the power of this artistic conception into a sword.
Silently, the water surface suddenly rose, and huge waves rushed to the sky.
From now on, his Water Moon Sword Technique will only have a kind of artistic conception, like the moon will last forever, rule the world, and admire itself, and transform the moon's arrogance into the ultimate domineering aura.
View the sky with water!
Lin Yun's sword force spread, and there seemed to be a layer of lake water on the surface, which was boundless and magnificent. This small lake seemed to become thicker.
The smoke and water are vast.
The calm lake surface has ripples, and the vast mist of water quietly arose.
The sword of the novel is like a lake with only a vast mist, vast and vast atmosphere, like a dream.
This sword has vast smoke and mist.
The waves are surging!
The sword lights swayed on the lake, and they emerged one after another, dancing with the waves. The swords were like waves and the waves were like swords.
If it is deep inside, not to mention blocking the sword light, it would be good to be able to stand firm.
Lin Yun used six swords in a row, and each sword seemed to have different changes. But each sword had the same artistic conception, which was domineering and arrogance like the moon, always from beginning to end
, all penetrated into every sword light.
The light of the bright moon!
It is the same bright moon light, but the bright moon light is very different now.
It was a purple sword light, and a purple moon swayed on the lake. When the moonlight appeared, Lin Yun's figure disappeared strangely.
In the world, there is only a bright moon-like sword light that cuts through the lake.
Click!
The sword light passed by, and the lake surface was like flat ground, and a flat and slender gully appeared. Lin Yun did not appear until the moonlight dissipated.
It’s not that he really disappeared, it’s just that the moonlight is too strong, covering up everything in the world.
Frost is thousands of miles away!
Water Moon Mirror Flower!
Immediately afterwards, two more killer moves were displayed one by one in his hands. After being promoted to the realm of transformation, these two killer moves were also beyond recognition, but they were perfectly in line with his own sword intent, as if the Shuiyue Sword Technique was himself.
The creation is general.
Not enough...
Lin Yun, who had used the Shuiyue Sword Technique, stood on the lake, thinking about something.
After vaguely, after the Nine Swords were swept, he felt that he could go further and truly urge his Shuiyue Sword Technique to the limit.
But this inspiration is erratic and difficult to grasp.
Just as this inspiration was about to disappear, a harsh sound of piano sound suddenly sounded in his ears.
Lin Yun's eyes shone brightly and he immediately realized.
Accompanied by this shocking sound of the piano, after swinging out of the realm of transformation, the tenth sword that belonged to him entirely.
The lake exploded, and a terrifying tornado burst out, and the sky suddenly became dark. As the whistling, the majestic sword intent poured out, and the vision was continuous, and lightning bursts through the sky, which was so terrifying that it was suffocating.
.
This sword shattered the sky and the clouds, and only this sword could last forever like the moon!
Lin Yun stood with his "sword" and said softly: "This tenth sword is called... the sky breaks the clouds."
The tenth sword that belongs to him alone, the broken clouds of the sky alone.
"You guys are so hidden that I'm not fooling around."
The fat old man looked indifferent and slightly unhappy.
Lin Yun smiled slightly, without explanation. He was thinking hard on the cliff of thought, and his swordsmanship had already reached the point where he was about to come out.
It was just a short walk. It seemed that it only took three days to break the painting, but no one could know how he survived the cliff of Thoughts.
"If I don't have absolute certainty, how dare I jump into this abyss?"
Lin Yun's words seemed very confident, but there was a bitterness hidden in this confidence that he could understand.
After sitting down, he thanked him.
Without the last sound of the fat old man's piano, he would probably not be able to comprehend the tenth sword.
Once you miss the fleeting inspiration, you will definitely not be able to understand the sky and the clouds in your life. There is only one such opportunity.
If you miss it, you miss it.
The old man nodded indifferently, not in high spirits.
"Senior said that I have been watching flowers here for ten years, but I don't seem to see flowers on this island?"
Thinking of this, Lin Yun asked curiously.
"Slashed with one sword."
"Why?"
Lin Yun was surprised.
The fat old man held the teacup and said lightly: "As you said, the longer the flowers grow, the more beautiful they grow, the more ugly they grow, and the more annoying they see, so he slashed them with one sword."
The words were understatement, but Lin Yun was thrilling to hear them.
The so-called viewing of flowers is definitely not really viewing of flowers. The old man has been here for ten years and must have realized the sword.
After ten years of enlightenment, he slashed with another sword. This is what the fat old man thinks, all the swords that have been enlightened for ten years have been wrong.
But even if it is really wrong, it will be a ten-year achievement. It is really surprising that it is a bit surprising.
"Do you regret it?"
"Haha, you won't regret killing someone. I'm killing a flower, why should I regret it?"
The fat old man put down the teacup and smiled leisurely, "Don't care about me, you'd better think about yourself. Missing the cliff disappears for three days, which is equivalent to escaping, and it is a death sentence. Before dawn, if you can't go back, you will be dead.
Meizi can't save you."
Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he looked back.
A lonely peak goes straight into the clouds, and above the clouds, I don’t know how high it is.
At the beginning, I just thought about getting down, but never thought about how to get up.
The fat old man looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of playfulness.