The third uncle frowned slightly and pondered on the spot.
The short old man was beaming with joy and laughed loudly: "You are nothing more than that."
Then, with a burst of energy, his body grew crazily.
The black silk thread tied to his body exploded with crackling, and the eighteen small flags showed signs of being broken apart.
"I broke your natal tortoise shell, which damaged your roots. It is impossible for you to still have such a defensive effect." Sanbo said with a calm gaze: "It seems that I was wrong in my estimation. You hid under the abyss of the waterfall for half an hour.
It’s not about looking for opportunities, but about using the luck in the holes to repair the cracked tortoise shell.”
"In this way, your defense level can be restored to its original state in a short period of time."
"Let me guess, how much luck did you use?"
San Bo struck the blade of the sword, and a light and crisp sound came out: "At least 30% to 40%."
"Including the 10% consumed by the Jiuyang Mirror, the luck in the acupuncture point is now less than 50%."
"That's right?" San Bo asked with bright eyes.
The short old man ignored him and his aura became more and more terrifying.
San Bo turned to look at Ling Xi and said: "Ling girl, has your demon swordsmanship been stagnant at the ninth move and unable to break through?"
"Yes." Although Lingxi didn't know why the third uncle mentioned her swordsmanship for no reason, he still nodded honestly and said: "I still can't get the point, and I can't make that sword thrust."
"Master said that I don't understand the artistic conception well enough, and my sword moves are rigid."
"But I always feel that there is something wrong with the ninth move of the Demon Sword Technique. No matter how much I practice, I can't do whatever I want the moment I draw the sword."
Lingxi said shyly: "I am too stupid."
"It's not that you are stupid, it's that you are too obsessed with sword moves." The third uncle raised the Taixuan Sword and said with a complicated expression: "Ten years ago, on the day I left Kunlun, I knelt in front of the master's spiritual throne and swore that I would never do it for the rest of my life.
There’s no need to use the demon sword technique anymore.”
"Do you know why?"
Sanbo's words made Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe prick up their ears, acting like thieves.
Lingxi pondered: "I heard from Master Jingyue that it is related to the Thirty-sixth Sword."
"Yes, the thirty-sixth move of the Dang Yao Sword Technique is called Taishang Wangqing." Sanbo said with hollow eyes, "The so-called Taishang Wangqing requires those who practice swordsmanship to forget all the feelings in their hearts."
"Whether it's family, friendship, or love, any factors related to love must be forgotten."
"I mastered the first thirty-five moves of the Demon Sword Technique ten years ago, and only the last move has not been learned."
"I don't dare to learn, I don't want to learn, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I will lose my mind and become something other than a human being or a ghost."
"boom."
While San Bo was talking, the short old man finally broke the shackles of the spirit-sealing formation, and all eighteen small flags shattered into pieces.
San Bo turned a blind eye and said, "As long as you are human, who can have no emotions at all in your heart."
"That's not a human, it's an animal."
"No, no, no, they are worse than animals. Crows feed back, lambs kneel to breastfeed, and dogs know how to protect their masters."
Lingxi echoed: "I think so too, so I don't intend to perfect the Demon Sword Technique. Even if I have that talent, I will give up."
The third uncle seemed to be moved and said: "Give up?"
"Yes, I don't want to forget my master, my relatives and friends, and everything about Kunlun Mountain." Lingxi said seriously: "If I forget the most important people and things in my life, what's the point of living for me."
The third uncle forced a smile and said in a melancholy tone: "It's easier said than done. The reason why you can say the word "give up" easily now is because the foundation of the swordsmanship you learned is shallow and has not yet settled in your heart.
Leave the seeds behind.”
"If you have practiced to my level, you will know what pain is."
"You don't want to practice, but there's another voice in your head forcing you to practice."
"It's like two villains fighting in your mind. The villain who treats you well tells you that you can't practice. If you practice, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"Another villain tricked you, saying that you have learned the first thirty-five moves, and you are just missing the last move. Once you learn it, you will be invincible. Why should you give up for no reason?"
"They are arguing all the time, causing you to have inner demons and get stuck in them, making it difficult to extricate yourself."
