Lu Zhengkang lowered Mo Yun to the ground little by little, and then released his grip.
The swordsman stumbled back a few steps, cold sweat pouring out from his forehead and back, soaking his robes, but he himself didn't notice it, and his mind was still immersed in that moment.
If his swordsmanship is like the hidden dragon emerging from the water in the East China Sea, then Lu Zhengkang's hand is like the long wind and flowing clouds that cover the nine heavens.
The flying dragon hides in the clouds and mist, and is eventually bound by it.
Shen Zhan's sword energy rushed out without any force, and it didn't even scratch the opponent's hair.
Mo Yun probably knew that this was because the protective energy around Lu Zhengkang was too thick and solid, and the power of the sword was completely offset.
But when did his palm appear in front of his shoulder?
The swordsman recalled the scene of just a moment bit by bit.
The tip of the sword was pressed against the coat, and the long and horizontal threads on the fabric were poked into a small, smooth dent, and it was about to be cut by the sharp edge.
Then, the palm arrived.
When was it lifted?
Is it when the sword is drawn? Or when the sword tip is revealed?
If the speed of raising his hand was really that fast, it would be impossible not to make some noise.
Have you always put your hands on your shoulders? Are you just waiting for something to happen now?
Memories surged, and a neglected scene gradually emerged in my mind.
That is, Lu Zhengkang raised his hand very quickly, but it was not instantaneous.
At that time, the sword was still some distance away from him, and his perspective was very clear.
But why would I ignore this scene?
Think hard.
Lu Zhengkang smiled and took the initiative to explain.
"Do you know what you lack?"
"What is missing?"
"What is missing is a lively mind. Your sword is just like your person. Although it has a little concentration of energy and spirit, like a golden bean, it is too independent and straightforward. It only cares about its own inner feelings and ignores changes in the outside world."
Mo Yun remained silent. He didn't even understand the true meaning of these words. He was still trying to understand why the sword just failed.
"At the last moment, I fell into my old habits again. Are you still thinking that I am an idiot who doesn't know the moves?"
Silence returned.
"Holding the sword, you are like a child, confused by the chaos of swordsmanship. The battle situation is changing rapidly, but you only focus on your own sword. Of course it is more than enough to deal with mediocre hands, but against a master, even escaping is a luxury.
"
"You are just a child." Mo Yun said loudly, looking very unconvinced, "I will know how to break your grasp soon!"
Lu Zhengkang's childish face showed a calm smile, "Okay, I'll wait for you and attack when you're ready."
There was silence for a long time.
On the white snow, the bamboo shadows sway slightly, the slender branches are lingering, tapping each other, and the sparse bamboo leaves are slightly shaken by the cold wind, causing a gentle and gentle sound of waves.
Light clouds as light as mist cover the crescent moon in the sky. This mute shimmer of light turns into a halo on the thin gauze-like clouds, like an eye with a hanging curtain, reflecting the lights of thousands of houses in the world.
Mo Yun gently drew his sword.
The sword light is clearer than the moonlight.
There is no sword-wielding guest in heaven and earth, only the flower-like sword.
The moon is like a jade mirror, and the sword is like an ice plate.
The sun, moon and stars shine through the earth, pushing against the dome and the nine states are cold.
The swordsmanship that captures the emotions and scenery is already a shortcut.
Lu Zhengkang looked at the night sky and smiled.
"It's a bit interesting." I don't know if it's the moonlight or Mo Yun's sword.
Don't think about anything.
Don't think about it.
Turn the sword, draw the sword, as long as it is fast enough, faster!
"When a thought arises in the mind, it enters into the future. If there is no thought, it cannot be a thought. It cannot be a Dharma."
Open your five fingers, and the wind from all sides shrinks towards your palm. Each airflow is like a spiritual rope, spontaneously binding a ray of sword light.
Weaving strip by strip, forming a web piece by piece.
Pressing down with the palm of the hand, the sword energy was pressed deeply into the ground.
No matter how free and easy the sword is, it cannot escape the torrent of fate, and this palm is destiny.
Mo Yun fell to the ground, with almost no blood on his face.
"Why?"
"Your sword is completely controlled by your thoughts, and you have too many distracting thoughts. This kind of sword power is full of flaws, not to mention your deep obsession, the sword energy is chaotic and disorderly, and you are unable to advance or retreat."
The brilliant sword that can be called a classic in a swordsman's life seems gaudy and pale in Lu Zhengkang's spicy comments.
Mo Yun rubbed his face to cheer up, stood up and bowed deeply, "Master, please teach me the real swordsmanship."
Swordsmanship.
Lu Zhengkang pondered for a moment.
In his previous life, as a bug, he used sword-like bone nails. At that time, his swordsmanship was honed in dreams, and the sword law was to focus on the soul. These are not uncommon in the world of Taiwu martial arts.
Mo Yun has no shortage of understanding of swordsmanship.
What he lacks is the will to win and the understanding of the laws of nature.
Every move of Lu Zhengkang is as natural as the flow of fate, conforming to nature, with heaven and earth as the heart.
Mo Yun's swordsmanship follows the path of letting the heart take over the universe and ending the heart without feeling, but he obviously has not reached this point.
"You shouldn't have practiced this "Heart Sword Sutra". It restrained your undeveloped aura, just like putting a cover on a sapling, forcibly fixing the body. Coupled with the divine will in the broken sword,
You are repeating the swordsman's path now, and you may become another him in the future." Lu Zhengkang walked in the snow, leaving not even a single footprint.
"But there is no unstoppable path. Fortunately, it is a fragment, Can Jian. His mark is in pieces. You may have a chance to break the cage in the future."
Lu Zhengkang circled Mo Yun, and every word he spoke was like a knife stabbing into the swordsman's chest.
"Please...teach me."
"Do you want quick work or slow work?"
"How about a quickie?"
"Quick success is to kill people and treat these people as distractions in your mind. When your mind is calm, your sword skills will be perfected."
“So what about slow work?”
"Appreciate the flowers and the moon, recite poems and play the piano. In short, do something you like and forget about the sword."
Mo Yun interrupted, "Forgot the sword? How to kill the enemy?"
Lu Zhengkang didn't answer, and just finished his words, "Either you have your heart full, or you forget your feelings. The choice is yours. I'm going back to sleep."
He Shi Shiran returned to Junxian's residence, sat on the couch, and his mind sank into the Pure Land Pearl.
Three days ago, Shaolin was shocked when they discovered that Bodhisattva was missing.
Of course, they are not worried about the Bodhisattva being abducted by human traffickers. They are worried that Lu Zhengkang will be abducted by a thief from another temple.
Those bald heads with kind faces and dark hearts, all they think about in their slippery heads is how to invite Bodhisattvas to their temples to offer sacrifices. How sinister!
Zen Master Zi Xing was so worried that he could hardly eat anymore.
The man could not be found, and there was no news about the Pure Land Pearl. The old monk felt that his beloved had been deceived.
"Amita Buddha, within five days, I will hear news about the Buddha! Otherwise, you will not come back!" The abbot stamped his foot, and the entire Songshan Mountain shook. Several pilgrims could not stand steadily and fell down.
Big Pidun shouted: "The earth dragon has turned over!"
"Abbott, don't get angry." Several leaders came over to smooth things over. They didn't know what it meant to be angry. "The Buddha's trip must be to save all sentient beings. We can just wait in the temple with peace of mind. As for those who are running errands."
You can leave things to lay disciples."
All the monks nodded in praise.
The old monk was overjoyed when he heard this. Just when he was about to express his agreement, he heard a sentence in his ear: "If your heart is not pure, how can you realize Zen? Just stay there and don't come to me."
Zen Master Zi Xing's face collapsed suddenly, like a steamed potato that had been slapped several times.