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From Fang Qinglei's words, Lin Xiao further understood that this world is very big and exciting, which made Lin Xiao excited. He wished he could travel around the world with his sword to experience the harshness of the North and the scorching summer heat of the West Pole.
The mountains and wetlands in the south, the majesty and beauty of the east, you can taste the food from all over the world, appreciate the beautiful scenery, and see the strange people and strange things everywhere.
Just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful and longing for it.
The world is so big and I want to see it.
But Lin Xiao also knows very well how difficult it is to see the whole world. Let’s talk about the past life. If you want to travel around the world, you need wealth and time. Only if you have enough time and wealth can you be qualified. In this life, it is even more difficult.
When you get older, the first thing you need to do is travel, either by legs or by carriage and horse. It takes an hour or two just to walk from the countryside to the county seat, and it takes many hours to walk from the county seat to the county seat. If you want to travel all over Dayun
I don’t know how much time it will take to build a dynasty, let alone the entire world.
That's all. In today's world, all countries have martial arts heritage and have developed inhuman strength. Some people use force to break the ban, commit crimes, burn, kill and loot. The world is not peaceful at all, especially in the wild, where ferocious beasts appear.
Bandits are rampant, and one mistake can lead to death. If you die in the wild, no one will know about it, and no one will take care of your body.
Lin Xiao took back his free thoughts and suddenly felt that he had a lot of thoughts, more than before.
"The stage is as big as the heart, that's what it means." Lin Xiao said to himself with a smile: "When you can only seek food and clothing, any other thoughts you dare to have are superfluous. When food and clothing are not a problem, your thoughts will be
It becomes more and more complex. The more powerful your abilities are, the more ideas you will have. However, this is also a good thing. At least life is only a hundred years, so you can live a more exciting life."
"Speaking of which, can martial arts practice prolong life?" Lin Xiao rubbed his chin and thought about it.
According to theory, external exercise of the muscles and bones and internal training of the internal organs can indeed prolong life. After all, the human body ages and its functions decline, eventually leading to death. However, strengthening the muscles and bones and strengthening the internal organs can ensure the function of the body and maintain the activity of the body, thereby achieving the purpose of prolonging life.
"I don't know if those martial arts masters and martial arts masters can live longer?"
I didn't think of this just now, and forgot to ask Brother Ax. I'm too lazy to ask now, so I'd better heal my wounds first.
The power of Wen Jingxi's sword is indeed very strong, and the true meaning of the sword contained in it is very strong. That true meaning of the sword is different from Lin Xiao's true meaning of the sword. Lin Xiao's true meaning of the sword is the ultimate edge, capable of piercing and tearing.
The edge that cuts through everything is sharp, but what Lin Xiao feels about Wen Jingxi's true swordsmanship is to move forward indomitably.
Considering the kind of temperament that dares to come to someone's door with just a sword, it is not surprising that the true meaning of swordsmanship is unstoppable.
Unfortunately, my true sense of swordsmanship is still too weak, so that it is difficult to truly demonstrate its power.
In addition, Wen Jingxi's purpose was not to kill, or she did not dare. As long as she showed murderous intent, Fang Qinglei would not stand idly by. As for the subsequent revenge of the Feiliu Sword Sect, that was a matter for the future.
"Anyway, that sword is indeed very famous." Lin Xiao muttered to himself and narrowed his eyes.
The swordsmanship inheritance of Yijianmen is called Yijianshu. It can be regarded as a very peculiar swordsmanship. It is difficult to give an accurate grade to it because it covers third-rate to first-rate swordsmanship.
To be precise, there are actually three types of swordsmanship: third-rate swordsmanship, second-rate swordsmanship, and first-rate swordsmanship.
After Wen Jingxi joined the Yijian Sect, he first learned second-rate swordsmanship, then broke through to become a true martial artist, and then learned first-rate swordsmanship.
"I will definitely go to Yijianmen. When the time comes, I will take back Xingliu and return a sword to you." Lin Xiao muttered one last sentence, closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully. The Tianhe Inner Breathing Technique of entering the realm of transformation was in his body by itself.
It drives the pure Tianheliu inner energy to circulate slowly, like spring breeze like autumn water.
Martial arts training pays attention to purity, pure and unmixed. If it is impure and mixed, it may seem very powerful at first glance, but in fact it is just a show, and it is more difficult to break through.
After a few breaths, Lin Xiao's breathing became fine and long, and he fell asleep.
Night, silent.
As he fell asleep, Lin Xiao suddenly woke up for some reason. When he opened his eyes, he saw darkness.
"Where is this?" When the thought came to him, Lin Xiao suddenly felt that there was a bright light in front of him, as if there was a big sun hanging in the sky, shining in all directions, the darkness receded, and there was a landscape before his eyes, like a picture scroll.
"My body..." Lin Xiao was shocked again, he... actually had no body.
How is this going?
Am I dead?
Out of body experience?
Came to the underworld?
This landscape is picturesque, and it doesn't look like the dark and gloomy underworld you imagined.
In a state of shock and uncertainty, Lin Xiao suddenly felt an invisible force grabbing him directly, dragging him forward and flying away. The strange thing is that he has no body. Could it be that his soul really left the body?
It seems to have turned into a wisp of wind, or like a thunder, and it keeps moving forward. Below, there are grass, trees and rivers retreating. Mountains and peaks seem to be sweeping across, until a mountain peak appears in front of you. The mountain peak is endlessly high.
Indescribably high, it stands between heaven and earth, like a pillar of heaven, piercing the sky.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiao continued to climb up from the towering mountain peak, and what he saw shocked Lin Xiao.
sword!
There are countless swords in the mountain, all kinds of swords, inserted into the rocks one by one. Each sword is filled with a completely different but very pure aura. Some of these swords are intact.
, some sword blades are full of gaps, and some are even broken directly with only one section left, but no matter what kind of sword it is, Lin Xiao can feel at a glance that it is a good sword, all of them are good swords, and they are better than the white bird.
A sword as good as Xingliu.
This is also the limit of Lin Xiao's current vision.
For a moment, Lin Xiao couldn't help drooling. How many swords is this? The Xingliu Sword is worth ten thousand taels. There are so many swords in this mountain, it is like a mountain of swords. How much silver is it worth?
Go, go, go!
Rushing forward, rushing into the clouds, there was a vast expanse of white, and wisps of clouds seemed to be rushing towards my face with astonishing richness, as if they were about to overwhelm Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao could clearly feel the astonishing sharpness of those clouds.
Trembling, but intact.
Break through the clouds and mist, cross the boundless sea of clouds, and arrive at the top of the mountain.
At the top of the mountain, there is a sharp protrusion, like the edge of a sword pointing straight to the sky. There is a tall figure standing there, and a figure in black robes.
She has long black hair, a black robe, black shoes, and is dressed in black from head to toe. The robe is very wide, but it is also supported by her thick shoulders, but it seems empty below the shoulders, as if there is no body or hands inside.
It is also hidden in the very wide sleeves of the robe.
This tall and strange figure had his back to Lin Xiao, so that Lin Xiao could not see his face.
"To this day, you are barely qualified." A deep voice sounded, as if it had not spoken for thousands of years. The voice was obscure and contained an indescribable unruliness, and it said with determination: "Look at it." The man in black robe didn't seem to be interested.
Willing to say more, even if Lin Xiao has thousands of questions in his mind.
I saw the man in black robe landing lightly on the ground, like a piece of feather. The tall body with broad shoulders seemed to have no weight, like a ghost.
After landing, the man in black robe still had his back to Lin Xiao. He waved the wide sleeve of his right hand, and an intact sharp sword flew from the ground into the sleeve and held it in his hand. Then he made a strange gesture.
As soon as the posture was taken, there was a sound of rushing water like a long river. The next breath, Lin Xiao saw the black robe of the man in black swaying in the wind, especially the pair of wide
Inside the sleeves of the robe, there was a surging sea tide crashing against the rocks, the sound was astonishing, like a sudden thunderstorm and the sea was hanging upside down.
Then, Lin Xiao saw wisps of aura emerging from the black-robed man's body. The aura was white, like a dragon swimming in the rivers and seawater, slowly flowing over the black-robed man's body, flowing through his whole body.
Everywhere up and down is vivid.
"The true meaning of swordsmanship!" Lin Xiao was extremely shocked.
The virtual white dragon-like aura flowing on the black-robed man was full of sharpness and unfathomable, and was clearly the true meaning of swordsmanship.
However, Lin Xiao couldn't feel what kind of true meaning of swordsmanship it was. It was too profound and unfathomable, too much beyond.
For example, if a person looks at a roof in a house, he can see the shape and size of the roof, and even the material of the roof decoration, and can name it. A smart person can even modify it himself.
However, if the sky is above your head, you cannot see the specific shape or size, let alone anything else.
Lin Xiao's own true meaning of swordsmanship is now at most the top of his head and has not touched the roof. The true meaning of swordsmanship of the man in black robe is as high as the sky. Of course, Lin Xiao cannot see the mystery in it at all.
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However, Lin Xiao still stared at the strange posture of the man in black robe, motionless, as if he had turned into a wooden stake. Only the breath in his sleeves was like sea waves and wind and thunder, and the true meaning of swordsmanship was like a dragon swimming in the deep sea all over his body.
It is constantly moving inside and outside.
"There are two people who practice swordsmanship in the world. One is a swordsman who only practices swordsmanship and has only scratched the surface of the art of swordsmanship. He is already at the top of his game. Unless he has great perseverance and good opportunities, he can hope to take a further step. There are not many such people. They are all ants, such as
You have barely scratched the surface of the way of swordsmanship. Once you are a swordsman, you enter the way of swordsmanship and master one sword, ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords, ten thousand swords, split mountains and earth, divide rivers and cut off streams, and pick up the stars and the moon, just for a while."
The man in black robe spoke again, and what he said was so loud that it would scare people to death. However, Lin Xiao did not have the slightest doubt. Appearing inexplicably in such a place was originally an extremely mysterious thing.
, has already exceeded imagination.
"This sword stand is called the Daejangdong Liu Style. It does not kill the enemy or protect the body. It only tempers the sword's will. I will only practice it this time. If I can learn it, I will learn it. If I can't, I will stop here."
The last four words, for some reason, suddenly gave Lin Xiao an indescribable sense of horror, as if he was about to lose something.
Staring at the posture of the man in black robe, he carefully memorized every body movement of the man in black robe, even his breathing patterns and even the frequency trajectory of the flow of the true meaning of the sword, and even simulated his thoughts. Gradually, Lin Xiao discovered that
The man in black robes in front of him became in a trance, and the mountaintops and sea of clouds in front of him seemed to be as calm as a mirror, which was thrown into stones and rippled through layers of waves, becoming blurred.
Lin Xiao suddenly lost consciousness. When he woke up again, his eyes opened with confusion. Then he thought of something and quickly got up and took a few glances. He breathed a sigh of relief.
The body is still there, it's not a dream.
As soon as he thought about it, Lin Xiao's expression changed again.