Chapter 645: Mortal Matters, Enlightenment of the Way of the Sword
Returning to Yunyong Peak, Zhang Wenfeng was not in a hurry to observe the images inside the stone. He read in the backyard, admired the snow, chanted sutras and did homework. He adjusted his mood to a state of calmness, and luckily fell asleep.
The next morning, the rising sun set over the yard and reflected the white snow, its brilliance changing and blurring.
Walking slowly along the eaves corridor with hanging icicles, reciting scriptures silently and entering a still state of mind, you can see all the scenery with a unique indifference of being outside the world. Then you take out the image stone and open it, staring at the shaking and blurry images as an outsider.
The fierce fighting scene in front of him did not cause his eyes to waver in the slightest.
He noticed a sword light that suddenly appeared in the picture in the distance. The cold light was short and sharp, and it came out of the blue. Gu Quan chanted a mantra in his mouth, and quickly pinched out the blurred afterimage with his left hand, and quickly circled around the golden Bagua Order that protected him, so fast that
A shield of light intertwined into Bagua runes was formed. In critical moments, it blocked the fatal sword attack like a flying fairy from outside the sky, and the body bloomed with dazzling golden brilliance.
There were two spells following behind, and they bombarded the light ball of Zhongjian.
No sound was heard, and Gu Quan rolled and was knocked out of the screen.
The image rotated violently and retreated. Many figures on the sky and the ground were shaking around. Countless magic spells and talismans exploded. The image was affected by several white and red spots, which were blurry and unclear. Various impact waves violently collided and swept away. The shadow of the sword was like
Meteors, magic weapons are bombarding with brilliance.
After the scene calmed down a bit, a tall and thick man appeared in the middle of the image, covered in blood, with a broken black robe, a ferocious and crazy look on his face, and a green long sword in his hand swinging from top to bottom.
The vertical sword movement is like a strong wind sweeping across, a line of cold light condenses, and the killing intent is insane and unparalleled.
Zhang Guanzhu, who was outside the screen, also narrowed his eyes slightly.
So murderous!
There is attack but no defense, there is death but no life.
It is difficult for ten people to stop one person with all his strength, let alone the swordsman who mastered the "Guanghan Sword Scripture" with murderous intent. No wonder the team that attacked Duxian City suffered heavy casualties.
Misty white light spurted out violently, and there were countless hovering dragon-shaped runes, one after another, blocking the murderous intent with one sword consumption.
The screen shook wildly. A dragon-shaped light cord was wrapped around the body of the sword cultivator about ten feet away. The image retreated wildly. The sword cultivator's red eyes twisted his wrist slightly and slashed horizontally with his sword. The screen flipped upside down and fell to the ground.
The image falls into darkness.
Zhang Wenfeng held the image stone in his hand, expressionless and closed his eyes.
The battle was cruel and bloody. Wan Boqi was able to escape with his life even when he was seriously injured. It was a good thing that he was not hit by subsequent spells. To Wan Boqi, this image stone was a bloody scar. He couldn't bear to see it. He was repairing it.
You can understand it only after you take out the limb after amputating it.
No one wants to expose their own misery easily for others to observe.
Zhang Wenfeng has been immersed in the swordsman's two styles of swordsmanship. The crazy sword intention, the murderous aura outside the screen, and the wonderful way of using the sword made him moved in indifference.
He practiced the horizontal sword style and the vertical sword style for several months, and strengthened his sword understanding of the Guanghan Sword Sutra by teaching his apprentices to draw parallels. However, he was lucky enough to witness a real killing blow with two swords, and he already knew what he was missing.
He doesn't have to completely copy other people's swordsmanship, he has to perfect and form his own swordsmanship.
In the front yard, the dog boy had a full stomach and ran outside on the cold, dry ice and snow. The big snowman piled up in the yard yesterday had already been discarded like old shoes by him, and he slipped out of the door.
Throw it away a long way.
He rubbed his butt and grinned, without crying. He got up and stomped on the hard ice road to vent his anger. Gouwa carefully walked through the untrodden snow on the side and continued running. He was in a hurry to go to Jianping.
I was having a snowball fight with my friends, and when I looked up and saw the beautiful sister Su Qin, I quickly put on a bright smile and said, "Good morning, sister Su Qin."
Like a happy black mouse, it ran away in a gust of wind.
There was a faint smile on Su Qin's face. She would not deliberately please or show disdain for the wild child Gouwa. Her elders had warned her many times that daily trivial matters are not trivial. Some affections can last a lifetime. Don't do it because of it.
No complaints about serving others.
Go into the yard, tidy up the rooms that the dog has messed up, wipe down the tables, chairs, and utensils in the main room.
Wipe clean.
Use a shovel and bamboo broom to clean the icy bluestone path in the front yard.
She would not step into the backyard without being greeted.
More than half an hour later, Su Qin walked out of the yard and turned to the front to continue cleaning up the hall. He listened to the sounds of play at the bottom of the mountain, always paying attention to the fight between the dog boy and a few children learning swords.
Senior brother Yao Siwen who came with her saw that Elder Zhang had no airs and was easy-going to everyone. He never cared about how many things they had done and did not pay attention to them or scold them, so he spent more time on meditation and cultivation and did not care much about sweeping.
affairs.
The sun had already risen when Su Qin walked out of the hall, and she took a shovel to clear the snow on the stone road leading down the mountain.
As early as a few years ago, Elder Zhang and Shui Qingru, the two of them were clearing up wasteland on the hillside to plant fruit trees and create medicinal gardens. They worked on it themselves, and they accidentally said in a casual chat:
"It's hard to understand the way of the world without experiencing ordinary things!"
"Before the fourth level, the state of mind can be accumulated bit by bit in life."
She also said a lot, and she remembered them all, thinking about them in her spare time.
When dealing with masters, they are as calm as smoke and orchids, and they can only be understood.
In the blink of an eye, the New Year is approaching, and Su Qin supervises Gou Wa to read and write, recite scriptures, do daily cleaning, take care of the medicine garden, and collect a wide variety of medicines as usual. She already knows that Elder Zhang has gone into retreat. For more than a month, there is no
See the elder walking out of the moon arch that restricts fluctuations.
That day, Su Qin received a summons. Su Qin knocked on the door of Senior Brother Yao's training room and told her to take care of the dog boy who was playing with several apprentices at the foot of the mountain. She hurriedly flew away from Yunyong Peak and came to the mountain behind the main peak.
In front of a cave.
The elder waiting at the door waved her in.
The cave was full of Su family monks, including men, women, old and young.
The host, Su Xianyuan, sat in the middle. He and Wan Bo stood up and chatted with each other. "After the journey to escape from the mortal world, we will see the results in at most half a year. I will leave the affairs of the sect to you two."
"As the host, you can just meditate and meditate, and there is no need to worry about worldly affairs."
"We look forward to the successful exit of the host."
After finishing speaking, everyone moved aside and sent Wan Boqi and the supervisor away from the cave. Su Xianyuan glanced at every Su family monk, smiled and nodded, and finally his eyes fell on Su Qin, and asked with a smile: "Elder Zhang, come out.
When the time comes, remember to summon Uncle Wan and the prison."
"Yes, Qin'er, keep this in mind."
Su Qin saluted and responded.
Su Xianyuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Let's all go down, work and practice in Ansheng, and become the golden elixir people of our generation. I hope that day will come for everyone."
Everyone bowed in salute and exited the cave.
As the stone door of the cave slowly closes, when will it open next?
Yunyongfeng backyard.
Zhang Wenfeng stood in the corridor of the eaves corridor, his body was shattered with sword energy, and the brilliance was restrained. He opened his eyes, and he was immersed in the comprehension of the sword's intention and could not feel the passage of time. He spread out the palm of his left hand, and the image stone turned into dust at some point.
Smiling and shaking his head, he talked to Wan Boqi when the time came and helped Wan Wan completely eliminate his scars.
Stones from other mountains can attack jade, and he has understood the sword intention of his own "Guanghan Sword Sutra".
He does not pursue the ultimate murderous intention of his own death to enhance the power of his swordsmanship. Instead, he uses his opponent as a sharpening stone to perfect the swordsmanship he will pursue: neutrality, peace, and indomitable progress.
Less paranoid and violent, more awe-inspiring and upright.