The realm of Wufu is a watershed from the four realms, which largely determines the level of future achievements. After the four realms is Wangshan.
Wufu is also a road of cultivation, and can also reach the top. Therefore, before the five kingdoms, it can be said that it was the foundation of monks. There is a ten thousand mile road that can be used. Where to go and where to see the mountain are determined by their own talent.
Ling Yun practiced sword on the peach blossom boat. This is also after Mr. drunkard left, he really began to practice with his heart and soul. Practicing sword is like practicing boxing. Ling Yun''s talent in kendo is very high. Limited by his body''s meridians, he entered very slowly, but his sword skill is high and his sword meaning is higher, far beyond his realm.
The sword is as cold as a mountain.
Ling Yun holds the sword in his left hand and stands in front of him. His right fingers are like a sword, which is above the edge of the sword.
It''s easy not to teach the reason of the sword, not understand the meaning of the sword, but only teach the sword skill, which comes from Ling Yun''s sentence: the extreme of the skill is close to the Tao!
Nanye is easy in Zhao and Song Dynasties, but its swordsmanship is very high, but it doesn''t show its beauty. Shen Lian praises Nanye''s top swordsmanship.
For Lingyun, practicing sword is also practicing boxing. For him, the realm of Kendo is just knowing Mr. drunkard''s short words: learn, practice, send and receive freely, and do whatever you want. At that time, Mr. drunkard commented on Lingyun''s big dream for thousands of years. That is to say, to learn, it''s hard to get the skill, but it''s hard to get the skill, Not yet.
Then there is the sword breaking style that Ling Yun realized himself later, and the wild hope of breaking through all the skills in the world. It''s just the beginning of his career, but he hasn''t entered the house yet. Then there''s a sword on the great cold mountain, and it''s cold. The sword skill is not successful, so it''s not an entry.
Lingyun practices sword, boxing, calligraphy and reading. All of them are distracted. They are too much to calculate. It''s hard to keep up with the mood. Mr. drunkard says that there are only two mood in kendo. First, the heart of the sword is clear, then the heart of the sword is mysterious. Lingyun still doesn''t know what is clear and what is mysterious. Practicing sword is practicing sword, and cultivating heart is cultivating heart.
There are five realms of sword meaning. If you can get the sword meaning, you can lose the sword meaning. Ling Yun has not yet stepped into the unintentional realm.
"It''s a long way to go. I''ll go up and down to seek it!"
Ling Yun said firmly in the bottom of his heart that waving the long sword, dancing with white snow, and the young man in white practicing sword on the peach blossom boat are also a very small scenery. Some people discuss in private how his sword cultivation is. Some praise his hard practice, while others despise it. If he practices hard, he can be promoted step by step. Why should he be tough and gifted in sword cultivation, Isn''t it true that everyone in the world can practice sword?
Lingyun wields his sword very slowly, twice at a time, three times slower, as if frozen. Four times is very fast, five times faster, six times fastest, seven times slow and fast, eight times fast and slow alternately, nine times sword wielding, then he has the intention of climbing. Just like a mortal climbing the sky, one step is hopeful, two steps back, three steps regret, step by step forward, the heart has regret and will not stop, gradually climbing, the heart has no regret, Meaning is higher, higher than cold, higher than cold, is - big cold mountain!
When the last sword is delivered, the boat is still on the ground with snow, and the cold mountain is just beginning to be formed. Lingyun puts his sword back, puts his hands in his sleeves, and gently taps his toes to fall on the top of the snow covered cold mountain. The cold mountain suddenly collapses. Lingyun''s heart is calm, his eyes are indifferent, and his sword spirit surrounds his body.
He has a little aura in the middle of his brow, and a figure in white looms behind him. It seems that he is there, and it seems that he does not exist. He is between the virtual and the real, and he is bullied by Lingyun''s imagination.
Ling Yun slowly opens his eyes, and the scene in his eyes is different, and the scene in his body is even more different. All monks have their own flying swords, which are bred from their own small world. Ling Yun has not yet produced his own sword, and has just stepped into the three realms to cultivate his soul. The surrounding dynamic and static senses are meticulous, the snow falls on the bars, the fishing plays and the water smelting
Once you have three borders, you can expect mountains!
Ling Yun is still standing in the same place, only with his hands on his back. Behind him, there is a young man in white standing with his hands on his back, just like Ling Yun. He is looking at the wish, and there is a big mountain rising gradually, and there is a big mountain in his eyes. What he sees behind him is a wonderful scenery in the world.
The mountains and rivers are flowing with clouds and luxuriant vegetation. It''s wonderful to look at the mountains here. There is a higher sky behind the mountains. Where the sky is higher, the stars and rivers flow. You can make the wine from the stars and the dipper from the Big Dipper. You can drink a lot. The world is not as romantic as me. The sky is not as comfortable as me!
How about practicing boxing?
I was invincible in heaven and earth, and all the gods worshipped me!
Between heaven and earth, God of war, I Lingyun alone!
If you punch, where is the punch?
Fist in the sky, stir up the stars!
Lingyun suddenly out of the fist, Kyushu Temple vibration, there are golden martial arts shot out!
I practice sword like boxing. I practice sword like boxing. I practice sword like boxing. I practice sword like boxing. What''s the meaning of boxing? What''s the posture of boxing!
The wooden sword vibrates, and Ling Yun punches with his left hand and sword with his right hand. The five realms are the strongest. I don''t know whether there are ancients before him or not. Yasheng sits alone in the academy and twists his beard with a smile. He doesn''t allow Ling Yun to practice martial arts. He has his own intention. It''s OK to practice sword. What about martial arts? Naturally, it''s like practicing sword. How many percent of my disciples should be returned?
How about destroying my disciples'' meridians, cutting off their way of practice and seizing their Qi?
The immortal road is too far away, so it''s up to me to start the mountain with one sword, ascend the sky with one fist, and carry the sword with martial arts!
"Is it possible for you to spoil your apprentices?" Meng Ren calmly smile, "this is not too much, it should be his, it is his!"
On the peach blossom boat, the martial arts are flourishing. Ling Yun slowly raises his head, and the corners of his mouth are slightly tilted, all of which are included.
He has mountains in his eyes, mountains high in the sky, mountains in his heart, mountains small into pebbles!
When the vision dispersed, Ling Yun stepped down from the top of the ship. He had the power of self explosion, such as Jian Xiu San Jing and Wu Fu Wu Jing. It was wonderful, but Ling Yun was not so happy. It seemed that it was more like eating and drinking water. Green willow came and said to Ling Yun in a low voice: "madam, please go there. Just now the vision is too big, which is harmful to the childe."
"No harm," Ling Yun said lightly, "thank you for your kindness."
Ling Yun bowed his hand to thank him. He had a spiritual sense in his mind just now. He wanted him to rest assured that he could break the situation. There was no need to worry. Ling Yun didn''t really press down the opportunity to break the situation. He boldly broke the situation. In the sky, a middle-aged scholar fell on Ling Yun''s side and looked indifferent. He only looked at Ling Yun with a little appreciation. He didn''t like it much, just like he didn''t want to come here, "Thank you, master."
"Fair." The middle-aged man of letters turned aside and didn''t accept Ling Yun''s thanks. He stood beside Ling Yun and looked at the distance.
Ling Yun doesn''t know his name, origin, or quality, but it''s always right to be careful. If the other party doesn''t want to talk, Ling Yun doesn''t say much. The middle-aged scholar glanced at Mrs. peach blossom and said indifferently, "you should walk more, want to forget Youzhou?"
"It''s not that talent can''t be used in these places, but it''s not the right time," the middle-aged literati taught him. "The heart has the opportunity to kill, and the eyes have the intention to kill. It''s right for a man to practice sword, but it''s a fool to fight with the egg to fight the stone."
Ling Yun''s mind was restrained and he should not think more. The middle-aged literati showed a sneering smile. He was so careful that he didn''t have any courage. He was disappointed. "I know a man whose realm is not higher than you and whose physique is not as good as you. When he was as old as you, what he saw was the world of Kyushu. After traveling with me for a period of time, what he saw was the six kingdoms and all living beings in heaven."
"The younger generation is not as good as the one who can get to know the older generation." Ling Yun replied respectfully.
The middle-aged literati''s mouth rose, just for a moment. "Linyejiang is not simple. If it is like this again in the future, I don''t care about you."
"I know." Ling Yun''s gentle reply.
The middle-aged scholar nodded and thought of a very annoying gentleman. He said to Ling Yun, "hand to hand?"
"If you are too bad at chess, I will not insult you." Ling Yuncai doesn''t want to have anything to do with these people of unknown origin and very powerful, so that he won''t be sold one day, and he will have to help the number of people. That''s really stupid.
The middle-aged literati expected that Ling Yun would refuse, but he didn''t like to be reasonable by nature, and he didn''t have much to say with his younger generation. Of course, when it comes to the general situation of the world, power and calculation, Ling Yun is not qualified enough. Naturally, he can''t understand what he said, so there''s nothing to say. Just accompany him for a walk, anyway, it''s a bit boring now.
Ling Yun handed the wine pot to him. The middle-aged scholar glanced at Ling Yun. Ling Yun angrily took back the wine pot. "I owe you a favor this time?"
"Not really." The middle-aged scholar''s short answer.
"Where is the person I just mentioned? I can ask for advice when I have a chance." Ling Yun asked respectfully. When he was so old, he would look at Kyushu. If he was older, he would have six worlds in his heart. It would be a great pity if he could not see such a person.
"Dead." The middle-aged scholar said indifferently.
"Huiji must be hurt..." Ling Yun sighed.
The middle-aged scholar glanced at Ling Yun again. The more he looked, the more he was not pleased with his eyes. He talked too much. How could a man like Yasheng accept such a disciple? According to the common saying, it''s just a bit cheaper.
"All the wise men died that day."
"Great wisdom is like a fool." Ling Yun said in a soft voice that he really couldn''t understand the mind of the elder. He thought that it was better to speak as little as possible. He took a sip of wine and looked far away from the fence. The middle-aged literati stood beside him. The black Confucian shirt was flying in the wind. There was a black shadow in the Linye River from the downstream of the peach blossom boat, which was huge.
The middle-aged literati closed his eyes and looked far away, which was really far away. But Ling Yun always felt this taste, but he could also look far away with his eyes closed, and the realm was really high. Ling Yun quietly gave a thumbs up, and the middle-aged literati suddenly asked, "how do you choose between the two dilemmas
"It depends." Ling Yun is a Leng, then return a way.
The middle-aged literati shook his head, nodded again, and stopped talking. On the way to Fuyao, there is a gorge called zanglong gorge, where the number of dragons is the most. However, for many years, they have been passing by ferries and have nothing to do with each other. Today, the peach blossom boat is out of date, and a big black scale Jiao is making waves, which can be huge. Ling Yun holds the railing tightly and looks at the middle-aged literati nearby, The middle-aged scholar said, "quiet!"
A black robed old man walked out of the Tibetan dragon gorge and looked at the middle-aged literati across the river. "It has been agreed that we should go our own way on the Linye river. We should not disturb the Tibetan dragon gorge."
The middle-aged scholar stood with his hands down and his eyes calm.
"It''s the black dragon!"
When the world was complete, the dragon and the Phoenix were the favourites of heaven and earth, but later the Phoenix disappeared, and the real dragon was killed. The last real dragon between heaven and earth was also suppressed in Liangcheng underground, intercepting Longyun and fuze people. After that, there was rare dragon blood, and the dragon family was also hiding in the East. There was not much left, The physical body is powerful, and behind the mana, the ordinary people who stop the spirit from soaring to the realm are not their opponents at all. There are countless monks who have been damaged in the zanglong gorge.
"We''re just passing by, not disturbing." Peach blossom suddenly said in a cold voice.
Heijiao glances at Madame peach blossom. However, the ancient wood peach blossom is charming, and its combat power is not strong. If it wasn''t for the agreement with the forces behind him, he has gained a lot of cultivation resources over the years. Today, he is afraid that he will break the peach blossom boat together. He just carried sword and plundered some of the Qi luck of his dragon clan. How can he bear it?