Uncrowned Evil Emperor

This night is full of wind, flowers, snow and moon...

The Honglu Valley, intoxicated by the moonlight, became unusually quiet because of the appearance of Wu Qiluo. The warm wind reverberated among the flowers, and the orchids that were brought up were entering the nostrils with the refreshing fragrance of the woman, as if night. The tranquility of the place was magnified countless times in an instant, filled with an atmosphere of tranquility.

After agreeing to the request of the "autistic beauty", Feng Jueyu happily chose to join the team watching Wu Qiluo's sword dance. There were only two people who appreciated the beauty's sword dance, he and Sheng Junqian.

Seeing Wu Qiluo standing calmly holding a sword among the flowers, Sheng Junqian's eyes were fascinated, as if he could never see enough, until Killer Feng pursed his lips and was happy with this person in his heart, secretly saying, as for what.

But he didn't show it. Wu Qiluo's appearance is indeed one of the best. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a fish and a wild goose, and a shameful flower in a closed moon. In addition, her sad and sad expression because of her autism, it seems that the slightest flaws that are bound to appear created by the heavens are more foiled. Show his unique beauty.

Perhaps this is the reason why Sheng Junqian favored it.

Walking to the side of the stone pier, Feng Jueyu sat down, watching Wu Qiluo calmly raised her jade-like palm and held the short-edged sword, suddenly felt a sense of tranquility.

Wu Qiluo moved slowly, and the light blue dress danced with the brisk and rhythmic lotus steps, better than the fragrant butterflies busy among the flowers, dancing to their heart's content...

Her swordsmanship is not restricted by the restraint of moves, on the contrary, she is generous and free-spirited. This is indeed a sword dance rather than a sword practice. She integrates the sword into her own world, without fighting, without strength, and without desire. Refreshing.

Killer Fengda had amazing conceit and determination, but after a while he couldn't help but be attracted by Meilun Meihuan. He glanced at Sheng Junqian again, and at this moment he could somewhat understand his mood.

Such a beautiful woman should be held in the palm of your hand, even if you look at it a few times, it is a kind of blasphemy.

Killer Fengda was completely immersed in the artistic conception pursued by Wu Qiluo's swordsmanship. He even thought that he should light a burner of incense at this moment. The aroma of sleep, refresh yourself with a pot of good tea, this may make the whole world become a world without desires, desires, and struggles.

Sometimes, pursuing the goal of the limit will make people feel extremely tired. At this time, relaxation is the best way. I have to say that Killer Fengda is completely relaxed now.

And this feeling, he hadn't found it for a long time, and he completely relied on Wu Qiluo to appear this evening, allowing him to find an unprecedented peace.

Looking quietly, the sword technique and sword intent are completely unimportant, what is important is that the state of mind has reached an unprecedented peace at this moment.

"How about it, isn't it good?" Just when Feng Jueyu was drunk with sword intent and his heart was floating in the sky, Sheng Junqian suddenly broke the tranquility.

But Feng Jueyu didn't feel displeased at all. At this time, a compliment appeared, which seemed to be a good embellishment.

He nodded, and returned his gaze to the sword intent: "Very good, Miss Wu's swordsmanship is the most comfortable I have ever seen."

"You actually used the word comfortable." Sheng Junqian looked at Feng Jueyu in surprise, and then he admitted with a drunken look: "Yes, it makes people feel very comfortable, if it can go on like this forever Alright. Well..."

Sheng Junqian's tone ended with helplessness, which made Feng Jueyu very puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"You don't understand, and I don't understand. In the sect, what everyone doesn't understand the most is the martial sister's sword intent. Everyone says that if there is a god, the junior sister is the only one who can become a god. Her sword She broke away from the mundane world, but she couldn't continue to pursue it. She longed for a breakthrough in the realm, but she didn't have our quick success. Her outstanding talent is in a helpless range, she should succeed, I feel sorry for her."

Sheng Junqian, who said a lot of messy things, continued to watch Wu Qiluo's sword dance. Feng Jueyu generally heard the hidden worries in Sheng Junqian's words. However, this experience made Feng Jueyu realize that there were some problems in Wu Qiluo's body. These problems were likely to be inborn, which caused her cultivation to be unable to reach the Mahayana. From Sheng Junqian's words, he realized that The expectations of everyone in his sect and the helplessness behind it, but in Wu Qiluo, he did not find regret and insistence on the obstacles in the process of exploring martial arts.

No desire!

This is a state of mind that practitioners can rarely maintain all the time.

rare.

If Wu Qiluo still can't ride the wind and waves with such a state of mind, it is really a cruel creation of heaven.

Killer Fengda thought a lot for a while, but at this moment, he suddenly realized a problem that he had ignored before.

mood.

For a long time, I have grown up through exploration, constantly seeking breakthroughs, and even obtained an improvement beyond the reach of others within a limited time. This is a doubly enviable fact, and I seem to be used to the cultivation method in front of me , so that once there is a long-term failure to break through, the heart will become restless. Even if you know this truth, try to suppress it as much as possible, and calm your heart, you still can't completely focus on it.

This is a flaw.

On the other hand, Wu Qiluo, she has no stubborn pursuit, and has always been content with the situation. The training of swordsmanship is completely done inadvertently. Every move and style of hers is incomprehensible to others, including herself, and perhaps even more powerful masters than herself. I don't understand, but isn't this the state of mind that practitioners need to pursue?

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stood up as if enlightened, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, thinking about his cultivation over and over again.

Damn it, since life and death can't be broken through, what is there to pursue? Isn't it better to live with the situation?

What kind of contention for the spiritual cave, all you have to do is try your best, whether you can succeed or not is up to fate.

The five elements are only short of one origin to be fully familiar with, but now there is no way to find a way to find the original space of the gold system, so why do you have to force yourself to find it?

Idiot, Feng Jueyu...

You are a big idiot.

In an instant, Feng Jueyu suddenly realized.

Enlightened by Wu Qiluo's state of mind, he slowly walked into the flowers, raised his head and took out the Zique sword, never looked at Wu Qiluo's dancing sword again, instead he wielded the sword and danced the evil sword.

It is said to be Xie Yijian, but now there is no trace of Xie Yijian's tricky and sharp sword. Generally lifted all kinds of sword shadows.

The sword shadow retracts but does not restrain, disperses but does not emit, hovering on the sword body intermittently all the time, making people look as if the inner breath is insufficient, but in fact it is another manifestation of endlessness.

While the sword light was blooming, his sword was in a state of being true and false, and false and true.

And at this moment, in his mind, the light of the four elements is permeating:

The wind and sand are rolled up, and the thick soil is boundless; the flames are burning, and they are endless;

The sudden change of mood caused him to completely confuse the four major sources in an unconscious state. Although there was no fusion, they changed thousands of times one after another, but the shadows of willow peaches and trees, thousands of traces and illusions; Moments later, the wind and clouds surged, and the ground was full of sand; after a pause, the sky and the earth were burning, and the sea of ​​​​fire was surging; after that, the clouds and rain met each other, and the fog circled the sky...

Such a beautiful artistic conception, Feng Jueyu could even feel that under this artistic conception, the true vitality was changing towards spiritual power for no reason.

The next moment, Feng Jueyu suddenly came to his senses. Could it be that in order to reach the Divine Dao Realm, he must completely transform his true vitality into spiritual power?

This question made Feng Jueyu extremely crazy, but it was this kind of madness that directly led to the complete collapse of the artistic conception that was finally realized because of Wu Qiluo's state of mind.

Next, Feng Jueyu didn't know how to dance his sword.

He stopped dejectedly, a bit of bitterness flickered at the corner of his mouth, he tried desperately to recall the previous feeling, but he couldn't find a way.

By the way, there is also Wu Qiluo.

Suddenly awakened, Feng Jueyu really didn't want to let that wonderful artistic conception go away from him, so he quickly pinned all his hopes on the woman who came unexpectedly.

It was only when he looked up that Feng Jueyu realized that Wu Qiluo had stopped dancing the sword, and was staring at him closely with a hint of doubt and strange eyes.

Although he met twice before and after, Feng Jueyu knew that this autistic beauty would never look at him like this. He even felt that Wu Qiluo would not look at anyone except Sheng Junqian. Say hello to each other instantly.

And at this time, Sheng Junqian also stood up, his expression was much richer than that of Wu Qiluo, he opened his mouth wide as if he had seen something unbelievable and looked at him from afar...

The two of them didn't move at all, they just stared straight at him, making Feng Jueyu look embarrassed.

He scratched his head, consciously stealing the other person's cultivation state of mind with a look of shame, and became at a loss as to what to do, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, on a whim, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Junqian asked over there: "Brother Feng, what sword technique are you using?"

"Swordsmanship?" If he was sober, Feng Jueyu would definitely tell Sheng Junqian that it was an evil sword, but now he is not sure, because the sword move he just danced out of the state of mind brought about by his thorough enlightenment, he himself did not know. Know what it's like.

"I... don't know much about this." He replied incoherently, and by the way, he said with a gesture of apology: "Just now I saw Miss Wu dancing with a sword, and she did two moves on her own will. I really don't know how to dance. What kind of sword technique..."

"The Realm of No Desire?" Sheng Junqian gasped even more in shock, and looked at Wu Qiluo as if seeking proof.

And Wu Qiluo nodded with a serious expression for the first time.

ps: I wrote this chapter for nearly 5 hours, and I found that writing the book is getting slower and slower, and I am more pursuing a state. Could it be that my brother is also obsessed and started to follow the trend and practice less?