Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 667

The relationship between swords and people can be said to be the ultimate truth that swordsmen have been comprehending all their lives. Throughout the ages, how many swordsmen have been deeply involved in it.

Some people think that a sword is a sword, a tool for killing and cutting, and should not be given the value of other distortions and attachments. Some people think that once a person holds a sword, he will be enslaved by the sword and become a killing machine.

However, a sword that no one holds is scrap iron after all, and a person who does not hold a sword is still a human being.

The outside is the object, the body and mind are the master, and the subject and the object are reciprocal, that is, no.

After comprehending this sentence, Ming Xiao Shu, who was the first generation of Tianwu Zhize, took a completely different path from the future, just as the first Xingyan hoped.

He never gave up the sword, but he will no longer be bound by the sword.

"The one who holds the sword is invincible. Is it the strength of the sword? Or the strength of the person?"

At the top of Sword Peak, facing the same question, Ming Xiao Shu, who has grown into a young man, had only two words to answer——

"People are strong!"

"The city guard sees that I'm back, wait a little longer, Feng Qing should come, and I can't let him know about this."

Huai Sheng Qi'ao stepped forward quickly, but as he approached, he smelled a very faint smell of blood.

Hengshan Heart Flow is a martial arts school that is extremely rare in a difficult situation and needs to be cultivated.

My friend's "Heavenly Questions" is difficult to say, but also simple to say.

"Please."

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at this time!

In the courtyard, I saw a figure sitting alone. His white shirt was like snow, and there was an orange veil in between, adding a bit of embellishment to it. His light golden long hair was arranged into a very refreshing shape.

No matter what the future holds, he needs to grasp the present moment.

Calm down, settle down, calm down, and start thinking about changes in the face of the situation.

Xia Chenglin has already returned, and Yu Lijing and Wen Boti have equally special identities, and they will return sooner or later, including everyone in the Siqi Realm.

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Ang's sword shrine moved with the thoughts of the Immortal Sword Banished, emitting bursts of Haoguang, and the Sword of Daitian appeared in due course.

After two times of probing, he had an idea of ​​the predicament in front of him, so he didn't make any further moves, and immediately chose to meditate on the spot.

Both Buddhism and Confucianism sent people to investigate, but there was no news from them, which already explained too much, he didn't want his friends, soldiers and brothers to follow him in danger.

"Another year has passed."

It is the artifact of heaven - Nirvana.

The halberd or halberd standing by the table, under the moonlight, glowed with bursts of cold light.

On the other side, the Sword Immortal who saw this scene couldn't help admiring: "Good understanding."

Tread-tap-

Hearing the question, Huai Shengqi'ao subconsciously concocted a jug of good wine, stood up and was about to throw it to the other party.

Even the scene was based on my friend's Nine Peaks of Mount Heng, and then slightly modified with the sword intent.

But, not this time.

As soon as this proposal was put forward, he rejected it one by one.

Luo Hou persuaded the crowd and left Tiandu alone with the Jidu Sword in hand.

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"Heaven and earth, these six swords are enough to protect him. Friends have laid a solid foundation for him. The last two swords, when the opportunity comes, he will realize it."

Under the moonlight, Luo Hou's complexion was very pale, his breathing was a little disordered, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

If possible, he also hopes that he can create opportunities for them to gain experience through fighting.

He can't afford to gamble, and neither can Tiandu.

"Is there any wine left?"

"You are hurt?"

Enlightenment.

She stretched out her hand, letting the snowflakes fall on her palm, feeling the chill from the melting snow, sighing the passage of time.

If you can understand it thoroughly, you can count it as a cultivation, and it has little to do with the foundation.

The emotion called worry overwhelmed the restlessness in his heart at this moment.

However, as my friend said, the accumulation is too shallow, and the only way to force enlightenment is to transform into the Tao.

Lin Chongyang patted the head of the piano, and a silver light escaped from the base of Wanhe Songfeng, standing beside him.

Seeing his friend at his residence, Luo Hou was not surprised, but heaved a sigh of relief.

Well, Huai Sheng Qiao is now in the courtyard where Luo Hou lives.

Sitting under the flowers a few times playing the flute, looking into the distance from the red wall of the silver man; it seems that this star is not the last night, for whom is the wind and dew standing at midnight.

Steady footsteps sounded suddenly, neither hurried nor slow, and just as Huai Shengqiao turned his head, a figure in a golden battle robe came back from the outside.

Vaguely, strings sounded, as if someone was sighing softly:
Bright and dark, but what is the time?
Feng Yiweixiang, how did he know it?
Ming Zhao is dark, who can be the best?
In a dark world, it was as if the world had just opened, and Xiao Shu was ordered to change his sword intent to test it out, but the result was the same as before, like a mud cow falling into the sea, and there was no feedback at all.

During the test for Xiao Shu, he referred to many ideas of Hengshan Heart Flow.

The cool breeze is blowing, the wine is in your throat, and the little irritability in your heart is growing with the accumulation of time.

Lin Chongyang got up and invited: "My friend, how about a sword discussion?"

Luo Hou was well aware of the situation in Tiandu, and being held by Huai Shengqiao or the Heavenly Halberd beat up everyone he could, one can imagine the strength of the headquarters.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Lin Chongyang pressed his hands on the strings, and there was a trace of regret in his words:
"The six swords are already his limit, after all, the accumulation is too shallow."

"Having said that, I haven't practiced meditation for a while."

Even he, faced with such a thing, could not help but be melancholy.

From doubt, to panic, and finally, it turned into irritability.

Up and down in all directions, heaven and earth, only dark clouds covered the sky, and the sky was shrouded in smog. He ordered Xiao Shu to look around, but he couldn't see any light.

Since you can't afford to gamble, don't gamble, and don't let yourself regret it.

She was about to go out to find him, but she was dismissed by a flying letter, and now it will be a few years...

After several times of practice, the softness between her brows has completely faded away now, and the awe-inspiring snow-like heroic spirit is even more harmonious than before, with a touch of aloofness.

"A solid wish."

The whole article is just one word——

"The good or bad of this trip is unpredictable, Tiandu, I still have to ask you all."

In this regard, Immortal Sword Banished naturally has no objection.

The words fell, the wind was shared by thousands of miles, and the sounds of all voices resounded together, and the surrounding scene changed again.

But after seeing the opponent's appearance clearly, he stopped his movements.

A gentle breeze came, snowflakes fluttered and fell, Huai Shengqiao picked up the wine cup on the table and took a sip.

It was at that time that Huai Shengqiao realized that he seemed to care a little bit more about him in his heart.

It has been ten years since Luo Hou went to investigate the evil alone against all opinions. At that time, several people including her proposed to go together, even if they could not intervene in the battle, they could still help Luezhen.

Hearing the regret in his friend's words, Immortal Jian Ban said in relief that the six swords were just right, although he felt that Xiao Shu's comprehension could be understood through the last two swords.

Luo Hou spoke very fast and his voice was a little hoarse. He reached out his hand to take the jar of wine from Huai Shengqi'ao, uncovered the mud seal, raised the jar and drank heavily, allowing the wine to spill on the shirt.

The pervasive aroma of wine quickly covered up the smell of blood.

At this moment, there was no room for Luo Hou to think deeply, and he even felt a little lucky in his heart.

"Brother, I heard from the city guard that you just came back, what's the situation?"

(End of this chapter)