Comprehensive Martial Arts: Playing the Myth of Martial Arts, Asking Sword Xueyuecheng

And such a legendary figure.

Now it is in front of them.

How not to shock them?

The other looked at him, and he looked at the other side as well.

Seeing his enchanting look, he couldn’t help but sigh again: “When old people meet, but they don’t want to be things and people, you don’t have to be like this, I didn’t take you as an apprentice.” ”

“No matter what, the senior will always be Jingzhou’s master in Jingzhou’s heart.” Jinxian shook his head.

Although the cold wind did not take him as an apprentice, in his heart, if there was no cold wind, then there would be no Jinxian, one of the five great prisoners now.

Maybe he had died on that snowy night!

“You are very good, even if you are physically and mentally disabled, you still have no change in your original intention, come and sit!” Cold Wind praised, and then looked at Wang Rensun on the side: “When the old people meet, how long do you have to hide?” ”

Hearing this, Wang Rensun, who was originally going to sneak away, suddenly leaked and walked over with an embarrassed face.

“Sit down!”

Cold Wind made a gesture of invitation.

“I can’t imagine that Wang Rensun, who used to be in Dali, the most promising to become a Dao Immortal, is now like this.” A hint of disappointment flashed in Cold Wind’s eyes.

Originally, he thought that Ye Dingtian’s death would not destroy his fighting spirit, but would strengthen his sword heart.

But I didn’t expect that after many years, the other party could not get out of the shadow at the beginning.

“I…” Wang Rensun wanted to say more, but finally sighed: “It really lived up to his expectations.” ”

Twelve years ago, Ye Dingtian hoped that Wang Rensun could help him take care of Wuxin.

In the end, he could not get out of the shadow of his psychology.

Go far and wide.

He became a drunken monk at the Great Fanyin Temple.

Drunk all day long, dreaming and dying.

Not only did it not play a slightest responsibility to take care of the carelessness.

In the end, he also let the other party risk his life and come to this great Sanskrit Temple to find him.

There is indeed a negative trust.

Cold Wind didn’t pay attention to him anymore, but looked at Jin Xian on the side.

The voice was like a Dao Sanskrit sound, mixed with his understanding of the Heavenly Sword.

“Some people divide swords into five realm sharp swords, soft swords, heavy swords, wooden swords, and no swords.”

“The swordsman is fierce and invincible.”

“Soft swordsman, fickle, strange.”

“The heavy sword, the heavy sword has no edge, and the big trick does not work.”

“Wooden swordsmen, grass, wood, bamboo and stone, can be swords.”

“He who has no sword, has no sword in his hand, has a sword in his heart, and enters the realm where no sword is better than a sword.”

“There are also people who divide kendo into three realms.”

“The first is [looking at the mountains is not mountains, looking at the water is not water]”

“The second is “looking at the mountain or the mountain, looking at the water or the water]”

“The third [look at the water as a sword, look at the mountain or a sword, see that everything is a sword, and I am a sword.] 】”

“And I don’t think so.”

“The swordsman should go forward bravely, rather than bend, mighty and unyielding, poor and unmoved, if he blindly grovels, how can he become a sword, cultivate the sword first and forge the heart…..!”

Cold Wind responded to his situation and said what he understood about kendo.

It is also to make up for the regret of fifteen years ago.

As for whether he can comprehend it and break into the realm of the sword immortal, it depends on his own creation.

After that, Cold Wind turned around and left.

But at this time, a faint voice sounded in Wang Rensun’s ears.

“When you get on the boat, you don’t think about the people on the shore, and when you get off the boat, you don’t mention the ship. The old people don’t need to know the recent situation, and the new people don’t need to ask about the past. ”

“Life is scattered, it is a common thing, and it is destined to arise from causes.”

“When you think about it, everything is bitter. When you let go of the thought, you are born again. ”

“If you continue to be obsessed, after a hundred years, what face will you have to see Ye Dingtian?”

“I believe that when I accompany me to the apocalypse with my sword, I will be able to see the broken empty knife of the past, instead of a drunken old monk who has lost his way.”

This statement came out.

Wang Rensun was struck by lightning.

Yes, the past is in the past after all, and the past is like smoke.

If you have been obsessed with the past, then how can you be worthy of Big Brother Ye, and how can you be worthy of being unintentional?

The most important thing is to protect your nephew, who has been guilty all his life, with a useful body.

Wang Rensun burst into tears, and his face finally showed a look of relief.

“Hahaha, thank you for the guidance of the heavenly sword, there will be a life in the future, and you will die.”

The heart of the knife is reforged, better than before.

Wang Rensun looked up to the sky and roared.

In the realm of entering the realm of shaking.

And just when Wang Rensun was shaking, Jin Xian on the side also suddenly opened his eyes.

“So this is the sword? I was wrong all the time. ”

“Swordsmen, go forward bravely, not afraid of power.”

“If it is blindly groveling, then where is the sword?”

“Hahaha, Mr. Jinxian Xie.”

Jin Xian laughed, although his heart was broken, he already had a heart to forge a sword.

Even if there is no change in strength.

But it has already allowed him to enter the road of inaccessibility, expanding into a generous road.

It’s only a matter of time before you get into the big getaway.

If you can not change your original intention, it is not impossible to enter the Sword Immortal Realm.

“Sir great grace, although Jingzhou does not forget death, if there is a day, but there is a life, do not dare not obey.”

Jin Xian bowed deeply.

He knew what Cold Wind had done thirteen years ago.

What do you want to do thirteen years later.

But so what?

At that time, Shen Jingzhou, if there was no Mr. Wu, had died fifteen years ago.

Big deal to give his life back, so what?

“Master?” The two little Daoists next to him looked at Shen Jingzhou suspiciously.

“Let’s go, there is a gentleman, I can’t take it away without intention.” Jin Xian shook his head and didn’t say anything more.

Turn around and go.

It’s also time to go back and set it up.

Entering the apocalypse with a sword, although seemingly simple, was the most important first step in his plan thirteen years ago.

There is no room for error.