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Xie Xiaofeng: I didn’t want you to teach me the way of the sword

“What does your lord think about the realm without swords?”

At this time, if the conversation in the courtyard spreads to the Jianghu, others will never believe it.

Xie Xiaofeng was revered as the God of Sword by people in the world more than 20 years ago~.

And Xiaoyao Wang is not even twenty years old now.

With Xie Xiaofeng’s swordsmanship attainments, it is absolutely incredible that King Xiaoyao can sit with him and discuss swords.

In Xie Xiaofeng’s eyes, there is no concept of seniors and juniors. He only knows that King Xiaoyao has a very high vision in the way of swordsmanship, and it may not necessarily be able to help him break through.

Every one of the sword slaves guarding the gate of the courtyard is a master who can establish a sect in the rivers and lakes.

More importantly, the swordsmanship they practiced was Yan Shisan’s fifteen deadly swords!

Back then, Xie Xiaofeng was defeated by the Fifteen Killing Swords.

Later, he deduced it and taught it to several sword slaves.

Although the Fifteen Deadly Swords were cast from Yan Shisan’s hands, they are completely different from those of these sword slaves.

But before King Xiaoyao could make a move, the penetrating sword energy overwhelmed the deadly fifteen swords jointly launched by the three of them.

This is enough to prove that Xiaoyao Wang also has extremely high attainments in the way of swordsmanship.

As for Xiaoyao Wang being able to see at a glance the realm of swordsmanship he is currently exploring, it was even more unexpected by Xie Xiaofeng.

When Xie Xiaofeng asked this question, he didn’t mean to ask for advice, he just wanted to hear King Xiaoyao’s opinion on this situation.

Thinking about it, I might be able to comprehend by analogy, and maybe get some inspiration from it.

Zhu Zixuan smiled lightly and said, “The way of the sword is divided into several realms.”

“Only when one can achieve the unity of human and sword can one barely touch the path of swordsmanship.”

“Before this, it was just swordsmanship and swordsmanship. This realm can be called the realm of human swords.”

Although the unity of the human world can only be regarded as an introduction to the way of swordsmanship, there are very few people in the world who can truly reach this level.

Among the younger generation, there are only a few people such as Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue.

Xie Xiaofeng silently nodded with appreciation.

The realm of the unity of human and sword is enough to be famous in the world, but in his current opinion, it is indeed just the beginning.

Just based on these words, for King Xiaoyao, he felt a sense of confidant in his heart.

ZhuZixuan continued: “Above the unity of human and sword, there is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart.”

“When the way of the sword has reached this state, it will not be stuck in things. Plants, trees, bamboos and stones, everything can be a sword!”

“This state can be called the heart sword state.”

Twenty years ago, when Xie Xiaofeng threw his sword into the river, it was in this state.

In the past, the sword demon Dugu sought defeat, and after the age of forty, his swordsmanship also reached this level.

He called it, the realm without a sword is better than the realm with a sword.

“And going up is the state of returning to the basics that you are looking for now.”

Xie Xiaofeng was even more appreciative on his face. It was only ten years ago that he barely touched this realm.

However, at such a young age, King Xiaoyao knew the realm of swordsmanship like the palm of his hand.

Since Xie Xiaofeng was born, the title of swordsman genius has always been with him.

Although he didn’t like the title, he couldn’t deny it.

Until today, in front of King Xiaoyao, he was truly ashamed of his former name.

King Xiaoyao is only eighteen years old, and he has already had decades of kendo research. How can he be worthy of the name of a kendo genius?

Xie Xiaofeng originally thought that the stocktaking of the state of swordsmanship should stop at this point.

But Zhu Zixuan continued: “There is no sword in your hand, and there is no sword in your heart. This state can be called the state of no sword.”

“The realm without a sword can also be divided into the realm of the original sword and the realm of non-swords.”

Xie Xiaofeng couldn’t help being stunned.

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It never occurred to him that King Xiaoyao actually had a deeper understanding of the Swordless Realm that he was groping for.

For a moment, Xie Xiaofeng’s expression became solemn.

He tidied up his clothes carefully, sat upright like a schoolboy, and listened intently.

Zhu Zixuan said lightly: “A sword is a sword, and I am me. I call this the state of the sword.”

For fear of disturbing his thoughts, Xie Xiaofeng even stopped breathing.

A sword is a sword, and I am me.

This state is Xie Xiaofeng’s current state, but it has not yet reached the perfect state.

This is also the reason why in this courtyard, he is just an old man with no strength to restrain himself.

Just because he realized the sword in this courtyard, he completely separated the part of his body related to the sword.

In Xie Xiaofeng’s thirsty eyes, Zhu Zixuan finally said the last sentence: “At the top of the mountain, the sword is not a sword, and I am not me! I call it the realm of not being a sword.”

A sword is not a sword!

I am not me!

Just six words fell into Xie Xiaofeng’s ears, like thunder!

In the whole world, except for Xie Xiaofeng, no matter who heard these words, they would feel that Zhu Zixuan was just talking nonsense.

Deliberately said some mysterious and mysterious words to play tricks on mysteries.

Even Ximen Chuuxue absolutely couldn’t understand these six words at this time.

With his current swordsmanship, he can barely see the state of having a sword in his heart but not having a sword in his hand.

As for the higher realm, even if you tell him, he still can’t understand the mystery of it.

But Xie Xiaofeng is different. A sword is a sword, and I am my peak. He has already climbed to the mountainside.

At this time, even if Zhu Zixuan didn’t say anything, he could vaguely feel that there were mountains on it.

And the six words that Zhu Zixuan said were equivalent to helping him wipe away the clouds and mists that lingered above the peak of the Sword Dao.

Xie Xiaofeng became infatuated for a moment, and even his gaze became a little dull, and he murmured: “A sword is not a sword? I am not me?”

Seeing this, Zhu Zixuan smiled slightly and said, “For you now, it’s not yet time to comprehend this realm.”

If others heard this sentence, I don’t know how many people would scold Xiaoyao Wang for not knowing the heights of heaven and earth.

In the whole world, who dares to say that he can teach Xie Xiaofeng the way of swordsmanship?

Even Zhenren Zhang doesn’t have this ability.

Wudang Daoist Zhang, although he vaguely meant to be number one in the world, it was because of his advanced cultivation.

Purely in terms of swordsmanship, even Daoist Zhang is inferior to Xie Xiaofeng!

But after Xie Xiaofeng heard these words, he woke up like a dream.

Indeed, as King Xiaoyao said, even the sword is the sword, and I am me, he has not yet fully grasped the realm.

Now I am thinking about comprehending the realm where swords are not swords, but it is indeed too late.

While speaking, Zhu Zixuan had already stood up and walked around the courtyard.

Xie Xiaofeng hurriedly followed, half a step behind.

The identity of the prince of Xiaoyao is not enough to make Xie Xiaofeng like this.

What he admired and respected was Xiaoyao Wang’s swordsmanship and his advice.

In the courtyard, there is a deserted tomb.

There is no tombstone on the grave. The tombstone is erected in the thatched pavilion and inserted on the railing.

A small wooden sign.

When Zhu Zixuan looked out from the pavilion just now, he found that this small wooden sign was facing the barren tomb.

It’s like the one erected in front of the grave.

The small wooden sign reads “The Tomb of the Thirteenth Duke of Yan, Gu Weiyou.”

Zhu Zixuan walked directly to these two barren graves.

Yan Shisan was the one who defeated Xie Xiaofeng.

Although there was only one time, Xie Xiaofeng couldn’t get back that time in his life.

Although Xie Xiaofeng was once invincible, he was once defeated by Yan Shisan.

So he wants to name this place Tibetan Sword House.

No matter how sharp his sword is, when it gets here, it has no edge at all!

No matter how brilliant Xie Xiaofeng’s life is, in front of this person,He is always a loser.

The reason why he buried Yan Shisan here was of course not to commemorate it.

It’s just that he wants to climb to the peak of swordsmanship, and the dead Yan Shisan is an obstacle he can’t get around!

Zhu Zixuan said lightly: “When there is no hidden sword cottage in the Shenjian Villa, you will be able to fully grasp the current state.”

Now Xie Xiaofeng hasn’t fully grasped the state that the sword is a sword, because he can’t do without this hidden sword hut.

Only in this hidden sword hut can he enter a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.

But the Hidden Sword Cottage is just a dilapidated courtyard, nothing special.

The only thing that is special is this barren tomb belonging to Yan Shisan.

But what Zhu Zixuan meant was not to say that Xie Xiaofeng would be able to make great progress in the way of the sword as long as the Tibetan Sword House was destroyed.

Instead, I want Xie Xiaofeng to move Yan Shisan’s grave into his heart.

As long as he can do it, no matter where he is, he will feel like he is in a hidden sword cottage.

It can be said that he has completely mastered this realm.

Xie Xiaofeng’s eyes lit up. With his kendo attainments, he can of course tell the truth of what he said.

He couldn’t help but bowed to Zhu Zixuan, bowing as a disciple, and said, “Thank you, Master.”

Only Xie Xiaofeng himself knows how much Xiaoyao Wang’s conversation today has helped him.

If there is no Xiaoyao Wang, it will take at least ten years for him to fully grasp the state of the sword.

But now, he is confident that within a month, he will fully grasp this realm!

The day when he fully grasps it will be the time when he will be promoted to heaven!

As for the state that can be reached after mastering the sword is not the sword, I am not the self, even Xie Xiaofeng today can hardly guess.

This time, Master, Xie Xiaofeng was so convinced.

Xie Xiaofeng’s state of mind has already reached the state of being clean and clean.

The worldly perspective has long been unable to impose on others.

If you can’t be true to your heart, then you are not worthy of sword training!

Xie Xiaofeng regarded himself as a disciple to him, and Zhu Zixuan didn’t refuse, but said indifferently: “I’m leaving first, and I hope that when we meet next time, I won’t be in this hidden sword hut.”

Xie Xiaofeng said with a smile: “Master, don’t worry, at most one month, there will be no more hidden sword cottages in the Shenjian Villa.”

Zhu Zixuan walked out with his hands on his back.

Looking at his back, Xie Xiaofeng couldn’t help being amazed.

Could this young master be the reincarnation of the Heavenly Sword Immortal?

Immediately, Xie Xiaofeng remembered the rumors in today’s world.

In the rivers and lakes, because of King Xiaoyao’s luck sword and mysterious palm technique, the tide has already been surging.

After contemplating for a while, he murmured, “January is too long.”

“Well, if those monks had come earlier, they would have left earlier!”

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“Having received such great kindness from Master, how can you let it go at this time?”

…

Xie Xiaoyu has been waiting outside.

Seeing Zhu Zixuan coming out again, he couldn’t help but his eyes glowed, and he saluted, “My lord.”

Then he couldn’t wait to ask: “My lord, does my father want to borrow the lord’s sword?”

Zhu Zixuan shook his head, and said lightly, “It’s just a chat for a while.”

Xie Xiaoyu couldn’t help being stunned.

In her thoughts, her father has been stagnant for a long time, and has never seen anyone since retreating.

Even Wudang Zhenren Zhang’s birthday, he couldn’t let him go out to meet each other.

Now she is suddenly asked to invite King Xiaoyao to the village, is it because of the luck sword or what?

Just chatting for a while, how is this possible?

It’s just that the relationship between their father and daughter is actually not close.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for Xie Xiaoyu to take the initiative to ask Xie Xiaofeng.

In her imagination, it should be the father who asked to borrow the sword, and then the prince took advantage of the situation and asked his father to help him solve the Buddhist affairs of various countries.

Although Xie Xiaoyu had thousands of questions in her mind, no matter whether it was her father or the prince, she dared not ask any of them.

He could only follow behind Zhu Zixuan and said, “My lord, the village has already prepared food and wine…”

At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a noise coming from the village.

Xie Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, and there was some evil spirit between her eyebrows and eyes.

“Xie Tingsheng!”

Xie Xiaoyu called the housekeeper’s name coldly.

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The next moment, Xie Tingsheng, with cold sweat on his forehead, appeared in front of the two of them and saluted, “My lord, miss.”

Xie Xiaoyu said coldly: “Don’t you know that the prince is here? The people in the village don’t have any rules anymore, right?”

Xie Tingsheng wiped his sweat, bent over, and apologized: “My lord, forgive me. Miss, it’s a thief monk who came to the village.”

. . . . . . .

Xie Xiaoyu couldn’t help being taken aback, and said, “Thief monk?”

While speaking, she couldn’t help turning her head to look at Zhu Zixuan’s face.

Xiaoyao Wang just destroyed Shaolin Temple.

Buddhist sects from all walks of life in the world have launched an action against King Xiaoyao again.

Now, she is extremely sensitive to the word monk.

Zhu Zixuan smiled slightly and said, “Then let’s go and have a look together, maybe we are acquaintances.”

Xie Xiaoyu glared at Xie Tingsheng and said, “Hurry up and lead the way.”

…

In the hall.

At this time, there was a monk wearing a dilapidated monk’s robe, surrounded by a group of people from Shenjian Villa.

With a bitter face, he was kneeling in front of a servant from the village.

Repeatedly said in the mouth: “I’m sorry, right?live! ”

“The monk came here today to make amends.”

At this time, Zhu Zixuan and others just walked in.

Seeing this monk, a gleam of light flashed in Zhu Zixuan’s eyes, and he said with a smile, “Honest monk, what are you doing here?”

The people of Shenjian Villa couldn’t help but be extremely shocked when they heard this.

Unexpectedly, the thief monk who appeared in the village was actually a well-known honest monk in the Jianghu.

The expressions of Xie Xiaoyu and Xie Tingsheng also changed in horror.

The honest monk is kneeling in front of a servant of Shenjian Villa at this moment. What is the situation?

Hearing Zhu Zixuan’s voice, the honest monk’s expression changed instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.

It seems that he never thought that he would see Zhu Zixuan here.

The honest monk became tense in an instant, and stammered, “My… my lord, why are you here?”

Swallowing, he said again: “Ami…”

Before he finished saying the Buddha’s name, he poohed a few times, and said with a smile: “My lord, you know, I was kicked out of the gate by Shaolin a long time ago.”

“It’s no longer a Shaolin disciple. Those Buddhist sects have nothing to do with me.”

“My lord, please don’t get me wrong.”

While speaking, his body couldn’t help shaking slightly.

Xie Xiaoyu and the others couldn’t help feeling disdainful and funny.

Monk Honest is definitely well-known in the Jianghu.

But he didn’t expect that he would be frightened into such a state by Xiaoyao Wang.

Zhu Zixuan sat down, smiled lightly, and said, “Don’t worry, if you didn’t show up in Shaolin, this king won’t kill you because of it.”

The honest monk heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, “That’s good, that’s good. The prince is wise.”

Zhu Zixuan smiled and said, “But if you can’t explain clearly why you are here, then you can’t say it.”

The honest monk said with a bitter face, “My lord, I’m here to make amends.”

He knelt down in front of a guard before, and now he directly took out a piece of silver.

Handing the silver to the guard, he said in shame, “In the market today, the benefactor dropped a piece of silver.”

“When the monk saw it, he became greedy for a moment and trampled it under his feet.”

“Afterwards, the more the monk thinks about it, the more ashamed he becomes. The monk’s move is really sorry…I’m sorry…”

He originally wanted to say, I’m sorry Buddha.

But seeing Xiaoyao Wang present at the moment, he dared not mention it.

After all, the relationship between Buddhism and King Xiaoyao is extremely tense at this moment. Who knows whether King Xiaoyao will hate the Buddha.

The honest monk lowered his head, held up the silver, and said, “Please forgive me, the benefactor!”