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Mo Yun didn't say a word, he didn't even understand the true meaning of these words, and he was still comprehending why the sword made just now failed.

"At the last moment, I have committed the same old problem. Are you still thinking that I am a fool who doesn't know how to move?"

Silence back.

"You holding the sword, like a child, are fascinated by the chaotic swordsmanship, and the battle situation is changing rapidly, but you only pay attention to your own sword. Of course, it is more than enough to deal with mediocre hands, but against a master, even escape is a luxury. "

"You are a kid," Mo Yun said loudly, unconvinced, "I will know how to break your catch!"

Lu Zhengkang's childish face showed a calm smile, "Well, I'll wait for you, and come over when you're ready."

Quiet for a long time.

On the white snowy ground, the bamboo shadows swayed slightly, and the slender twigs lingered endlessly, knocking at each other, and the sparse bamboo leaves were slightly shaken by the cold wind, splashing with a gentle and gentle sound of waves.

A light cloud as shallow as a mist covers the crescent moon in the sky, and this dumb gleam is dizzy on the thin gauze-like cloud, like a hanging eye, reflecting the lights of the world.

Mo Yun gently pulled out his sword.

Jianguang is clearer than moonlight.

There is no guest holding a sword in the world, only the flower-like sword.

The moon is like a jade mirror, and the sword is like an ice plate.

Illuminate the sun, moon and stars on the earth, thrust against the cold of Qiuzhou.

The swordsmanship of being in love and into the scene is already a short way.

Lu Zhengkang looked at the night sky and smiled.

"It's a bit worth seeing." I don't know if it is Moonlight or Mo Yun's sword.

Don't think about anything.

Do not think.

Turn the sword, release the sword, as long as it is fast enough, faster!

"The mind gives birth to a thought, and once it enters the day after tomorrow, no thoughts are thoughts, and there is no way to be Dharma."

With five fingers spread out, the palms of the wind on all sides contracted, and each air stream was like a rope of spirit, bound by a ray of sword light spontaneously.

Weave one by one and form a net piece by piece.

Pressing the palm of the hand, Jian Qi was deeply pressed into the ground.

No matter how free and easy the sword is, it can't escape the flood of fate, and this palm is the destiny.

Mo Yun sat on the ground, almost no blood on his face.

"why?"

"Your sword is completely controlled by your thoughts, and you still have too many distracting thoughts. This kind of sword is full of flaws, not to mention your deep obsession, chaotic sword energy, and loss of control."

The brilliant sword that is enough to be called the classic of the swordsman's life appears fancy and pale in Lu Zhengkang's spicy comments.

Mo Yun rubbed his face, lifted his spirits, stood up and bowed deeply, "Master, please teach me the real swordsmanship."

Swordsmanship.

Lu Zhengkang groaned.

In the previous life, as a bug, he used sword-like bone nails. At that time, his swordsmanship was tempered in dreams, while swordsmanship focused on the soul. These were not rare in the world of Taiwu martial arts.

Mo Yun does not lack an understanding of swordsmanship.

What he lacks is the heart of victory and the understanding of the laws of nature.

Every move of Lu Zhengkang is as natural as the flow of the upper edge, fits good fortune, and the world is the heart.

And Mo Yun's swordsmanship took the path of heart-generation universe, absent-mindedness, but he obviously didn't reach this point.

"You shouldn't practice this "Heart Sword Sutra". It restrains the aura that you haven't conceived. It's like putting a cover on a sapling, forcibly fixing the body, plus the divine intent in that broken sword. You are repeating the path of that swordsman now, and maybe you will become another him in the future." Lu Zhengkang strolled through the snow, not half a footprint under his feet.

"However, the road to heaven is inexhaustible. Fortunately, it is fragments and swords. His mark is broken. You may have a chance to break the cage in the future."

Lu Zhengkang circled the ink cloud, and every word pierced the swordsman's chest like a knife.

"Please... teach me."

"Is it quick or slow?"

"How about a crash?"

"Quick achievement is to kill people, treat these people as distracting thoughts, when the mind is calm, when will the swordsmanship become."

"What about slow work?"

"Appreciate flowers and make the moon, recite poems and play the piano, in short, do something you like and forget the sword."

Mo Yun interrupted aloud, "Forgot the sword? How to kill the enemy?"

Lu Zhengkang didn't answer, and finished the sentence by himself, "Either enjoy it or forget it. How to choose is yours, I will go back to sleep."

Shi Shiran returned to Junxian's residence and sat on the couch, sinking into the Pure Land Pearl.

Three days ago, Shaolin found that the missing Bodhisattva had been fried.

Of course, they are not worried that the Bodhisattva will be abducted by human traffickers, they are afraid that Lu Zhengkang will be abducted by a bald donkey from another temple.

Those kind-faced, black-faced bald heads and slippery brains are all thinking about how to invite the Bodhisattva to their temple for offerings. Sinister!

Zen Master Zixing was so worried that he could hardly eat.

This person could not be found, and there was no news in the Pure Land Pearl, and the old monk felt that his dear child had been cheated away.

"The Buddha, Ami, within five days, Lao Na will hear the news of the Buddha! Otherwise, don't come back!" The abbot stomped, and the whole Songshan trembled three times. Several pilgrims were unstable and fell one. Da Pi Dun shouted: "The earth dragon has turned over!"

"Abbot, don't be angry with your body," the first few came to round the field, and don't know what the so-called standard of being angry with the body, "Buddhas must go out to save all living beings. Let's wait in the temple with peace of mind. As for running errands, Things can be left to the lay disciples."

The monks nodded in praise.

When the old monk heard this, his brows were also overjoyed. Just as he wanted to express his agreement, he heard the words "Heart is not pure, how to understand Zen, be honest, don't come to me."

Zen Master Zixing's face suddenly collapsed, like a tuft of steamed potatoes that was beaten vigorously.

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