In the snow, the young man in red held Weiyu in his hand.
The light blue sword felt so gentle in his hand.
The pocket swayed slightly, but slightly slowly.
This was not strange, because as long as you enter the Tao realm, you can interfere with the surrounding environment with your own power, including air flow speed, temperature, and even the passage of time in a single thought.
Of course, the last situation can only be a legend.
It is said that only those in the realm above the Heavenly List can control time, and such existence has not appeared for hundreds of years.
"bite" The clear crashing sound made Qingcheng couldn't help but raise her head and look towards the place where the sound came from.
It turned out that it was her apprentice who had a string of white jade bells on his waist.
"The white jade bells that have been played for so long have not made a sound until now.
What level of strength has the apprentice reached?"
A flash of shock flashed through Qingcheng's heart, but she could not be shocked at this moment, because the Weiyu sword in Yue Chuyun's hand was already gone.
A series of afterimages were brought out in mid-air towards him, even though the sword was very slow.
This sword was very slow, so slow that even an ordinary person in the world could clearly see the trajectory that this sword was about to take.
But facing this sword, Qingcheng actually felt a little guilty, and she even felt a little bit reluctant.
I can't think of this sword.
If one word were used to describe the magnificence of this sword, mystery might be the most appropriate.
This sword gives people the feeling that they think that a banished immortal in fluttering clothes is playing the sword gracefully and singing.
There is no murderous intention at all.
But if the opponent thinks so, then this sword will definitely appear in his throat, and he will use it to Ways that are simply unimaginable.
This is Feixian Kendo, the Feixian Kendo that belongs exclusively to Yue Izumo.
Although the appearance of Feixian Kendo comes from the memory of the previous life, Yue Izumo has long understood that he is not the person in his memory, so he cannot take the same path as him.
The same swordsmanship.
Therefore, Tsuki Izumo chooses to go his own way.
The swordsman's way of swordsmanship cannot be the sword of killing.
Although this sword carries the power of a flying immortal and controls the power of heaven and earth, in the final analysis, the source of this sword is Yue Izumo.
My own sword heart.
People are always unique, even if they are useless, there is always something unique about them.
Therefore, everyone's swordsmanship is also different.
If you study hard and practice towards other people's swordsmanship, you will not be able to understand the purest artistic conception.
The so-called Dibang Taoist Realm, in the final analysis, is to find one's own heart and integrate the Tao of the heart into the way of swordsmanship.
This is the martial arts, which is also the so-called Taoist Realm in the world.
It is precisely because of this that when Sword Lord Lin Langzhao taught his disciples, he did not choose to let him practice step by step.
Instead, he made Qin Langge understand his own way first, and then learned the swordsmanship moves, so that he could move towards his own way of swordsmanship.
Explore on your own.
Yue Izuyun has never learned martial arts before, nor does he have the martial arts concepts passed down in the world, but Yue Izuyun has his own way, the way of music, the way of the heart, the way of the sword, no matter what it is, it is his own way after all.
That's why Yue Izuyun was able to enter the Tao realm in such a short period of time.
Of course, if it weren't for the inexhaustible music in his past life memories and the Fengming Pavilion's falling feathers and shocking mental skills that were tailor-made for him, he would have been able to enter the Tao realm just by relying on his internal strength.
It may take two or three years to save up.
Qingcheng gritted her teeth.
Although she was not sure about taking the sword, as a master, how could she admit defeat in front of her disciple.
Moreover, Yue Izuyun has only been practicing for such a short period of time.
Although Qingcheng has long understood that Yue Izuyun's martial arts talent will surpass her sooner or later, but it is indeed difficult for her to surpass her so quickly.
She clenched her left hand into a sword finger.
At this moment, the true speed of the Haoyue Fanghua Jue practiced by Qingcheng finally appeared in front of Yue Izuyun.
She stretched it out in the air.
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A layer of internal force ripples seemed to appear under her feet and spread out in all directions.
Then her figure completely disappeared. disappear.
Yue Izuyun's eyes were neither anxious nor alarmed.
The next second, Qingcheng's figure suddenly appeared on his left side, and the Qiuwu Sword also turned into a stream of light and came towards him.
"Ah, master, let's get serious.
In this case, just admit defeat.
You are the master anyway, so it's not a shame if I lose to you."
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and a knowing smile suddenly appeared on Yue Izuyun's face, and then the aura around him suddenly disappeared.
Even though the sword in front of him was about to cut across his throat, the sword in his hand was still put down.
He just looked at the people around him with a smile in his eyes.
The sword energy passed by, and the wind it brought was a bit cold, but the sword still changed its trajectory before Yue Izuyun's eyes.
Then Qingcheng turned around and knocked out the long sword in her hand.
It was as if she had lost control of her body.
Falling down in mid-air.
Yue Izuyun sighed, and naturally understood in his heart that it must be very difficult for Qingcheng to forcefully stop the Haoyue Fanghua Jue, so he stepped forward without hesitation, shook his right hand, and turned into a stream of light without saying a word.
As Qiu Wu left, his free right hand was just enough to hold the person in front of him into his arms.
With the warm and fragrant nephrite in her arms, Yue Izuyun felt that the familiar fragrance seemed to be more and more obvious, while the person in her arms seemed a little panicked, so that Yue Izuyun could easily feel the slight warmth coming from her whole body.
Tremble.
Lowering his head, Qingcheng's astonished gaze was unobstructed.
Their eyes met, and what followed was the peach blossom face of the woman in her arms.
"Apprentice, why don't you let go" After landing, Yue Izuyun finally came to his senses with a cry of tenderness.
He immediately let go of his right hand that was blocking Qingcheng's arms, stepped back a few steps, and then asked with concern: "Master, are you okay?"
Hearing this, Qingcheng frowned slightly and did not answer.
She just asked: "Apprentice, why didn't you use that sword just now?
If it were that sword, even the master might not be sure that he could follow it."
Yue Izuyun shook his head and chuckled softly: "I am just sparring with the master, not fighting for my life.
The sword technique just now is too dangerous.
The disciple has not been able to fully master it since he first understood it, so naturally he cannot use it."
"Aren't you afraid that my sword will kill you?"
Qingcheng couldn't help but ask.
"If it were someone else, the disciple would naturally not be like this, but if it were the master, if there is one person in this world worthy of the disciple's trust, that would be the master."
"But if I don't have time to sheath the sword, I will still hurt you if you take action."
"This is too much of a loss compared to buying and selling."
Qingcheng raised her head in surprise, not expecting Yue Izuyun to make a joke at this time, and then heard him continue: "If I sheath the sword, the master will definitely not hurt me.
If I draw the sword, the master may take it.
Even if Izumo died, he would not be far away from seeing his master injured.
The choice of exchanging the possibility of his master being injured for his own safety is indeed a loss-making deal for the disciple. " There was a sudden fever on her face.
Qingcheng herself didn't know the reason, but when she heard her disciple say this, she suddenly felt happy again.
Looking at the young man standing in front of me with a smile, indescribable elegance and sincerity, I immediately believed what he said, smiled and turned around to leave.
Watching the woman in front of him turn and leave, Yue Izumo couldn't help but look down at his right hand that had been hidden behind his back.
Then he noticed a familiar breath gradually approaching.
He immediately returned to the wheelchair and turned around to see that it was a book.
Qi appeared outside the small courtyard carrying two food boxes.
"Master nephew, there is only so much wine that can be brought secretly.
If it is not enough, I will get some after your master drinks them all."
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Although Shuqi's tone was a bit angry, the smile on her face showed that she did not stop her head junior sister from secretly drinking.
Yue Izuyun nodded with a smile, clasped his fists and thanked: "Thank you, Master.
These wines should be enough for Master to retreat for these days.
The rest will be buried in my small courtyard.
The wines buried at the beginning of the new snow will wait until the spring of March.
When you dig it out, the wine tastes best.”
Shuqi immediately shook his hand, as if he was a little impatient with Yue Izuyun saying these things.
He looked around and found Qingcheng's figure, and immediately asked: "Master nephew, where is your master?"
"Master just returned to the room, but uncle has something to do?"
Yue Izuyun asked curiously.
"Of course not, I just asked casually.
Since junior sister has gone into seclusion, I will go back first."
After Shuqi finished speaking, he left, but when he turned around, he saw two more long swords in the snow not far away, piercing each other into the bluestone
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