The sword was swaying wildly, and every time the shadow of the sword brought out a dazzling light, Guang Nan couldn't help but be shocked.
When did my nephew's swordsmanship become better than hers?
When did my nephew learn swordsmanship?
Every turn in the flute sound is also every change in the sword's momentum.
The flute sound is hearty and hearty, and the sword in Yue Izuyun's hand is also turning smoothly.
This sword and this song, no one in the world can possess such sword skills, nor can anyone be able to reproduce such a perfect flute sound, and no one can display the sword style of the song in such a similar way, as if it is like a People can perform it normally.
At the end of the song, a knowing smile appeared on Yue Izuyun's lips, and he pulled out a sword flower in his right hand.
The sword tip was raised like a swordsman's conceited heart, and then he returned the sword to the piano.
"I'm afraid there is no flute sound that can compare to Master's.
This flute sound can be completely integrated into my swordsmanship.
Master's musical skills are really admirable."
Qingcheng took back the jade flute in her hand and said with a smile: "If the apprentice's swordsmanship is not as good as expected, how can he respond to the meaning of the master's song?"
Yue Izuyun smiled and stopped talking, because if he continued talking, it might turn into a round of compliments, so Yue Izuyun chose to turn around and look at Guangnan, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Junior, why are you here?"
"I just came to listen to the sound of the flute.
I thought my nephew was discussing music with my senior sister again.
Every time you discuss music, there will always be a piece of music that I have never heard before, so I heard the sound of the flute.
Come here.
Who knew that my nephew was actually practicing swordsmanship, but my swordsmanship is vaguely similar to my senior sister’s flute sound.
Senior sister, why is that?”
"This is Qu Feng."
Qingcheng patiently explained, "The so-called Qu Feng is actually Tao.
Xiao Guangnan, do you know who the person with the best swordsmanship in the world is?"
"What's so difficult about this?
Isn't it possible that the one with the best swordsmanship in the world is not Senior Sword Lord Lin?"
Xiao Guangnan asked.
"Uncle Lin's swordsmanship is naturally unique in the world, so he has his own way.
However, people in the world are not Senior Lin, so they naturally have their own way.
There are thousands of swordsmanship, and each one has his own way.
Unique sword intent, so there are many sword masters in the world, but their sword intent is very different.
No two people will ever have the same sword intent, just because they cannot have the same heart. " Xiao Guangnan nodded thoughtfully, but heard Yue Izuyun on the side say: "Little Master Uncle, do you know the connection between sword intent and music style?"
"What's the connection?"
Guangnan couldn't help but ask.
Yue Izuyun smiled brightly, then nodded and said: "Actually, sword intention and style are the same thing.
The person who uses the sword integrates his own heart into his own sword technique, and it becomes a sword that is unique to him.
Intention, finally enters the way of sword from sword intention.
I, Fengming Pavilion, all use the sound of the piano as a weapon, so I can naturally integrate my heart into the music.
This is the simplest style of music, and although they are not the same thing, they reach the same goal through different paths, and the final result is still the style of music.
The sword enters the Tao."
"I don't quite understand."
Xiao Guangnan was a little confused, "My nephew, how can I have my own style of music?"
"You have to ask your junior uncle yourself."
Yue Izuyun reminded with a smile.
"The way of swordsmanship is in the heart, and the way of music is also in the heart, and in the final analysis, it is still one's original intention.
The state of mind is magnanimous, the sword's intention is naturally awe-inspiring, the mind is possessed by demons, and the style of music will naturally not make people feel comfortable, so regardless of the way of swordsmanship or music, it is It is born from one's own heart.
Similarly, there is no absolute evil or righteous martial arts in the world, because there is no good or evil in martial arts.
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The real distinction between good and evil is the human heart. " "When young master uncle is practicing next, you might as well not be obsessed with entering the realm.
When you relax, you can reflect on it, or you can say to ask yourself about your own heart.
When you understand the path you want to take, naturally If you can understand your own music style and achieve your own unique music style, you can naturally become the sixth master of Fengming Pavilion."
"The sixth master of Fengming Pavilion" Xiao Guangnan asked without knowing why.
Qingcheng nodded when he saw this, and couldn't help but look at Yue Izuyun, and then said: "Among the current masters, the apprentice has the highest level of martial arts.
Senior sister, I follow closely, followed by the master uncle and master uncle, and then Shu Senior Sister Qi.
Xiao Guangnan, your qualifications are far superior to those of the other sisters.
If you can achieve the realm of Qufeng, you will naturally become the sixth master after the five of us.
It will only be a matter of time before you enter the Earth Ranking. " Xiao Guangnan opened his mouth wide.
You must know that Qingcheng said it simply, but every word in it sounded like heaven and earth shaking to Guangnan.
After a while, Guangnan stretched out his right hand, pointed at Yue Izumo with some trembling, and asked in disbelief: "Senior sister, are you saying that when it comes to martial arts in our sect, even you are no match for my nephew?"
"yes."
"But obviously yesterday my nephew was hung up and beaten by his senior sister."
A trace of uneasiness flashed across Qingcheng's face, but then it turned into a knowing smile: "He didn't take action just because he was afraid that I would get hurt."
Hearing this, Guangnan turned around and left stiffly, while Yue Izuyun shrugged towards Qingcheng.
Unexpectedly, his master could see it.
"Master, I didn't mean it"
"Yeah, I understand."
Yue Izumo suddenly felt that all his worries were in vain.
He thought that his master would be angry because he kept his hand.
Who knew that the master who was so hot and arrogant could be as gentle as before.
"Apprentice, Xiao Guangnan's training will be left to you.
I believe that with your understanding of music, she will be able to achieve the realm of Qufeng as soon as possible."
Qingcheng warned.
"Don't worry, I have been in seclusion for such a long time, and I want to relax for a while.
Uncle Shuqi really has no way to survive at all.
If he hadn't been able to go down the mountain and become a teacher in the past three years, he would have suffocated his apprentice to death in the forbidden forest.
"Tsuki Izumo said, sitting on the roof, he lightly jumped to the roof, took advantage of the situation, and then continued: "Anyway, what happens next?
It’s nothing.
At most, I just went to count the amount when the money was sent by the Money Gang.
I almost forgot that the Money Gang will come to send money again at the end of this month.
The weather is perfect now.
Master, should we give it to my uncle and uncle?
We have changed our martial arts appearance, and Master, look at my clothes, which are only red, I’m afraid it’s a bit embarrassing.”
"Don't think about it.
It's just an excuse to change the appearance of the master.
Disciple, your real purpose is to change your own clothes.
Why, you think the clothes made for the master are too ugly."
"How could it happen?"
Yue Izuyun said quickly, "The clothes made by Master are naturally very beautiful, but this color..."
"If it looks good, then just wear it.
When you think that the clothes you made for me are too ugly and not worthy of your fame, go ahead and change them yourself."
Yue Izuyun was shocked, but when she looked up, she saw Qingcheng's eyes filled with smiles, so she just thought Qingcheng was joking, but she couldn't suppress the uneasiness in her heart.
"Well, no matter how ugly the clothes made by Master are, I will always wear them," Yue Izumo nodded.
A moment later, as a sword intent shot up into the sky, the entire Fengming Pavilion couldn't help but shake their heads.
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