Master of Great Calamity

After one night, Fang Yuan came to practice swords in front of the Desolate Palace again, but this time, he had a thought to see if the shadow would appear again. For this reason, the place he chose to practice swords was in front of the Desolate Palace, where the shadow appeared last night...

But as he practiced, he gradually forgot about it, and was immersed in the practice of swordsmanship again.

Another whole night passed like this, and when he stopped exhausted and sweating, it was already midnight, the sky and the earth were quiet, and the wind was blowing in the wild grass and trees around him. The night wind was blowing on his body, and his sweaty back felt cold.

The shadow of the sword dancer appeared again, but this time, it was in the Huangdian.

It is exactly the same as the one I saw last night, holding a long sword, swinging it wantonly, the sword has a deep meaning, and changes for no reason...

This time Fang Yuan didn't rush in to disturb, but quietly watched from outside the hall.

After a long time, about a cup of tea, the shadow of the sword dance gradually faded, and at the end, it was faint, and suddenly the sword retreated, but it turned into a spiritual light, and suddenly, it floated into the Huangdian and disappeared.

Appearing for two consecutive nights, there must be a reason...

Fang Yuan lifted the long sword upside down, and walked into the deserted hall.

Although there was no light in the Desolate Hall, Fang Yuan was already at the second level of Qi training after all. His eyesight was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he could vaguely see the interior layout clearly. It was the same as when he first came.

But in other places, apart from tattered dust curtains and a few rotten futons, there is nothing else at a glance.

Could it be that the statue of the ancestor of Dao saw me practicing swords and wanted to incarnate to give me advice?

Thinking about it, Fang Yuan climbed to the front of the statue, knocked on it, and there was a thumping sound, but he rejected it again in his heart.

The statue is still a statue after all, without spirituality, and this matter is strange...

Thinking in this way, he searched again in the hall, but after searching for a while, he found nothing. At this time, the night outside the hall was dark, and he couldn't see his fingers. The night wind blew, and the grass slanted and the leaves were messed up, like a ghost crying. It was very desolate, but Fang Yuan paid attention to it, but he wanted to find out the truth. There must be a reason for the appearance of that shadow. If you don't find its roots, how can you sleep at night!

Even if you are a ghost, I have to dig your grave...

Fang Yuan thought about it, so he searched inch by inch, and finally found a broken blue brick on the ground on the left side of the statue, which was different from other places. He went back to his room, took an oil lamp, and found a shovel, and dug on the ground. He dug about seven or eight feet deep, but the shovel hit a hard object. Fang Yuan immediately paid attention, took the oil lamp and looked carefully.

But I saw that there was actually a stone tablet buried in the ground, and there seemed to be words on it.

Fang Yuan held his breath, carefully wiped off the soil on the stele, and was slightly taken aback: Wu Que Sword Sutra?

On the stone tablet, there were bloodstains, and the handwriting was sharp, like a sword carving. It was exactly four large characters. Every stroke, every stroke seemed to contain a mysterious power. When the oil lamp approached the stone tablet, the flames suddenly trembled.

This stele must have something to do with the ghost practicing the sword...

From the handwriting, Fang Yuan intuitively felt a sense of familiarity.

When I saw that word, I felt invisible, as if I saw the ghost of the sword practicer from before!

He regained his composure slightly, and then continued to dig with the shovel. After more than half an hour, he finally saw the real chapter. The whole stele of more than ten feet was exposed, and he didn't know who was buried here. There were many small characters engraved on it!

Fang Yuan put down the shovel, read carefully for a while, and gradually widened his eyes.

Advance like soldiers on the battlefield, the long river stops flowing!

The fall is like thunder, and the mountain collapses!

Holding like a lock on the Hengjiang River, a thousand sails can't cross it!

Like ghosts and ghosts, no shadow under the candle!

...

What was engraved on this stone tablet was indeed a sword scripture. After reading it for the first time, he couldn't distinguish the true meaning of this scripture. He could only vaguely feel that what was described in this sword scripture was all about the cultivation of swordsmanship. It was difficult to understand, mysterious and profound!

Now he practiced swords every day, and was obsessed with the sword manual taught to him by Xiaojiao, almost obsessed. Now he suddenly saw a sword scripture, and continued to read it subconsciously, but the more he read it, the more he felt startled, and the more he read it, the more confused he became...

This is indeed a sword scripture, with its profound meaning and brilliant mind, it made Fang Yuan, who had been thinking about how to practice sword every day for more than a month, feel as if he had seen a new world, but even though it was a sword scripture, there were some inconsistencies and paradoxes in it, especially on a large piece of wall.

If you really want to talk about it, although it is called Wu Que, it can only be regarded as an Incomplete Sword Sutra!

The Qingyang Sect is the great sect of the present, with unpredictable immortal arts. Presumably this Wucai Sword Sutra is also one of the Qingyang Sect's kendo methods. It is indeed very righteous. I don't know which senior left it. Since this sutra is incomplete, there must be a complete copy in the Sutra Palace...

Now that Fang Yuan first entered the Immortal Sect, he was very disciplined. Suddenly he saw such a sword scripture. Although he felt itchy, he did not dare to practice casually, because the Qingyang Sect has rules.

But Xiaojiao told him not long ago that martial art is not an exception, so practicing this sword scripture is not a violation of the school rules, and after more than a month of painstaking training, he is really full of questions at this time, and every time he asks Xiaojiali, she refuses to give detailed instructions, which makes Fang Yuan's heart itch even more. Now seeing this sword scripture, it is like a hungry ghost meeting a fat chicken, a bachelor meeting a pretty widow...

It's just a general study to solve my doubts. It should be fine, right?

He thought about it in his heart, so he stopped thinking about it and just looked at it slowly.

There are three volumes of the Wuque Sword Sutra engraved on the stone tablet.

Fang Yuan studied it carefully and found that the first part of the first volume of the Sword Sutra is all about the principles of the way of the sword.

There are no specific sword movements and movements in it, only the interpretation of the principles of handling and controlling the sword.

This kind of sword scripture undoubtedly has some meaning of talking on paper, but for Fang Yuan, what is lacking is not sword moves, but the understanding and guidance of the way of swordsmanship. Therefore, when he suddenly saw the first principle in this sword scripture, it can be said to be enlightened. For a period of time, due to hard practice of sword moves, the accumulated doubts that have been accumulated without half an inch have been solved in an instant...

It can be said that with just a few formulas, his comprehension in the Dao of the sword has been greatly improved.

This kind of feeling is like a blind man suddenly opened his eyes and saw this colorful world.

But in the second half of the first volume, the mind has gradually become mysterious, and the latter part is even more incomprehensible even if you read it directly.

And what Fang Yuan couldn't understand the most was that the words in this Sword Sutra seem to be contradictory. It seems that the person who wrote down these ideas also had many doubts and difficulties, so he simply recorded what he thought in his heart!

If it were someone else, there would be nothing to do about it, unless his comprehension of the way of the sword was higher than that of the person who wrote the Wuque Sword Manual, then it would be possible to sort out a clue from these self-contradictory and chaotic sword scriptures. But Fang Yuan was different. After thinking about it for a day, he finally couldn't help it, and one night, he performed the Skill of Heaven again!

Three thousand avenues are fused into one furnace, and one technique is in mind to enlighten ten thousand methods!

The technique of Tianwei is all-encompassing, and it is the best at deriving the clearest results from the chaos.

Of course, to perform the technique of pushing and repelling, one needs spirit stones.

But Fang Yuan is poor now, although he still has a few spirit stones on him, he is reluctant to use them.

Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, he still decided to save the spirit stone and use up his mind to push it. In the end, he ended up in a terrible end. His head was dizzy, his body seemed to be hollowed out, and he fell asleep for a whole day before waking up.

In the first volume of the Wu Que Sword Manual, a very clear result had already appeared in his heart.

Countless mysterious sword theories are clearly imprinted in his soul!

It turns out that I practiced wrongly before...

After thinking about it secretly, he couldn't help smiling wryly, and wanted to pull Xiaojiali over to beat him up.

This damn girl cheated me so hard...

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