a ruthless swordsman

210.

My father did what he said, settled everything for me, and sent me to his usual practice room.

Usually practicing new exercises can be integrated with the remaining martial arts moves in the body. You can practice Wuqing Jue, which is tantamount to crushing and reshaping the complete skeleton in the body.

It's tough and boring.

I memorized the entire content of Wuqingjue, and practiced it with sword manuals in the practice room day after day.

At first, I was alone and trapped in the room, and I often felt bored. I always wanted to go to the back mountain to pick a newly bloomed peach blossom, or go down the mountain for a stroll.

I don't know how long the third senior brother has been down the mountain, but when I retreated for about one month, my father sent Xie Ling outside again to buy it, and the roots of the ears were completely cleansed.

As time went by, the messy thoughts gradually faded away.

Holding the wooden sword in my hand, I volleyed on the stone wall with sword energy.

It has only been more than a month since I wanted to come to the Arabian Nights, and it is not new.

The Ruthless Jue seems simple, but the Ruthless Sword is quite the opposite.

The moves in the sword manual are cumbersome, and one move can be extended to more than ten moves. If it is said that the ruthless sword sect inherits a word of spirit, the ruthless sword has brought this word to the extreme, and it has become "deceitful".

With my current skill, it is really difficult to control, and my internal strength can't keep up with the moves, so I can only put all my thoughts into practicing the ruthless formula.

The Ruthless Jue keeps one's neck hidden, and the Ruthless Sword reveals its sharpness. They are clearly the most contradictory minds and moves in the world, but they complement each other just right.

Grandfather is also cunning.

Not only did he leave the ruthless formula and sword manual, but he didn't elaborate on the benefits and disadvantages of future practice.

If you want me to say, since you are all practicing on your own ability, if you are worried about disturbing others, it is better to pick some five or six-year-old children to practice.

That's what I thought about myself.

My dad's big palm will definitely come straight to my forehead.

211.

I also finally understood that the difficulty of the Ruthless Art is not limited to returning to the original in the sense of cultivation.

All the exercises I have learned in the past are all aimed at deepening internal strength without exception, while the ruthless formula cultivates the state of mind.

No wonder my father and third senior brother couldn't cultivate.

Plants have no intention, but people are bound by lust.

When my father met my mother when he was 26, his mentality of struggling to break through stopped at the third level.

The third senior brother has his own heart, and he can't let go of distracting thoughts in his mind, so why should he be more diligent.

Hey.

Thinking of this, whose daughter did the third senior brother take a fancy to?

For some reason, when I get sleepy from practice, the extremely fierce face of the third senior brother often appears in my mind.

What I think of are all trivial fragments, such as when he stood under the locust tree and handed me a box of white jade cakes without expression, the sound of pattering rain outside the meditation room of the temple in the suburbs of Beijing... and the dead wood church decorated with red candles grotto.

Thinking about his suffering in practice, how can he resolve it.

I closed my eyes.

It must be difficult to be absolutely free of distracting thoughts. Even a person like me who is not in the mood to love will randomly think of my parents and senior brothers.

The third senior brother stayed in Jianya for four months.

212.

Evening is the time I made an appointment with my father. I have lost my appetite recently, and I am afraid that my father will be worried, so I always bite the bullet and eat the meals he brings.

The stone door opened as usual, but the person standing outside was changed.

"Brother?" I was taken aback.

The third senior brother carried the food box, and the scene from half a year ago reappeared today, but the two of them switched roles that day.

I knew I couldn't believe my father's nonsense, but he actually asked the third senior brother to deliver food to me in order to steal time.

Ba Liao, I should be extremely happy to see Third Senior Brother.

But I don't really want to laugh.

His complexion was not very good-looking, and his tightly clenched knuckles were slightly blue and white.

"You're back," I passed the third senior brother, and closed the stone door with my hand, "What are you doing standing by the door, it's a coincidence, go inside and have dinner with me."

I am used to pulling his arm, and I never set up defenses against him. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed my wrist with a backhand.

"...What is this, brother?"

He lowered his eyebrows, his usual indifferent voice concealed his slight anger: "Why do you want to practice the ruthless formula?"

"Ah?" I couldn't understand why he was angry, and said with pursed lips, "Just...the brothers all have their own reasons. Instead of missing out, I just want to give it a try. If it doesn't work, I won't worry about it."

He was still holding my wrist, his anger obviously dissipated a bit, several unspeakable emotions flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his voice: "Little brother, if it's just out of curiosity, it's not worth learning."

"It's my fault that I didn't tell you clearly about the disadvantages of practicing the Ruthless Art."

I asked in a low voice, "What's the disadvantage?"

The third senior brother consciously lost his composure, let go of the back of his hand and walked behind him, and said slowly: "As I said to you that day, if you have distracting thoughts in your mind, it will not only hinder your cultivation, but you will suffer backlash. It's all normal."

"Even though the heart is as quiet as water, it still hinders the body. First, you don't see joy and anger, and gradually you lose all the emotions that ordinary people should have."

So this is ah.

No wonder I can't laugh.

Hey, but recently my appetite has also weakened a lot, so am I having delusional thoughts, or is my mind at ease?

I don't question the authenticity of the third senior brother's words, but I have some doubts about my own situation. I was stunned for a while, unable to answer his words in time, and murmured: "No... I have no intention of someone, so why do I have distracting thoughts? "

The third senior brother paused for a long time, and asked: "Xiao Chu, you have been practicing Ruthless Art for more than a month, is there any discomfort?"

I told him everything: "It's okay, but I don't want to eat much, and my mood is much calmer than usual. Is this the result of the ruthless formula?"

"Brother," I scratched my nose, "what about you?"

"It's much the same...only in degree."

Alas, that's not what I wanted to ask.

I looked up at him: "Did you go out and find something in your heart when you went out this time?"

"No."

He didn't seem to want to talk about this topic very much, he groped for the mechanism on the stone wall, and walked quickly to the resting room inside the door.

213.

There were mostly bland dishes in the food box, and I became less and less interested, so I barely picked up a few chopsticks and put it down.

The third senior brother sat opposite me, glanced at the filthy fish in my bowl, and lowered his eyelids: "Little junior brother, senior brother has no right to interfere with your decision, I only hope you will think twice and act cautiously."

Such a tactful, unlike his usual temperament.

Perhaps it was because of love in his heart that even his temper softened.

My heart was inexplicably depressed, I tidied up the stone table sullenly, turned my back to him, and said in a low voice, "Brother, if you have nothing to do, you can go back first."

The intention of seeing off the guests was obvious, and a small crack opened on the calm face of the third senior brother, and his slender fingers quietly clenched into fists, tightening and loosening.

The atmosphere was condensed, and I knew I had said hurtful words, but I couldn't show my face to subdue him in front of him.

Is this also caused by the ruthless formula?

The third senior brother backed out without saying a word, and I was the only one left with a feeling of sulking from where I came from, poking small holes in the stone wall one after another.

I felt depressed, so I suffered repeated setbacks in my practice.

Although it is unintentional, there are a lot of distracting thoughts.

I sat on the side of the couch blankly, distracted, couldn't help pushing open the door, intending to apologize to the third senior brother.

Across the door, there was a handsome figure standing outside the door.I was stunned, and said bluntly: "Brother, these two hours... have you been guarding here?"

The third senior brother nodded, his brows and eyes were slightly tired, and he didn't mean to blame him at all.

The emotions that had been silent for nearly two months suddenly turned upside down in my chest, and all my troubled thoughts were wasted at this moment.