I practice ruthless way

In the past few months, there were only two places where Xiao Man was active on Tingyun Peak, one was the front lawn of the Daoist Hall, and the other was the study room that Shen Juan specifically mentioned, and the rest of the rooms were never disturbed by opening the door.

Shen Jiankong led Xiao Man all the way through the courtyard, up the corridor, to the last room, flicked his sleeves, opened the door and entered.

The room is a bit narrow, but empty, with only one table.

Shen Jiankong picked up one of the two books on the table, turned to Xiao Man and said, "Your master has just told you that the way of ruthlessness is long and difficult."

"I have stepped on this road, but I have not reached the end. I don't know what I will meet in the end. All I can do is to lead you in."

"The ruthless way of cultivating is the heart. There is a trick, or a shortcut, that is to cultivate yourself into a sword and your heart into a sword heart."

He didn't speak fast, but his tone was cold, and he didn't give Xiao Man a chance to be moved, curious, or inquired. After saying this, he passed the book forward, "This is the mental method I used back then."

Xiao Man said "Yes", and took the mind method with both hands. When he saw the three words written on the cover, he was slightly startled, and couldn't help but said: "See Hongchen?"

"Seeing the world of mortals first, forgetting about the world of mortals, and finally being ruthless and superior." Shen Jiankong explained, and asked about others: "Your master uses a saber, and he learned the saber technique himself. There is no one in the world who can be similar to it. Do you want to follow him to learn the way of the sword, or continue to practice swords?"

"I want to continue learning swords." Xiao Man replied without thinking.He hasn't practiced swords for a long time, but after watching the sword for a long time, he can be considered to have some understanding and grasp, there is no need to change it.

Shen Jiankong said "OK", and handed another book to Xiao Man: "This is the sword manual. The peak is suitable for practicing swordsmanship, but what you need to practice now is the heart. Go to the north of the mountainside, there is a where it suits you."

"Thank you uncle for your guidance." Xiao Man saluted him.

Seeing that there were not many empty words, Shen turned around and disappeared.Xiao Man left the room, went back to the long corridor, found a place to hide from the snow and sat down, reviewing his mind and sword skills.

The two are matched, but the sword technique is unknown.

Xiao Man has been practicing the Gushan Introductory Mental Method for half a year. This shows that Hongchen does not violate it, and even the Introductory Basic Introductory Mental Method is its foundation.

Although the mind method is called seeing the world of mortals, it has no sense of mortals when read, and every word is deserted.Xiao Man read it briefly, then got up and went to the mountainside.

There are jagged and strange rocks standing here, there is no vegetation, and it is far away from the stream. Birds have nowhere to live, and animals are unwilling to approach.A thick layer of snow has accumulated on the rocks on the ground, stepping into this place, one can't help but feel a sense of desolation in one's heart.

Xiao Man sighed deeply, sat down among these strange rocks, lowered his eyes, opened the first page of seeing the world of mortals, and adjusted his breathing according to the words on it.

The artistic conception of seeing the world of mortals is extremely cold.It's the world of mortals over there, whether I see it or not, I don't move my heart, and I am a state of my own.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a cup of tea, a stick of incense, maybe an hour, maybe a day and night, or maybe a long time, between the mountains and rivers, it is hard to find the sound of his breathing.

Changfeng Baixue is still there, and he is one with them.

Heaven, earth, mountains and rocks have been around since ancient times, and he is almost the same as them.

But at a certain time, from the long wind and white snow, from the heaven, earth, mountains and rocks, he suddenly left and went away.

Xiao Man opened his eyes and got up, took the sword, and walked out of the first form of the nameless swordsmanship.

Snow fell all over my body, but I couldn't feel it anymore.

Time is passing, or not passing, whether it is fast or slow, whether it is urgent or slow, it makes no difference.

The wind in Gushan blows up and dies down, the snow rustles down, and when spring returns, it melts quietly, but on the mountainside of Tingyun Peak, the snow keeps falling.

Xiao Man has been waving his sword, waving his sword at the chaotic jade and broken jade, waving his sword at the jagged rocks.

There are more and more sword marks, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the vastness comes into view, turning into nothingness.

In this way, he practiced for ten years.

When the last stone was turned into dust and annihilated in the mountain wind, he shook off the snow that had covered him for ten years.The corners of the plain white clothes were blown up by the wind, and the whole body was cold.

In March, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the snowy mountain is full of flowers.The ice on the surface of Luoyue Lake had been frozen for the whole winter and finally melted. Qu Hanxing blasted fish all over the place with sword energy and put them into baskets.

He prepared part for dry roasting, part for steaming and sweet and sour, part for Mo Juntian and Wei Chuyun, and the rest for his master.

For some reason, Yan Wushu has suddenly become obsessed with cooking over the years.

Rong Yuan said, this is probably Master's way of killing boredom.

Ten years have passed, Rong Yuan went to Baihua Peak once, and successfully slayed a monster in the sword test meeting a few months ago, and was accepted by Yan Wushu, and now he is Qu Hanxing's junior.

Qu Hanxing walked towards the Taoist temple on the mountainside with a basket in his hands, just in time to meet Yan Wushu returning from outside.

He was holding a sword in his hand, with a scabbard on it, and he couldn't tell what the blade was like, but the hilt and the bridge were very beautiful, both were pure white with no impurities, reflecting the cold sunlight, making people feel deserted and at ease. Very eye-catching.

"Master, isn't this the sword you drew on the blueprint a few months ago? It was done so quickly?" Qu Hanxing's eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly.

"Shuxing Pavilion invited a new swordsmith, and the speed is much faster than before." Yan Wushu said.

Qu Hanxing hung the basket in the crook of his arm, rubbed his hands together, smiled brightly and earnestly, and said with anticipation in his tone, "Is it... for me?"

Yan Wushu stopped, looked at Qu Hanxing with a slightly surprised look, and asked, "You don't have a sword yet?"

It meant denial, and Qu Hanxing's expression immediately collapsed, looking extremely disappointed: "I'm still using the mid-grade sword given by the sect."

"You're going to go out for a while, remind me to write you a list of materials before you leave. You can find it on the way and send it to Shuxing Pavilion." Yan Wushu patted him on the shoulder and walked into the Taoist hall.

"This is really not for me?" Qu Hanxing still did not give up, and followed Yan Wushu like a tail, "Master, you have so many swords, do you need a new one?"

Rong Yuan quietly appeared beside Qu Hanxing, and said in a low voice, "It's for His Highness."

"Brother Man?" Qu Hanxing was startled, and then sighed, "Master, you treated him very well...but Brother Man is still in Yunfeng for retreat."

Yan Wushu turned to look at him: "I'll be out of customs soon."

"How do you know?" Qu Hanxing's expression was as rich as ever, and he was surprised when he heard this.

Yan Wushu naturally wouldn't answer this kind of question, and it was still Rong Yuan who answered, with a slight hesitation between his words: "Of course it's because Master...can calculate."

When Rong Yuan was Yan Wushu's sword boy, he served Xiao Man with him for several years, so he naturally knew the relationship between the two, but Yan Wushu didn't let him tell Qu Hanxing.

Because Yan Wushu knew that Xiao Man even pushed through the marriage ceremony that he had agreed upon, and he was in seclusion for ten years, and he made it clear that he didn't want to have anything to do with him.If he told Xiao Man's friends about this, when Xiao Man came out, he might come to him with a sword and cut his throat.

According to his understanding, Little Phoenix could really do such a thing.When they met for the first time, it was clear that he was the one who rescued him, but it still caused Xiao Man, who was like a little bean in those days, to beat and kick him.

In these years, the restrictions on Tingyun Peak have been added. Yan Wushu doesn't know whether Shen Juan or Shen Jiankong did it, but the result is the same, he can't detect Xiao Man's state by virtue of that opportunity.

Little Phoenix may still be angry, or maybe his anger has subsided, but he still has to make an apology and coax him back.

Yan Wushu sighed silently, sat in the rocking chair, lowered his eyes and focused his attention, and began to count something.

Stop Yunfeng.

Xiao Man shattered the last mountain rock, and the ten-year snowstorm on the mountainside finally stopped at this moment. Xiao Man took a sword flower and put the sword back into its sheath.

Shen Juan came quietly, stepped into the snow, looked at Xiao Man carefully, and said, "You have delayed the speed of promotion."

Ten years ago, Xiao Man broke through the first level of defense. Shen Juan thought that he would break through several layers in a row and rise to the upper level of Guiyuan in one fell swoop, but he didn't.

Xiao Man bowed to Shen Juan: "Master Hui, for me, there is not much difference between Guiyuan Upper Realm and Guiyuan Middle Realm."

After a pause, he added: "It doesn't matter whether you are promoted or not at this time."

What's important is that the opportunity in his heart is still there, and it hasn't disappeared because he has practiced the mind method of seeing the world of mortals.

His path of ruthlessness is not complete yet.

Xiao Man asked Shen Juan about his doubts, Shen Juan thought for a while, and said: "Because your heart is still not pure."

"I thought it was very quiet. I have never thought about anything in these years." Xiao Man frowned carelessly, unable to think clearly.

Shen Juan looked at Xiao Man, half-sighed, and finally flicked his sleeves, leading him to the south of the mountainside, in a peach blossom forest in full bloom.

The peach blossoms are scorching like fire, and when the wind passes by, it is like a light rain.The two walked side by side slowly, after a long time, Shen Juan said: "I can see that you want to cut off the fate with him, not entirely because of that fate is determined by heaven."

"When you set foot on the ruthless way, the first thought is a kind of obsession, and this may be the root cause."

Xiao Man was speechless for a moment.

The petals fluctuate in the wind, whirling and passing over the corners of the clothes and shoulders, not far away, the stream is gurgling, and the birds are singing, melodious and crisp.

Xiao Man hadn't had such an experience for a long time. If it had been in the past, he would definitely have been moved, but now, he didn't seem to notice it.

If the mind is not pure, the opportunity is not extinguished, the way is not perfect, if so, he is still on that way.

From the beginning of forgetting love, there is no difference in his eyes between spring and autumn, winter and summer.

They walked from one end of the peach blossom grove to the other end, when a tit came to give fruit to Xiao Man, he still took it, but stopped rubbing its head.The chickadee twittered a few times, but failed to get it, and left disappointed.

Looking at this scene, Shen Juan felt extremely complicated.

"Only by dissolving obsession can we truly embark on the ruthless path." Shen Juan said.

Xiao Man looked at him: "How can we resolve it?"

"First see the world of mortals, then forget about the world of mortals; love first, then forget love." Shen Juan smiled, raised his hand and patted the top of Xiao Man's hair, "Little Phoenix, go down the mountain and go to the world."

Xiao Man was reluctant: "What am I going to do in the world?"

Shen Juan raised his eyebrows: "Participate in the Guangling Examination."

"What is the Guangling test?"

"A Dabi, a young practitioner from various sects."

"Master's explanation is really easy to understand." Xiao Man nodded clearly.

"Many people will go to Gushan, but they have not yet agreed on which ones to go to." Shen Juan said, "In another hour, they will discuss at Mingguang Peak, and you will go there on behalf of Tingyun Peak."

"Me?" Xiao Man was taken aback.

Shen Juan took it for granted: "Your uncle and I have never participated in these things. If you don't go, you can't let the monkeys or birds on Dingyun Peak go."

Xiao Man: "..."

Didn't no one go before?But Master ordered, dare not disobey, Xiao Man had no choice but to ask: "What do I need to prepare?"

"Pick a sword with a slightly better grade." Shen Juan smiled again, flicked his sleeves lightly, and brought Xiao Man to the Daoist Hall on the top of the peak.

During the ten years that Xiao Man practiced swords on the mountainside, the layout of the Daoist Hall has undergone some changes. On the east wall, there is an additional weapon rack with knives, swords, guns, and bows, reflecting the sunlight that enters the hall. Teach people to be dazzled for a while.

How could these be "slightly better grades"?No matter which one, put it outside, it is enough to buy a medium-sized sect.

In the final analysis, he is worthy of being Gushan's highest-ranking master.

Shen Juan took down one of the swords and put it into Xiao Man's hands: "It's called Feng Zhi Yu Ji, and it's a fairly standard sword, and it doesn't conflict with the swordsmanship you've practiced."

Xiao Man tried to pull out a sword, shaking his head.

Shen Juan took it back and took off another one: "This one is called Ming Mie Qing Lin..."

"The name of this one is Tiandi Sunset. Hmm...it was made by the same swordsmith as the one that Xiaoyan often uses, and its appearance is quite similar. Forget it, let's ignore it."

"This..."

Shen Juan stuffed the swords into Xiao Man's hands one by one.His original intention was to try them all before making a choice.

But when Xiao Man took hold of the sword that was completely black, with no variegated colors, and no reflection of stars, he made a decision: "I want it."

"Don't try the rest?" Shen Juan asked.

"I won't try." Xiao Man shook his head.

Xiao Man's choice caused a little surprise in Shen Juan's eyes, and immediately turned into a look of nostalgia, took the sword over, turned it lightly, and said: "Its name is also Jian Hongchen, it is the sword that your uncle once used .”