The Supreme Being

Changsun Jing was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. He drew out his long knife and slashed at the big tree in the yard. The knife was fierce and full of fierce and bloody aura. At first glance, it was a knife technique that he had learned through bloody battles.

He struck one blow after another, and it seemed that a battlefield with constant cries of killing was created in just a few seconds, filled with blood and thick with dust.

Taoist Hu's eyes glazed over as he sighed, why do he keep encountering such monsters recently? Xiao Meng's strength has "jumped up" faster than he imagined, and he has become accustomed to being shocked, and Changsun Jing is not even old. Da, it seems that he has only been practicing martial arts for a few years. How come his true energy is pure and his sword skills have become a phenomenon of his own?

No wonder he boasts about his talent with swordsmanship...

Meng Qi nodded lightly, his sword skills were not bad, although without the guidance of a master and lack of advanced sword practice, there were many flaws and flaws, but the moves were powerful and powerful when combined with the momentum.

Suddenly, Changsun Jing's sword flicked, from hard to soft, and he lifted it gently, like the most special Confucian commander among all the armies.

Yes, he also knows how to balance strength and softness... Meng Qi secretly praised him again.

Changsun Jing finished practicing his sword skills and sheathed his sword. He seemed calm, but he couldn't help but glance at Meng Qi and said, "Please give me some advice from Master Meng."

"This sword is held back one point." Meng Qi swung the evil calamity with the sheathed sword. The same fierce bloody killing, the same ferocity and ferocity, but because of the move and strength, it was held back a little, and it felt thicker, as if Thousands of troops and horses came in a steady stream, wave after wave, and it was difficult to resist. Changsun Jing, who was watching, almost felt like his breath was stagnant.

Meng Qi repeatedly talked and practiced, and pointed out twenty-seven points in Changsun Jing's sword technique that needed to be modified. Some of these were omissions caused by the weak foundation of the sword technique, and some were problems revealed by the broken sword technique.

Changsun Jing's eyes were bright when he saw it, and he thought about it for a long time. After a long time, he handed over his hands and said, "Thank you, Master Meng, for your advice. It turns out that my blood-killing sword technique can be so powerful!"

"You have a good talent in swordsmanship, but you have lost the foundation. Although you have no restraints, you can imagine that your swordsmanship will not be rigid and conservative, but the foundation and the omission of details are indispensable." Meng Qi gave guidance with the attitude of a senior expert. , still concise and to the point.

Changsun Jing said thoughtfully: "I once looked for entry-level sword manuals, but found that none of them are as strong as my blood-killing sword skills..."

Meng Qi inserted the long sword back into his waist and said coldly and indifferently: "Knivesmanship and swordsmanship are sometimes the same as Go. Go has fixed styles, and swordsmanship and swordsmanship have moves. Often, I can guess it with one slash of your sword. What is your next change? Be prepared in advance. People at this stage are mainly memorized and can probably handle common moves. When they get further, they can freely combine moves with many changes and guess the opponent's moves to win. the goal of."

"No matter what the moves are, they are all composed of the most basic chopping, slashing, swinging and other movements. They have been refined for thousands of times. What taboos and advantages they have are clearly visible in the introductory sword manual."

"You lacked the rules of entry, didn't know the taboos, and repeated the path of denial and refinement by the ancestors. The moves you created appear to have many omissions. In the eyes of an expert, such a sword technique is full of flaws and can be broken easily."

"No wonder my sword skills have reached a bottleneck recently and I feel like I can't improve..." Changsun Jing suddenly said.

Meng Qi put his hands behind his back and looked at the big tree with dead leaves falling: "When the changes in the moves are clear in your mind, you will explore the few unchanging laws contained in the ever-changing changes. From complex to simple, the more unchanging laws you master. , only then can one be able to perform changes with ease, throw away unnecessary constraints, and try his best to change things, from simplicity to complexity.”

"These two aspects complement each other and cannot be neglected. If you don't have the understanding of switching from simplicity to simplicity, how can you get to a higher level of 'traveling into complexity'? And if you don't have a greater understanding of swordsmanship and swordsmanship after switching from simplicity to simplicity, what can you do with it?" What could 'simplify' more deeply?"

Changsun Jing listened very attentively. This was the first time someone told him this important principle. Taoist Hu also became attentive. He felt that Meng Qi had summarized all his years of thinking in just a few words. , and the following words seemed to clear away a layer of fog in front of his eyes, giving him a new perspective and view on swordsmanship moves.

"Master Meng, from complex to simple, and from simple to complex, what level will each reach?" Changsun Jing asked curiously.

Meng Qi suppressed his graceful smile and said with a cold expression: "Use the blood-killing knife technique again."

Changsun Jing pulled out his long knife in confusion and struck it down hard again.

"Stab your right wrist." Meng Qi spoke faster.

When Changsun Jing heard this, his sword technique changed from hard to soft, and the downward slash turned into a slanting arc.

"Go ahead." Meng Qi spat out two simple words.

Changsun Jing was stunned for a moment, and the real scene of the fight seemed to appear in his mind. The opponent's sword was raised high in front and low in back, just in time to avoid his own long knife, threatening his chest and abdomen.

He dodged sideways and slashed horizontally with his sword, full of the cruelty of death.

"Cut off the left leg." Meng Qi said three words this time.

Changsun Jing's face changed slightly. If the opponent slashed his left leg with a long sword, he would be able to hit him before his own sword was launched, and he would also avoid the danger of dying together.

He thought for a moment and changed his tactics again.

Just like that, while he was using his sword skills, Meng Qi was using his mouth instead of a sword to point at the flaws, while Taoist Hu, Batu and Ruan Yushu watched quietly.

Gradually, Changsun Jing thought for longer and longer, and every gap between the swords required several breaths. In actual combat, he would have been knocked to the ground long ago, but Meng Qi was just demonstrating and did not rush him.

After a while, Changsun Jing sighed and took back his sword: "Master Meng, I lost."

His forehead was covered with sweat, his energy was listless, and he was even more tired than if he had actually fought with someone.

He was full of longing and hope and said: "It turns out that this is the realm from complexity to simplicity. I feel that in your eyes, my sword skills have been reduced to the simplest combination of changes. There is no secret at all. Even my next step You can tell what moves he uses."

"After changing from simple to traditional, there are constant changes, and it is difficult to distinguish the flaws and traps. Facing this kind of swordsmanship, you will feel like you are trapped in a heaven and earth net, and you can't escape no matter what. As for who is stronger in simple and traditional, it depends on who has deeper skills. The realm is higher.”

Meng Qi stopped talking about the issue of going from complex to simple, and instead said, "If you encounter an enemy who knows the changes in their moves, they can use moves that completely violate the few unchanging laws of swordsmanship and swordsmanship. In their eyes, this is It goes against common sense, but it also means they can't predict your next move. This is the so-called 'no trick'."

As long as the sword is still being drawn, no matter what, there is still a move, not no move in the absolute sense.

"No move..." Changsun Jing and Taoist Hu both listened thoughtfully.

"If you want to be 'no move', you must initially master a few immutable rules contained in moves. Otherwise, if you mess around at will, you will really be like a child dancing. The enemy will not be confused at all, and he can knock you down with one move. And it’s easy to unconsciously create unchanging patterns that can still be seen through and guessed by others." Meng Qi walked to the big tree, his tone was cold, his back was dark.

"What about after there is no move?" Changsun Jing asked boldly.

Meng Qi didn't think too clearly. He used this to organize his thoughts and said slowly: "Return to 'Youzhao' and completely grasp the unchanging laws and essences in the ever-changing world. It's wonderful to pick them up at your fingertips." The peak moves may be simple, clumsy, complex, and engaging, or they may be "no move" and unexpected. In the eyes of such masters, the definition of "no move" is lost again, and the moves are only divided into applicable and not applicable."

"What happens next?" Changsun Jing was fascinated.

"After that?" Meng Qi's voice became emotional, "The sword in the heart. Whether you have a sword or forget the sword, after all, you will temper your soul, interact with your own sword, and interact with the nature of heaven and earth. The moves will truly begin to get closer to the essence and get closer to the nature. The world is mysterious, but in the end, we have to go back to the nature of the sword and those questions: What is a sword? Why is it a sword? What is its place in one's own life and martial arts, and the laws and principles of its operation in the world. What does time mean? Different people have different answers. This is the beginning of one's own swordsmanship."

"After stepping out, the inner and outer heaven and earth meet, and the long sword meets nature. Once the sword is released, it contains the inner meaning of the law. It can cut the clouds from above, split the underworld from below, the mountains cannot stop it, and the sea cannot cover it!"

Although the half-step of the exterior scene is more difficult than the exterior scene, after all, opening the gateway of life and death and building the bridge between heaven and earth are closely related to the mysterious and dangerous ancestral orifice between the eyebrows. If you are not careful, you will become an idiot or die directly. It also has certain requirements on your own character and understanding. , but the location is not difficult.

It has requirements for one's own character, which are related to one's understanding of the nature of heaven and earth. If there are good skills and good resources, the requirements for character and understanding are relatively low. But if you are like a warrior in this world, you have neither opened the Ajjin Ancestor. The method of understanding the secrets can only be an edge-of-the-road approach like the Dafa of Apparition, and there is no detailed method of connecting the inner and outer heaven and earth. To succeed, the state of mind and natural perception must reach a very high level, which is almost equivalent to the state of a real outdoor scene. This Only then can the entrance be broken through, the inside and outside meet, and step from the nine orifices into the exterior scene.

Therefore, the Sword Emperor's spiritual and spiritual realm are obviously higher than his physical realm and actual combat power.

Changsun Jing, Batu and Taoist Hu all listened leisurely and fascinated. Regardless of whether it was true or false, Xiao Meng, a great master, at least described a bright and grand picture to himself and others, a picture that made sense!

"After that, we may have to repeat this process again: moves that follow the laws of heaven and earth, 'no moves' that violate the laws, and free movements that are truly mastered..." Meng Qi thought freely, but he actually didn't know much about the location. .

"You don't need to think too much about the rest. I just said it casually. Do you understand what I said before?" Meng Qi turned around and asked calmly.

The eldest grandson Jingzhuang saluted solemnly: "I will study the entry-level sword manual again, Master Meng. Your words have helped me clear the clouds and see the sun. I have benefited a lot. In the future, no matter what your instructions are, I will not dare to disobey them."

He was born a beggar, which was a rare courtesy.

"When your sword skills reach a certain level, I will spar with you again." Meng Qi thought amusingly, hoping that by then he would also have mastered the essence of the Heavenly Sword.

Meng Qi gained a lot from the Sword Emperor's advice, so he came up with the idea of ​​giving advice to his eldest son, Jing Yier.

Since the incident just now was quite big, Meng Qi believed that the Imperial Master, the Sword Emperor, the Demon Queen, etc. had all noticed this. With each other in check, Meng Qi believed that nothing would happen tonight.

This is also Lu Guan's judgment, so he can rest assured that they will discuss it after meeting with the right minister tomorrow.

After returning to his own yard and entering the living room, Meng Qi finally no longer had to pretend to be cold-faced. He stretched out, rubbed his face, and said to Ruan Yushu: "I have been thinking about what excuse I can use to see the third prince tomorrow. Don’t worry now, I will visit the four princes one by one tomorrow to see how they are and their attitude towards Xilu.”

"Yes." Ruan Yushu hugged the guqin and walked to his wing.

Meng Qi was quite confused: "What's your excuse for not being curious?"

"I'm not going anyway." Ruan Yushu left a light word.

"Haha..." Meng Qi said with a smile.