Chapter 2065: Wuji Sword Dao, Dripping Water Wears Away Stone (1/86)

People’s hearts are sinister and hard to guard against. After being tricked twice, Wang Muyu has completely given up resistance.

The inner world of adults is too complicated. Can’t there be less tricks…

Although he was tricked into becoming a disciple by Yi Jianchuan, in fact, it was mainly because the Sword Saint in front of him was not as bad as he imagined.

They met for the first time today. They had known each other for less than two hours in total. Only from this person, Wang Muyu could feel a trace of tranquility, a kind of tranquility that put aside everything and without any clutter.

It was not until this time that Wang Muyu finally understood why Wang Ling arranged for him to be in such a realm and his combat power was not as good as his master.

What Wang Ling wanted him to cultivate was not realm or combat power, but state of mind.

For cultivators, it is equally important to hone their state of mind. Having a stable and positive state of mind is even more beneficial than going to those dangerous secret realms and constantly participating in battles.

Killing monsters to level up is certainly a way, but if you don't think about it, your realm will rise, but what you have trained is just muscle memory. Once you encounter a bottleneck, if your state of mind is not enough, you will not be able to break through smoothly.

This is one of the reasons why many cultivators stop at the Nascent Soul stage. From the Nascent Soul to the God of Transformation, how to comprehend the true meaning of the God of Transformation is a hurdle.

And from the God of Transformation to the Sanxian, and then from the Sanxian to the True Immortal, and then from the True Immortal to a higher realm... The higher the realm, the more you often face the test of your state of mind in the end.

Thinking of this, Wang Muyu couldn't help but feel happy.

It seems that Wang Ling still cares about him.

Because his situation is very special. After all, he has obtained a terrible realm and combat power that does not belong to his age by relying on the natural blood gene power. If he does not temper his state of mind at this time, once he becomes a demon in the future, the collapse of his mind will directly make his realm fall and become a useless person.

"What is the little guy thinking about? He is laughing so happily." Yi Jianchuan's voice was kind. He thought Wang Muyu was a very calm child and would not be happy because he accepted him as a disciple. As a result, he couldn't help feeling happy when he saw the little guy suddenly laughing.

Sure enough, he was still a child, the most honest and innocent existence...

"No... nothing, just a little happy." Wang Muyu bowed, and then pretended to kneel down on the bamboo raft: "Meet the master."

He had a high emotional intelligence and did not reveal his inner thoughts at all. This bow also confirmed the fate of the master and disciple.

Yi Jianchuan was even happier. Since he was named the Sword Saint, he has been looking for a genius who can inherit his mantle. He didn't expect that it was not until now that he got such a talented and top-notch disciple recommended by Diulei Zhenjun.

This time, he really owed Diulei Zhenjun and Zhan Zong a huge favor!

Yi Jianchuan looked up at the sky and sighed with some emotion in his heart.

Then, he bent down and helped Wang Muyu up: "Get up quickly, my good disciple!"

This voice made Wang Muyu's skin crawl: "Teacher, I'm still a little uncomfortable... Or you can call me Muyu like Zhenjun."

"Muyu?"

Yi Jianchuan muttered it for a while, and soon realized that this was the homonym of "Muyu", and laughed immediately: "It's interesting. Compared with children of the same age, your expression has a bit of the old-fashioned Muyu flavor. But I always feel that you are imitating someone, not the real you."

It must be said that these words directly exposed Wang Muyu.

Indeed, he didn't like to show his expression, which was to imitate Wang Ling, because it was cool.

But sometimes when he thought of happy things, he couldn't help showing his true appearance.

"Muyu, remember. To cultivate Taoism, you have to walk your own way. You don't have to imitate anyone, nor do you have to imitate me. In the end, you have to walk your own way."

Yi Jianchuan said earnestly.

This was the first lesson after he officially accepted Wang Muyu as his personal disciple.

It was a simple sentence, but it was like a revelation, making Wang Muyu's pupils shrink.

"Come, I will teach you the sword art I developed."

On the bamboo raft, Yi Jianchuan stood with his hands behind his back, and his feet floated up on the sword energy wave.

"But teacher, aren't you saying that I should go my own way?"

"The master leads the way and the practice is up to the individual. What I just said is the way of practice, the great way. The sword art is just one of its branches. If you want to further subdivide it, countless different methods can be derived from the sword art. Although the world calls me a sword saint, it is ultimately just an empty name."

Yi Jianchuan said: "A true master will always keep the heart of an apprentice."

"I understand, teacher." Wang Muyu nodded.

He still knew some of the sword saint's sword art. Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, the Wuji sword art was indeed unique in the world.

This was originally the sword art passed down to him by his master, the Sword Immortal Fan Rui, but it was Yi Jianchuan who really promoted the Wuji Sword Art.

And Wang Muyu knew very well that although the Wuji Sword Art was also below the Heavenly Dao, it was the rare one among all the Heavenly Dao sword arts, and the probability of being able to comprehend it directly by oneself was very low...

This also means that if the Sword Saint can take the Wuji Sword Art one step further, and take another step, and peek into the Heavenly Dao of Sword Art from the Wuji Sword Art, then his Heavenly Dao of Sword Art will also be stronger than that of other sword art practitioners.

Without saying much, in the next breath, Yi Yi Jianchuan directly began to show Wang Muyu his Wuji Sword Dao.

In an instant, the whole world was in turmoil and began to change color. The strength of the True Fairyland could already cause weather changes within a giant city. The clouds in the sky were cut apart, like the layers of earthquake clouds, leaving thousands of tracks in the air.

At this moment, even the sky was clean. There was no trace of dust in the deep blue sky, as if it could directly suck people in and indulge in it.

According to legend, Wuji Sword Dao is a method constructed by all the qi in the world. It is based on sword qi and can absorb other different qi to condense and eventually transform into its own power.

Wang Muyu also knew that the Sword Saint had a realm-level magic weapon hilt, which could release the "Qi Yue Victory Sword" with his own Wuji Sword Dao.

However, now it seems that he found that Yi Jianchuan seemed to have improved in this way. Now the Wuji Sword Dao he performed was almost not playful, but a real serious teaching. The shocking feeling of the celestial phenomena made Wang Muyu feel that he was teaching seriously.

Buzz!

On the calm lake, a drop of water separated from it, floated up, and then slowly fell on the fingertips of Yi Jianchuan like a petal.

Wang Muyu saw that he was injecting his gathered energy into this small drop of water.

"Wuji Sword Dao, dripping water wears away the stone..."

After a moment, he flicked his fingertips, and a drop of water shot directly from his fingertips and went towards the 200-meter sluice in front.

Wang Muyu thought that the entire sluice would be directly destroyed, but he found that from a distance, the huge sluice was still intact and did not move at all.

Was it a mistake?

Hmm? No...

Soon, Wang Muyu found something strange.

Because he saw that there was a small hole with light on the thick water gate!

This was directly penetrated by the water droplet of the sword saint!

He was at the peak of the ninth level of the True Immortal level. He could destroy a city if he really fought, let alone such a water gate?

This finger looked ordinary, but in fact, he had an extremely high grasp of the precision of the sword. He only used a water droplet to penetrate the thick water gate, and only left a bullet hole with the same diameter as the water droplet.

This is not something that can be done by just having a realm and combat power.

The more precise the operation, the higher the requirements for the state of mind.

"Muyu, now, you try it." After the demonstration, Yi Jianchuan looked at Wang Muyu with a kind face and said patiently.

"Me?" Wang Muyu couldn't believe it.

"I want to see how much you have understood."

"But teacher, you have already punched a hole. Is it really okay to destroy public property..."

"It's okay. I will fix it myself later."

He laughed: "Come on, Mu Yu, let me see your understanding. It doesn't matter if you punch a hole. The teacher will be responsible."

Wang Muyu: "..."