Chapter 450 Stop Talking Nonsense and Fill It Up

"You don't want me to use the sword anymore, is it for this reason?"

Li Baihu's question made Fang Yuan's heart sink slightly: "Is it because you are worried that I will walk the path of the evil sword?"

"good!"

Li Baihu looked into Fang Yuan's eyes, was silent for a while, and then said: "Where did you inherit your kendo from? I didn't know before, so I could only guess. I also wondered if you might have something to do with the extreme north demon cultivator. But now that you have disclosed your identity, you are a disciple of the Qingyang Sect in Yunzhou. Then this matter can be sorted out. The name Qingyang Jianchi is not unfamiliar to you, right?"

Hearing the words "Qingyang Sword Crazy", Fang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Naturally, he is no stranger to this name. He has known this name since he got the Wuque Sword Manual, and even knew that this person had escaped into the Demon Sect. At the same time, he naturally thought of the grievance between this person and Xijianchi!

"His kendo, can't you learn it?"

Fang Yuan opened his mouth, his words were a little cold.

"Don't get me wrong, this person is actually a senior I respect very much..."

Li Baihu said leisurely, "I respect him even more than my master!"

Hearing this, Fang Yuan was startled slightly, seeing that Li Baihu wasn't lying, the hostility in his heart receded a little.

"Is he still alive now?"

After a moment of silence, he asked the question.

And this is exactly what he is most concerned about after practicing the Wuque Sword Sutra.

In fact, it’s not just Li Baihu. He has not admired many people in his life, but the patriarch of the Wuque Sword Sutra is definitely one of them, and as his attainments in kendo become deeper and deeper, the more he comprehends the Wuque Sword Sutra, the deeper his admiration will be...

He simply couldn't understand, what kind of person could comprehend such an exquisite way of swordsmanship?

Now that I have the technique of Tianyan, I feel that the way of the sword is extremely mysterious...

"Whether that senior is dead or alive, I don't know. Our records of him in Xijianchi only end after he escaped into the Demon Sect, but one thing is certain, that is, he left a legacy in the Demon Sect..."

Li Baihu was also in a daze, and after a while, he said: "This sword art has been spread among the evil sects since hundreds of years ago, but because of the small number of people, there are not many people who know it. This sword art is very terrifying, powerful, and fast. But the most frightening thing about them is not how strong they are, but because these people eventually turned into evil spirits..."

"Evil?"

Fang Yuan was taken aback, and looked up at Li Baihu: "What do you mean?"

Li Baihu's voice was low, and he said coldly: "To rob people's sword soul and sword bone, to refine one's own sword intent and heart, it is so evil and terrifying, even worse than demons!"

Fang Yuan frowned tightly: "Why?"

Li Baihu said: "Maybe it's just like you, because the sword intent has been stagnant?"

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, looked at Fang Yuan seriously, and said: "I told you before that in this world, people who can cultivate sword hearts within the Golden Core realm, we have four in the Sword Cleansing Pool, but in fact, just a hundred years ago, there were more than a dozen people like this in our Sword Cleansing Pool, but in the past hundred years, they have all fallen one by one..."

It took Fang Yuan a while before hesitating to speak: "They..."

Li Baihu nodded, and said: "Yes, they were all taken away by those evil cultivators and turned into bodies!"

When Fang Yuandang heard this, his back suddenly felt a little chilly.

"It's also because we recognize your swordsmanship that we don't want you to continue using the sword..."

Li Baihu said in a low voice: "Back then in the Tongtian Secret Realm, Junior Brother Li recognized your swordsmanship and walked with that evil sword monk, so he regarded you as an evil cultivator. However, your current swordsmanship is indeed upright. Before you have reached that road, he killed you at that time. It is his fault. After returning to the sword washing pool, he was also imprisoned in the sword prison and punished. But this time when I came out, the master also ordered me to find you , then you have to take a good look at your swordsmanship..."

After he finished speaking, he paused slightly, and said: "Now I have confirmed that your sword inheritance is from the Qingyang Sect. It must be the kendo left by that sword idiot when he was still in the Qingyang Sect. Naturally, it will not belong to the evil cultivator's lineage, but your kendo is also perfect, full of flaws, no regrets, the ultimate meaning, the path of returning the law to nothing, no different from those evil sword cultivators..."

Fang Yuan waved his hand, he didn't need Li Baihu to say anything else.

It's just that in his heart, he felt a little heavy for a while.

Is it true that the Wuque Sword Sutra will definitely reach this level?

If before, Fang Yuan might not even believe in the letter, his Dao heart would not be so easily shaken.

But the most important thing is that Li Baihu's words pointed out the reason why he didn't have a great sword intent so far, but it made Fang Yuan feel a little heavy in his heart. Yes, he has practiced diligently since he got the Wuque Sword Manual, and even deduced the second volume of this sword scripture with the technique of Tianyan. The path he took must be the same, so why hasn't his sword intent made much progress?

Is it really because I didn't go on an evil path?

Could it be that if one wants to cultivate into a master of sword intent, one really has to learn evil cultivation and steal other people's sword souls?

How is this different from the blood demon that steals people's blood in the secret realm?

He didn't know this method before, so he never felt pressured. Although the sword intent didn't improve much, he didn't rush too much, and he didn't have a clue, so he could only wait slowly. But now, Li Baihu suddenly discovered this point, which immediately made him unable to help but think about the possibility of doing this. After thinking about it, Fang Yuan was a little horrified to find that this method...

...maybe it really works!

It was like a sudden inspiration, and instantly felt that the road to the future was much smoother!

But soon Fang Yuan shook his head, expelled this thought from his mind, and cut it clean in an instant.

Fang Yuan didn't want to believe it!

From the time he came into contact with kendo, he has practiced the Wuque Sword Sutra. He knows that this kendo inheritance originated from the former Qingyang Sword Crazy. Every sword in it is upright, clear and clear, with exquisite intentions and profound profoundness.

Such a way of swordsmanship, how can it be said that it will definitely go into evil ways?

Do I have to give up the sword because of this concern?

Fang Yuan leaned on the fence and watched from a distance, slowly drank the wine in the glass, and his thoughts became firmer.

He looked seriously into Li Baihu's eyes, and said, "If you think too much, I will never walk on such an evil path!"

"I believe your attitude at this time..."

Li Baihu paused, nodded, and said: "But those evil sword cultivators may not want to take such a path at the beginning, but the final result is the same. I think you can understand this truth. When you have reached a certain height, you always want to break through him. That is no longer your own will, but your sword is forcing you to break through..."

"At this time..."

Li Baihu turned his head and said softly, "Brother Fang Dao, do you think you still have a choice?"

Fang Yuan understood what he meant, so he just remained silent.

"We have a unified name for these evil cultivators, and we call them sword slaves..."

Li Baihu said: "The reason is very simple. They have lost their heart to control the sword, but they are willing to be slaves to the sword. To a certain extent, this is actually one of the reasons why we Xijianchi don't want to make this matter public. There are too many people in this world who will do anything to gain great power. If we let them know that this kind of sword art exists, I don't know how many sword cultivators will go to the snowfield to find this sword scripture. In their eyes, good and evil are not a problem at all. Under the catastrophe, what is more important than your own strength?"

"Sword slave?"

Fang Yuan thought about these two words, but felt that they were very appropriate.

"It's just that they didn't think about it. Once the evil path has gone up, there is no turning back..."

Li Baihu let out a long sigh, patted Fang Yuan's shoulder and said, "My master once said that this kind of Dao of the Great Perfection and Perfection of the sword itself is not tolerated in the world. There is nothing perfect in the world if you escape one of them. Correspondingly, naturally there will be no perfect sword.

"Because they can never achieve perfection themselves, they will inevitably plunder other people's sword heart, sword intent, and sword soul in the end to make up for their own incompleteness. But what they don't understand is that this false perfection is just an illusion. The more they plunder, the more incomplete they are. They will be like flowers in the ground, moons in the water, and they can't ask for it. They can only continue to rob, and so on, endlessly, until they reach the endless abyss!"

When he said this, Li Baihu slowly put his palm on the wine pot.

A stream of wine flew out of the pot like a sword, poured into Fang Yuan's wine glass with an unspeakable aftertaste!

"Fang Daoyou, drink this cup..."

Li Baihu didn't move, but there was a sword energy faintly wrapped around his body, and his voice was like the sound of a sword.

This glass of wine, like a sword, pierced into Fang Yuan's heart.

Even his voice sounded like a sword at this moment, containing some kind of indescribable sword intent. He slowly opened his mouth to Fang Yuan and said, "Since we have joined forces to slaughter demons, we don't want to fight each other with swords anymore. Fellow Daoist Fang, your spirit passes through people, and your future is boundless. If you don't go on this road, it is a road to the sky, so why bother to go on that road that is destined to be a dead end?"

"Listen to my advice, it's best to abandon the sword..."

Fang Yuan's figure froze, the hand holding the wine glass seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and his wrist seemed to be stiff.

He knew that it was Li Baihu who was throwing his sword at him.

The contest between the two that hadn't started in the Dao War Secret Realm finally came at this time!

Words are swords, momentum is attack!

Li Baihu had already explained the facts clearly. Since he didn't want to go on the wrong path, he seemed to have to listen to his persuasion and drink this glass of wine, which also meant that he really needed to give up the way of swordsmanship from now on...

So is this glass of wine to drink or not to drink?

Fang Yuan seemed to have thought about it for a long time, and it seemed that he had only thought about it for a moment.

Then he suddenly smiled, looked at Li Baihu and said: "I will not go on an evil path, but I will not abandon my sword either!"

Li Baihu's sword energy was stronger, and he said coldly, "Even if it's a dead end?"

"It's not necessarily a dead end!"

Fang Yuan looked at the glass of wine with a calm expression, and said, "It's not like I haven't encountered a similar situation before. It turns out that it's not a dead end, and it doesn't have to be an evil path. It's just because there are still some things that others haven't thought of. So I will go on this path. Even if the senior didn't walk this path himself, I will try to walk this path..."

Li Baihu couldn't help but frowned: "There are fifty great ways, let's go to one, there can be no real consummation in this world..."

"That's right, there are fifty major avenues, let's go to one of them..."

Fang Yuan replied slowly: "So, if there is no real perfection in this world, who can guarantee that there will be real incompleteness?"

After saying this, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

The sword energy around Li Baihu dissipated, and his eyes became very strange.

After a while, he poured the wine as Fang Yuan said, and said: "Your way of swordsmanship may not be successful..."

"But I won this sword fight after all, didn't I?"

Fang Yuan smiled, put the wine glass heavily on the railing, and said proudly: "Stop talking nonsense, fill it up!"