Chapter 1782 Return

"Is this... Sword Thought?"

In the Jinxing scene, suddenly a lot of shocking comments were made.

With two fingers, he could cut apart a hundred-foot-high ghost, tear apart the power of the god of death, and shoot straight through the sky. What else could this be besides the thought of a sword?

"Is this carriage master still an ancient sword cultivator? He can't use the power left by the elders in the clan, right?"

"How can there be a big family of ancient sword cultivators? There is only one Feng family in the Southern Region. Does Feng Tingchen, the last Seven Sword Immortal, know how to read swords?"

"No! Young Master, Jian Nian, brothers, this reminds me of a person..."

"It's not Jian Nian. The manifestation of Jian Nian is similar to a silver sword energy. It's Qi. How can it be a viscous liquid thing like his?"

"Why is everyone so picky? Master Shou hasn't been seen for half a year. When you meet a young master, you think he is Master Shou?"

"Doesn't anyone feel the same way as me? Why does this young master's ten-level sword finger feel stronger than Master Shou's?"

"Shut up!"

"You understand!"

"If you don't understand, go and watch Feng Zhongzui. Feng Zhongzui is now even more developed than Master Shou."

"It's so scolding! After being drunk in the wind, no one dares to comment now..."

Jinxing's comments exploded again when the word "Shouye" appeared. More people joined in the quarrel, and the popularity grew higher and higher.

The matchmaker paid no attention.

She couldn't recover from the shock of what she saw.

Because he is closer to the battlefield than anyone else, he can see it more clearly than anyone else...

That was not the action of an elder in the clan, but the hand of Young Master Carriage, which shattered the white-faced ghost's dream of revenge after liberating his true body.

"Ten-segment sword fingers..."

"No, the point is not the ten sword fingers..."

The matchmaker knows that there are too many people in this world who have cultivated fake ten-level sword fingers in order to imitate the Eighth Sword Immortal.

But the "name" in front of the carriage master's ten-level sword is the key point!

"Name? What is it again?"

"Is it the kind of 'name' that ancient sword cultivators cultivate?"

"But isn't this kind of 'name' an illusory thing? How can it be embodied by others?"

The matchmaker doesn't understand swords, but like most people, she has an in-depth understanding of ancient sword cultivation because of Master Shou.

And she has more resources and can understand more deeply.

She was not qualified to attend Feng Tingchen's class in the Southern Territory Feng family. She had visited Feng Tingchen's good friend Yanglaoyangxizhi several times.

According to Yang Lao, in addition to the nine swordsmanships, what the Five Domains Ancient Sword Cultivation Institute focuses on studying today is an additional "name".

"There are three people who practice fame in this world: Ba, Xiao, and Xu."

"You may not see the eight acquaintances and Xiao Kongtong."

"But Master Shou must have seen a lot. After all, he was once a key target of preaching Jing Mu Jing."

The matchmaker still remembers the last "name" Yang Lao took the initiative to mention after having an in-depth understanding of Gu Jianxiu's swordsmanship, sword style, and kendo.

That is the latest conclusion that he and his friends Feng Tingchen, Mei Siren, Guyu, Yu Tu, etc. have discussed in the past or recently:

"Name means fame first."

"Fame nourishes all things, but the process is slow. It often takes ten thousand or one hundred thousand years to nourish a famous sword."

"The Eight Masters created the 'Sword Observation Technique', turning the void into reality, embodying the 'name' of the void, and the 'thought' of the essence, that is, sword thought - he speeded up this process."

The example Yang Lao gave was too far away and no one could understand it at the time, so he changed the subject:

"Take Mr. Shou as an example. Even if he becomes the number one sword immortal, his name nourishes Zangku. Even if Zangku undergoes a second refinement and transforms into a first-class sword... there is still a gap between him and the famous sword."

"Everyone can see how sharp the sword is: it is comparable to the power of the ancestors!"

"Then, since it is impossible for an ordinary first-grade spiritual sword to withstand a blow from the power of its ancestral origin, how can it receive the 'nourishment' of the sword thought embodied in the sword-watching technique?"

"Nourishment is meant to harm, but it has an additional layer of 'breaking and then standing' that is similar to thunder. If it is not 'nourished' step by step from shallow to deep, an ordinary first-grade spiritual sword will be afraid at the beginning of observing the sword. scrapped."

Speaking of this, Matchmaker still remembered that Mr. Yang sincerely admired Master Shou and his sword:

"Shouye has been practicing meditation since he was young, and Zangku has been nourished by swordsmanship since he was young, and the two grew together."

"Now that Master Shou has become the number one sword immortal, Zangku has already received the nourishment of the strongest name. Although it is not among the twenty-one famous swords, it has already become a famous sword."

A young female ancient sword cultivator asked: "So, what's above the famous sword, or what's above the 'Sword Mind'?"

This to-the-point question obviously aroused Mr. Yang's strong interest. When he asked, the woman said softly:

"The son of Kuilei Han once said that the first generation of the God of Punishment and Punishment Tribulation had a total of six changes."

"I think thirty years have passed. If the Eight Masters, who are also members of the Tenth Seat, still stay on the basis of the second-generation Sheshen Nian, which is the 'Sword Mind', he is not worthy of being called the Eighth Sword Immortal." ”

It is true that sword reading has stumped thousands of ancient sword cultivators.

Indeed, compared to the Eight Masters, this is just a foundation, and it is another matter for other ancient sword cultivators.

Yang Lao pondered this question for a long time, but still couldn't give an answer, so he pretended to be someone else's words and said:

"Perhaps Mei Si has an answer to your question. I once heard him say something like this..."

"The sword is the extension of the hand; skills are the externalization of gong; mind is the embodiment of the name. The Tao is all like this, and these three are all 'borrowing the Tao'."

"Everything you borrow must be returned. Then when you become proficient in skills and no longer need 'tools', your fingers can also become swords, and your skills merge with ancient martial arts."

He stopped talking here, and everyone who was listening to the class asked in unison: "What about thoughts and names?"

Old Yang shook his head, perhaps imitating Mr. Siren's tone, and said slowly:

"Thoughts are thoughts of refining spirits, not thoughts of ancient sword cultivators. The Eight Masters just used it once to extract the 'name'."

"Naturally, thoughts and names are different."

"So, when putting thoughts aside and restoring names, what ancient sword cultivators need to do may not be to think about the fusion of thoughts and names, but to try and return to the original state."

The only one who could keep up with the rhythm at the scene seemed to be the woman who asked the question. She asked again: "What is the meaning of returning to the original state?"

Old Yang smiled and said: "Seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, and seeing a mountain is still a mountain."

Hongniang was confused at the time.

After all, she was the only non-ancient sword cultivator present, but she took the master class, but the power of the spirit crystal was invincible.

After the class, she couldn't bribe Old Yang to give her a private class, so she bribed the woman who asked very profound questions.

The woman said: "If the name is different, then the concept of 'above the sword's mind' may be fundamentally wrong, it should be 'above the name'."

Above the name... Hongniang felt a chill, as if she was listening to a heavenly book. The woman who seemed younger than her chuckled and said:

"The acquired spirit is the spirit energy, the innate to the void is the spirit essence, and above the semi-saint, the saint power can be created."

"If you still don't understand, you can compare it with the three states of power, gas, liquid and solid."

"Similarly, if the name has three stages, the first stage of the name is Sword thoughts, when sent out in the form of sword energy, are named as ‘water’. ”

“This ‘water’ is not that ‘water’, it is just a description of the depth of a power level. Hey, it seems that you are more difficult to understand…”

Hongniang only heard the general idea, and did not understand the principle at all. She took out the golden apricot just to make friends, and bumped into the woman:

“Sister, can you leave your name?”

The woman’s eyebrows were like waves, her voice was as pleasant as wind chimes, and she smiled sweetly and said:

“August.”

…

Bang!

The Xianggui carriage fell heavily from its tilted state, and it was considered to have returned to stability. The horses in front made a long hissing sound, as if they were quite frightened.

Hongniang was even more frightened!

Name·Ten-segment sword finger retracted.

The “water” that penetrated the sword of the god of death and the white-faced evil ghost did not disappear, but remained in the void.

At a glance, the clear and entangled “water” seemed to have sword light and Taoist patterns outlined inside.

Looking closely, "water" is water. It is not a sword thought, nor is it anything else. It is just the presentation of "essence".

But what essence of power does the ancient sword cultivator have that can break the power of the ancestral source? It is only "thought" and "name"!

"The essence of sword thought...name..."

"Sword thought and sword energy...liquefy into water..."

At that time, there was no demonstration of what Old Yang said.

After all, it was all talk on paper. Even if he said it very well, even the lecturer did not cultivate the most basic sword thought.

And now, if we add the words of the past... Hongniang's beautiful eyes are wide open!

She can't remember the principle of name or something.

At this moment, she can only think of Old Yang's first sentence: "There are three people who cultivate names in the world, Eight, Xiao, and Xu."

Could the person in the car be the Eight Zun An?

Impossible, the Eighth Sword Immortal spreads sword thoughts to kill ghosts in the Zhongyuan Realm. This trip is just to see him, but I haven't seen him yet!

Then, could he be Xiao Kongtong?

This is the Central Region, Senior Brother Xiao will not come here, and he is not the image of such a sick young man. I heard that he has a big mouth?

"Could he be Shou Ye?"

Thinking of this, Hong Niang's delicate body trembled.

It was not until this moment that she vaguely remembered.

When Shou Ye first appeared in the Central Region, he seemed to have used the name "Xu Gusheng". Was he also a sick young man?

Even if I remembered it wrong...

One person can have thousands of children!

The person in the car can be anyone, and there is a certain probability that he is the incarnation of Shou Ye, just to tease the world!

"Swish."

Thinking of this, Hong Niang's eyes instantly turned red, and she glanced at the number of people in the upper right corner of Jin Xing's screen: 1.8 million.

This is very fierce.

This is the highest in her life.

Feng Zhongzui preached, and only 7 or 8 million people - he is the Emperor Zhongzui!

But now, if it was really Master Shou who appeared in her golden apricot picture... Hongniang's chest rose and fell, her breathing accelerated, and she felt that she was going to faint with happiness.

Seven or eight million?

It can also be seven or eight million if you repeat what others say!

Master Shou himself drove the carriage. As long as he took this opportunity, the descendants of Uncle Jin and Old Fu could arrange for them to live for a hundred generations!

"Swish..."

On the Xianggui carriage, the power of the god of death finally collapsed and disappeared into smoke.

The hundred-foot evil ghost that was pierced by the power of a finger just now was still locked in the void, trembling silently.

In its eyes as big as the moon disk, there was only fear, helplessness, and horror.

"Sir, the sword girl is back."

In front of the carriage, Old Man Li was familiar with it and took back the sword-carrying chicken that fell from the sky and handed it into the carriage.

The young man in the carriage laughed contemptuously, and then came out:

"I thought that the power of the god of death that has been accumulated for so long could be so amazing."

"Not to mention being comparable to Ai Cangsheng, at least it must be much stronger than the brothers who died before you, right?"

"Tsk, no."

Hongniang's heart trembled when she heard the voice.

Ai Cangsheng...

He mentioned Ai Cangsheng again...

Still mentioned in such a calm tone, as if just saying an insignificant name...

Hongniang held Jin Xing tightly, just thankful that she was not hit by the white-faced ghost's sword just now, and Jin Xing did not trigger the defense mechanism and explode and shatter.

"Who is this kid?"

"Yes, how dare he blaspheme the Great Emperor Cangsheng again and again?"

"Don't let me find him, otherwise I will destroy his entire Taixu family, and even the elders of his clan can't protect him!"

The forehead was still cursing, and the anger of the spectators could not be stopped. Hongniang just stared at the front.

In front, with a pause in the voice, the curtain of the carriage moved, and a hand lifted the curtain and reached out. Is the young master coming out?

In the Golden Apricot screen, the voices of scolding and rebuking also slowed down a bit, and everyone watched and heard the voice of the young master:

"I have cultivated my reputation for half a year, and finally I have gained something."

"However, after searching all over the ghost and Buddha world, I can only find a beast like you who is close to the saint level, and can learn one or two of my famous swordsmanship."

"But, your power of death is too shallow, you have to let your master come..."

The curtain was finally lifted.

Old man Li jumped off the carriage early and set up a golden ladder made of osmanthus wood in front.

A figure quickly stepped out of the carriage, wearing white clothes and black robes, with pearls and jade on his waist, tall and handsome.

When he got out of the carriage, he bent over, holding the hem of his robe with one hand and stroking his hair with the other hand, revealing only a side face.

But it was this clear-cut side face, this side face that appeared countless times in the preaching mirror at that time...

Nearly two million people in the Golden Apricot screen completely stopped making noise.

When he walked out of the carriage, turned around, faced Jin Xing from afar, and calmly walked down the golden ladder of osmanthus wood.

The scene of Jin Xing was completely boiling!

"Shou Ye?"

"What's going on? Am I dazzled? Shou Ye?"

"No, this brother looks a bit like Shou Ye..."

In a flash, Hong Niang's eyes were directly flooded with dense comments, and she didn't even have a little vision.

This has never happened in the past preaching process, but it's too scary. What if it happens in wartime...

Hong Niang didn't even think about it and chose to turn off the comment visualization.

And when she was worried, her eyes focused on the young man who came down from the car again, and identified his identity.

"Ah——"

Hong Niang made a sharp explosion, "He he, he he he..."

She said "he" for a long time, her tongue seemed to be knotted, and she couldn't even shout out the second half of the sentence.

But as a preacher, can't she even say a word?

Hongniang pinched the soft flesh at the root of her thigh and twisted it hard, letting out all her emotions:

"Shou Ye?!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Hongniang's heart beat too fast.

Nearly two million people were watching, so you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything you want!

This is "Shou Ye". With his popularity, if I say something wrong, I will be killed by the five domains of Shou scholars tomorrow and fall into an irreversible situation.

Hongniang was anxious and didn't bother to take a closer look at the boy. She urgently turned on the comment visualization.

In an instant, the entire field of vision disappeared, replaced by comments floating in the sky.

It was not like the questioning and scolding before.

Now in the comment area, thousands of comments in a breath, unexpectedly lined up in an orderly manner without anyone managing it!

No one spoke randomly.

No one lurked.

All that was in front of her was the same, shocking sentence:

"Welcome to Shou Ye!"