Lanke Chess Edge

Ji Yuan happened to come back with Niu Batian at this time, and with his hearing, the inn was so quiet at the moment, so he could clearly hear Yan Fei's unwilling murmurs to himself.

This flying swordsman with fierce swordsmanship has actually been confused and depressed all this time, and Ji Yuan knows this.

In the corridor of the inn, Ji Yuan and Niu Batian parted ways and went back to their own rooms. Watching Niu Batian touching the purse on his chest from time to time, he couldn't help jokingly said something.

"Don't go out tonight. We have to go to the Wei Mansion tomorrow morning. Our followers will be distressed if we can't find Master Niu."

After saying this, Lao Niu, who had already walked more than ten steps, froze for a moment, turned around and smiled at Ji Yuan in embarrassment, and then returned to his room.

Niu Batian's room was closer to Yan Fei's room, and the sound of closing the door was heard by Yan Fei inside the house, but for the latter, it was normal for Lao Niu to come back at this time. Neither will come back.

Yan Fei shook, sheathed his long sword, put it back on the head of the bed and lay down again, staring at the ceiling of the room in a daze.

Ji Yuan was not in a hurry to go back to the room, but just stood in the corridor for a long time, although there were no waves in his blue eyes, there were ripples deep in his heart.

After a long time, Ji Yuan took out a scroll from his sleeve, slowly unfolded it, and read the words on it.

Then close your eyes, reach out and touch every word on it, and feel it carefully under the combination of body and mind.

Combined with Yan Fei's mood and feelings at this moment, in a trance, Ji Yuan seemed to penetrate the barrier of time and space, watching an old man from the sky.

A hut, a table in front of the court, holding a sword in one hand and a pen in the other, while writing, the old man spoke hoarsely and slowly.

"Eighty years of human growth is long, where is the end of martial arts? Are there immortals above the innate? The sword falls on the paper and the heart is unwilling, unwilling, unwilling..."

This scroll is exactly the "Sword Intent Tie" that caused the bloody storm in Dazhen martial arts back then, and caused countless warriors to snatch their heads.

Yan Fei, Lu Chengfeng and even Du Heng have different personalities, and the three have different attitudes towards martial arts. Compared with the latter two, Yan Fei is more like a pure warrior than a yearning for a knight.

Ji Yuan murmured a sigh.

"How similar to Zuo Li..."

Unlike most practitioners, Ji Yuan has never looked down on warriors, and the "Sword Intent Tie" has had a profound influence on him, even now, this kind of technique is so precious that it is close to Taoism, and it cannot be regarded as immortal. Come and score.

"Wu Dao is really so weak?"

Ji Yuan murmured and repeated this sentence, then shook his head.

If Zuo Li was still alive, with this person's martial arts cultivation, there might be no difference between ordinary monsters and ghosts in front of him and an ordinary Jianghu opponent.

Zuo Kuangzhang when he wrote "Zuo Li Sword Code" may have been just an innate master who ruled the roost for a while, but when he wrote "Jian Yi Tie", Ji Yuan believed that Zuo Li at that moment was already the invincible Zuo Jianxian .

Ji Yuan has never been so confirmed like this moment!

This sword intent! This Dao Yun! It's almost a step to another level of realm, if it succeeds, what kind of excitement will it be after that?

But in the end, Zuo Li still ended up with hatred...

"It's a pity...it's a pity..."

Ji Yuan himself is a martial arts master, and he has a natural enthusiasm and affection for martial arts, but he is not a pure martial artist. With his supernatural powers and searching for chess pieces in the world, he is doomed to be the mysterious and unpredictable Mr. Ji.

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and spoke softly as his mind wandered around.

"Did Hero Yan ever fall asleep?"

The voice was like a breeze, drifting into Yan Fei's room and reaching his ears, and the latter straightened up almost immediately.

‘Mr. Ji is calling me? '

"If you haven't slept yet, please go to Ji's room and have a talk."

Ji Yuan's voice came again, and Yan Fei finally confirmed that he wasn't listening to the dream just now, and immediately lifted the bedding and put on his coat.

Not long after, Ji Yuan was sitting in the room when he heard Yan Fei's approaching footsteps, and just as Yan Fei was about to reach out to knock on the door, another voice came from inside.

"Just push the door and come in."

Yan Fei didn't hesitate, and just gently opened the door. Ji Yuan was sitting in front of the table. Apart from an oil lamp with a lampshade on the table, there was also a scroll of copybooks. Ji Yuan looked down at the copybooks and didn't share them immediately. God looked up.

Yan Fei didn't dare to be negligent, and clasped his sword and cupped his hands.

"Mr. Ji, Yan Fei interrupted you!"

Ji Yuan raised his head and smiled, stretching out his hand to lead to the stool beside him.

"Ji is the one who disturbed Master Yan to rest, please sit down."

Yan Fei closed the door behind him, walked quickly to the table, and sat down on the edge of Ji Yuan, his eyes were naturally attracted by the copybook on the table, before he asked, Ji Yuan had already explained aloud.

"This copybook is imposing and introverted. It moves like a dragon and snake. It is not only a good calligraphy, but also a good sword. It is a rare thing in the world. He must have heard of its name. It is the "Sword" left by Zuo Li back then. Italian post."

'Sword Intent Post! ? left? It turns out that the left madman is called Zuo Li! '

Yan Fei was startled, the name of "Sword Intent Tie" is really too big, it has been widely spread in Dazhen martial arts for decades, it was a bit forgotten, but because of the incident of the thirteen robbers in Yandi, it became well-known in the martial arts. .

At least people of Yan Fei's generation are well aware of the legendary nature of this copybook.

"I didn't expect "Sword Intent Tie" to be in the hands of Mr. Ji. It's no wonder that no one in the martial arts has found traces of the copybook these years..."

The thoughts in his heart were like electricity, but Yan Fei didn't have any extra thoughts about the martial arts that may be contained in the "Sword Intent Post". .

As if seeing through Yan Fei's mind, Ji Yuan looked at him and asked with a smile.

"Does Hero Yan think that no matter how exquisite the martial arts referred to in the "Sword Intent Tie" are, they are nothing more than ordinary people's martial arts?"

Yan Fei was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Mr. Ji to see through his thoughts, but he didn't refute.

"Among the cultivators of immortality, there is a saying that martial arts are trivial arts and worth nothing. What does Hero Yan think?"

Facing the question of Ji Yuan, Yan Fei felt nervous. Although he was unwilling, he agreed, but he was not a fool. He understood that since Mr. Ji asked such a question, there must be a turning point in the future, but it was really hard to deny it against his will. When I asked, I couldn't explain why.

"Yan thinks that standing at the height of an immortal, there is nothing wrong with what he said."

"Knew you would say that."

Ji Yuan smiled, then pointed to the sword intent post.

"But martial arts, or martial arts, is not as simple as you think, nor is it as simple as some superficial cultivators think. Zuo Li's book "Sword Intent Tie", in Ji's opinion, is already close to Taoism, but Call it martial arts."

Ji Yuan's smile was restrained, and his voice was solemn with emotion.

"Zuo Li has been a martial arts fanatic all his life, but he started looking for immortals when he was old, but he doesn't know that his martial arts realm, if he can do his best to advance one step further, it will be a new scene that has never been seen before."

"Boom...boom...boom....boom..."

Ji Yuan tapped rhythmically on the "Sword Intent Post", looked at the copybook and said very seriously.

"When manpower is limited, martial arts is not a trivial skill!"

A trace of mana flowed into the sword meaning post along Ji Yuan's fingers, and the divine intent on the copybook had already been affected.

"If there really is such a person who can master martial arts and reach the pinnacle of the world, and then break through the obstacles and continue the past, the way of martial arts will definitely be more exciting. Ji has a hunch that although this road is difficult, his future achievements may not be inferior to the way of immortals and demons. .”

Ji Yuan looked at Yan Fei again, and pushed the sword intent post in front of him.

"Although Ji has seen the "Zuoli Sword Manual", he has not remembered it, and it is also a property of the Zuo family, so it is not easy to spread it around. It's rare, maybe it can be called unprecedented..."

Ji Yuan paused for a moment, then continued.

"Hero Yan, your character is not suitable for cultivating immortals, otherwise you will easily become a demon, but in martial arts, it is somewhat similar to Zuo Li's meaning back then. Ji Mou will present this "Sword Intent" to you today. With the method of expressing spirit with objects, you can get a glimpse of Zuo Li's demeanor."

As Ji Yuan said, he rolled up the sword intent post.

"Take it back and unfold it in your own room. After watching it for the first time, you will fall asleep and fall into a dream. Please read it by the bedside."

Yan Fei's expression was both stunned and dazed. Looking at "Sword Intent Tie" with a complicated face, he still had some difficulty imagining how warriors would face fairy monsters.

But an extraordinary immortal like Mr. Ji would certainly not deceive him. Since Mr. Ji put so much emphasis on the meaning of this copybook, it must be reasonable.

Yan Fei held the somewhat heavy copybook, stood up and bid farewell to Ji Yuan.

"Mr. Xie Ji's words tonight, Yan Fei will definitely cherish them, please rest, Yan will not disturb you!"

Ji Yuan nodded, watching Yan Fei turn around and open the door, the moment Yan Fei closed the door, Ji Yuan's voice came out again.

"Hero Yan is cherished but also confused. After viewing the copybook, take a good rest."

Yan Fei paused outside the door, then cupped his hands again through the door, then turned and left.

After returning to the room, Yan Fei just took off his shoes, put the long sword on the head of the bed, and then sat on the bed and slowly unfolded "Sword Intent Post".

As more and more handwriting was exposed, it seemed that the words on the copybook began to blur. Yan Fei shook his head, but felt that the handwriting was more and more alive, as if it was flying away from the paper.

In a trance, Yan Fei shook, grabbed the copybook and lay down on the bed.

In the dream, someone stood on the top of the mountain holding a sword...

"Zheng..."

The sound of the sword dances with the wind and rain, and then shines with the setting sun.

In Ji Yuan's room, Ji Yuan, who was also lying on the bed, looked sideways at the accompanying Qingteng Jian, his thoughts seemed to drift back decades ago.

"Where is the end of martial arts... Yan Fei, don't let me down!"