My practice narration is weird

"She said she only knows how to use a sword?"

The old leader of the Sword Sect sat at the table, squinting his eyes and looking at Ye Wuyou. When he heard this, he couldn't help shaking his head and showing a slight smile.

"Did the little girl really say that? Haha, she seems confused but actually enlightened. There are thousands of practitioners who learn swordsmanship in the world, but how many of them can be considered as "knowing how to use a sword"? "

Ye Wuyou couldn't deny it. No matter whether Lu Caiwei was stupid or not, her swordsmanship was really unique.

He was originally discussing the heart demon tribulation with the old man, but as they talked, they talked about Lu Caiwei.

This is normal. The old leader has practiced swordsmanship for a lifetime. Now seeing Lu Caiwei who also practices swordsmanship, he naturally pays more attention to her.

"Let's get back to the topic. You want to explore the heart demon tribulation, but the heart demon tribulation is not explored. Often one day you will find it yourself. When you realize it, the heart demon tribulation has arrived."

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, his face tangled.

He didn't know when his heart demon tribulation would come.

What if I waited for a long time but still couldn't find any trace of the Heart Demon Tribulation, and I died first?

It's best to survive this life and death tribulation in advance while my mind is still clear and I won't forget everything.

At first, I thought [Ghost] was scary and would devour people, but it's not the case.

[Forgetting] is even scarier.

He was really afraid that he would forget the Heart Demon Tribulation.

The old sect master glanced at him lightly, as if he saw what Ye Wuyou was thinking, and simply said it bluntly.

"Although the Heart Demon Tribulation cannot be explored, there are exceptions. For example, I have practiced sword all my life, and when I survived the Heart Demon Tribulation, it was naturally related to the sword."

"From what you said before, your master Lu Qingshan's Heart Demon Tribulation is related to Da Yan?"

Ye Wuyou nodded, and then his eyes showed a questioning look.

There are three sixth realms in Yangguan City, the Sword Sect Sect Master, Lu Caiwei, and Luo Qinghan.

Lu Caiwei couldn't explain it, and Luo Qinghan himself was not convenient to ask, so this old sect master was the most "learned" senior.

The old sect master pointed at the sword on Ye Wuyou's waist.

"Can you use a sword?"

Ye Wuyou hesitated, but nodded.

He didn't know if he could do it, after all, he hadn't learned the moves systematically, but he was really good at chopping people.

"For the sake of your former master, I will help you with some advice, but I don't know how much help it will give you."

"Try two swords. I can't see the inner demon tribulation of a person, and I can't tell why, but I have some understanding of judging people by swords." The old sect master said calmly.

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate, grasped the hilt of the sword, and drew the sword out of the sheath.

He didn't inject Qi, but just used his strength like this.

The sword raised wind and thunder.

The blue dragon emerged from the water.

And some other imitation moves.

There is no doubt that these are all exquisite moves.

But...

The old sect master frowned slightly at this moment, his eyes were a little puzzled.

He knew that Ye Wuyou used a knife as a sword, and he also knew that the other party seemed to have learned a lot of magical powers from the girl.

"Your moves are a little strange."

Strange?

Ye Wuyou was slightly stunned by the words of the old sect master.

What's strange about it? He has been practicing like this for so many years.

"The Heart Sutra of the Formless" has learned other people's magical powers almost one to one.

Even Lu Caiwei didn't think there was any problem with what she learned.

The old sect master didn't say anything, just stood up, moved his fingertips slightly, and held the hilt of the sword.

Then, he swung a sword in the open space in the courtyard.

Ye Wuyou saw it clearly.

The old sect master performed the opening move of the sword rising up the wind and thunder.

But after just a rough look, the old sect master's opening move was only about 60% to 70% similar.

There is a big gap between it and Ye Wuyou's imitation of "perfection".

"Do you understand?" The old sect master said calmly at this moment.

Understand?

Ye Wuyou looked a little puzzled, obviously not understanding the meaning.

But such a sword master obviously wouldn't make fun of him, at least he had spent his whole life on swordsmanship. Even if Lu Caiwei could surpass him in the future, he was still inferior to him now.

The old master's swordsmanship was not similar, but he was more similar, and he had imitated her to 99%.

Is there a difference?

The old master didn't hide anything, and simply said it directly.

"Your moves are strange because you have learned very well, but they have form but no appearance."

"For example, the sword move just now, you only have form, even if you have learned this method of luck, the flow of qi, and the way of exerting force, but your moves are really..."

"Form but no appearance, no appearance and no intention, isn't it strange?"

[Strange? The old coffin knows nothing, why do you need to put your heart into this three-legged cat's magical power, just take it and use it when you see it, how can the moves of ants be valued by others]

No appearance and no intention.

Ye Wuyou probably knew that this might be related to the Wuxiang Heart Sutra.

"Is this serious?" Ye Wuyou asked.

The old master looked at Ye Wuyou, shook his head slightly, and said softly.

"Is it not serious?"

"Any moves, any magical powers, even if it is just a beginner, when he is showing off, he has expectations and yearnings for this sword in his heart."

"Why do I say that watching people is like watching swords? Because every sword falls into every hand, and the thoughts in the heart at the moment of swinging are different. Thousands of people have thousands of faces, just like reading and chanting scriptures, what they learn is the same, what they read is also the same, but their perceptions are different. Some people's sword targets the wooden stake in front of them, and some people's swords seem to cut into the air, but what they think in their hearts is that one day they can swing their swords to destroy mountains."

The voice paused slightly, the old master narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said solemnly.

"Ye Wuyou, I can't even feel a trace of intention or intention in you or in your moves."

"Such a powerful magical move is really just a magical move in your hands. It is sharp and powerful, but it is missing something."

Ye Wuyou understood what the old sect leader meant.

But does this have anything to do with the inner demon calamity?

"Of course, Ye Wuyou, what do you want after practicing so far? And for what purpose?"

The answer to this question is simple.

Ye Wuyou didn't feel any anger and said with a smile.

"Senior, you know there is something weird about me. I am just trying to survive."

Once you reach the Seventh Realm, there will be a turning point.

The old sect leader's eyes were calm, as if he had already known that Ye Wuyou would answer like this.

The old man turned around, slowly sat on the bamboo chair in the courtyard, half-lying in the most comfortable position, squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a smile.

"Boy, let's assume that you are no longer harmed by weird things. You have never been weird, and you don't need to think about those things. Now you are about to reach the stage of inner demon tribulation."

“When you no longer have the worries of ‘living on’, then what’s the point of practicing?”

"For the sake of Lu Qingshan, I want to tell you in advance, don't talk about lies and empty words to get rid of it. This time, I will only talk about myself, not others, and not the world."

Ye Wuyou, who had just given Lu Caiwei some advice, was speechless in front of the old man at this moment.

What is spiritual practice for?

It started very simply, in order to live a more comfortable life and become a jailer for the sake of being special.

A mixed establishment, two points and one line, food and accommodation included, a happy group.

Hey, this was indeed Ye Wuyou's original true thought.

After receiving the "Shadowless Heart Sutra" from the narrator, Ye Wuyou once thought that he might be a spiritual genius, hiding his strength silently, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and from time to time he showed himself to be a saint in front of others.

But what happened next was the weird moment.

Endless things push me to keep moving forward.

If there were no strange things affecting his life, if there were no follow-up events, would Ye Wuyou practice so hard?

Ye Wuyou didn't know.

The old voice came from in front of him.

"If you don't know, then I'll give you a suggestion. Go back and think about it carefully. I need to take a rest."

"Didn't you ask that little girl why she practices swords earlier? Then think about why you wield a sword?"

"Think about it when you swing the knife, what are you thinking about?"

Ye Wuyou looked respectful, clasped his fists in thanks, then turned and left.

Practice swordsmanship...

Swing the knife.

Lu Caiwei did it for her own swordsmanship, the concept of the strong protecting the weak, and the sword that saves people.

What about yourself?

Speaking of which, every time you draw your sword, what are you thinking about?

Eh.

Ye Wuyou's eyes suddenly froze, and then he looked up at the sky in confusion.

His eyes gradually became clearer and his doubts disappeared.

There is no such thing as so much confusion.

Isn't it just for killing?

Yes, isn't it just killing people? Drawing a knife and slashing people is natural and logical.

So does this have anything to do with the inner demon calamity?

Ye Wuyou didn't understand, but now he figured out a problem.

Suddenly I didn’t want to think about that bullshit inner demon calamity.

Ye Wuyou felt refreshed at this moment and left alone.

The corners of the mouth are slightly outlined.

It was a faint smile that Ye Wuyou himself didn't even notice.