This night is splendid with wind, flowers, snow and moon...

The Honglu Valley, immersed in the moonlight, became unusually quiet due to the presence of Wu Qiluo. The gentle breeze echoed among the flowers, and the orchid was entering the nostrils with the refreshing fragrance of the woman, as if at night.

The silence was magnified countless times in an instant, and the atmosphere was filled with tranquility.

After agreeing to the "autistic beauty's" request, Feng Jueyu happily chose to join the group watching Wu Qiluo's sword dance. There were only two people who appreciated the beauty's sword dance, he and Sheng Junqian.

Seeing Wu Qiluo calmly holding his sword and standing among the flowers, Sheng Junqian's eyes were intoxicated, as if he could never see enough, which made Killer Feng purse his lips and feel happy about this person in his heart, secretly thinking, what's the matter?

But he didn't show it. Wu Qiluo's appearance is indeed one of the best. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is like a sinking fish and a goose, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is ashamed of the moon. In addition, her own expression of sadness due to autism seems to be even more accentuated by the slight flaws that will inevitably appear in God's creation.

Showing his unique spiritual beauty.

Maybe this is the reason why Sheng Junqian favors him.

Walking to the stone pier, Feng Jueyu sat down and watched Wu Qiluo calmly raise his jade-like palm and hold the short blade of the sword, and suddenly felt a sense of tranquility.

Wu Qiluo moved slowly, her light blue dress flying with the brisk and rhythmic lotus steps, just like the fragrant butterflies busy in the flowers, dancing with all their heart...

Her swordsmanship is not constrained by moves, but instead reflects her generosity and free will. This is indeed sword dancing rather than sword practice. She integrates the sword intention into her own world. There is no fighting, no strength, and no desire.

Out of the ordinary world.

The Feng Da Killer was extremely conceited and determined, but after a moment he couldn't help but be attracted by the beauty. He glanced at Sheng Junqian again, and at this moment he could somewhat understand his mood.

Such a beautiful woman should be held in the palm of the hand. Even looking at her a few more times would be a kind of blasphemy.

Fengda Killer was completely immersed in the artistic conception pursued by Wu Qiluo's swordsmanship. He even thought that he should light a pot of incense at this moment, quietly watch the smoke curling up, and then smell the soothing and almost drowsy scent.

The aroma of sleep and a pot of good tea to refresh yourself may make the whole world a world without desires and fights.

Sometimes, people will feel extremely tired when pursuing extreme goals. At this time, relaxation is the best way. I have to say that Fengda Killer is completely relaxed now.

He had not found this feeling for a long time. He completely relied on Wu Qiluo to show up tonight, allowing him to find unprecedented peace.

Watching quietly, the sword technique and sword intention were no longer important. What was important was that the state of mind reached an unprecedented level of peace at this moment.

"How about it, not bad." Just when Feng Jueyu was intoxicated by the sword's intention and his heart was floating in the sky, Sheng Junqian suddenly broke the tranquility.

But Feng Jueyu didn't feel displeased at all. At this time, a compliment appeared, which seemed to be a good embellishment.

He nodded and returned his gaze to the sword intention: "It's very good. Miss Wu's sword skills are the most comfortable I have ever seen."

"You actually used the word comfortable." Sheng Junqian looked at Feng Jueyu in surprise, then looked drunk again, and admitted: "Yes, it makes people feel comfortable. If only it could continue like this.

Okay. Sigh..."

Sheng Junqian's tone ended with helplessness, which made Feng Jueyu greatly puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"You don't understand, and I don't understand either. What everyone in the sect doesn't understand the most is Junior Sister's sword intention. Everyone says that if gods really exist, Junior Sister is the only one who can become a god. Her sword

She was separated from the secular world, but she could not continue to pursue it. She longed for a breakthrough in the realm, but she was not as eager for success as we are. Her cultivation has been constantly improving without leaving a trace, but God has always allowed her to have a passion for martial arts.

Her extraordinary talent is limited to a helpless level. She should have succeeded, but I feel sorry for her."

Sheng Junqian said a bunch of nonsense and continued to watch Wu Qiluo's sword dance. Feng Jueyu also generally heard the hidden worries in Sheng Junqian's words. It was fate that the three of them met by chance. They no longer had to pursue their respective identities, and they were not even friends.

But this experience made Feng Jueyu realize that there were some problems in Wu Qiluo. These problems were probably innate, which caused her cultivation to be unable to achieve Mahayana. From Sheng Junqian’s words, he realized

The expectations of everyone in his sect and the helplessness behind them, but in Wu Qiluo, he did not find any regrets or insistence on the obstacles in the process of martial arts exploration.

No desire, no need!

This is a state of mind that few practitioners can maintain all the time.

rare.

If Wu Qiluo has such a state of mind and still cannot ride the wind and waves, then it is really a cruel creation of God.

Fengda Killer thought a lot for a while, but at this moment, he suddenly realized a problem that he had originally ignored.

state of mind.

All along, I have been growing through exploration, constantly seeking breakthroughs, and even achieved improvements beyond the reach of others in a limited period of time. This is an even more enviable fact, and I seem to be used to the cultivation method in front of me.

, so that once you are unable to break through for a long time, you will become frustrated and angry. Even if you know this truth, try to suppress it, and calm your mind, you will never be able to completely focus on it.

This is a flaw.

On the other hand, Wu Qiluo has no stubborn pursuit and has always been content with the situation. The training of her swordsmanship is completely done inadvertently. No one else can understand her every move, including herself, and even masters who may be more powerful than herself can't understand it.

I don’t understand, but isn’t this the state of mind that practitioners need to pursue?

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stood up as if enlightened, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and he repeatedly thought about his own cultivation.

Damn it, since the magical power of impermanence of life and death cannot be broken through, what else are you pursuing? Isn't it better to just take things as they come?

In the battle for the spiritual cave, just try your best. Whether you succeed or not depends on fate.

The Five Elements only need one origin before they can be fully familiar with it, but now there is no way to find the origin space of the metal system. If you can't find it, why do you have to force yourself to find it?

What an idiot, Feng Jueyu...

You are a big idiot.

In an instant, Feng Jueyu suddenly understood.

Deeply enlightened by Wu Qiluo's state of mind, he slowly walked into the flowers, raised his head and took out the Zique Sword. He never looked at Wu Qiluo's sword dance again, and instead danced the evil sword by himself.

It was said to be Xie Yijian, but now there is no shadow of the cunning and sharp Xie Yijian in the past. His sword suddenly became extremely erratic. Every move and style did not follow his heart. It seemed that he had no intention of practicing sword skills but had his own way.

It usually stirs up all kinds of sword shadows.

The shadow of the sword does not converge, nor disperses, but lingers on the sword intermittently, making it seem as if the inner breath is insufficient, but in fact it is another manifestation of endlessness.

While the sword light was blooming, his sword was in a state of being both real and fake, and fake and real. Fake moves turned into real moves, and real moves turned into fake ones. It was impossible to figure out what was fake and what was real.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the light of the four elements:

The wind and sand are rolling up, and the thick soil is boundless; the flames are burning and endless; the mist and rain are rolling, the clouds are lingering; the green mountains are folded with willows, and peach blossoms are everywhere...

The sudden change in his state of mind caused him to completely confuse the four origins in an unconscious state. Although there was no fusion, the sword after sword changed in countless ways, but the shadows of willow trees, thousands of traces;

A moment later, the wind and clouds surged again, and the ground was covered with wild sand; after a pause, the sky and the earth were burning, and the sea of ​​fire rolled; then the clouds and rain met, and the fog filled the sky...

It was a very beautiful artistic conception. Feng Jueyu could even feel that under this artistic conception, the true energy was changing towards the spiritual power for no apparent reason.

The next moment, Feng Jueyu suddenly woke up. Is it true that in order to reach the divine realm, one must completely transform the true energy into spiritual power?

This question made Feng Jueyu extremely crazy, but such madness directly led to the complete collapse of the artistic conception that Wu Qiluo finally realized due to his state of mind.

Next, Feng Jueyu didn't even know how to dance with his sword.

He stopped dejectedly, with a trace of bitterness flashing at the corner of his mouth. He tried desperately to recall the feeling before, but he couldn't find a way.

By the way, there is also Wu Qiluo.

Feng Jueyu, who suddenly woke up, really didn't want to let that wonderful artistic conception go away from him, so he quickly placed all his hopes on the woman who came unexpectedly.

It was only when he looked up that Feng Jueyu discovered that Wu Qiluo had stopped dancing his sword and was staring at him closely with a trace of doubt and strange eyes.

Although they met twice before and after, Feng Jueyu knew that this autistic beauty would never look at him like this. He even felt that Wu Qiluo would not look at anyone except Sheng Junqian. Her look only stayed at the sight of each other.

Just say hello to each other instantly.

And at this time, Sheng Junqian also stood up. His expression was much richer than that of Wu Qiluo. He opened his mouth wide and looked at himself from a distance as if he had seen something incredible...

The two of them didn't move, they just stared at each other, making Feng Jueyu feel embarrassed.

He scratched his head, looking ashamed and conscious that he had stolen the other person's cultivation state of mind and didn't know what to do. He quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, on a whim, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Sheng Junqian ask over there: "Brother Feng, what sword technique are you using?"

"Sword skills?" If he were sober, Feng Jueyu would definitely tell Sheng Junqian that it was an evil sword, but now he is not sure, because he didn't even know the sword moves he had just performed due to the state of mind brought about by full enlightenment.

Know what it's like.

"I... I'm not sure." He replied incoherently, and said with a gesture of apology: "I just saw Miss Wu dancing with a sword, and I did two moves on my own accord. I really don't know much about the dance.

What kind of swordsmanship is it..."

"The realm of desirelessness?" Sheng Junqian gasped in even more shock and looked at Wu Qiluo for confirmation.

Wu Qiluo nodded solemnly for the first time.
Chapter completed!