The sword intention is divided into three levels: there is a sword in the heart, I am the sword, and the sword turns into nothingness.
There is a sword in the heart. As the name suggests, there must be a sword in the heart. This is the first level of sword intention. The sword must be in the heart at all times.
I am the sword. Swords and people are inseparable. At the extreme, people can transform into swords and become indestructible.
The sword turns into nothingness and the sword can no longer be seen, but wherever your mind goes, that's where the sword goes. Even if you are thousands of miles away, you can still kill the enemy invisible.
The understanding of sword intention is not necessarily related to the cultivation of true energy. Even if you are a warrior, as long as you can understand that the sword turns into nothingness, you can still kill enemies thousands of miles away without being visible. Of course, this is only theoretical. In fact,
Although the understanding of sword intention varies from person to person, it is difficult to understand without time accumulation.
The founder of Dongxuanzong realized that there is a sword in his heart when he was King Wu, and he realized that I am the sword when he was Emperor Wu. But he did not realize that the sword turned into nothingness. The word "sword" that Meng Bufan saw on the fantasy pagoda
It was written by the founder after he realized that I am the sword.
In the two thousand years since Dongxuan Sect was founded, less than ten people have realized that there is a sword in their hearts. Among the current disciples, only Sun Jian has realized it, which is why he can become the chief disciple.
To understand the meaning of the sword, the most important thing is to rely on yourself. The various experiences of others may not be suitable for you.
After the master's explanation, Meng Bufan had a deeper understanding of the sword's intention and felt suddenly enlightened. What's more, Meng Bufan had also realized the slightest hint of the sword's intention in the Fantasy Pagoda. Now, with the master's explanation, Meng Bufan had a strong thought.
The urge to retreat!
Xuantian saw Meng Bufan thoughtfully and knew that he had gained something, so he said, "Okay, you can go back to seclusion to understand. When you reach the realm of Lord Wu, you can go to the Holy Land of Flame Mountain to find your opportunity. Half a year
Nai, if you have nothing important to do, don’t come to me."
Meng Bufan said goodbye to his master, but did not return to the place where he lived halfway up the mountain. Although he and his master were the only two people on the Wuming Peak at the moment, for him, no one would disturb him while practicing anywhere on the mountain, but he still liked it.
The cave behind the waterfall curtain!
Together with Xiaohu, we entered the cave again. After entering the cave, Xiaohu lay down on the ground and slept.
Meng Bufan started his practice again.
Sitting cross-legged quietly, Meng Bufan entered a state of meditation. At this moment, he had no distractions in his mind. He only thought about the sword.
One day passed, two days passed, and he kept sitting there motionless.
The hint of sword intention he had learned in the Fantasy Pagoda was of great help to him. Suddenly, Meng Bufan realized it, like a conditioned reflex. With a thought in his mind, he pointed at the stone in the cave with his finger, and with a puff, a sound
The sword wind was like real substance, cutting a deep hole in the wall ten meters away in the cave.
Taking out the Green Light Sword, Meng Bufan tried again the sword intention he had just comprehended - the sword in his heart. The sword wind flashed with a whistling white light, and suddenly penetrated deeply into the stone wall. There was a roar, frightening the sleeping little tiger.
After a jump, it stood up in surprise and looked at Meng Bufan's astonishing sword in surprise.
Meng Bufan was also very happy. With the sword intention, he could hurt people with the sword intention even if they were more than ten meters or even dozens of meters away. It didn't necessarily have to be close combat.
If he meets Bai Yuxian again, Meng Bufan is confident that he will not be hurt by him. Even if he cannot defeat him, he will still have the strength to fight.
Suddenly, Meng Bufan heard Zhao Hu's shouting from the foot of the mountain.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, Meng Bufan saw Zhao Hu's honest and honest smiling face.
"Bufan, I'm a little bored alone in Yue'er Peak, so I came here to practice with you."
Meng Bufan smiled knowingly and told Zhao Hu how to get in and out of the unknown mountain. The two went up the mountain together.
The house halfway up the mountain was empty, and Meng Bufan thought: He needs to find a few outer disciples to help take care of his life.
"Brother Hu, you know a lot of people. Let's find a few reliable people now to help us take care of our daily life!"
Zhao Hu laughed: "It's enough for me to go alone. In the first few days, there were people looking for me and wanting to go to my mountain. I only left two people to help me take care of it."
Zhao Hu said and went down the mountain to find someone at Lingyun Peak. Meng Bufan smiled helplessly.
In less than an hour, Zhao Hu brought three people over. At first glance, they were all of the same type as Zhao Hu, honest, straightforward, and cheerful.
"Bufan, I heard that I was coming to your place this time, and many brothers and sisters were rushing to come. I finally brought three who are close to me."
Meng Bufan greeted a few of them and told them not to come to the cave to find him if they had nothing to do. Then Meng Bufan went to the cave to practice. He knew that Zhao Hu would be there and everything would be arranged.
This time Xiaohu did not follow him into the cave, but ran to the top of the mountain to find the clan leader Xuantian.
The days of training were boring. It took Meng Bufan more than a month to get out of the cave after he had perfected his sword skills and body skills, and reached the ninth level of martial arts!
It was already autumn at this time. Meng Bufan had been busy practicing before and had not walked around the mountain properly. Now he rarely had a moment of leisure. He walked around the mountain slowly.
The leaves on the mountain have turned yellow, some are bright red, and the scenery is very beautiful. Some trees are also full of red fruits. Meng Bufan is very happy, and occasionally picks some from the trees.
Try a wild fruit.
Suddenly, Meng Bufan saw a wild fruit he had never seen before on a cliff more than 100 meters high. The fruit was golden and as big as an adult's fist. It exuded an alluring fragrance. It could actually grow at a distance of more than 100 meters.
smell.
The overwhelming vine branches completely cover half of the mountain peak, but there is only one fruit on so many vine branches, which makes this fruit very conspicuous.
At this time, Meng Bufan also wanted to test his ability to overcome the void, so he pulled himself up and flew into the air. When the infuriating energy failed to follow up, he put his toes on the vines and continued to fly upwards.
Just when he was about to get close to the fruit, Meng Bufan's foot pointed at the vine suddenly missed. Meng Bufan was shocked and reached out to grab the vine branch.
How could this happen? Is there a cave behind the vine branches?
Meng Bufan pushed aside the dense vine branches with his other hand, and sure enough, a dark cave entrance appeared. Meng Bufan ignored the fruit and jumped into the cave entrance.
The cave seemed to be carved by man. It was just big enough for one person to enter, and it was only a dozen meters deep. He quickly reached the end.
There is nothing but a corpse.
Before he even got close to the corpse, Meng Bufan felt an awe-inspiring pressure coming toward his face, almost approaching the mental attack released by the fantasy figure he had encountered in the Fantasy Pagoda. But this was just a corpse, and it was
Meng Bufan was surprised that after so many years of erosion, he could still have pressure equivalent to that of Wuzong.
Fortunately, Meng Bufan's cultivation level at this time was much higher than that time, and he could still withstand the pressure. So he slowly approached the corpse.
There was only a skeleton left on the corpse. The skeleton was covered with thick dust. At a glance, it was clear that the bones must have been here for many years. All the clothes on the bones had long been reduced to ashes, except for a golden
Belt, although this belt is covered with dust, it is still intact. There are dragons and phoenixes embroidered on the belt, which looks like it is alive.
Meng Bufan did not rush to take off the belt. He knelt down and looked at it carefully.
Suddenly, Meng Bufan's heart was filled with ecstasy, Emperor Shihua!!!
In the Dantian of the corpse, a small black flower bloomed. It was indeed very small, only the size of an apricot flower. If you didn't look carefully, the color was not bright, and the light in the cave was not good, Meng Bufan would have almost died.
Ignored it.
Although it is called a flower, it is actually not a flower.
It is recorded in "The Record of Weird Treasures" that by chance, Emperor Wu's corpse will condense into the Emperor's Flower. It is not a flower, it is just a condensation of energy. It contains extremely high energy and is tens of thousands of top-quality spiritual stones.
It is also incomparable. Not every Emperor Wu will have the Emperor Release Flower appear after his death. The chance of its appearance is less than one in ten thousand. And the number of Emperor Wu is originally small, and there will not be more than ten in the entire Xuanwu Continent. Emperor Wu
His lifespan is so long. Therefore, when he met Emperor Shihua, we can only say that Meng Bufan's luck was really good.
Meng Bufan stood up and bowed deeply: "Senior, I'm sorry. It's fate that I met you. I will bury you well!"
He reached out and took off the Emperor's Release Flower and put it in the Qiankun Ring.
Meng Bufan felt a little strange. As Emperor Wu, he did not carry any weapons or Qiankun Ring with him. Where did the Emperor Wu's things go?