Alas! Lu Ming sighed in his heart. For a long time, he has been avoiding the Beiming Divine Art. What he is afraid of one day that he will be blinded by pursuing power and will seize power in pursuit of power. But now he has become simply for power in pursuit of power and ignores a lot. Now, as long as he looks back, he will understand that everything in the world is actually power!
Over the past period of time, because of a series of things, I had to master the strength as soon as possible, but I almost walked into the detour!
Lu Ming smiled bitterly and turned to look at a big tree in the yard. This tree is almost ten meters high. The courtyard paved with sand and stones did not stop it from growing vigorously. This is the power of a big tree!
Sword technique is also a kind of power!
Lu Ming's brows gradually frowned, his brain was rotating, searching for memories that might have existed, and at the same time began to expand and explore his own understanding of kendo.
While thinking, Lu Ming used the sword of the ghost swordsman in his hand to start cutting the bark of the big tree, one by one, one by one, one by one, and the movements were orderly and light, just like an art master graffiti.
Zhuoligetu stood on the balcony on the second floor and saw this scene, and frowned: "What is Lu Ming doing? Is he looking for materials to build a good sword? But on a big tree... even if he sharpens his sword, he doesn't sharpen it like this?"
"That's right." Leng Jian's cold eyes showed strong surprise and doubt. He was surprised that he didn't know why Lu Ming had such a move. He was questioned because although Lu Ming was the youngest and even a little younger than Qing'er, among himself, he was undoubtedly the deepest and most mature, and he was very rigorous in doing things. He would not take any wrong steps. But what are he doing now? Is it because he needed strength too much and could not find what he wanted for a while, and fell into deep thought?
But what can you find by cutting the bark of a big tree?
Leng Jian frowned and tried very hard to think about all the cognitions in his swordsmanship, but he could not find any knowledge that had anything to do with this scene. In other words, can Lu Ming's current actions be related to kendo?
Qing'er was even more surprised. Since the young master recovered from that injury, his work has become very normal due to his family. If he had done this before, it would be really not surprising, because only Tiancai knew what ideas could a prodigal son who had spent money to find fun!
But what happened to the young master now? His move is definitely not a mistake, but what exactly does he want to find?
The Sword Saint of Destruction came to the balcony with his hands on his back. Seeing Lu Ming still peeling the bark, he couldn't help but frown. Once upon a time, I heard that some geniuses in the swordsman were practicing in seclusion. In fact, what they needed was not resources or materials, but thinking and inspiration. During the seclusion, they might do anything, but not what they wanted to do. Even eating and drinking water was completely instinct, because their body, mind, brain, and even every small structure of their body was thinking with all their strength, or holding on to that slight inspiration. As a result, the whole person would enter a miraculous and subtle state, and the concentration was a bit like...sleepwalking.
The Destruction Sword Saint could not be sure whether Lu Ming had entered this state, nor did he dare to verify it. After all, that would disturb Lu Ming. If this idea was broken, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The Destruction Sword Saint stroked his beard and quietly watched Lu Ming peel the bark. As time passed, the bark peeled off one after another, gradually showing the outline of a sword.
Sword! The Destruction Sword Saint's brow gradually stretched out. It turned out that this child was always trying to find a sword of his own!
There are many swords, weapons shops and iron shops, and you can buy a lot of them everywhere, but among real swordsmen like Lu Ming, a child, you don’t want to buy a good sword, that is your own sword.
The Destruction Sword Saint has been in high positions for a long time and has countless contacts. From the perspective of a swordsman, he soon discovered that Lu Ming's move was not a rash move.
And he could see that the last time he created a good sword like Twenty-Five Forging was not his full strength. Because of time and materials, he could no longer continue to forge it. However, although time is in a hurry, he didn't even have the intention to prepare the materials. It seems that he must have something to think about it, and it must be related to this big tree.
"Okay, children, tomorrow, you will face all the young masters of Qingyuanzhou!" The Destruction Sword Saint looked at the many young faces one by one, then waved his hand neatly, and said, "Go and rest quickly and adjust your state to the best, so that you can write a lot of words tomorrow, on your kendo path!"
Although everyone was not very willing, the facts were in front of him, so they all returned to their rooms and started to rest.
The old sword master walked slowly to the balcony, with a pair of eyes hiding their brilliance emitting a strong sense of worry. Seeing Lu Ming's condition, he couldn't help but sigh quickly, saying as if he was talking to himself: "This child... wouldn't have entered a deadlock, right?"
Of course, the old sword master's mood was understood by the Sword Saint Destroy. Moreover, there were indeed peerless geniuses on the continent who had entered an unsolvable deadlock while thinking about the sword path. In the end, they were exhausted inside, while the people outside watched him exhaust his last drop of life like a walking corpse.
The Sword Saint of Destruction shook his head and said, "Look at his focused expression of cutting the bark, as if he had walked into an alley. Haha, if you ask me, you are concerned, it will be messy. Look at his expression, his eyes are clear, and although there are no boundaries between his sword, there are traces to follow. This shows that his mind is clear and he knows very well what he is doing. Now let's give this young man a space to read very well and let him do what he wants to do."
The old sword master nodded slowly. When he turned around, he saw Lu Ming looking at him with a smile. However, when he looked over, he was still peeling the bark, and there was no sign of moving all over his body...
It was the sword intent! The old sword master was stunned. The scene just now was actually the sword intent released by Lu Ming, the child, and it was the sword intent transformation that could only be mastered after the sword intent was applied to a certain level!
Sword intent! It is the sword’s will! It is the sword’s will!
Neither thought nor will, it is born. It requires the swordsman to understand, understand, control, and use it!
This series of processes is indispensable. It not only reflects the swordsman's understanding of the swordsman, but also testifies to the mastery of the swordsman's control and application of power. After a while, after his sword realm grows up again, he can use the sword intent to describe audio and video images to record things, and even send a thousand miles of voice transmission, it is just a matter of raising his hand!
Unexpectedly, this child's use of sword intent has reached such a point, which almost confused me, the old guy who has been fiddling with swords for a lifetime! Before this, he had not achieved this level. It seems that he must have realized something just now!
The old sword master smiled and was very happy. After turning around and taking a few big steps, he raised his head and laughed loudly, like a free and easy master who was separated from the mortal world.
This old monster... was so nervous just now, but now he is so arrogant and unruly. It seems that he is finally relieved! The Destruction Sword Saint shook his head speechlessly and turned around to rest.
However, at this time, a small head was exposed by the balcony. Qing'er walked quietly behind the young master with a cloak in her arms, and quietly sat up.
The night passed quickly. At this moment, the big tree in front of Lu Ming was gone, and the branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground. Among the piles of wood chips, a wooden long sword was quietly erected.
Qing'er rubbed her sleepy eyes. Judging from the size, the wooden sword was almost exactly the same as the shattered sword of reincarnation before, and she exuded a sense of exquisiteness and sharpness all over her body. Unfortunately, no matter what, it was just a wooden sword, just a wooden sword!
Zhuo Ligetu just woke up and walked out, when he saw Lu Ming stroking the wooden sword in his hand carefully, he screamed: "Damn it! No? This is the good sword you mentioned?"
"Yes." Lu Ming nodded calmly and said, "Today, I will use this sword to participate in the competition."
"This..." It was even cold as cold sword. When he saw Lu Ming's hand, he couldn't help but tremble. With Lu Ming's financial strength and strength, not to mention finding a good sword, it was the best sword in Fenghua City. As long as he wanted to buy it, it would definitely be able to get it. But anyone could imagine that the good sword he mentioned was now just a wooden sword? And it was carved from a big tree. This is completely inconsistent with Lu Ming's style of doing things!
The freshly released...Mu Jian? Nangong Huajian was stunned. Among the people, only he and Lu Ming had the shortest contact time. However, he always thought that Lu Ming was a genius like him and was impressed by the methods Lu Ming showed. However, he did not expect that Lu Ming, who had always thought that he was very reliable, actually made a wooden sword and was going to participate in the competition organized by the sword hall?
This! It's just a joke! And this joke is a big deal!
Nangong Huajian shook his head with a mouth curled his lips and said, "A swordsman must have a sword first, and then he can use the sword to become a swordsman. Your sword will be cut off by a single sword..."
"Good sword!" The Destruction Sword Saint shouted softly and immediately stepped over. His eyes looked at the wooden sword in Lu Ming's hand, but it was shining brightly, and he wanted to see a peerless sword. (To be continued.)