In the picture of Jin Xing, suddenly a lot of shocking comments were made.
With two fingers, he could cut apart a hundred-foot-high ghost, tear apart the power of the god of death, and shoot straight through the sky. What else could this be besides the thought of a sword?
"Is this carriage master still an ancient sword cultivator? He can't use it. Is it the power left by the elders in the clan?"
"How can there be a big family of ancient sword cultivators? There is only one Feng family in the Southern Region. Does Feng Tingchen, the last Seven Sword Immortal, know how to read swords?"
"No! Young Master, Jian Nian, brothers, this reminds me of a person..."
"It's not Jian Nian. The manifestation of Jian Nian is similar to a silver sword energy. It's Qi. How can it be a viscous liquid thing like his?"
"Why is everyone so picky? Master Shou hasn't been seen for half a year. When you meet a young master, you think he is Master Shou?"
"Doesn't anyone feel the same way as me? Why does this young master's ten-level sword finger feel stronger than Master Shou's?"
"Shut up!"
"You understand!"
"If you don't understand, go and watch Feng Zhongzui. Feng Zhongzui is now even more developed than Master Shou."
"It's so scolding! After being drunk in the wind, no one dares to comment now..."
Jinxing's comments exploded again due to the word "Shouye" appearing, and more people joined in the quarrel, making it more popular.
The matchmaker paid no attention.
She couldn't recover from the shock of what she saw.
Because he is closer to the battlefield than anyone else, he can see it more clearly than anyone else...
That was not the action of an elder in the clan, but the hand of Young Master Carriage, which shattered the white-faced ghost's dream of revenge after liberating his true body.
"Ten-segment sword fingers..."
"No, the point is not the ten sword fingers..."
The matchmaker knows that there are too many people in this world who have cultivated fake ten-level sword fingers in order to imitate the Eighth Sword Immortal.
But the "name" in front of the carriage master's ten-level sword is the key point!
"Name? What is it again?"
"Is it the kind of 'name' that ancient sword cultivators cultivate?"
"But isn't this kind of 'name' an illusory thing? How can it be embodied by others?"
The matchmaker doesn't understand swords, but like most people, she has an in-depth understanding of ancient sword cultivation.
And she has more resources and can understand more deeply.
She was not qualified to attend Feng Tingchen's class in the Southern Territory Feng family. She had visited Feng Tingchen's good friend Yanglaoyangxizhi several times.
According to what Yang Lao said, in addition to the nine swordsmanships, what the Five Domains Ancient Sword Cultivation Institute focuses on studying today also has an additional "name".
"There are three, eight, Xiao, and Xu who are practicing fame in this world."
"The eight acquaintances, Xiao Kongtong, may not be seen by many of you."
"But Mr. Shou must have seen a lot. After all, he was once a key target of preaching Jing Mu Jing."
The matchmaker still remembers the last "name" Yang Lao took the initiative to mention after thoroughly understanding the swordsmanship, sword style, and kendo of Gu Jianxiu.
That is the latest conclusion that he and his friends Feng Tingchen, Mei Siren, Guyu, Yu Tu, etc. have discussed in the past or recently:
"Name means fame first."
"Fame nourishes all things, but the process is slow. It often takes ten thousand or one hundred thousand years to nourish a famous sword."
"The Eight Masters created the 'Sword Observation Technique', turning the void into reality, embodying the 'name' of the void, and the 'thought' of the essence, that is, the thought of the sword - he speeded up this process."
The example Yang Lao gave was too far away and no one could understand it at the time, so he changed the subject:
"Take Master Shou as an example. Even if he becomes the number one sword immortal, his name is Nourishing Zangku. Even if Zangku has been refined twice and transformed into a first-class sword... there is still a gap between him and the famous sword."
"Everyone can see that the sharpness of the sword is comparable to the power of the ancestors!"
"Then, since it is impossible for an ordinary first-grade spiritual sword to withstand a blow from the power of its ancestral origin, how can it receive the 'nourishment' of the sword thought embodied in the sword-watching technique?"
"Nourishment is meant to cause harm, but it has an additional layer of 'breaking and then standing up' that is similar to the thunder calamity. If it is not 'nourished' step by step from shallow to deep, an ordinary first-grade spiritual sword will be afraid at the beginning of observing the sword.
scrapped."
Speaking of this, Matchmaker still remembered that Mr. Yang sincerely admired Master Shou and his sword:
"Shouye has practiced meditation since he was young, and Zangku has been nourished by swordsmanship since he was young, and the two grew together."
"Now that Master Shou has become the number one sword immortal, Zangku has already received the nourishment of the strongest name. Although it is not among the twenty-one famous swords, it has already become a famous sword."
A young female ancient sword cultivator asked: "So, what's above the famous sword, or what's above the 'Sword Mind'?"
This to-the-point question obviously aroused Mr. Yang's strong interest. Under his questioning, the woman spoke eloquently:
"The son of Kuilei Han once said that there were six changes in the first generation of the God of Punishment and Punishment Tribulation."
"I think thirty years have passed. If the Eight Masters, who are also members of the Tenth Seat, are still based on the second-generation Shenshen Nian, which is the 'Sword Mind', he is not worthy of being called the Eighth Sword Immortal."
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It is true that sword reading has stumped thousands of ancient sword cultivators.
Indeed, compared to the Eight Masters and others, this is just a foundation, and it is another matter for other ancient sword cultivators.
Yang Lao pondered this question for a long time, but still couldn't give an answer, so he pretended to be someone else's words and said:
"Perhaps Mei Si has an answer to your question. I once heard him say something like this..."
"The sword is the extension of the hand; skills are the externalization of gong; Nian is the concrete form of the name. The Tao is all like this, and these three are all 'borrowing the Tao'."
"Something is borrowed and something is returned. Then when the skills are proficient and no more 'tools' are needed, the fingers can also be used as swords, and the skills merge with ancient martial arts."
He stopped at this point, and everyone in the class asked in unison: "Where is the recitation and name?"
Yang Lao shook his head, perhaps imitating Mr. Siren's tone, and said slowly:
"Thoughts are for refining spirits, not for cultivating ancient swords. The Eight Masters are just used once to refine the 'name'."
"Naturally, reciting the name is different."
"Then, when putting aside thoughts and restoring names, what ancient sword cultivators have to do may not be to think about the integration of thoughts and names, but to try it and return to nature."
The only person at the scene who seemed to be keeping up with the rhythm was the woman who asked the question. She asked again: "What does it mean to return to nature?"
Yang Lao said with a smile: "If you look at the mountains, they are mountains. If you look at the mountains, they are not mountains. If you look at the mountains, they are still mountains."
At that time, the matchmaker was confused.
After all, she was the only non-ancient sword cultivator present, but she had taken the master class, but the power of the spirit crystal was invincible.
After class, she couldn't get Yang Lao to open a small stove on his own, so she bribed the woman who asked very in-depth questions.
The woman said: "If reciting names is different from Tao, then the concept of 'sword recitation above' may be essentially wrong. It should be said to be 'name above'."
Above the name... the matchmaker's heart was filled with excitement, and she felt like she was listening to a book from heaven. The woman who looked younger than herself smiled softly and said:
"The day after refining the spirit, it becomes spiritual energy, the innate to Taixu, it becomes spiritual essence, and above half-saint, it can create holy power."
"If you still don't understand, you can compare it with the three states of force, air, liquid and solid."
"Similarly, if the name has three stages, the first name is sword thought, which is emitted in the form of sword energy, then the second name may be 'water'."
"This 'water' is not that 'water', it's just a deep description of a level of power. Hey, it seems you are even more confused..."
The matchmaker only heard a general idea and didn't understand the principle at all. She took out the golden apricot and just wanted to pay the friend fee, so she bumped it with the woman:
"Can I leave a name for my sister?"
The woman's eyebrows were like waves, her voice was as pleasant as a wind chime, she smiled sweetly and said:
"August."
…
Bang!
The Cinnamon Carriage landed heavily from a tilted state and finally returned to stability. The horse in front let out a long neigh, as if it had been frightened.
The matchmaker was even more shocked!
The name of the ten-segment sword is withdrawn.
The "water" that penetrated the sword of death and the white-faced evil ghost was not eliminated, but remained in the void.
At a cursory glance, the clear and curling "water" seems to have sword light and outlines of Dao lines inside.
If you look closely, "water" is water. It is not a sword thought, let alone anything else. It is just the presentation of "essence".
But what is the essence of the ancient sword cultivator's power that can break through the power of the ancestors - only "mind" and "name"!
"The essence of Jian Nian...name..."
"Jian Nian Sword Qi... liquefies into water..."
At that time, there was no demonstration of what Yang Lao said.
After all, it was all just talk on paper, and even though the words were clear and logical, even the person giving the lecture had not mastered the most basic sword skills.
What I see now, if I use my words from the past...the matchmaker's beautiful eyes are wide open!
She couldn't remember the meaning of the name or anything.
At this moment, all she could think of was Yang Lao's first words: "There are three, eight, Xiao, and Xu who are cultivators of fame in this world."
Is it possible that the person in the car is the Eight Lords?
Impossible, the Eighth Sword Immortal spreads his sword thoughts to kill ghosts in the Zhongyuan Realm. I came here just to see him, but I haven’t seen him yet!
So, will he be Xiao Kongtong?
This is the Central Territory. Senior Brother Laughter will not come here. He is not the image of such a sick young man. I heard he has a big mouth?
"Could he be Master Shou?"
When her thoughts reached this point, the matchmaker's delicate body trembled.
It was only then that she remembered it in a daze.
When Master Meng first appeared in the Central Region, he seemed to have used the name "Xu Gusheng" and was also a sick man?
Even if I remember it wrong...
One person can give birth to thousands of children!
The person in the car doesn't have to be anyone. There is a definite chance that he was transformed by Shou Ye just to tease the world!
"bass."
Thinking of this, the matchmaker's eyes instantly turned red, and she glanced at the number of people in the upper right corner of Jinxing's screen: 1.8 million.
This is fierce.
This is the highest level in my life.
A preacher who is drunk in the wind can only reach seven or eight million people - he is the emperor of drunkenness!
But now, if Master Shou really appears in her golden apricot scene... the matchmaker's chest rises and falls, her breathing speeds up, and she feels like she is about to faint with happiness.
Seven or eight million?
Picking up wisdom from someone's tooth can cost seven to eight million!
Master Shou, as long as they seize this opportunity, Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu’s descendants can arrange for them to live a hundred generations later!
"laugh……"
On top of the cinnamon carriage, the power of death finally disintegrated and disappeared into smoke.
But the hundred-foot evil ghost that had just been penetrated by the force of a finger was still locked in the void, trembling silently.
In its eyes, which were as big as the moon disk, there was only fear, helplessness, and horror.
"Sir, Sword Lady is back."
In front of the carriage, Old Man Li was very familiar with driving. He picked up the sword-bearing rooster that fell from the sky and handed it into the carriage.
The young man's contemptuous laughter in the carriage then came out:
"I thought it would be so amazing to have the power of death that has been stored for so long."
"Not to mention loving the common people, but at least much better than the brothers who died before you, right?"
"Tsk, no."
When the matchmaker heard this, her heart trembled heavily.
Love the common people...
He also mentioned loving the common people...
It was still mentioned in such a plain tone, as if it was just an insignificant name...
The matchmaker held onto the golden apricot tightly, and was only thankful that she had not been hit by the white-faced ghost's sword just now. The golden apricot did not trigger its defense mechanism and exploded into pieces.
"Who is this kid?"
"Yes, how dare he blaspheme the Emperor of Mankind again and again?"
"Don't let me find him, otherwise we will destroy his entire Taixu family, and even the elders in his clan will not be able to protect him!"
He was still cursing, and the spectators couldn't stop their anger. The matchmaker only stared ahead.
Ahead, following the words, the folds of the carriage curtain moved, and a hand lifted the curtain and reached out. Is that young man about to come out?
In Jin Xing's picture, many people were scolding, and the scolding voices also slowed down slightly. They all watched and watched, but heard the voice of the young master:
"I've been cultivating my name for half a year, and I finally got something."
"No matter how much I search the world of ghosts and Buddhas, I can only find you, a beast close to the holy level, who can take on one or two of my famous sword skills."
"But, your power of death is too shallow, you have to let your master do it..."
The curtain was finally lifted.
Old Man Li even jumped off the carriage early and set up a golden osmanthus ladder in front.
A figure quickly stepped out of the carriage. He was dressed in white and black robe, wearing beads and jade around his waist. He was tall and tall, handsome and handsome.
When he got out of the carriage, he bent down, holding the train of his robe in one hand and stroking his hair with the other, leaving only the side of his face exposed.
But it was this clear-cut profile, the profile that appeared countless times in the missionary mirror at that time...
The nearly two million people in Jinxing's screen completely stopped making noise.
And when he walked out of the carriage, turned around, faced Jin Xing from a distance, and calmly walked down the osmanthus golden staircase.
The golden apricot picture is completely boiling!
"Master Shou?"
"What's going on? I'm dazzled, Master Shou?"
"No, this brother looks a little bit different. Why does he look so much like Master Shou..."
After a quick swipe, the matchmaker's eyes were flooded with so many comments that she lost even the slightest bit of vision.
This has never happened before during the preaching process, but it would be too terrifying. What if it happened during wartime...
The matchmaker didn't even think about it and chose to turn off the comment visualization.
And when he was worried, his eyes focused on the young man who got out of the car again, and he identified his identity.
"ah--"
The matchmaker let out a sharp crack, "He he, he he he..."
She said "him" for a long time, her tongue seemed to be tied up, and she couldn't even shout out the second half of the sentence.
But as a preacher, can’t I even say a word?
The matchmaker pinched the soft flesh at the base of her thigh, twisted it hard, and let out all kinds of emotions:
"Master Shou?!"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the matchmaker's heart beat rapidly.
Nearly two million people watched. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense!
This is "Master Shou". With his enthusiasm, if he says a wrong word, he will be rushed to death by the five realms of Shou masters tomorrow, and he will fall into a situation of eternal disaster.
The matchmaker was anxious and didn't care to take a closer look at the boy, so she urgently turned on the comment visualization again.
In an instant, all vision disappeared, replaced by comments floating across the sky.
But it's not like he was questioning and scolding like before.
Now in the comment area, thousands of comments are lined up in an orderly manner without anyone managing them!
No one spoke carelessly.
No one can dive without a watch.
The only thing that passed before my eyes was exactly the same, shocking sentence: