Six hundred and twentieth seventh chapter heart cut soul
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"Hmph!" Hui Yue Shi turned around and snorted, then flatly refused, "Don't even think about it!"
"Think carefully. You can't go back to the Persian Ming Cult because they have decided that you are a collaborator and traitor to the country. I'm afraid they are issuing a wanted order to arrest you right now!" Murong Fu laughed and said in a sinister tone.
Huiyue's face turned pale, but he still looked like he would rather die than surrender, without any intention of compromising.
"Master, you...you are so insidious!" Zhu'er couldn't bear to listen and said bluntly.
Murong Fu turned to look at her and smiled slightly, "Zhu'er, I hope you can remember that there is no absolute good and evil in the world, and there is no absolute yin and yang. Yin and yang exist in harmony, and good and evil are balanced. Only then is the way.
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Zhu'er was confused when she heard this, and her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, but she couldn't understand it, so she had to secretly read these words for a while, waiting for her to understand them again when she made great progress in martial arts.
Less than half an hour later, everyone packed up their luggage and supplies and moved them all to the Persian Mingjiao ship. Zhou Zhiruo ordered his disciples to throw the corpses on the ship into the sea and clean up the blood stains.
Now, the ship is only seventy or eighty miles away from Spirit Snake Island, but Murong Fu does not want to return to the island so soon. Although Dai Qisi and Xiao Zhao may have fallen into the hands of another pair of Persian Ming Cult, they should be safe for the time being.
No worries.
So he ordered the ship to turn around and sail away from Spirit Snake Island, and no one had any objections.
A day passed in a flash. In one of the most luxurious guest rooms on the Persian Mingjiao ship, Murong Fu and Zhou Zhiruo were sitting opposite each other, with the Yitian Sword in the middle. The two seemed to be discussing something.
In the corner of the room, Zhu'er was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed. There was a faint red light on her face that was half angel and half devil. She was obviously practicing the Nine Yang Magic.
Ever since Murong Fu explained to her how powerful he was yesterday, she had settled down and devoted herself to practicing the Nine Yang Magic Technique and the Nine Yin Manual taught by Murong Fu. However, Murong Fu was really worried about her practicing alone, so he strongly demanded that she practice it alone.
Whenever you are practicing, you must come to your own room.
Although she was full of doubts, she was also happy about it. For some reason, as soon as she got close to Murong Fu, she felt an indescribable feeling of intimacy, as if this person was her life-long support.
"Zhiruo, don't you know why the Yitian Sword behaves like this? Did Master Miejie leave any message about the Yitian Sword?" Murong Fu asked in a slightly disappointed tone.
A trace of reminiscence flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, and then she shook her head, "Before the master left, he only told me the origin of the Yitian Sword and the secret of using the Yitian Sword, and nothing else."
Murong Fu pondered for a long time and sighed slightly, "I have already seen the secret. At best, it is just a trick for quickly mastering the Yitian Sword. There is nothing special about it."
"It's strange. This sword is usually much sharper than ordinary swords in my hand. There is nothing abnormal about it. How come it is said that 'the sword is connected to the heart' when it is in Brother Murong's hand?" Zhou Zhiruo's face said.
Full of confusion,
It turned out that the two of them were discussing why the Yitian Sword suddenly behaved strangely yesterday, which caused Murong Fu to enter a state of enlightenment. Although it was only for a moment, it made his understanding of swordsmanship reach a higher level, and he even used
He gained true innate sword energy.
This discovery naturally surprised and delighted Zhou Zhiruo. Thinking about it, if this method can be applied to the disciples of Emei, I am afraid that within a few years, Emei will become the largest martial arts sect, leader of the group, and realize the dream of the master during his lifetime.
wish, then he came to ask Murong Fu with the Yitian Sword in his arms.
Of course, she didn't doubt whether Murong Fu would hide something from her, but it was really uncomfortable to feel that she was holding a big treasure in her hand but didn't know how to open it.
For a moment, both of them fell into silence.
"By the way, could it be related to the mental method that Brother Murong used?" Zhou Zhiruo pondered for a while, then suddenly raised her eyebrows and asked.
"Mind method?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment. The only internal skill he used yesterday was the Beiming Shen Gong. If we talk about the mental method, it was only the sword-swinging technique. He immediately smiled and said, "The mental method I used is called the sword-swinging technique. Speaking of which,
This swordsmanship was taught by your Emei Sect, Baimei Taoist..."
His voice suddenly paused as he spoke, "Emei...swordsmanship..."
Zhou Zhiruo saw that he seemed to have remembered something. Although he was confused, he did not disturb him.
Without saying a word, Murong Fu made a sword gesture with his left hand, and with a "swipe" sound from his right hand, he pulled out the Yitian Sword, and slashed the sword towards the window. A slender sword energy suddenly drew out, and flew towards the window lightly.
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However, the expected sound of the window breaking was not heard, but the sword energy seemed to be invisible, disappearing into the window.
The two of them looked at each other, with a strange look in their eyes. They stood up at the same time and came to the window.
They reached out and touched the window. There was no damage at all. Even the thin window paper was not scratched. However, the two of them immediately looked at a moth beside the window. It was a moth that had just died from the sword's energy.
The moth below.
Murong Fu pondered for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter, "I understand, I understand!"
Only now did Murong Fu fully understand that the innate sword energy is not the combination of pure sword intention and sword energy, but the perfect fusion of sword, heart, mind and energy. Only then can a true innate sword be cut.
Qi is a mysterious feeling that is difficult to describe and cannot be expressed.
The so-called "sword cuts the body, and the heart cuts the soul" refers to the state of this innate sword energy.
Of course, at this moment, Murong Fu could only comprehend a hint of the true meaning of the innate sword energy, and he still needed the help of the Yitian Sword to truly use it. Otherwise, the Great Sage Treasure Tree King would not have survived yesterday, and
Zhou Zhiruo and others would never be able to escape that sword.
Zhou Zhiruo blinked her eyes, tilted her head, and looked at him quietly. Although she didn't know what he understood, as long as he was happy, she would always feel a little sweet in her heart.
After a long while, Murong Fu stopped laughing and said, "Zhiruo, today I will teach you a mental technique that will fully unleash the power of the Yitian Sword."
Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, "That's not necessary. Since the Yitian Sword is more useful in your hands, you can just take it."
Murong Fu was moved in his heart, but the Yitian Sword could not be taken. He immediately shook his head and said, "The swordsmanship is a specialty of Emei, so it doesn't matter if I pass it on to you now. Your martial arts are advanced, so I feel more at ease."
After saying that, he pulled Zhou Zhiruo into the house and taught her all the formulas and mental techniques of sword swing, as well as his own cultivation insights.
After teaching the exercises, Murong Fu went to the bottom of the cabin and found a temporary cell. Here, two people were imprisoned, the Great Sage Baoshu King and Huiyue Shi.
Yesterday, when Huiyue Envoy saw the Great Sage Treasure Tree King, he had a look of surprise on his face. Now that the night passed, the two of them looked at each other in silence. Huiyue Envoy sat cross-legged quietly aside, and the Great Sage Treasure Tree King
The Four Treasures of the Study were prepared in front of me, and at this moment, the paper was densely filled with small words.
Murong Fu smiled slightly, "The Great Sage King Baoshu is indeed very knowledgeable. He can even write the Chinese characters of the Central Plains so well. It seems that he has studied the culture of the Central Plains a lot."
The Great Sage King looked up and found that Murong Fu had arrived in the room at some point. He was shocked, but he smiled and said, "Mr. Young Master, I liked to travel around the world when I was young. I also came to the Central Plains."
Study tour for a while.”
Murong Fu's eyes flashed slightly, "But I don't know what the Great Sage King's Chinese proficiency is. Is there a translation error that makes this 'Ming Jade Glazed Body' unable to practice, or does it go astray during practice?"
The Great Sage King was stunned for a moment, and then he felt awe-inspiring, waving his hands and saying, "No, no, no, I have carefully considered every word, and there will never be any mistakes."
Murong Fu had a noncommittal expression on his face and said, "How much longer does it take to finish writing silently?"
"It will be very soon, it will not take more than three days at most!" the Great Sage King said with a slightly unnatural look on his face.
"Huh!" Murong Fu's face suddenly turned cold, "I think you want to delay time!"
The Great Sage King's expression changed slightly, but at this moment, Huiyueshi said coldly, "The Chinese characters in the Central Plains are already profound and difficult to understand. It is already very difficult for the Great Sage King to translate them. Where do you want him to go?
Aren’t you afraid that if the translation is wrong, you will die without a burial place after practicing?”
Her tone was as cold as ice, but her last words were quite harsh and meant to be cursed.
Murong Fu's face softened slightly, and in a blink of an eye he said with a smile, "I'm really impatient. The Great Sage King writes slowly, don't be in a hurry!"
Huiyue Shi had already seen how quickly Murong Fu changed his face, so he was not surprised. However, the Great Sage King looked at him with a strange expression. After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, young master, I will do my best."
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After leaving the cell, he ran into Zhao Min.
However, she seemed to be thinking about something, her face was full of thoughts, and her eyes were full of worry. Even when Murong Fu appeared in front of her, she didn't notice it.
With a "bang" sound, Zhao Min bumped directly into Murong Fu's arms and screamed in surprise.
"Huh?" Murong Fu took advantage of the situation and hugged her tightly, with a look of surprise on his face, "Why did Miss Zhao suddenly throw herself into his arms? I am a family man, you are so embarrassing."
How can I bear it?"
Zhao Min suddenly fell into a hug, and was shocked, but immediately realized that it was Murong Fu, and felt a little relieved. However, after hearing his words, anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he said in a cold voice, "Let me go."
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"Since the girl throws herself into my arms, I have no choice but to help you out of trouble!" Murong Fu laughed, stretched out his mouth, and kissed her on the face.
"Shameless!" Zhao Min was furious, and her whole body was shaken with energy. However, before she could use her strength, Murong Fu swayed and moved away.
"Just kidding, why is Miss Zhao so angry!" Murong Fu spread his hands and said with a smile.
"Bah!" Zhao Min spat, reaching out and wiping the spot on his face where Murong Fu had just kissed, with a look of disgust on his face, "Get out of here!"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment. Zhao Min had always been aloof from him. He usually took advantage of him, and the other party would just give him a few glances and laugh at him for a while. He didn't expect that he would become angry today. For a moment, his face changed.