Three hundred and seventieth eight chapters sound east and west
Li Luo looked at the Confucian scholar, nodded to express his gratitude, and said slowly: "I have been in the army for a long time. When leading troops in battles, I always use the strong to defeat the weak, strike with more and attack with fewer. Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Li Luo learned this.
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Both the Confucian scholar and the monk smiled, their approval evident on their faces.
The Confucian scholar seemed unwilling to take action too early, and asked harmoniously: "The Daluo sword technique is a rare skill in the world. I wonder how many of it Mr. Li has learned?"
Li Luo was startled and asked in surprise: "Senior, do you know about the Great Luo Sword Jue?"
The Confucian scholar caressed his beard and replied leisurely: "Brother Duanmu and I competed twice, regardless of the outcome. Everyone in the world knows that there are thirteen styles of the Da Luo sword, but they don't know that the Da Luo sword technique hides the meaning of the thirteen swords, and the artistic conception is different.
, the knife skills are different.
Back then, Brother Duanmu learned the eight meanings and was able to dominate the world. It was rare for him to meet an opponent. After not seeing each other for these years, he must have become more sophisticated again."
Li Luo replied respectfully: "I have no way of measuring how advanced Duanmu's martial arts is. I have only scratched the surface of Daluo Sword Technique."
"Haha, Mr. Li, why should you be so modest? I just wanted you to be able to use your body as a sword to break through my Qi Formation. The cultivation level of this Daluo Sword is certainly not weak."
Li Luoshe didn't look happy and replied quietly: "I have studied a little bit among the nine styles of Daluo Sword Technique."
"Oh, which nine postures are they?" the Confucian scholar asked with clear eyes and a smile.
"Severity, urgency, complexity and simplicity, far and near, vertical and horizontal, straight and straight, odd and straight, excess and lack, empty and true, nine forms of life and death."
The Confucian scholar looked surprised and praised: "Young master Li can actually master the three styles of profit and loss, virtuality and reality, and life and death. It is really unexpected. His sword skills are all in the same level. It seems that he is already at the level of everyone."
"There is no superiority or inferiority to the sword's intention. The sword's intention can be reached and the sword technique comes naturally. I am roughly familiar with nine styles, but I may not be as good as others who only master one style."
The Confucian scholar was astonished, his eyes flashed brightly, and he laughed and said: "Well said, Mr. Li has such good fortune at a young age, which is far better than when he was old and decayed. All actions are impermanent. This is the law of birth and death, law destroys life, and birth and death depend on each other.
, existence and non-being arise from each other, difficulty and ease complement each other, long and short complement each other, high and low complement each other, sounds harmonize each other, front and rear follow each other, so the mind is born with the knife, and it is destroyed with the knife, and vice versa. The laws of heaven, earth and human beings are natural, and this is the case.
Mr. Li, please remember that the knife is a sharp weapon, and the will is generated by itself. When the other side is born, it will be born, and when the other side is destroyed, it will be destroyed. You cannot force it."
Li Luo has been practicing swordsmanship for many years, but he has a special status. Apart from asking Duanmu Shenzhou for advice when he was in Zhuocheng, he rarely received advice from others. Even if it was not enlightenment, it was of great benefit to Li Luo.
Li Luocuo was stunned for a moment, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Li Luo has learned a lesson, thank you sir."
The Confucian scholar nodded and said with a smile: "There is no need to say thank you. As long as Mr. Li can take my ten moves, I will naturally not make things difficult for you again."
Li Luo slowly drew out the long knife and said softly: "Concubine Yun, please step back."
Concubine Yun stared at Li Luo with her pretty eyes, she hesitated to speak, and finally quietly took a few steps away, looking at Li Luo with concern on her face.
Li Luo's expression gradually turned cold, and a cold air gradually came out. Mixed with the mist, it was actually a bit biting. Li Luo's eyes became more and more indifferent, and he said coldly: "I wonder what kind of weapon the senior uses?"
"All my martial arts skills are in my hands, I have never used a weapon."
The Confucian scholar paused for a moment, then continued without saying anything: "I have only practiced three moves of Sanshou in my life. Ten moves is indeed too many. If Mr. Li can take my three moves, he will win."
But you have to be careful in the second battle, the master's beads are stronger than fine steel, and ordinary weapons cannot withstand them."
The monk behind the Confucian scholar sang a song and said loudly: "The monk just doesn't need Buddhist beads."
The Confucian scholar smiled and looked at Li Luo calmly. Li Luo's eyes tightened. At first, the monk called the Confucian scholar Mr. Yongda. Li Luo had a guess. Now he heard that he only practiced three moves of Sanshou. It was indeed what Duanmu Shenzhou mentioned back then.
A strange man in the martial arts world of Da Gan.
It is said that he has a close relationship with Dayin in the city. His martial arts are all in the three moves of Sanshou. In fact, he has surpassed the state of transformation. The moves are exquisite. They are exactly in line with the meaning of two in one life, three in two, and three in all things. Although it is only three moves.
, but it is endless.
During the Duanmu Shenzhou battle, I had never seen the true appearance of the third move Sanshou. In terms of prestige, the Confucian scholar in front of me was still above the Nine Lives Xiao Baisheng.
Li Luo took a long breath, and his sharpness became more obvious, and said: "I wonder if the three moves Sanshou practiced by my senior have a name?"
"Haha, although it exists, it's just that it's hard to reach the level of elegance. The three moves of Sanshou are called the first move, the second move and the third move."
Li Luo was not frightened and said slowly: "Thank you sir for telling me that among the thirteen styles of the Daluo Sword, I am good at life and death. Please don't show mercy, senior."
After saying that, he turned the long knife in his hand slightly, and the tip of the knife seemed to be moving. The murderous aura surged out wildly. The fog in the field was divided into two, as if there was an invisible wall of fog. For some reason, the fog beside Li Luo's body actually spread out.
It was getting heavier and heavier, slowly lying on the tip of the shoulder and the cold long knife. Even the white mist floating in the air seemed to be extremely difficult, stagnant and trapped, no longer as light and agile as before, and almost extinct.
But the white mist beside the Confucian scholar is very leisurely, still floating and playful, just like the Confucian scholar, leisurely and at ease.
Neither of them took the lead. The monk had an indifferent expression at first, but after half a moment, his expression gradually became serious.
A moment later, Li Luo and the Confucian scholar still made no move. The monk made a low noise and muttered to himself: "Strange talk, strange things."
Although he was quite distressed, he did not help.
Concubine Yun looked at the monk distractedly and felt slightly relieved when she saw that the monk had no intention of taking action.
After a moment, the fog seemed to lighten a little, and the Confucian scholar suddenly raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and pointed it in the empty space.
Li Luo grunted, took a step back, his face turned a bit paler, and the long knife in his hand made a crisp sound as it was split in the middle. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror. The broken blade fell to the ground and pierced into the earth and rocks at Li Luo's feet.
The wall of fog in front of the two people suddenly collapsed, and the white fog on both sides suddenly gathered towards the empty space in the middle. It was as if the white fog on Li Luo's side had lifted off a huge boulder, and flew out, connected with tornadoes.
Li Luo raised his eyebrows and shouted: "What a wonderful Sanshou player. Thank you, senior, for letting me do it."
Without waiting for the Confucian scholar to answer, he quickly stepped back, grabbed Yun Fei's waist, and swept across with the broken sword. His body seemed to be slow and real, and he followed the sword. An arrogant and domineering sword aura suddenly filled the forest.
The sword reflected the cold light, but it was stronger and more evil than before it was cut off. The tornado and white mist had not yet completely wrapped around each other, but suddenly split into two. The sword's light was bone-piercing, and it threw it at the Confucian scholar.
When the sword was raised, the sky and the earth suddenly lit up, and the pale color stuck to the ancient trees and weeds, and even the Confucian scholar's eyebrows were reflected like frost.
The expressions of both the Confucian scholar and the monk changed. This kind of sword power seemed to reverse life and death, cutting off the sky.
The unbearable look in the Confucian scholar's eyes flashed away, he sighed, made seals with his hands, withdrew his energy, brushed the broken edge of the sword, and opened a path. Li Luo's figure did not stop, and followed the sword, passing by the Confucian scholar.