Xiao He and Nangong Wan did not find Yang Ye in the Chuan Gong Hall. They looked at each other and then left the Chuan Gong Hall.
"I haven't seen Yang Ye for a day. Did something happen?"
Nangong Wan said and walked directly down the mountain. Xiao He thought for a while, "Let's go to his accommodation and have a look. Maybe he encountered something and was delayed."
With this in mind, the two of them went directly to the foot of the mountain and found Yang Ye's residence. Xiao He walked out first and knocked on the door.
"Yang Ye, it's me."
Xiao He knocked on the door but received no response. There was no sound in the room. Then Xiao He knocked on the door again.
But still no response.
At this time, Xiao He became anxious, but there was a formation on the door, and the other disciples could not directly break into other people's residences. This was considered a violation of the sect rules.
So Xiao He could only shout outside the door, and until half an hour later, the two of them did not get a response from Yang Ye.
There was no other way, Nangong Wan could only leave a letter to Yang Ye and put it in front of the door, and then left with Xiao He.
…
At night.
On a hidden mountain peak, Yang Ye sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the dead mountains and rivers in the night.
"Been beaten?"
Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind Yang Ye.
Yang Ye turned his head when he heard the words and saw that the person coming was a man wearing a black robe and a mask, "Master?"
Yang Ye slowly stood up as he spoke, but the severe pain in his abdomen made him shudder.
The visitor looked at Yang Ye and said, "Why don't you fight back?"
Yang Ye lowered his head, "It's useless to fight back even though you know you're outmatched. Instead of just inflicting more wounds, it's better to do nothing. They will leave naturally when they find it boring."
The man in black robe slowly came to Yang Ye's side, "Are you afraid of death?"
Yang Ye nodded, "Afraid."
"Are you soft-hearted when you see blood?"
The man in black robe asked again, and Yang Ye just nodded as he answered before, "Be soft-hearted."
"waste."
The man in black robe also came to the edge of the cliff as he spoke, "But people are like this, sometimes they are extremely fragile and sometimes they are extremely strong."
"Strong people always have something to rely on, and weak people always have nothing to rely on. So people can't live without relying on something."
"Some people rely on strength, some rely on power, some rely on wealth, some rely on appearance, some rely on friends, some rely on relatives, and some have nothing, so they make mistakes, fall for themselves, and become demons with just one thought."
"If you were given someone to rely on, what would you most want to rely on?"
Yang Ye did not hesitate, but answered decisively: "Myself."
The man in black robe grinned when he heard this, "That's a fair answer, but do you know why the ethereal root cannot be cultivated?"
Yang Ye thought for a while, "Because the ethereal root is the missing body, there is a big hole in the spiritual sea. No matter how you gather the spiritual energy, it will be nothing."
The man in black robe shook his head, "You only mentioned one of them. The ethereal root is the mutation of the celestial spirit root. In the ancient times, there were many ethereal roots. However, at that time, the ethereal root was considered to be stronger than the celestial spirit."
root."
"This is because the spiritual sea of the ethereal root is much larger than that of the celestial spirit root, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is also the same. That is a level that the celestial spirit root cannot reach."
"The reason why the ethereal root cannot be cultivated in today's era is actually because of the lack of a genius treasure. This is the main reason why ethereal root cannot be cultivated in today's era."
Yang Ye was stunned for a moment, "Genius treasure?"
The man in black robe nodded, "I would like to ask you, what should I do if a hole appears in the sky?"
Yang Ye thought for a while, "Block it?"
The man in black robe turned his head and said, "Isn't it the same with the Void Spiritual Root? If your clothes are torn, sew them up, make up for any shortcomings, and plug any holes."
Yang Ye was stunned for a moment, "But the Linghai can be seen but not touched, how should we block it?"
Hearing this, the man in black robe slowly raised his right hand, and saw a colorless crystal suddenly emerge from his palm, "That's it."
As the man in black robe finished speaking, he instantly stretched out his right hand and slapped the colorless crystal directly into Yang Ye's abdomen!
Then he saw his palm turn and circle directly on Yang Ye's abdomen, as if he had dissolved some invisible object.
Yang Ye only felt a warm current slowly spreading in his abdomen.
"Master, what is this?"
The man in black robe didn't say much, he just slowly stretched out his right hand and said, "It's a little short, try to absorb the spiritual energy."
Yang Ye didn't hesitate when he heard the words, he sat down cross-legged and started to continuously transform the spiritual energy around his body, and he didn't stop until half a quarter of an hour later.
"The spiritual energy is still disintegrating, but the disintegration speed has slowed down, at least ten times slower than before."
The man in black robe didn't change his expression when he heard this, "This is just the beginning, don't be stunned, stand up."
Yang Ye quickly stood up and saw the man in black robe suddenly threw an iron sword. There was no charm on it, it was just an ordinary iron sword.
After that, the man in black robe also took out an iron sword.
"What do you think the true meaning of kendo is?"
Yang Ye thought for a while, "Move?"
The man in black robe shook his head, "Wrong, you are absolutely wrong. The true meaning of swordsmanship is actually only three words, fast, ruthless, and accurate. No matter whether you are an immortal or an immortal, as long as you practice these three words to the extreme, you can be good at swordsmanship."
Reach the pinnacle of perfection.”
"Today's world is a world of swordsmen. One sword is fast and the other is fast. Only by being one step ahead of others can you always have the upper hand."
Yang Ye thought for a while, "How fast?"
Hearing this, the man in black robe slowly raised the sword in his hand, and then took the sword in an instant. At that moment, Yang Ye only felt that his eyes were blurred, and he didn't even see a shadow.
In his opinion, the sword in the black-robed man's hand did not move at all.
Boom!!!
But at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from in front of him. Yang Ye's eyes widened and he saw that the endless mountains in the distance were cut in half with a sword!
Seeing this, the man in black robe slowly sheathed his sword, "If you want to be fast, you must first understand that there is no fastest in this world, only faster."
"There is no limit to speed. The wind is silent, but the human eye can grasp it. Light has no shadow and cannot be penetrated by the human eye. Ordinary people regard the sword as the ultimate, and think that the speed that can surpass the speed of light is the fastest speed."
"But you don't have to go to this point, you just need to be faster than your own shadow, and that's enough."
Faster than your own shadow?
Yang Ye's eyes widened. As the saying goes, a shadow follows you. No matter how fast you are, your shadow will always follow you.
Therefore, transcending the shadow is simply impossible.
The man in black robe raised his sword, "I have been searching for the sword under the moonlight for hundreds of years. There is no one in the world who has a sword that can be one step faster than mine, so I will practice with my own shadow."
"Thus, I realized the fastest sword technique in the world, the Shadow Chasing Sword Technique."