Master of Great Calamity

After a night, Fang Yuan came to practice the sword in front of this barren palace again, but this time, he had a thought to see if the shadow would appear again. For this reason, he chose the place where he practiced the sword. In front of the temple, where the shadow appeared last night...

　　 But practicing, he gradually forgot this matter, and immersed himself in the cultivation of swordsmanship.

So it was all night again, when he was exhausted and sweaty stopped, it was midnight, quietly between heaven and earth, and the wind blowing in the surrounding grass and trees, the night wind blowing on the body, out A sweaty back made him feel cold, which made him slightly back to God, and inadvertently glanced into the Desolate Palace, and the whole person was slightly stunned.

　　 The shadow of the dancing sword appeared again, but this time, it was inside the Abandoned Palace.

　　Like the one I saw last night, holding a long sword, wanton swaying, the sword is deep, the change is unreasonable...

　　 This time Fang Yuan did not rush in to disturb, but looked quietly outside the hall.

After a long time, about the tea kung fu, the shadow of the dancing sword slowly faded. At the end, the faint vaguely, suddenly the sword was closed, but it turned into a spiritual light, and suddenly floated in. Within the Palace of Desolation, it disappeared.

　　 "Appeared for two consecutive nights, there must be something wrong..."

　　 Fang Yuan raised the long sword and stepped into the barren palace.

Although there is no half-light in the Palace of Famine, after all, Fang Yuan is already a three-layer cultivation practice of Qi. His eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, and he can vaguely see the layout inside. It is the same as when he first came. The empty barren palace, with mottled walls and decayed wooden pillars, stands in front of the hall, a statue of Taoist gods covered with dust, silent and majestic.

　　 And in other places, except for the broken dust account and a few rotten futons, there is nothing else at a glance.

　　 "Is it the Taoist deity who saw me practise the sword, and indulged in pointing me?"

　　 Fang Yuan thought, climbed to the front of the idol, knocked on it, banged, and rejected it in his heart.

　　 "The idol is still an idol after all, there is no spirituality, there is something weird about this..."

　　Thinking like this, he found it again in the hall, but after a long search, he found nothing. At this time, the night outside the palace was deep, and five fingers were not reached. The night wind blew, and the grass was slanting and chaotic, like a ghost crying, very desolate. There is a reason for appearing, how can I sleep at night without finding its roots!

　　 "Even if you are a ghost, I have to dig your grave..."

Fang Yuan thought about it, and he searched inch by inch. Finally, on the left side of the idol, he found a ground blue brick cracked. Unlike other places, he returned to his room, took an oil lamp, and found another one. The shovel was dug up on the ground, about seven or eight feet deep, but the shovel hit a hard object. Fang Yuan noticed in his heart and took the oil lamp to take a closer look.

　　 saw it underground, and actually buried a stone tablet with words on it.

　　 Fang Yuan condensed his breath, carefully wiped off the dirt on the monument, and suddenly hesitated slightly: "No missing sword sutra?"

On the stele, there are blood stains on the stone, and the writing is sharp, like the sword is carved, it is exactly four large characters, and every stroke and every stroke seems to contain a mysterious power. When the oil lamp approaches the stele, the flames Suddenly shaking, there was no wind in the pit, but it was screamed by the blowing, as if it was spurred by the sword gas contained in the writing on the stele...

　　 "This stone tablet must have some relationship with the ghost of sword practice..."

　　 Fang Yuan intuitively felt a sense of familiarity from that handwriting.

　　 saw the word, it was invisible, like the ghost of the sword practice before!

He settled down slightly, and continued to dig with the shovel. After half an hour, he finally saw the real chapter. The entire Zhangyu stone was revealed, and no one was buried here. I only saw it. Mysteriously, many small characters are carved!

　　 Fang Yuan put down the shovel, read it carefully for a moment, and gradually rounded his eyes.

　　 "Go into battle like a soldier in the field, and the river will stop flowing!"

　　 "Like the thunder, the mountain collapses!"

　　 "If you close the Hengjiang, Qianfan will not cross!"

　　 "Looking like ghosts and ghosts, no shadow under the candle!"

　　 "......"

The stone tablet is engraved, it really is a sword scripture. At the first reading, he can't distinguish the true meaning of this scripture, and he can only feel it faintly. It seems that what is said in this sword scripture is all about the practice of kendo. Some content is hard to understand, profound and profound!

Now that he had practiced swords every day, the sword spectrum taught to him by Xiao Chili was endlessly pondering, almost obsessed. Now that he suddenly saw a sword sutra, he continued to read it subconsciously, but he felt more and more. Shocked, more and more confused...

This is indeed a sword classic, with a profound mystery and a brilliant mind. Fang Yuan, who has been thinking hard about how to practice a sword for more than a month, feels like seeing a new world, but although it is a sword classic, there are some Contradictions and paradoxes, especially on a large wall, although they are all filled with text, but in the end, it is clearly unfinished, abruptly stopped, the aftertaste has not disappeared!

　　If you really want to talk about it, although its name is "Wuqi", this can only be regarded as a broken sword classic!

"Qingyang Sect is the great ancestor of the world. The immortal method is unpredictable. Presumably this is the perfect sword scripture. It is also one of the methods of Qingyang Sect's swordsmanship. Sure enough, the truth is very good. Presumably there will be a whole book in the Tibetan Buddhist Temple..."

Now that Fang Yuan entered the Immortal Gate very early, he was very abiding by the rules. Leng Bingdeng saw such a sword scripture. Although he was very itchy, he didn’t dare to practice at will, because Qingyang Sect had rules and rules. As a disciple of Xianmen, What method to practice, and what path to take, it is necessary to report to the sect gate and get permission. Otherwise, it will violate the rules of the gate, and the practice will be abolished at will, and a small life will be lost at worst.

But a little pepper just told him not long ago that martial arts is not in this case, then practicing this sword scripture would not be a violation of the rules of the door. After more than a month of hard work, he had a real stomach problem at this time. When she asked about the little chili, she refused to give me any guidance, which made Fang Yuan feel itchy. Now that she saw the sword scripture, it was like a hungry ghost seeing a fat chicken, and a bachelor saw a pretty widow...

　　 "It's just a matter of taking a general course, and solving my doubts, shouldn't it be?"

　　Thinking in his heart, he no longer thought much, but slowly looked at it.

　　The unbroken sword sutra carved on the stone tablet, there are three volumes before and after.

　　 Fang originally studied it carefully, and found that the first part of the first volume of this Jian Jing is about the principle of kendo.

　　 There is no specific sword move, only the interpretation of the sword and sword.

There is no doubt that this kind of sword scripture has some meaning on paper, but for Fang Yuan, what is missing is not a sword move, but only an understanding and guidance of kendo, so when he suddenly saw the foremost truth in this sword scripture It can be said that it is the initiation of God, since this period of time, because of the painstaking practice of sword moves, and without the doubt of accumulating half an inch, a lot of problems have been solved instantly...

　　 It can be said that just a few words have improved his comprehension on kendo.

　　 This kind of feeling is like a blind man suddenly opened his eyes and saw the world of flowers.

　　 But in the second half of the first volume, my mind has gradually become mysterious~www.NovelMTL.com~, I can't even understand it directly.

And what makes Fang Yuan most unintelligible is that this sword sutra, as described in it, seems to contradict each other. It seems that the person who wrote these mental methods has many doubts and puzzles, so he just simply thought Just want to record it!

If you change someone else, there is no way to deal with it. Unless you understand your swordsmanship, and you are higher than the person who wrote the inexhaustible sword sutra, you can get out of these self-contradictory and chaotic sword sutras. After sorting out a clue, Fang Yuan was different. After careful consideration for a day, he finally couldn't help it, and in a night, he once again performed the technique of "Tianzhen"!

　　The three thousand avenues melt into one furnace, and the mind holds one technique!

　　The technique of Tian Lai, which contains all things, is best at pushing the clearest results from a chaos.

　　 Of course, it takes spirit stone to perform the technique of pushing.

　　 Fang Yuan is now poor, although there are still several spirit stones on his body, but he can't use it.

Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, he decided to save the spirit stone and consume his own mind to push, and ended up with a terrible ending. His head was dizzy, his body seemed to be hollowed out, and he fell asleep for a whole day. I woke up, but after waking up, I felt the clear comprehension of the kendo and the profound insights of the righteousness in my mind, and I felt worth it.

　　 The first volume in the incomplete Jian Jing already had a very clear result in his mind.

　　Countless mysterious swordsmanships are clearly printed in his soul!

　　 "It turns out that I have practiced wrong before..."

　　 secretly speculated, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, by the way, he wanted to pull the little pepper over and beat it.

　　 "This dead girl lied to me so hard..."