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Text Chapter 264: Test your sword and mess up your mind

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    The white-haired old man's "chopsticks" didn't look like the ones he made just now. They were so fast that you couldn't see anything in just a blink of an eye.  At this time, the speed at which the bamboo chopsticks flew towards Yu He's throat Lianquan point was comparable to that of an ordinary person throwing something away. For sword cultivators, this speed of drawing the sword was deliberately slowed down.  The bamboo chopsticks and Yu He were about four feet apart, which was enough to write a good article.  In kendo, the move performed by the white-haired old man is called "Asking the Sword", which means that although he makes the first move, he is trying to test it. After seeing clearly how the opponent moves to meet him, he can then evolve the corresponding back move.  To dismantle.  Therefore, the first half of the posture is "questioning", which is designed to induce the opponent to draw his sword and ask about the opponent's sword posture.  In the second half of the "Questioning" stance, the front stance is quickly changed according to the opponent's response moves. From the various rear-hand changes hidden in the "Questioning" stance, a move can be chosen that can just restrain the opponent's sword force, in order to prescribe the right medicine.  Defeat the enemy and win.  This "asking sword" style is usually only used in two situations: one is when the master is giving instructions to a junior, or the two people are far apart in swordsmanship, and it is not a life-or-death fight, then the one with the more advanced swordsmanship is the one with the highest swordsmanship.  You can use the "Ask the Sword" style to win properly and see the opponent's path clearly; secondly, the two people have very different sword techniques. One is to use fast to control slow and attack to defend, and the other is to use slow to attack.  If defense is used instead of attack, the side that is good at attacking with fast swords will often use this "asking the sword" style to test the opponent's approach, so as to avoid their own offensive being dragged by the opponent's defense.  The white-haired old man used this sword style naturally for the former reason.  If he really wanted to kill Yu He, the sword he struck just now would not have just scratched a layer of skin, but would have passed through Yu He's forehead.  When this "chopstick" stabs, the previous stance is the first of the "Nine Sword Techniques": the stabbing technique.  Regardless of whether you are an ordinary swordsman or a Taoist swordsman, the first move you learn to practice with a sword is this mediocre stab.  But coming from the hands of the white-haired old man, this thorn has the wonderful effect of returning to nature.  With Yu He's "sword reading skills" that had already entered the room at this time, he could not see how many variables were hidden behind the white-haired old man's stab. He saw that the tip of the bamboo chopsticks trembled slightly, and it seemed that it might evolve into anything in the world.  This kind of sword power makes it impossible for people to find the empty door where the stab is struck.  In fact, every sword style must have its flaws, and the "Questioning Sword" style is no exception. It just makes the swordsman's cultivation and vision different. And the swordsmanship of this white-haired old man is better than Yu's.  He didn't know how many times he had become more sophisticated, so Yu He couldn't see the flaw at all.  Since you can't see the flaw, you can't take advantage of it and can only dismantle it according to the situation.  Just before the white-haired old man drew his sword, he also said that this move was like a sword confrontation with Yu He, which meant that he had the intention of confronting others head-on and wanted to test how much real skill Yu He had with his sword.  Yu He knew in his heart that this white-haired old man was probably an expert invited by Wei Xingge to evaluate his skills.  But since it is an assessment, he will make a decision after the sword test. If he is satisfied with the sword, Wei Xingge will probably continue to win over him, and then there will be some maneuvering; but if this sword  If you can't catch it, then in the next moment you will be like the log pillar behind you, leaving a transparent hole, and your body will die.  What¡¯s more, the white-haired old man had already ridiculed him for being too courageous in the first sword attack.  Yu He understood that this second sword was really the last sword before King Yama wrote.  Your life is at stake, and you must not take it lightly.  Yu He gritted his teeth and made up his mind: since there is no flaw, then let¡¯s change it!  I saw that his bamboo chopsticks flew out without letting go. He swung the end of the bamboo chopsticks and extended it with his wrist, and stabbed it out flatly, towards the white-haired old man's bamboo chopsticks.  The white-haired old man's back move was hidden, but Yu He's bamboo chopsticks turned into phantoms as many as thirty-six celestial beings in the void.  In this thrust, he used all the thirty-six most powerful sword techniques recorded in the Taixuan Dian of the Luo Xiao Sword Sect Sect, and from each sword technique, he picked out the most condensed sword techniques.  With the essence of the sword's intention, the thirty-six swords all melted into this mediocre stab, heading towards the white-haired old man's bamboo chopsticks.  To those who are not practicing swordsmanship, the white-haired old man's stab was ordinary, but Yu He's stab was truly extraordinary.  When he made a move, it seemed as if thirty-six sword masters were attacking at the same time, each showing their exquisite swordsmanship and attacking the white-haired old man's bamboo chopsticks.  Even Wei Xingge, who was watching the sword next to him, was dazzled by what he saw. He secretly gave Yu He a thumbs up and applauded.  But the corner of the white-haired old man's mouth evoked a sarcastic smile.  Just watch him gently lift the index finger of his right hand, and the bamboo chopsticks flying in the air paused slightly. The tips of the chopsticks swayed, and in an instant, seventy-two phantoms of Earthly Evil evolved. These phantoms only fleetingly disappeared, but  In Yu He's eyes, it was like seventy-two lightning bolts and thunder.  These seventy-two sword movements are all strong and concise, although most of them are not as good as the Taixuandian three sword techniques.They are so profound and mysterious, but these sword moves can restrain the thirty-six sword moves used by Yu He, and one of them is a breaking move, and the other one is hurtful.  The flat thrust of the bamboo chopsticks remained unchanged, like a finishing touch. If Zhen Yu He stopped changing his moves, after the thirty-six swords had exhausted their power and left his body covered with bruises, this flat thrust would be the final one.  Throat, a fatal blow!  The sword move was about to be launched, and it was already a certain defeat. Yu He's wrists stiffened, and the shadows on the bamboo chopsticks disappeared.  But at this moment, the bamboo chopsticks thrust out by the white-haired old man were already less than two feet away from Yu He's throat. He could no longer think about it and could only take out the trump card at the bottom of the box.  Yu He flicked his wrist, and all his true energy penetrated into the bamboo chopsticks. He took the bamboo chopsticks away and received them, and still stabbed straight at the white-haired old man's bamboo chopsticks.  Yu He changed his tactics, and the white-haired old man's expression finally changed.  I saw the great master of swordsmanship widening his eyes, and his pupils were shining with light, as if he had glimpsed something extremely interesting.  Looking at the bamboo chopsticks that Yu He stabbed at him, they actually left a series of afterimages in the void, and these afterimages were really strange. They did not freeze in the air, but instead chased Yu He's bamboo chopsticks.  They stabbed the white-haired old man's bamboo chopsticks together.  This time with swords, the dangers and subtleties are complicated, but the actual attack can only be made in an instant.  Hearing a "puff" sound, the bamboo chopsticks in Yu He's hand finally collided with the bamboo chopsticks shot by the white-haired old man. The hundreds of afterimages chasing Yu He's bamboo chopsticks also stabbed Bai at the same time in an instant.  The tip of an old man's bamboo chopsticks.  I saw the white-haired old man's chopsticks starting to break from the tip, and the pieces were torn into slender bamboo strands and scattered, and then they were shaken into fine powder by Yu He's powerful true energy.  The chopsticks in Yu He's hand were as powerful as breaking bamboo, like an iron drill driven into the bamboo wood. It broke the white-haired old man's bamboo chopsticks and hit the white-haired old man's face instead.  The white-haired old man snorted coldly, and a strange light flashed from the fingertips of his right hand.  He twisted his index and middle fingers together and rubbed them vigorously on his thumb, as if making a silent snap.  There was a soft "click" sound, and his bamboo chopsticks were broken in the middle.  Although the first half of the chopsticks was shattered by Yu He, the second half of the chopsticks twisted and twisted to avoid the sharp edge of Yu He's sword. It turned hardness into softness and used the word "tangle" on Yu He's bamboo chopsticks.  Go around a few times.  I saw Yu He¡¯s indestructible stab, but the white-haired old man used a half piece of bamboo chopsticks to avoid the real thing and twist it, and then it was easily and skillfully resolved.  Yu He's bamboo chopsticks were sharp at the tip, but the old man twisted the chopstick pole into seven or eight pieces using the "tang" technique. This time, the stabbing force in front became rootless water and rootless wood, leaving only half an inch.  The long tip of the chopsticks was blown gently by the white-haired old man and rolled down on the table.  Yu He did not control the bamboo chopsticks with Yuan Shen's sword skills, so the small half that fell down could not exert any force.  But the old man's three-inch-long bamboo chopsticks not only crushed Yu He's bamboo chopsticks, but still had enough energy to stab Yu He's throat at the Lianquan point.  Yu He had no choice but to flick his finger and shattered half of the white-haired old man's chopsticks.  Fortunately, the half of the chopsticks had already been exhausted, otherwise if the sword attached to the chopsticks was activated, Yu He's fingers would definitely be unprotected.  However, despite this, Yu He also felt as if his fingers were flicked on the steel projectiles. His fingertips were sore, numb, and painful, and he almost lost consciousness.  The white-haired old man's sword energy was like a poisonous snake biting Yu He's finger. The blazing energy was like a red-hot iron wire inserted into the meridians, traveling in the opposite direction and directly attacking the heart.  "No!" Yu He gritted his teeth fiercely, summoned up his true energy and poured it into the meridians of his right arm. The innate five directions and five elements' true energy collided with the white-haired old man's sword energy at the hand Wuli acupuncture point of the hand Yangming Meridian, and he heard "chi  "La!" There was a sound of tearing silk, and Yu He's entire right sleeve turned into rags and flew away. The Wuli point on his hand swelled and became hot. A blood arrow flew out and splashed on the wooden wall, leaving a knife mark.  Deep marks like sword cuts.  "It's interesting!" The white-haired old man stared at Yu He with bright eyes, and then looked at the tip of his right index finger. The nail had cracked a small crack, and there was faint blood oozing from it.  The white-haired old man forced out a stiff smile and said to Yu He, "Boy, you are qualified to learn the sword from me!" Yu He gasped for ten times before he managed to calm down.  He never expected that there would be such a huge flaw in this divine sword. The white-haired old man could avoid the sharp edge and twist the sword, and the entire sword power would disappear.  And when the sword energy entered Yu He's body, the screams of countless people could be heard in Yu He's ears. Until he forced the white-haired old man's sword energy out of his body, the soul-shaking hissing sound was still heard for a long time.  "What kind of swordsmanship does this old man practice?"  "Hey! Swordsmen, soldiers, are originally deadly weapons. Swordsmanship is the method of killing, and the way of the sword is the way of killing. Idiots, don't be obsessed with it!" A word from the white-haired old man.Hearing it in Yu He's ears was like the voice of Hong Zhong and Da Lu.  In an instant, Yu He's body shook violently, and his eyes were filled with confusion.  The sword is the best among soldiers, but no one can deny that the sword is always a deadly weapon.  No matter what kind of universe it evolves from, swordsmanship is always a method of handling swords. And these methods of handling swords, no matter how lofty their artistic conception and how profound their thoughts, are indeed for the purpose of wielding swords.  Born to kill the enemy and win. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Sword cultivators, who have entered Taoism from swords, and who practice one sword all their lives, and cultivate a breath of sword energy, aren¡¯t they pursuing exquisite swordsmanship and the sharpness of their swords?  So what is the purpose of the exquisite swordsmanship and the sharpness of the sword? In the final analysis, is it not to fight with others and win them standing?  Could it be that the way of sword is the way of killing?  If you don't kill, what's the use of practicing the sword?  "What's the use of practicing swords!" In Yu He's sea of ????consciousness, at this time, dark clouds were pressing in, thunder was surging, and huge waves were surging into the sky. He muttered to himself, not remembering the old devil Wei and the white-haired old man in front of him, but he kept repeating them over and over again.  I searched my heart again and again, trying to find an answer, or even pray for an excuse.  The white-haired old man looked at Yu He with a smile. He nodded lightly towards Wei Xingge. Wei Laomo immediately filled a bowl of wine for the white-haired old man.  Wei Xingge was laughing in his stomach when he saw Yu He was so confused by what the white-haired old man said.  You must know that those who practice swordsman want a sharp intention like a sword in their chest. If they have misconceptions about the way of the sword, the original sword energy will disintegrate on its own, and all the cultivation will be wasted.  At this moment, Yu He was at this juncture. Wei Xingge knew that if Yu He were allowed to continue thinking hard, there would be two completely different results: either Yu He would have an epiphany due to his great wisdom and discover the truth.  After understanding the foundation of the sword, he will step into the realm of the clear heart of the sword, and his Tao practice will reach a higher level; or Yu He will fall into the denial of the sword and be unable to extricate himself.  , but a useless person who can no longer use it.  "The Demonic Way and the Sword Way are all one of the three thousand avenues, but climbing to the Immortal Pass is the avenue. Why should Junior Brother Yu disturb himself?" Wei Xingge smiled and filled a bowl of wine for Yu He.  He knew that he couldn't let Yu He's thinking come to a conclusion at this time. It had finally disturbed his mind, so he should use words to guide his mind and take the opportunity to take him under his command.  Then Wei Xingge spoke in harmony: "Brother Yu was negligent. This senior's name is Luo Xiu. He is the master of swordsmanship in the Nine Provinces, or I dare not say that he is the leading figure in the world of swordsmanship.  But he must be among the top three. Senior Luo Xiu is neither a Taoist nor a demonic sect. He only cares about the Tao of the Self. He has been immersed in the ultimate truth of swordsmanship for nearly a thousand years, so he lives in a simple way. You may have never heard of him.  However, Junior Brother Yu, you have met a disciple taught by Senior Luo Xiu in the past. That person was nicknamed "Jian Can Ke" and his Buddhist name was Chu Mingzi. He once walked with Brother Yu and appeared in Qiaoshan, Dingyang, Kyoto.  "I wonder if junior brother still remembers that person?" "Sword Canke Chu Mingzi!" Yu He was surprised when he heard the name.  The peerless swordsman who has no limbs but is only half a step away from reaching the level of "Returning Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect" is actually the disciple trained by this white-haired old man in the past?  So how powerful is this white-haired old man's swordsmanship?  Wei Xingge saw that Yu He was really shocked, so he struck while the iron was hot and said: "Brother Yu knows that junior brother is confused at this time, but since senior Luo Xiu can point out the foundation of swordsmanship in one sentence, and he has cultivated to such a state, why  Can't you point out a clear path for your junior brother?" Yu He suddenly raised his head and looked at the white-haired old man, and the white-haired old man, Master Luo Xiu, was also looking at Yu He.  Suddenly, Yu He saw the boundless sea of ??blood from the eyes of the white-haired old man. Even the three bowls of wine on the table turned scarlet, and they looked like three bowls of boiling blood.  Wei Xingge picked up his wine bowl, waved it towards Yu He and said, "Junior brother, Brother Yu, I'll give you another bowl." In a daze, Yu He slowly stretched out his hand and picked up the bowl full of blood.  An ordinary strong drink was brought closer to his mouth.  At this time, the smile of the white-haired old man was reflected in the blood, which was indescribably weird.
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