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Volume 1 The Great Wudang Master Chapter 89 Soul!

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    The third update, please collect and recommend!  Member clicks!  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zhan Lu has been with me for a long time. He defeated Tianlin Village from the beginning.  From the beginning of the banditry, he relied on Zhan Lu. In any case, Zhan Lu actually saved his life many times. Without Zhan Lu, his strength would be greatly reduced.  The four saints fought against Fang Lin together. Fang Lin found it difficult, but they knew that all Fang Lin needed was pressure, so they all stopped.  Fang Lin carefully felt the Zhanlu in his hands. He still didn't feel the so-called god. He couldn't feel that Fang Lin was alive.  There is a God and a soul in the sword, so it can be called a divine sword. But why can¡¯t I find out the God and the soul in it?  "Because your sword has not grown with you." Pang Dun said.  "Your sword moves are all given by the system. Zhan Lu did not accompany you to grow." Fang Lin had some understanding again. Indeed, Zhan Lu did not accompany him to improve. So, his feelings for Zhan Lu  , it¡¯s not as profound as others!  At this moment, Fang Lin's whole body was soaked. There was more and more water on the Taoist robe, and his body felt heavier and heavier. Only now did he realize that Zhanlu was really unfamiliar to him. He didn't understand Zhanlu yet, and he didn't understand Zhanlu yet.  Don¡¯t know Zhanlu.  Fang Lin's sword power is getting more and more fierce and powerful. To deal with the ordinary early stage innates, it is no problem to hit two or three by himself, but these are saints, and their strength cannot be evaluated based on superficial appearance.  ¡°What does Zhanlu mean to me?  Partner? I don¡¯t feel this way, tool?  That's not to say that I learned sword moves, but I didn't learn the persistence and understanding of the sword.  At this time, Fang Lin suddenly remembered a scene. Back then, Sanquan and Sanxin were only ten years old and they were still playing around. He was already thirteen, and compared to them, he was much more sensible. Zhang Sanfeng was indeed a good boy.  A Taoist priest was cooking, and Zhang Sanfeng was helping.  Yi Yuan Lao Dao's cooking skills are truly unparalleled, and the most surprising thing about Yi Yuan Lao Dao is his knife skills. The speed with which he cuts vegetables amazed the young Zhang Sanfeng. He could cut carrots so thin.  Just like cicada wings, and his sword skills are very beautiful, just like butterflies flying.  Zhang Sanfeng asked: "Master, why are your sword skills so good?" The old Taoist priest Yi Yuan smiled kindly and said: "The more you touch it, the more you will naturally have feelings. Once you have feelings, you will become more comfortable. Once you become more comfortable, you will become more proficient.  Naturally, you can do whatever you want." Zhang Sanfeng nodded in understanding. He only knew that it was his first time to use a kitchen knife, and he almost hurt his hand, so he didn't feel much.  Fang Lin recalled Zhang Sanfeng¡¯s memories. He already knew that Yi Yuan Tao must be good at martial arts. This time, he felt that Yi Yuan Tao¡¯s words seemed to open a door for him.  Yes, if you use it a lot, you will naturally develop feelings and become proficient.  Fang Lin has been using Zhanlu for half a year, which is considered a long time. He is naturally proficient and comfortable. If he changes to another sword, it may not be so smooth, but what happens after he becomes comfortable?  Fang Lin was thinking, the moves in his hand were a little messy.  Fang Lin felt more and more defeated by the four of them. He thanked him slightly and sat down to continue thinking.  In that battle just now, he relied on his perfect swordsmanship, strong internal strength, and Zhanlu's sharpness.  It can be said that Zhan Lu is part of his strength. He relies on Zhan Lu many times.  Because after using it for a long time, it will become comfortable and familiar, and it will have a kind of emotion, just like a child biting a pacifier for a long time. If you don't let him bite this pacifier in the future, he will cry instinctively.  Fang Lin looked at Zhan Lu in front of him, maybe his feelings for the sword are the key?  Fang Lin felt a little crazy. He knew that he lacked the experience of practicing sword practice from scratch!  So, Fang Lin raised Zhanlu and began to dance casually, using sword control skills to move the sword with his breath without touching it with his hands.  As for Dugu Nine Swords, I saw the black shadow dancing the sword, and gained a deep understanding, so I didn't practice it from scratch.  At this moment, he seemed to be creating his own sword technique, and he seemed to be wielding it randomly. Sometimes, Zhan Lu would even cut himself!  Fang Lin felt the feeling of Zhan Lu cutting himself, and the feeling of his own blood flowing down Zhan Lu! Yes, it was like holding a kitchen knife for the first time. He was not proficient, so he cut his hand. He had just practiced.  Isn¡¯t it the same for people with swords?  Fang Lin felt his wounds and looked at his blood, feeling more and more enlightened.  He is also becoming more and more certain that Zhan Lu has a soul that belongs to him!  I am almost touching it, just a little short of enlightenment!  Slowly, as the night progressed, Kong Ya looked at the sky and flew away.  Everyone else isLooking at Fang Lin, Fang Lin's next opponent is the number one genius of the Dayu Dynasty, Lei Yuan. At this moment, Fang Lin is in such a state. The next competition will be very troublesome!  Fang Lin felt that the feeling was not enough. He actually raised Zhan Lu like a madman and cut his left palm directly!  Fang Lin felt the coldness on the sword and the hotness of his own blood. Holding Zhanlu in his hand, the feeling of blood connection became stronger and stronger.  Fang Lin raised Zhan Lu, but he didn¡¯t move, just held Zhan Lu.  There is a god in Zhanlu and a soul in Zhanlu. Can you find it yourself?  No!  According to the technology of the previous life, swords are definitely non-living things. Even if this is a world of high martial arts, it is impossible to break this rule. So, what is wrong, what is wrong?  Fang Lin thought, and slowly, Fang Lin stood up and murmured: "The sword is a dead thing, the sword is a dead thing, haha, I understand, I understand!" "I understand, the sword is death.  Object! That¡¯s right, the sword is just a dead object!¡± The other saints didn¡¯t understand, how could this be the case.  "He's enlightened." Heiying rarely smiled, but his smile felt very stiff.  Guangming said: "Indeed, he is really a genius, not inferior to the genius of my disciples!" Yes, the sword is a dead thing, but so what, as long as you have feelings for the sword, then in your heart, the sword will be  There is life, and you can treat it as life. It is similar to the idea of ??idealism. Everything depends on one mind!  The old Taoist Yi Yuan is right, if you use it too much, you will have feelings, and this feeling, placed on things, is the soul of things!  Fang Lin smiled maniacally. At this moment, Zhanlu was held in his hand. He felt that feeling and experienced that emotion. He wanted to understand his own feeling.  "Back then, with his own strength and one sword, he could stand up to the heroes of the world. I think he can do the same," Guangming said in a low voice.  The shadow nodded and melted into the darkness again.  Fang Lin pulled out Zhanlu and stroked it quietly. He seemed to feel the rhythm of Zhanlu.  Fang Lin flicked his fingers, ding¡ª¡ª, and a sword sound resounded throughout the entire martial arts training ground, as if it was the joyful cry of a new life!
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