Fan Jing had just finished smashing all Lin Qian's wine, and when he turned around, he saw him playing with fire indoors——

What kind of lord is this? He is clearly a naughty kid! What is he burning? Fighting to grab it, his sword manual "Bai Family Changqing Collection" ah ah ah!

Fan Jing almost collapsed and immediately gave up the idea of ​​asking Lin Qian to save him and go downstairs...

The day after he retired from the battlefield, Lin Qian fell seriously ill.

Probably due to the injuries and pain caused by Han Shu's death last year, the outbreak of the disease at the same time made a person like Lin Qian, who relied on his own health, feel terrible about the sudden onset of illness. He usually felt that Fan Jing was noisy and avoided medical treatment, so he was sick.

It was so serious that even he couldn't help but go to Fan Jing and hurriedly asked for help.

Drink the medicine, but it won’t work if you don’t drink it. If you don’t drink it, you will feel sad. The feeling is not pain, but dizziness. People in the world will get seasick and motion sickness. Only he feels dizzy on the ground. As long as he keeps his feet on the ground, he will feel dizzy. He has to lie down weakly to feel better. In fact, drinking medicine makes him feel better.

It's also a psychological effect, I feel more comfortable when I lie down.

Until one day, he was lying on the bed like a corpse. Suddenly he felt that he was not so dizzy. He loosened his hands and stretched his eyebrows, as if he had finally gained relief - when you are not sick, any part of your body can

They are all unconscious and healthy as if they don't exist.

; When you start to get sick, there will be pain in this part, making you feel its existence; but after becoming terminally ill, this part will return to unconsciousness, as if it does not exist at all. Just like he is now, he does not need Fan Jing to save his life.

All the limbs and bones disappeared in a trance.

This was a failure, he knew it.

The terrible trough of life, I know clearly that I can't get over it because I am blocked by the peak. If I can get over it, it must be a peak, but I don't know how to get over it.

He once again did not dare to hold the blade, and returned to the painful feeling of frustration when Qianxi first became possessed. How to hold it, how many more people will be killed indiscriminately? How many more comrades will be harmed? How many more divisions will be made between the soul and the body?

Far?

It turns out that the Yinhen Knife's request to "forget both things and myself" is what it means. It requires the knife owner to completely forget his original self before he can follow the knife obediently. Finally, it goes against his original intention!?

In the past, he learned from Liu Wujin, Bai Lufei, Cha Weng and others that there are two types of sword-man fusion, one is to gradually understand the artistic conception, and the other is to crazily explore combat power. The former is voluntary fusion, so as to

When people combine swords, the macro performance is a jump, and the latter

It is painful grinding, using a knife to harmonize people, and the macroscopic expression is that of being possessed. However, they are different, and they all have to "forget themselves". Which one is not harmful to the body? Therefore, the more advanced you are, the more dangerous you are, the stronger you are, the harder it is to control yourself, and the easier it is to fall.

, how could he not understand.

What's the use of knowing it? You're not enslaved by the knife!!

He was seriously injured, dizzy, mentally depressed, heartbroken, and his soul was like thousands of dust, which he allowed to peel off from his body.

The monks of Xiyan Temple seemed to be ringing the bell, and morning after morning passed quietly like this,

He couldn't open his eyes, he was on the verge of death, everything was in vain, only the last trace of sanity was left.

Perhaps this place far away from the world is the underworld? I can clearly sense the already extinct sounds, no matter how quiet and mysterious the flowers are blooming and the grass is growing, the insects are chirping and the birds are chirping, or the rain is slipping between the bamboos and the leaves are falling on the eaves.

Life and death have sounds and colors.

He didn't know if it was a dream or death. He stopped by the road and looked back at his past life. Every fierce fight and every battle seemed to be condensed into every sound of insects and birds, every scene of rain and falling leaves.

, but no matter how majestic and generous it is, once you are possessed by it, you will be like them, living and dying like mayflies.

How could those strong and glorious souls accept such a short-lived end? Because they resisted this rapid extinction, they tried their best to explode and boil excessively before their parasitic bodies withered. The shorter their lives, the more they struggled.

It lit up suddenly.

After being burned feverishly, it turned into a few handfuls of soil. The body suffered death and was forced to be scattered and messy. However, these souls did not end completely, but were transmitted bit by bit through the yin and yang phenomena. Once separated, they finally reunited.

Gradually converge and converge, even if it takes hundreds of millions of years to wait,

Finally, in the twilight of Xiyan Temple, I saw the long-awaited Shuangliang sword, the wind, the horses, and the thousands of drums.

Look back and listen, the moon is shining brightly, and all the orifices in the world are screaming!

In the midst of a dying illness, he sat up in shock and fainted again from exhaustion.

But because of his glimmer of aura, he could never sleep again——

Those souls that were resurrected from the dead and were inexhaustibly burned by fire, weren't they the eternal sword intention in the Drinking Hate Knife? But in his dream, every time they were awakened by a new body, they were scattered because his previous body died.

, completely losing the memory of his past, his new body lay alone on those handfuls of soil, passing through countless battlefields and countless seas of people to the fire of the past.

Next, I felt and understood again, and pieced together half a strand with difficulty, and then reintegrated and condensed in the gentle breeze and drizzle of spring... Although it was quickly broken up with his fall, he calmly and leisurely continued.

With his rebirth, he starts again... Every moment that can be called fragments is connected into eternity because of the inexplicable connection.

After gathering and dispersing repeatedly, after rise and fall, it is still the original intention of the sword, but it is not exactly the same. It is both original and new, both inherited and changed, just like the sound of bells in the morning and the sound of drums in the evening. They are basically the same as before and after, just like heaven and earth.

There are so many sounds in the world that cannot bear to be extinguished, and they eventually accumulate into howls. Is he waiting for wine to get drunk alone, or waiting for a knife to be washed with wine?

, what’s the difference? Both swords and people are made of blood. They are both from the past and the present. They were once scattered into pieces and gradually gathered from zero into whole. Everything in this world exists towards destruction.

After going down, he immediately planned to prosper again. Who said that he and Yinhen Dao were at odds with each other. Since he destroyed this world, he would reshape it again!

Cheng Lingxiao once told him that the closer one is to death, the more suitable it is for one's thoughts to settle. It turns out to be true.

This moment of transparency allowed him to run through all the sword realms in his mind several times in one breath. From using one mind to two purposes, using one to control ten thousand, using one to control ten thousand, fighting with ten thousand clouds, eighty

With one sword, everything in the ten directions is destroyed, until everything is united in one place, winding roads and ladders, Kunlun collapses on cliffs, everything is at zero, the best is like water, the best is like wine, Baling has unlimited wine, the sky, clouds and water are fighting in three directions, the mind wanders, the mirror is silent...

All of them have lost their impressions, and they have all been torn down and started over again, dream after dream, reconstructed the most times, and the last thing left behind is the essence of the Drinking Hate Knife!

If you wake up suddenly, you will be fine.

In recent years, in the process of catching up with the Master Hall and Prince Yu's Mansion, Lin Qian has been committed to maintaining and deepening his sword realm. He followed the guidance of all his predecessors and "maintained the strongest artistic conception with the least effort." Later, he gradually became evenly matched.

Such as the best is like wine, wandering mind and tranquility, they have already given the sword realm

Creation and transformation are to follow one's own thoughts and "see more and more wonderful new artistic conceptions". However, when encountering Yuan Sheng in the South Grotto Temple, Yuan Sheng pointed out that you, Lin Qian, have a third person worthy of improvement.

space, "based on the same artistic conception, enhance the lethality of the artistic conception, so that the sword technique can become more refined."

Of course, Yuan Sheng did not use words, but used his ability to control the Drinking Hate Knife which was higher than Lin Qian's to say: Lin Qian, if your enemy is familiar with your mind, understands it more deeply than you, and can compare it with

If you use less power to create a more lethal artistic conception than you, he will be more worthy of the Drinking Hate Knife than you, and he may interrupt your proud control of the Drinking Hate Knife.

Thanks to Yin'er, Lin Qian stole Yuan Sheng's Buddhist scriptures after the battle. Those simple formulas on the cave wall not only replenished his physical strength in actual combat, but also made him feel that Yuan Sheng relied on this

The Buddhist scriptures are stronger than him. If the Drinking Hatred Sword and the Buddhist scriptures are completely compatible with each other, he can enhance the artistic damage and improve his own control like Yuan Sheng did.

But later it turned out that he was wrong. The Buddhist scriptures can only replenish physical strength, but cannot increase the damage. To increase the damage, you still have to rely on your own comprehension. However, how many comprehensions can Lin Qian have for the same situation? In actual combat, although

After letting go, briefly forgetting, and trying hard to create, those sword realms have already been deeply rooted in the blood, and it is difficult to have a new understanding.

Until now, in this situation. After a long period of self-abasement, forgetfulness, long-term random dreaming, a sudden inspiration, and then in reality, he completely overthrown all existing sword skills and started over and over again, and he retreated to the second line.

In these days when he was about to rot, he suddenly had multiple insights into the same situation. It was unimaginable that after he got up like this, he continued to practice his sword day and night, and his killing and control seemed to be really getting stronger.

He had heard that sentence a long time ago, but now he understands that when heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions.

So use your patience and patience to gain what you can't...

However, this Xiyan Temple is really not a place where you can practice swordsmanship day and night.

He used his pair of swords to go fishing in the east of the Yangtze River. If someone was angry and was disturbed by Qing Meng, no matter what your name was, he would come to stop him. He used the move "Quick Snow and Clear Time" to chase away the guest. His shot seemed to be a random branch, but he hit it.

The strength is as strong as a weapon, the power is clever and the shape is dense. Which martial saint?

Isn't Lin Qian's "Snow Light Disaster" a false reputation? Even though the opponent's moving clouds and flowing water are trying to kill him, his swords are endlessly sharp and push back with force. The snow color skyrockets and the energy swallows thousands of miles. In a trance, there are overlapping peaks.

Galloping to the west, thousands of horses are circling, and the mountains are heading east.

"These two swords! The poor monk recognizes them. It happened a long time ago..." The person opposite was a half-century-old monk. He had spoken to him before. He was a hermit who lived in the wilderness. He didn't care about worldly affairs, so naturally he didn't recognize him. Lin Qian

Who is he? I just know that he is a sad person.

I don’t know Lin Qian, but I know these two swords. Is he actually a member of the world, or an old friend? Lin Qian is not in a possessed state, and he doesn’t want to hurt innocent people, so he wants to avoid it after a sparring move. However, this battle cannot be left to chance.

He was able to do it with ease, but it wasn't just that he could do it if he wanted to - the monk originally came to clear the snow with anger at being woken up, but he didn't expect that not only did it not clear up, but he got caught in a blizzard again, and on a whim, he knocked down a tree in front of his door again.

"Nian Changfeng——"

Lin Qian remained calm in the face of danger, using his left sword to "blow the south wind and turn the mountains into flat ground", and his right sword to "sing madly and mournfully in the middle of the night". One sword was majestic, the other was madly sad. They used both left and right swords, driving forward in unison, pressing against the boundless sea in the palm of the monk's hand.

Feng Yun, the monk's face changed slightly, and he clashed with him: "This mental method should never be practiced by the donor."

"Senior..." Lin Qian had time to speak, "What kind of mentality are you talking about?"

"The poor monk's mind was robbed by Yuan Sheng. It belongs to my Buddhist sect and is incompatible with the donor's sword." He made another move, "If the great road cannot be lowered for a long time, it will be known in advance." The momentum in his sleeves and robes was like

The rainbow, the hidden dragon rising in the abyss will reach the nine heavens.

"Not allowed..." Lin Qian lost his mind and almost missed catching this... tree. He slowed down for a moment, and finally blocked it with the "Wandering of the Gods" that he had relearned several times. He advanced and retreated calmly, and was able to attack and defend with ease.

As he kept beating, he suddenly understood why, starting from the bloodbath in Chencang, he was so weird that he was always possessed by the devil so frequently and inexplicably.

That's precisely because he wanted to use Yuan Sheng's Buddhist scriptures to replenish his physical strength, but he suffered a big loss if he took advantage of it -

The Buddhist scriptures and his drinking hatred knife are incompatible and even contradictory. As a foreign object that invades blatantly but cannot be integrated with the mind, although it has a very rapid boost to Lin Qian's combat power, it also leads to

His obsessions are becoming more and more dangerous and frequent!

Fortunately, everyone thought that his obsession in Chencang was caused by the fire poison caused by Han Dan from Daoxiang Village. The truth came out that the culprit was Yuan Sheng of Nanshigu Temple who had stolen Buddhist scriptures from him! Pies in the sky really don’t fall, so what Buddhist scriptures are there?

It did his best, but also drove him to anger.

But now, he still uses it habitually... Should he continue to use it?

The realization of the near-death situation has made his control of the Drinking Hate Knife in recent days close to the sound of Yuansheng. On this basis, he found that Buddhist scriptures began to have the possibility of improving the artistic conception of killing...

"Donor, you are completely incompatible. If you fight again, you will become a demon. Don't not like to hear what you say..." The monk felt a little nervous when he cut him a few more times. His moves were no longer restricted to Wang Xizhi. He had a stomachache at night and paused.

It's okay to fight Huang He, but if you use it to deal with Lin Qian, he will never come back. "Hey, force me to change my move! 'The power is like thunder and falling rocks, and the posture is like a flying beast'! Take it!"

The name of this move was really long, and it was as strong as a weapon. It was so long that Lin Qian almost couldn't resist it if he was confused. The tree, which was as heavy as a collapsing cloud, was about to poke the tip of his nose. He suddenly woke up. If someone had followed him in the past,

Talk about Buddhist scriptures and other swords

The incompatibility of the law intensified his obsession, and he may have accepted it and corrected it, but these geniuses have just realized that any sea current can completely destroy them and plunge them into chaos, and they can be reshaped together - "Rong Roong, you didn't say that."

Calculate."

The night was as cold as water, and his heart felt calm, but he felt refreshed and refreshed, which was rare after returning from Hedong. This monk was indeed a formidable enemy, and he thought he came here to practice swordsmanship for himself. He was trained in fire again and again, and Lin Qian's bones became stronger every time.

, the book of swordsmanship, which is no longer bound to paper, becomes more and more real in the void as the flames burn out - "Rong Romper, it is written in my sword, you can see it!"

It's still the same fugue, but the lethality seems to have doubled. He and his knife are walking on the edge of being possessed, constantly brushing against crises but never falling, even if the wind, fire, thunder and lightning sweep all the way, such amazing courage,
To be continued...