Under the hazy moonlight.
The sword was quietly pulled out. Under the moonlight, the sword danced. In the hazy night, the sword light was like a lamp light, and the movement technique was like lightning.
Cloud Stepping was an exquisite lightness skill. Every time he took a step, he felt like he was stepping on clouds. If he repeated this repeatedly, he would feel like he was falling into the sky. At this moment, as he continuously moved, there were many shadows under the moonlight. If he was not careful, he would really give off a ghostly feeling.
The moonlight was silver and hazy. The sword technique flashed past, and the reflection was like a flash of light.
As the sword technique was unleashed, the heart became the sword, and the sword became the heart. The mood changed completely. All the thoughts in his heart were now expressed by the sword.
Xu Mubai's heart was filled with grief and homesickness. His sword technique carried a thick sense of sorrow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The rhythm was clear, as if he was reminiscing.
The Taiji Sword Style emphasized on fighting the slow with the fast. The sword could be released from one's hand, and it could be retracted at will. It gathered the Qi of Yin and Yang. No matter how light or heavy the sword was, it could be retracted at will. It was light and gentle, continuous, heavy and not heavy. It was elegant and unrestrained. The sword technique was clear, and it had both form and spirit.
In his previous life, Xu Mubai had dabbled in both Taiji Sword and Taiji Fist. Although he had not mastered them and cultivated inner strength, he had heard his instructor talk about them and remembered them quite well.
However, after transmigrating, he had already reincarnated once. Naturally, he felt that the Taiji he had practiced in his previous life was not very useful in this place where internal energy was flying everywhere. Therefore, he had never delayed it. Moreover, with the entry of the Startling Sword and the Non-Phase Hand into his mind, he had been busy practicing these two martial arts and had no time to practice the so-called Taiji.
How could a Taiji that had not even cultivated inner strength be compared to a cultivation technique that could easily cultivate inner strength?
The answer did not need to be revealed. Even if one used their toes to think, they would know.
However, Xu Mubai's thoughts tonight were expressed by his sword. His sword technique was relaxed and natural, and his strength was smooth. The speed was appropriate, the rhythm was obvious, the flow was continuous, and the air was elegant.
He moved his feet forward, backward, backward, forward, forward,
The mountain wind whistled, and his clothes fluttered. However, his sword technique was not in a mess at all. Moreover, each sword strike was more charming than the last. If someone were to watch at this moment, they would find that each sword strike seemed to contain a strange trajectory.
At this moment, even Xu Mubai himself did not notice that every stab, point, and collapse of his sword technique had a unique rhythm. This rhythm was drowned out by the buzzing sound of the sword, but in the next moment, the trajectory of the sword was revealed.
The thick sorrow gradually grew thicker, and Xu Mubai was completely immersed in it.
"... Thinking of the endless world, I shed tears alone..."
The heavens and the earth were long, but the sword art suddenly changed. The heavens and the earth were long and eternal. The existence of the heavens and the earth was eternal and eternal. Time passed quietly. He was just a bystander, watching the reproduction of all things.
Heaven and earth existed forever, and all living things were born. He looked at all living things as if they were his children, and his children were constantly experiencing life and death, hatred and separation, and so on. How could he not be sad?
Just like how Xu Mubai felt at this moment, an endless sense of depression and sorrow was born in his heart.
The vast sky, the vast wilderness, and the injustice in the chest, where to vent! At the thought of this, all sorts of emotions welled up in 'Tears of Solitude' as he felt an endless sense of depression and desolation.
"Sad!"
A light flashed in his mind, and Xu Mubai keenly caught it. That's right, his Startling Sword had never been able to break through. Why?
Every time, he felt like he was about to grasp the feeling of a breakthrough and step into the second realm of Qi Transformation, but he could not find the rhythm and rhythm. Why?
Swordsmanship was dead, but it was also alive.
If he gave his emotions to the sword, then he would be alive. Since he was alive, then he would be alive and know how to think. If he thought, he would know how to change.
Yang Guo spent 16 years to create the "Overwhelming Grief Palm". Why was it able to compete with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? It was Yang Guo who had given his feelings to the palm technique.
With a smile on his face, he stood quietly and sheathed his sword.
His eyes were slightly closed.
The mountain wind whistled. At this moment, the leaves rustled, and the horses began to gallop. The cold wind blew in his face, and his long hair floated in the air.
After standing there for a long time, Xu Mubai still didn't move. Ten minutes…Twenty minutes…Half an hour!
Finally.
Xu Mubai moved, and his eyes suddenly opened. It was as if they were covered by dust from ancient times, but at this moment, they were blown away by the mountain wind. A sharpness that had been hidden for who knew how many years no longer converged and burst forth.
Although it was only for a moment, it made people shudder.
He unsheathed his sword.
The sword carried a deep sorrow. This sword was faster than before, but it also seemed to move slowly. It felt like a snail was wriggling, but it also gave people the feeling of lightning. This contradiction, coupled with the sorrow of the sword, made it impossible for people to hide.
When killing someone, one would first absorb their Qi and suppress the other party with their aura. Then, they would use this aura to make the other party lose the ability to resist. In fact, they might not even have the heart to resist and die under the sword. It would give people the feeling that they had done something wrong and were sad.
The surrounding leaves and grass rustled, and the sword gave off a sharp aura as it flashed past, as if nothing had happened.
"This is the true meaning of the Dao of the Sword, right? Only by fusing his seven emotions and six desires into his sword art can he truly become a Sword Dao expert! Although he had not reached the Qi Transformation Realm, he had made a huge breakthrough. I believe I'm not far from breaking through, hehe.”Xu Mubai smiled at the sky.
The true energy in his body surged out like a hot knife through butter, and the true energy condensed and dispersed even more terrifyingly. From his cells to his meridians, and even to his bones, it was seeping through. After a few cycles, Xu Mubai's body seemed to have been transformed once again, and it felt like it was fine and long.
The true energy in his dantian also became abundant at this moment. The true energy of the Non-Phase Creation also rotated with the grinding stone in his dantian and slowly converted. When the strength of his physical body and the true energy of the Non-Phase Creation were almost the same, it stopped.
A powerful force came from his body. This force made Xu Mubai feel refreshed. His body was as light as a swallow, and his hands could break rocks. At this moment, Xu Mubai felt that if he met Li Mochou again, he could easily dodge.
In terms of dodging, even if Xu Mubai was facing Li Mochou's peak power, Xu Mubai was still full of confidence after thinking about it in his heart. This Cloud Stepping Pillars was not just for show.
Although Li Mochou was injured after the fight, it did not affect Xu Mubai's assessment of his own movement technique. Even Li Mochou was no match for him when he used the Cloud Stepping Technique to its maximum.
Moreover, if he were to fight to the death, wouldn't he still have the Startling Sword?
After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Xu Mubai finally woke up from this feeling. Smiling, his figure moved as if he was stepping on clouds, floating like the wind.
Early the next morning.
Xu Mubai walked out of the cave and led his horse down the mountain.
"Giddyup…"
After Xu Mubai got on the official road, he rode his horse all the way, constantly urging them to hurry. Time passed quite quickly, and before he knew it, two days had already passed. Today, it was already morning. At this moment, they happened to encounter a tea house.
Coincidentally, he was a little thirsty, so Xu Mubai dismounted and prepared to drink a bowl of herbal tea.
"Boss, give me a bowl of herbal tea!"
The teahouse was very simple and crude. There was only a tea shed with about ten tables and chairs, and a few people were sitting in twos and threes. The boss looked like an ordinary commoner with an honest appearance. When he heard Xu Mubai's shout, he shouted,"Coming!" and quickly ran over with a pot of tea.
The tea was very refreshing. He didn't know how the boss made it, but it had a faint sour sweetness and a taste of waxberry. Xu Mubai felt that it was very refreshing. This taste was like Master Kang's Sour Plum Soup in the future, refreshing! Hence, he drank a few bowls.
"Creak…"
At this moment, a carriage suddenly appeared. Around the carriage were ten or so people dressed in luxurious clothes. Xu Mubai examined them. They were all made of high-quality silk, and the carriage was extraordinary. It seemed to be from a rich family.
"Young master, how long will it take to reach Xiangyang Prefecture?”
A voice rang out in Xu Mubai's ears. Xu Mubai turned around and saw a middle-aged man in his forties. His eyes were sharp and spirited, and his hands were wide and heavy. He seemed to be a martial artist.
"Oh, if the carriage is fast, we should be able to reach before dark!”
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