When he was young, he became famous with a single sword and fought with the heroes.
He accidentally obtained the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords and practiced martial arts alone in the mountains.
When he left the Jianghu, the heroes of the Sword Trial were helpless.
He had been tricked into going to a faraway place to get married, but the woman was just a firework actor. She had returned sadly. The battle of sword qi had ended, and the Sword Sect had suffered a great defeat and countless casualties.
He retired from Jianghu and lived in seclusion on Mount Hua's Siguo Cliff.
From Feng Qingyang's eyes, Ye Feng could clearly see the twists and turns of his life.
The glory of becoming famous as a young man, the elegance of testing the sword, the sadness and helplessness, the loneliness and sorrow of being helpless.
Feng Qingyang's life could only be described with eight words.
Becoming famous with a single sword strike was an indescribable grief.
Ye Feng woke up from Feng Qingyang's memories and sighed,""Becoming famous with a single sword, I feel inexplicable grief. How fortunate! How sad!"
Ye Feng's eyes were filled with an unconcealable sorrow and sadness, as if it came from the depths of his soul, indescribable and unreleased. This wasn't his own emotions, but his mind was affected by Feng Qingyang's turbulent life.
Ye Feng himself did not expect that Feng Qingyang would actually let go of his mind and allow him to see his life clearly.
There were no secrets, and his entire life was laid out before his eyes.
"Becoming famous with a single sword, indescribable grief…" Feng Qingyang seemed to have just woken up from his memories as he softly muttered Ye Feng's words. An indescribable vicissitudes of life quietly revealed from the depths of his expression.
When one was old, they liked to reminisce about the past.
How many years had it been? He couldn't even remember.
Twenty years, thirty years?
The past was like a dream, and he could not go back!
"Hey!" His life's greatness and perseverance finally turned into a silent sigh in Feng Qingyang's heart.
Feng Qingyang's sword was difficult to understand, just like his life. He seemed lonely and proud, calm and composed, but also full of sorrow and sadness. How could the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords that could destroy the world in his hands break the shackles of the human heart?
He couldn't see through it and couldn't let it go!
That emotion had already seeped into his bones, his soul, and his sword.
Perhaps he was proud and aloof, perhaps he was calm and collected, perhaps he was lonely and sad, or perhaps he was struggling for some reason. He was moved by his heart and born from the sword.
Feng Qingyang's emotions and experiences were undoubtedly not a good reference for Ye Feng's Heartless Sword. The Heart Sword technique was a technique that moved and was born from the heart. After experiencing the baptism of Feng Qingyang's life, Ye Feng's state of mind and comprehension of the sword had made great progress.
Ye Feng's eyes lit up as he said to Feng Qingyang,""Next, let's watch my Sword Dao."
"Terence, look carefully too." After saying that, Ye Feng turned around and told the black-clothed youth who brought Feng Qingyang over.
"Yes." The black-robed youth replied softly.
Feng Qingyang nodded and composed himself, sweeping away all other emotions, leaving only his initial sincerity and seriousness to savor Ye Feng's sword path.
"What is a sword?" Feng Qingyang asked.
"The sword comes from the heart. With the sword in the heart, everything in the world can be a sword. The sword is me, I am the sword, only I am the sword, apart from the sword, nothing else.”
"What is a sword?" For some unknown reason, Feng Qingyang changed his words and asked again.
Others might not be able to understand this sentence and feel that the meaning was the same. However, when it fell on Ye Feng, it gave him a different feeling.
"The sword is sincere. Only by being sincere to others can one be sincere to the sword. The sword was emotion, and only by being extremely emotional could one be extremely sword.”
Ye Feng's answer was very obscure. If one's comprehension of the Sword Dao was not enough, one would not be able to comprehend the concept within. For example, the black-robed youth, Terence, who was listening attentively to their sword discussion, felt confused.
He was only a first-rate expert, so it was indeed not easy for him to understand the logic of a grandmaster expert.
Proud Smile World had a very general classification of first-class experts. Houtian Realm Level Seven could be considered first-class, Level Eight could also be considered first-class, and Houtian Realm Level Nine could still be considered first-class.
As for a Grandmaster, he was at Houtian Realm Level Ten.
Not only was his cultivation level far superior, but most importantly, he was far ahead in terms of his spirit. A grandmaster expert had already trained their martial arts to a realm where they could turn the rotten into the magical. Every move and move carried their own unique understanding, unlike a first-class expert who was still stuck at the realm of using moves.
Jin Yong's martial arts world might not necessarily be inferior to other worlds in terms of moves, but the cultivation of the spiritual level was inevitably much shallow.
In other Wuxia worlds, the mental state of a first-rate expert would not be any weaker than that of a grandmaster.
Relatively speaking, it was much more difficult for martial artists in the Jinyong world to enter the Xiantian realm than in other worlds.
Not to mention that Kuo Zhong and Xu Zhiling in the world of Tang had cultivated the Art of Longevity and directly returned to the Connate Realm from the Postnatal Realm. They had crushed many people from the starting line.
Of course, this was a difference in martial arts, not a sin.
Feng Qingyang smiled and nodded, asking again,""How?"
"Obsession and persistence are formed from the heart." Ye Feng had learned the sword through persistence, so he answered.
"What use is it?"
"A three-foot-long tassel can break all techniques in the world.”
The two of them asked and answered, and time quickly passed. The black veil gradually fell from the sky, as if it was about to open the curtain of night again.
Feng Qingyang woke up from Ye Feng's state of mind and spat out a sentence coldly,""Dugu Qiubai once said that the sword path is the human path. However, your sword is formed from the heart.”
"For you to be able to comprehend such a wondrous sword art at your age, this old man will give you eight words."
"Amazing talent, unparalleled in the world."
His voice was icy cold. Clearly, his mind had been affected by Ye Feng's Sword Dao. In fact, this was also the drawback of the Sword Technique of the Mind. Although the Sword Technique of the Mind could clearly prove one's own Sword Dao, it was also easy for one's mind to be eroded by the Sword Dao of others. If one's will was not strong enough, one's Sword Heart might even become a vassal of the Sword Dao of others.
The two of them were both mentally tough people, so they quickly came to their senses.
At this moment, at the foot of the Pillar of Heavens Mountains, a few lights suddenly flickered in the distance. Ye Feng looked at Feng Qingyang and said,"They're here."”
As they spoke, the two of them stood up and walked to the peak together. With the help of the fire lit on the peak top, they looked down with a sword-like gaze.
At the peak of Tianzhu Peak, a large bonfire was burning fiercely. Terence stood at the side and began to prepare dinner.
With the help of the fire, the two of them could clearly see what was below.
There were a total of eight people below.
In front of them were four black-robed youths who were leading the way with lanterns in their hands. They were the people Ye Feng had sent to invite several Grandmasters.
Behind them were four people.
One of them was a white-haired Daoist with a feather robe and a star crown. He carried a long sword on his back and held a horsetail whisk in his hand. He looked a little old.
This person was the Wudang Sect Leader, one of the Jianghu Grandmasters, Taoist Priest Chongxu.
Beside him was a monk in a kasaya. Seeing that the two of them did not leave each other's side, it was easy to guess the monk's identity.
It was Master Fang Zheng, Daoist Priest Chong Xu's good friend who was constantly ridiculed in the future.
Ye Feng glanced at them and then shifted his gaze to the other two.
One of them was Ren Woxing, the former Sect Master of the Sun Moon Sect whom Ye Feng had met before. He had not changed much after not seeing him for many days. He was dressed in green and had a face paler than a zombie.
However, he didn't seem to be in a good mood at the moment. His pair of cold eyes occasionally swept across a woman in a fiery red robe who was as proud as a phoenix.
Red clothes with blazing flames, a phoenix hairpin scratching his head.
She had a beautiful face, and her head was curled up proudly as if she would never lower her head.
He was indeed outstanding.
Ye Feng guessed her identity. She was the current leader of the Sun Moon Sect, the most mysterious person in the martial world, Invincible East.
Looking at her outfit, Ye Feng felt a chill in his heart and goosebumps rose all over his body."I really don't dare to look at a man like this!”
Feng Qingyang, who was standing beside him, naturally did not notice Ye Feng's strange behavior. He only heard him laugh,""Haha, I didn't expect that Miss Dongfang would be willing to leave Black Wood Cliff. It seems that Sword King's Innate Dao is indeed very attractive!”
"Miss Dongfang?" Ye Feng said it word by word, and he did not dare to imagine what kind of expression he had when he said it.
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