Chapter 127

The moon is so cold.

Lu Zhengkang put Mo Yun on the ground a little bit, and then released the tiger's mouth.

The swordsman stumbled back a few steps, sweating heavily from his forehead and back, wetting his robe, but he didn't feel it, and his mind was still immersed in that moment.

If his sword technique is the water coming from the Qianlong of Guixu in the East China Sea, then Lu Zhengkang's hand is the long wind and Flowing Clouds covering nine days.

The flying dragon is hidden in the clouds and eventually bound by it.

The deep sword Qi rushed out without any force, even half of the opponent's hair didn't scratch.

Mo Yun probably knew that it was because Lu Zhengkang's body protecting Qi was too thick and solid, and the strength of this sword was completely offset.

But when did his palm appear in front of his shoulder?

The swordsman recalled the scene just a moment ago.

The point of the sword is against the coat, and the warp and weft threads on the fabric are poked into a small smooth pit, which is about to be cut by the edge.

Then, the palm of the hand.

When was it lifted up?

Is it the sword time? Or the tip of the sword?

If the speed of raising hands is so fast, it is impossible not to bring up a little wind.

Do you always put your hands on your shoulders? Is this just a wait-and-see?

The memory is turbulent, and a neglected scene gradually emerges in my mind.

That is, Lu Zhengkang is raising his hand - it's really fast, but not to the point of instant.

At that time, Changjian was still a long way away from him, and the perspective was very clear.

But why do you ignore this picture?

Think hard.

Lu Zhengkang smiles and takes the initiative to explain.

"Do you know what you lack?"

"What's missing?"

"What we lack is a lively mind. Your sword is just like your people. Although it is a gathering of energy and spirit, like golden beans, it is too independent and straight. It patronizes its own inner feelings and ignores the changes of the outside world. "

Mo Yun didn't make a sound. He didn't even understand the real meaning of these words. He was still understanding why his sword had failed.

"At the end of the day, I've made the same old mistakes. Do you still think I'm a fool who doesn't know how to move?"

Silence in return.

"Holding the sword, you are like a child. You are fascinated by the chaotic sword techniques. The war situation is changing rapidly. But you only pay attention to your own sword. It's more than enough to deal with mediocre hands, but it's extravagant to escape from the superior."

"You are a child." Mo Yun high voice way, very unconvinced appearance, "immediately I know how to break your that to grasp!"

Lu Zhengkang's childish face showed a quiet smile, "well, I'll wait for you, and attack when you're ready."

A long silence.

On the white snow, the bamboo shadow shakes slightly, the slender twigs are lingering, percussion each other, and the sparse bamboo leaves slightly shake up the cold wind, splashing the gentle and low waves.

The light cloud as light as mist covers the string moon in the sky, and the dumb light is blooming on the thin cloud like gauze, like a curtain eye, reflecting the lights of thousands of households in the world.

Mo Yun's sword comes out gently.

Sword light is clearer than moonlight.

There are no swordsmen in heaven and earth, only swords like flowers.

The moon is like a jade mirror and the sword is like an ice plate.

Shining through the earth, the sun, the moon and the stars, thrusting against the dome and the cold of Jiuzhou.

The sword technique of entering the scene and feeling is close.

Lu Zhengkang looks at the night sky and smiles.

"It's a bit of a lookout." I don't know whether it is the moon or the sword of Mo Yun.

Don't think about anything.

Don't think about it.

Turn the sword, make the sword, as long as it's fast enough, faster!

"When you have a thought in your heart, you can't do it for Dharma because you have no thought."

With five fingers open, the wind directions on all sides and the palms of palms contract, each stream of air is like a spiritual rope, spontaneously binding a ray of sword light.

Weaving one by one, forming a net one by one.

Press the palm down, and the sword Qi is deeply pressed into the ground.

No matter how free and easy the sword is, it can't escape the torrent of fate, and this palm is destiny.

Mo Yun sat down on the ground with almost no blood on his face.

"Why?"

"Your sword is completely controlled by your thoughts, and you have too many thoughts. This kind of sword is full of flaws, not to mention your deep obsession, disordered sword spirit and dilemma."

It is enough to be called the classic brilliant sword of swordsman's life, which is gaudy and pale in Lu Zhengkang's pungent comments.

Mo Yun rubbed his face to boost his spirits. He stood up and bowed deeply. "Please teach me the real sword technique."

Swordsmanship.

Lu Zhengkang pondered for a moment.

In the last life, as a worm, he used sword like bone nails. At that time, his swordsmanship was tempered in dreams, and the sword law was to focus on the soul, which was not uncommon in the world of Taiwu martial arts.

Mo Yun has a good understanding of sword technique.What he lacks is the heart to win and the understanding of the laws of nature.

Every move of Lu Zhengkang is as natural as the flow of fate. It fits the nature and the heart of heaven and earth.

Mo Yun's sword technique is to replace the universe with his heart, but he has not reached this point.

"You shouldn't have practiced the heart sword Sutra. It shackles the aura that you haven't yet bred. It's like putting a cover on a sapling to forcibly fix the body. Coupled with the spirit in the remnant sword, you are repeating the path of the swordsman now. Maybe you will become another one in the future." Lu Zhengkang walked in the snow without a half footprint.

"However, there is no way out of heaven. Fortunately, there is a broken chapter and a broken sword. You may have a chance to break the cage in the future."

Lu Zhengkang circled the clouds, and every word stabbed into the swordsman's chest like a knife.

"And please Teach me

"Fast or slow?"

"How about crash?"

"To be quick is to kill people and treat these people as thoughts in your heart. When you have peace of mind, when you have swordsmanship."

"What about slow work?"

"Enjoy the flowers and the moon, recite poems and play the piano. In a word, do something you like and forget the sword."

Mo Yun interrupted, "forget your sword? Then how to kill the enemy? "

Lu Zhengkang didn't answer. He said to himself, "either enjoy it or forget it. It's up to you. I'll go back to sleep."

He returned to Junxian's house, sat on his couch, and sank into the pure land.

Three days ago, the missing Bodhisattva was found in Shaolin.

Of course, they don't worry that the Bodhisattva will be abducted by human traffickers. They are afraid that Lu Zhengkang will be abducted by other temple thieves.

Those kind-hearted baldheads and slippery heads are all thinking about how to invite Bodhisattvas to their temples. It's dangerous!

Zen master Zixing was too worried to eat.

The man could not be found, and there was no news in the pure land pearl. The old monk felt that his sweetheart had been cheated away.

"Amitabha, I want to hear from Buddha in five days! Otherwise, don't come back! " When the abbot stamped his foot, the whole Songshan Mountain trembled three times. Several pilgrims could not stand still and fell a big fart pier, shouting: "the Earth Dragon has turned over!"

"Abbot, don't be angry." some of the first people came to make ends meet. They don't know what the so-called "angry body" is. "Buddha's travel must be for the sake of all living beings. Let's just wait in the temple. As for running errands, you can leave it to the laity disciples. "

All the monks nodded their heads in praise.

The old monk was also overjoyed. Just as he wanted to express his agreement, he heard a sentence in his ear: "if you don't have a pure heart, how can you understand Zen and be honest? Don't come to me."

Zen master Zixing's face suddenly collapsed, just like a lump of steamed potatoes, and was beaten a few times.