My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 368: Conscience, Sword Drawing, Killing

"She said she only knows how to use a sword?"

The old leader of the Sword Sect was sitting at the table, squinting at Ye Wuyou. When he heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled slightly.

"Did the little girl really say that? Haha, she seems confused but actually has enlightenment. There are tens of thousands of sword practitioners in the world, but how many of them can be considered to be 'skilled in using a sword'?"

Ye Wuyou couldn't deny it. No matter whether Lu Caiwei was stupid or not, her swordsmanship was truly amazing.

He originally wanted to discuss the inner demons with the old man, but as the conversation went on, the topic turned to Lu Caiwei.

This is normal. The old sect leader has practiced swordsmanship all his life. Now that he sees Lu Caiwei, who also practices swordsmanship, he naturally pays more attention to her.

"Let's get back to the point. You want to explore the inner demon calamity, but the inner demon calamity does not come by exploring. Often you will discover it yourself one day. When you realize it, the inner demon calamity has arrived."

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, his expression conflicted.

He doesn't know when his inner demon calamity will come.

What if after waiting for a long time there is still no sign of the inner demon, and I die first? What should I do?

It is best to survive this life-and-death crisis as soon as possible while your mind is still clear and you haven't forgotten everything.

Initially, I thought that [ghosts] were scary and would devour people, but in fact, this is not the case.

【Forgetting】 is even more terrifying.

He was really afraid that he would forget about his inner demons.

The old sect leader glanced at him, seemed to see what Ye Wuyou was thinking, and simply spoke frankly.

"Although the inner demon tribulation cannot be explored, there are exceptions. For example, I have practiced swordsmanship all my life, so when I was going through the inner demon tribulation, it was naturally related to the sword."

"From what you said before, your master Lu Qingshan's inner demon tribulation is related to Da Yan?"

Ye Wuyou nodded, then looked at him asking for advice.

There are three people in the sixth realm in Yangguan City, the leader of the Sword Sect, Lu Caiwei, and Luo Qinghan.

Lu Caiwei couldn't explain it, and Luo Qinghan didn't feel comfortable asking herself, so this old sect leader was the most "knowledgeable" senior.

The old sect leader stretched out his finger and pointed at the sword on Ye Wuyou's waist.

"Can you use a knife?"

Ye Wuyou hesitated a little, but still nodded.

He didn't know whether he could do it or not, after all, he had never learned the moves systematically, but he was really good at chopping people.

"For the sake of your former master, I will help you with some advice, but I don't know how much help I can give you."

“Try two swords. I cannot tell a person’s inner demons and I cannot explain why. But I have some understanding of judging a person by his sword.” The old sect leader said calmly.

Ye Wuyou did not hesitate, grasped the hilt of the knife and drew it out of the sheath.

There is no energy injected, but it is just the power.

The sword rises with wind and thunder.

The blue dragon emerges from the water.

And some other imitated moves.

There is no doubt that these are all ingenious moves.

but……

The old sect leader frowned slightly at this moment, with some confusion in his eyes.

He knew that Ye Wuyou used a knife as a sword, and he also knew that the other party seemed to have learned a lot of magical powers from the girl.

"Your moves are a bit strange."

strange?
The old sect leader’s words made Ye Wuyou slightly stunned.

What's strange about that? I've been practicing like this for years.

The "Heart Sutra of the Formless" has learned other people's magical powers almost one to one.

Even Lu Caiwei didn't think there was anything wrong with what she had learned.

The old sect leader said nothing, but stood up, moved his fingertips slightly, and grasped the hilt of the sword.

Then, he calmly swung his sword in the open space in the yard.

Ye Wuyou saw it clearly.

The old sect leader performed the opening move of the sword rising with wind and thunder.

But after just a cursory look, the old sect master's opening move was only about 60% similar.

There is a big gap between this and Ye Wuyou's imitation approaching "perfection".

"Do you understand?" the old sect leader said calmly at this moment.

Understand?

Ye Wuyou looked a little confused, obviously not understanding what he meant.

But such a leader in swordsmanship obviously would not make fun of herself. At least the other party had devoted his entire life to the art of swordsmanship. Even if Lu Caiwei could surpass the other party in the future, she was still inferior to him now.

The old sect leader's swordsmanship is not like him, mine is obviously more similar, and I have imitated him 99% of the time.

Is there any difference?

The old sect leader did not hide anything and just spoke directly.

"The weird thing about your moves is that you have learned them very well, but they have form but no form."

"For example, the sword move you just used is just a form. Even if you have learned the method of breathing qi, the flow of qi, and the way of exerting force, your move is really..." "It has a form but no shape, and it has no shape and no meaning. Isn't it strange?"

[Strange? Old Coffin knows very little. You don't need to put your heart and soul into this mediocre magical power. You just use it when you see it's handy. How can people take the moves of ants seriously?]

No form and no intention.

Ye Wuyou probably knew that this might be related to the Wuxiang Heart Sutra.

"Is this serious?" Ye Wuyou asked.

The old sect master glanced at Ye Wuyou at this moment, shook his head slightly, and spoke softly.

"Isn't it serious?"

“No matter what moves or magical powers, even if he is just a beginner, when he is showing off, he has the expectation and yearning for this sword in his heart.”

"Why do I say that observing people is like observing swords? Because every time a sword falls into each hand, what is in their mind at the moment of swinging it is different. Every person has a different face, just like reading a book or reciting a sutra. They learn the same things and recite the same things, but their perceptions are different. Some people's sword targets the wooden stake in front of them, while some people's sword seems to be slashing at the air, but what they think in their heart is that one day they will be able to swing their sword to destroy a mountain."

The old sect leader paused for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then spoke solemnly.

"Ye Wuyou, I can't even sense a trace of intention or spirit in you or your moves."

"Such a powerful magical move is really just a magical move in your hands. It is sharp and powerful, but it is missing something."

Ye Wuyou understood what the old sect leader meant.

But does this have anything to do with the inner demon calamity?

"Of course, Ye Wuyou, what do you want after practicing so far? And what is it for?"

The answer to this question is very simple.

Ye Wuyou was not angry at all and said with a smile.

"Senior, you know there are some strange things in me. I just want to survive."

When you reach the seventh realm, there will be a turning point.

The old sect leader's eyes were calm, as if he had known that Ye Wuyou would answer like this.

The old man turned around and slowly sat on the bamboo chair in the yard, half lying in the most comfortable position, squinting his eyes slightly and smiling faintly.

"Boy, why don't you assume that you are no longer harmed by the weirdness and have never had any weirdness on you. You don't need to think about those things, and now you are about to reach the stage of the inner demon tribulation."

"When you no longer have the worries of 'living', then what is the point of practicing?"

"For Lu Qingshan's sake, I'm telling you in advance, don't say false or empty words to perfunctorily deal with me. This time, I'm only talking about myself, not others, and I won't mention the world."

Ye Wuyou, who had just given Lu Caiwei some advice, was suddenly speechless in front of this old man.

What is the purpose of practicing?
It started out simple, just to live a more comfortable life, and to become a fucking jailer.

Just get a job, go back and forth between home and work, with food and lodging provided, and you'll be very happy.

Hey, this was really Ye Wuyou’s original real thought.

After learning the "Formless Heart Sutra" from the narrator, Ye Wuyou had thought that he might be a genius in cultivation, silently hiding his strength, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and showing off in front of others from time to time.

But what happened next, that moment got weird.

Endless things push me to move forward.

If there was no strange thing affecting his life, if there were no subsequent events, would Ye Wuyou practice so hard?

Ye Wuyou didn’t know.

An old voice came from in front of him.

"If you don't know, then I'll give you a suggestion. Go back and think about it carefully. I need to take a rest."

"Didn't you ask the little girl why she practiced swordplay earlier? Then think about why you wield the sword yourself?"

"Think about what you were thinking when you swung the knife?"

Ye Wuyou looked respectful, clasped his fists in thanks, then turned and left.

Sword practice...

Swing a knife.

Lu Caiwei is doing this for her own swordsmanship, the concept of the strong protecting the weak, and the sword that saves people.

What about yourself?

By the way, what were you thinking every time you drew your sword?
Eh.

Ye Wuyou's eyes suddenly froze, and then he looked up at the sky in a daze.

His eyes gradually became clear and the doubts dissipated.

There's no need to be so entangled.

Isn't it just for killing?

Yes, isn’t it just killing people? Drawing a knife and chopping people is natural and logical.

So what does this have to do with the inner demon calamity?
Ye Wuyou didn't understand, but now he has figured out a problem.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to think about that damn inner demon calamity anymore.

Ye Wuyou just felt refreshed at this moment, so he left alone.

The corners of the mouth are slightly outlined.

It was a faint smile that Ye Wuyou himself didn't even notice.

(End of this chapter)