Xuanxia

Chapter 699: Sword Heart Unclear
"Big Brother hasn't come out for a while."

In the Xuanmeng headquarters, several disciples walked past the library and turned to look at the locked door. A male disciple whispered, "The door is also locked. We can't even get food in."

"Yes." Another female disciple sighed, "I'm really worried that he will be exhausted."

They had no doubt at all whether Hua Wuying was keeping those secret books for himself.

"Big Brother is going to chew up all the secret books and feed them to us."

Another disciple smiled bitterly and said, "We can actually do it ourselves... Why does he have to do this?"

"If he doesn't come out tomorrow, let's go and knock on the door."

The female disciple just now said worriedly: "I'm so worried that he might have health problems..."

"Big Brother knows what's going on."

The male disciple who spoke first shook his head and said, "Let's hurry up and prepare for the Xuanmeng Ceremony."

"The prefect is quite loyal. He has sent a lot of people to patrol recently, and no one has come to cause trouble anymore."

"But I don't know why, but I always feel like those officers and soldiers look at us with a bit of ferocity..."

"Well, that's how soldiers are. Don't think too much."

Several people talked and gradually walked away.

In the library, Hua Wuying, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes, took a long breath, and looked somewhat helpless.

Compared to before, he is now much thinner, his cheeks are a little sunken, and there is a layer of stubble on his chin, which makes him look more mature and experienced.

But when he opened his eyes, there was a bright and sharp light in his pupils.

"how?"

Jiang Baichuan's voice came from the shadow in the corner: "Have you realized it?"

"No, Master." Hua Wuying said truthfully: "I always feel that there is a layer of veil missing from the clear and bright sword heart you mentioned."

During this period of time, Jiang Baichuan has truly taught him everything he knows.

Of course, it’s not that Jiang Baichuan had hidden anything from him before, but Hua Wuying’s realm was not high after all. If he taught too many profound things, he would not be able to learn them. As a good teacher, Jiang Baichuan knew what gradual progress meant.

But for a period of time, he seemed to no longer care about these things, and put everything on Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying vaguely felt something.

This crazy master seemed to suspect that he would die at any moment, and was in a hurry to impart all that he had learned.

As for sword manuals, Jiang Baichuan wrote furiously every day, writing down all the sword manuals that had not been recorded in the library, including the sword shadow clone technique he learned from Ning Baimei, and the Wuwang Sword that Ning Wushu promised to give him.

The aspect of "Tao", which is the so-called "clear sword heart", is also the focus of his teaching in the past few days.

He told Hua Wuying that the true core of Zhijian Baishu is not "skill".

As the saying goes, seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing water is water. Knowing a hundred sword techniques requires one to be able to return to simplicity and nature after reading thousands of sword manuals.

The foundation of all this is to have a clear sword mind.

To put it simply - when you draw your sword, you must not have any distracting thoughts.

No matter what kind of swordsmanship you use, no matter what enemy you face, no matter what you hold in your hands, it makes no difference to you.

There is only one thing you are really doing, and that is to draw your sword according to the only thought in your mind.

"It shouldn't be."

Jiang Baichuan walked out of the shadows and said in a deep voice: "Your eyes are sharp enough, and the sword intent in you is fierce enough. Now you are able to fight even against a strong man in the eighth level of martial orifice. It is impossible that you can't realize it."

He looks worse now than before.

He was much thinner than Hua Wuying, his face was gray and black, even like a skeleton, and his whole body exuded a gray aura, but he was intimidating, like an extremely powerful sick tiger.

“I really can’t understand it.”

Hua Wuying, however, had a calm expression and said frankly, "Master, you said that the way of sword is to move forward courageously and see nothing in sight. Only then can the sword be the sword, people be the sword, the world be the sword... But I cannot grasp the meaning of 'seeing nothing in sight'."

Jiang Baichuan frowned.

After a moment's silence, he said, "Draw your sword against me."

Hua Wuying did not refuse. He stood up from the scattered sword manuals on the ground and picked up the long sword on the ground.

After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his sword was unexpectedly released, almost becoming substantial, causing the surrounding air to buzz!
The next moment, the sword was already in front of Jiang Baichuan.

The speed at which he drew his sword was so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

This was an extremely simple sword strike, without any sword techniques, without any fancy moves, and even without the infusion of true essence, it was just a sword strike. However, Jiang Baichuan's eyes clearly revealed a look of dissatisfaction.

With a ding sound, the tip of the sword was caught between his fingers and could not move forward any further.

"You're right."

He said in a deep voice: "You can't be indifferent."

Hua Wuying put away his sword helplessly and sighed.

"You have too many distracting thoughts in your mind." Jiang Baichuan frowned and asked, "What are you worried about?"

Hua Wuying smiled bitterly, and his desire stopped.

Master is crazy.

Sometimes he loses his memory, and sometimes he seems to know everything. Sometimes he reveals an extremely violent aura, and sometimes he is as gentle as the master in the past.

But most of the time, Master is like this, with no external thoughts in his mind, unaware of or concerned about anything in the outside world. He has a bad temper, but seems very patient.

"Big Brother, Big Brother?"

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Hua Wuying shook his head slightly, ready to refuse - he didn't want to implicate other people, so naturally he didn't plan to tell anyone about Jiang Baichuan's visit, as he had been doing for the past few days.

He didn't plan to do anything until he found the perfect way to pass the information to the outside world. It was too dangerous.

But at this moment, the person outside the door said, "It's Prefect Wen. Prefect Wen is looking for you!"

Prefect Wen?
Hua Wuying's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that he had no choice but to go.

The date of the Xuanmeng Ceremony is getting closer, and as the prefect, Wen Renjun will definitely keep a close eye on me.

The other party had said before that if Jiang Baichuan didn't die, Luoyi Yamen would no longer protect Xuanmeng. Then before the grand ceremony, Xuanmeng would be messed up by those ignorant, despicable, but extremely dangerous people in the martial arts world.

I have to go see him, but how can I convince my master...

Hua Wuying was still thinking about how to start the conversation, but Jiang Baichuan had already shaken his head.

"It seems that the reason why your swordsmanship is unclear is here."

He said, turning around and saying, "Go ahead, take care of everything, and come back."

Hua Wuying was stunned.

I thought it was the most troublesome thing, but it was solved just like that?

Can I leave now?

but……

His heart sank slightly and his eyes became complicated.

During this period of time, he didn't have to think too much about other things, nor did he have to face all kinds of troubles. He only needed to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship. It was indeed one of the few simplest and purest days in Hua Wuying's life.

Are you happy? Not really.

But it's very easy.

Moreover, the master who I thought had fallen into the evil path appeared by my side again and guided me patiently and carefully. I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel any comfort in my heart.

But once you step out of this door...

It will never be possible to come back again.

Jiang Baichuan will also report this matter to the outside world.

These days were the last time between them as master and disciple.

"Eldest brother?"

The person outside the door called out again: "Are you okay? Do you need us to tell Prefect Wen that you don't have time?"

"Need not!"

Hua Wuying finally responded: "Go tell the prefect, I'll be there soon."

"Oh, yes!" The junior brother outside the door responded, and the footsteps quickly faded away.

At this time, Jiang Baichuan had slowly walked into the shadows, leaving only a vaguely visible outline.

(End of this chapter)