Destiny is ashes

Chapter 26: The Evil Mist and Wind Transform into My Long Sword

Obviously, compared to the method of movement, the method of stillness also has its own advantages. If one is inclined towards cultivating one's own life rather than the method of fighting, the method of stillness is definitely a better choice.

However, Dachen martial arts tends to be more combative and focuses on physical skills, so it does not advocate this kind of martial arts philosophy. An Jing has never received this kind of training in the past, he just knows about it.

As for the method of combining movement and stillness and harmonizing yin and yang to advance the inner breath, he had never heard of it.

"After the breakthrough of the Movement Method, the meridians in the body will be stronger, but the control ability will be weaker."

The sword spirit said: "When the method of tranquility breaks through, the initial control ability will be more refined, the internal energy will be stronger, but the physical body will be less strengthened."

"The shortcomings of both can be compensated through acquired training. If you can do both movement and stillness, you can save this part of time... It's quite difficult, and most people can't do it. But you have innate wisdom, a strong soul, a strong body, and superb skills. I think you can give it a try."

At this point, the sword spirit couldn't help but wonder: "Strange, doesn't Huai Xu care about this now? The basic requirement for inner disciples of large sects is to enter the Tao by harmonizing yin and yang."

——It is probably because Hanbei and Xishan are both rural areas.

An Jing thought about it, and then followed the sword spirit's instruction: "First, meditate and calm down, then practice martial arts in your heart, and when your heart and body are united, strike out at the same time in your heart and in the real world."

"The innate Qi can go from extreme stillness to extreme movement in an instant, while possessing the most abundant power and control over the subtleties. This can save a lot of time in polishing and move towards 'Energy like a river' at the fastest speed."

"If your foundation is solid enough, and the blow you strike is powerful enough to penetrate your true heart, you can even directly advance to the state of Essence Like a River!"

Jingqi is the ancient name for internal breath, which is often used in ancient books. The sword spirit is obviously an ancient sword. Although He usually uses the current Huaixu vocabulary, once He is serious, He will use the terms of His time: "Now, practice the Pure and Quiet Sword Observation. Otherwise, as a person of wisdom, you can only recall fragments of your past life when you enter into a state of tranquility."

So, An Jing practiced the Pure and Tranquil Sword Contemplation.

He visualized the rusty sword and polished it with his own anger and persistence.

During this process, just as the sword spirit said, he began to recall many memories of his past life - An Jing even remembered where he put the air conditioner remote control. No wonder he couldn't find it after searching for a long time, it turned out that he put it behind the vase in the martial arts hall.

Wait, what is an air conditioner remote control?
Shaking his head, he put the memories aside and calmed down completely.

He sank into the sea of ​​his heart.

Everything was hazy and chaotic, all the light disappeared, turning into complete darkness.

In the dark sea of ​​his heart, An Jing saw a way.

A road leading to dreams.

He should have been practicing martial arts at this moment, practicing the sword technique that he was best at.

This was the weapon he practiced most often when he was still in the Northern Frontier. His father did not think that the sword was the most perfect weapon, and he let him learn the sword only because it would not hinder An Jing's future studies for the imperial examinations.

But An Jing himself likes swords very much.

——Because the sword has two edges, one point and one handle, it can kill people from all directions.

But for some reason, An Jing, who shouldn't have wasted time, put down his sword.

He seemed to sense a familiar breath.

The boy embarked on this journey.

As I walked along, gradually, faces appeared on both sides of the road.

Zhang Ying, Ye Xiuyuan, Zhan Feng, and more familiar faces… Familiar faces appeared in front of him, smiling at him.

An Jing looked at them silently, and he looked at their faces one by one.

He walked forward.

The sunlight dimmed, the faces disappeared, and An Jing heard screams and cries that seemed real and unreal, as well as wails from the heart.

"No, help! Mother, save me——"

In the shadow of the trees, one could vaguely see a child screaming heart-wrenchingly. He struggled to scratch the uneven floor, breaking his fingernails, but he was still dragged away by two silent believers and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

An Jing stopped for a while. He looked at the calluses on the boy's hands from practicing with the bow. Some memories echoed in his mind. They were about hunters and dreams of the future and being a hero.

It dissipated.

He walked forward.

The shadows grew thicker, and even the aftermath of the wailing disappeared. An Jing did not hear any screams, only a muffled groan and an angry voice.

"You actually bit me?"

In the Shadow River that flowed like water, a child was split in half because of his silent resistance. All his internal organs, flesh, blood and fat poured out at once, and blood overflowed, filling half of the corridor.

An Jing stared at the somewhat frail figure. He vaguely remembered the tone of the young master, heard the sigh, the unwillingness and the calmness of resignation. He was already very regretful, but there were even greater regrets in the world.

It dissipated. He moved forward.

The road became more and more desolate and isolated from the world. An Jing looked back and saw that the road was completely dark.

The dark river was flowing, and blood-colored flowers were floating on it.

At the deepest part of the river, a tall child was tied to a chair, watching in horror as something approached him, approached his eyes, and then there was darkness and an inaudible scream.

"Why me?! Why me?!"

"Can't I? I can be like you!"

No. You are too human, you still cry, you still worry about your friends who left before, people like you are different from them.

He just wanted to taste what wine tasted like. He wanted to drink a sworn brotherhood wine and happily eat meat with his brothers. He felt that he had found his brothers, but the time and place were wrong.

It dissipated.

The river was running, and the strong smell of blood hit An Jing's face. The dark river of blood was surging, and he saw skulls rolling in front of his eyes.

There was no hatred, no blood, only familiar faces rolling past him and then disappearing into the blood.

An Jing stared at them in silence until these faces also disappeared and turned into dust in the sky.

The wind rose, the sobbing, the whispering, the sad wind stirred up the mournful and hateful mist.

Countless hatred and endless regrets.

The river water receded, and the riverbed was filled with white bones. Shadows flowed, revealing the withered old trees and heads hanging like leaves behind. Flowers bloomed, and they were pairs of blood-soaked hands that wanted to reach out and call for help.

The road ends.

The dream is about to wake up.

It's raining.

Blood splattered on the ground and soaked An Jing's whole body.

An Jing had a dream.

He dreamed about the death and evil happening around him.

Everything he had ignored, looked askance at, and remained silent about.

After being silent throughout the dream, he smiled.

"Thank you."

He laughed from the bottom of his heart, blood flowing down his face, streaking across his features: "Thank you for being willing to see me one last time and tell me all this."

“It’s just that this isn’t all.”

"Tell me everything."

"I want to see more, I want to remember it all."

"I swear."

"I……"

“Never forget!”

Sonorous!

There was a sound of sword sound.

The dead trees trembled, and the blood river surged!
The dark wind, the dead trees, the evil fog, and even the waves on the blood river, all piled up one after another, as if they were about to transform into countless unstoppable blades and fly towards An Jing.

"sword!"

Shouting angrily, An Jing stretched out one hand, grasped the wind and clouds, grabbed the evil mist, and a sword appeared!

Reality, An Jing suddenly opened his eyes.

Waking up from his deep dream, he stood up, all the muscles and bones in his body vibrated, and huge puffs of white smoke rose above his head.

And in his hand, wisps of scarlet aura seeped out, and with the shape of the empty hand in An Jing as the source, it condensed into an illusory and hazy blood sword!
An Jing took a step forward, his clothes fluttered, the mist spread out and turned into a circle, but he didn't care and slashed forward with a sword!
The wind is howling and the vapor turns into a white rainbow!
A visible sword energy flashed forward, breaking through the sand, dust, mud and rocks in front of it and cutting a crack in the ground!
The inner breath leaves the body, rushing like a river...

This is the state where the inner breath is as vast as a river!

(End of this chapter)