What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

The art of the Heart Sword.

Although none of the Sword Sect's classic texts ever discussed this method, Lin Wuhua was convinced that this was the path he should take in the simulator.

So he began to explore systematically.

The simulated passage of time.

Unbeknownst to him, he had been in the Sword Sect for more than three years in the simulation.

In the past three years, he has basically read all the books in the library that he could.

He read a lot of reflections and memoirs, especially.

Weed out the dross and kept the essence, reading one book after another, from the surface to the core.

The more he looked, the more convinced he became that the "heart" and the "sword" were directly related.

In the library, Lin Wuhua opened another book.

Spirit Wind Sword

The elder who founded this swordsmanship was a man of quick wit; in his memoirs, he wrote:

"...My father was a fisherman. Every day when he went out to sea, he would stand among the rocks. My father told me that the wind has no fixed shape and the waves have no fixed pattern, but the wind comes first and the waves follow. If you understand the wind, you can guess the waves."

"So from a young age I often observed the wind, watching it pass through the crevices of the reefs, stir up the waves, and blow the sails. Later, when I held a sword, I thought that the sword should be like the wind, agile and formless, alive and unhindered."

"But if anyone who comes after me sees this, he must remember: the wind and the waves have nothing to do with each other. My father was observing the wind only to predict today's weather, so as not to end up drowning."

The elder emphasized that his understanding of the wind was his own and warned others not to imitate it.

Lin Liyu opened a copy of the "Chongyuan Sword Manual." The elder, who had started as a blacksmith's apprentice, wrote:

"Good steel needs a heavy hammer. With each hammer blow and each strike, when the heat is right, the sword will have its own strength."

"I wield my sword with the method of my hammer; each strike is like a hammer falling, heavy as a mountain. When the enemy's sword breaks, this is my sword."

There's also "The Ferryman's Sword," a story about a boatman who, because of his poverty, ferries people across the river for free.

"The sword should not be wielded; it should flow like clouds and water, unattached to things, helping others and oneself."

And the "Mountain-Breaking Sword Technique," which Lin Wuhua used to defeat Xie Jiexue:

"My grandfather could break stones effortlessly; with one blow, the stone would split open along its grain."

"Therefore, my sword uses softness to overcome hardness and follows the trend, targeting the enemy's weaknesses and breaking through all defenses with a single strike."

"But my grandfather only had his wrist broken by my great-grandfather when he was young during a fight. Although it healed, he was left with a lingering injury."

"Therefore, this was my grandfather's regret, but also a wise decision made out of necessity. I hope that those who come after him will remember this."

One pile, one piece.

In these detailed and fully verifiable insights, all the founders of swordsmanship are based on the same core principle.

They created swordsmanship to solve their own problems, based on their own observations and practice, rather than on any rigid principles.

In short, the sword is a big basket, and everything is put into it.

Lin Wuhua even saw a small booklet collected by the Sword Sect.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, in the neighboring eastern country, there was a sword saint in the ancient Ashina Kingdom.

He rode a horse carrying a halberd and was also skilled with a musket. He would kill his enemies every time, claiming to be a sword saint and saying that his opponents' swordsmanship was inferior.

"...I think a sword should be like a gun, killing with a single blow, without being bound by formalities."

Hesitation leads to defeat.

"My friend often criticized me, saying that this sword was truly absurd. But he was defeated and died in a duel, and I avenged him with a gun."

"I paid my respects to him at his grave with tears in my eyes."

"What he didn't know was that once I killed the swordsman opposite me, his swordsmanship would be inferior to mine."

Finally, there's a kind comment.

"Those who come after, remember this: the skill of a swordsman does not lie in what you use, but in whether people believe you used a sword after you have killed them."

"I believe you, you are the Sword Saint."

It's hard to imagine how Lin Wuhua felt when he saw it.

It is said to be the underworld.

The traveling disciple found the legend quite interesting, so he brought the booklet back and placed it in the scripture pavilion on the first floor.

So, in conclusion, all pioneers and innovators practice what they understand as swordsmanship.

So Lin Liyu picked up his sword and began going to the Sutra Repository every day.

He began to practice each sword technique one by one, putting them into practice personally.

And within this, Lin Wuhua was certain that his sword bone was indeed related to the Heart Sword Technique.

Mechanical sword practice won't give him any insights into swordsmanship.

However, if he thoroughly learns swordsmanship through disassembly, reconstruction, and imitation, and then uses his own understanding to drive the movement, his sword swings will be much more precise and varied.

He felt that the sword was obeying him.

In the sword training ground, Lin Liyu's figure soared up, like a flying crane.

His close disciples standing nearby applauded enthusiastically.

"As expected of the top scholar of Wuhua, this Crane-shaped Sword is truly excellent."

"Her figure was like that of a crane, and her clothes fluttered in the wind; she was truly magnificent."

Lin Wuhua ignored him and fell like a hawk.

With a single swing of the sword, a flash of light appeared.

A sharp, thin line was drawn across the surface of the stone puppet, splitting it in two, and the two broken pieces fell to the ground.

Then, the two broken pieces shattered into pieces.

Only then did Lin Wuhua open his eyes and look at the people who had started the disturbance.

Suddenly, he casually flicked his wrist, and a fan appeared in his hand.

Like a storyteller, he began to chant with intonation and rhythm:

"Practice until your body resembles a crane, and you can read two volumes of scriptures beneath a thousand pine trees."

"I came to ask the question, but there was nothing more to say; the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle."

The praise grew even louder.

"Well done, as expected of the chief of Wuhua, even the poems and prose about the Crane-shaped Sword are so wonderful."

Lin Wuhua smiled smugly: "That's right, don't underestimate the value of the 103,000 Sword Sect classics in my library..."

Lin Wuhua waved his fan, no longer practicing his swordplay.

"The morning class is over. We'll work on the rest of our practice later."

Lin Wuhua and his cronies started chatting.

Lin Wuhua has been in the Sword Sect for three years, and he has spent those three years in the Scripture Pavilion.

During these three years, because of his tireless writing and willingness to help others, most of the disciples in the sect received his guidance.

In addition, he is a very interesting person, so naturally he has many acquaintances.

Suddenly, the scene fell silent.

A chilling aura swirled around Lin Wuhua from behind.

Lin Wuhua stopped fanning himself.

"Jie Xue, you're here."

Xie Jiexue looked at him with a cold face.

"You're always there when the sword-fighting arena is in an uproar, Lin Wuhua."

Lin Wuhua refused to admit it: "How can you say that? Look..."

He turned around and fell silent.

I don't know where those guys who told him to be funny have gone.

The bond between fellow disciples is surprisingly deep.

He hid the fan behind his back and grinned mischievously.

"Senior Sister Xie, look..."

Xie Jiexue drew his sword: "Chief Lin, such jesting is unacceptable among fellow disciples."

Lin Wuhua choked up.

Then he said, "Stop the snow."

Xie Jiexue's eyes softened, and he sheathed his sword.

She tossed her long hair back.

"Yes, a treasure trove."

As Xie Jiexue walked, she talked to Lin Wuhua about something.

—The issue of sect missions.