After a night, Fang Yuan came to the deserted palace to practice swords again, but this time, he had a thought to see if the shadow would appear again. For this reason, the place where he chose to practice swords was in front of the deserted palace, where the shadow appeared last night...

However, as he practiced, he gradually forgot about this and was immersed in the practice of swordsmanship.

This whole night passed, and when he stopped exhausted and sweating, it was midnight. The world was quiet, and the surrounding grass and trees were filled with gloomy wind. The night wind blew on his body, and his back, which was sweating profusely, felt cold. This made him slightly come back to his senses, and he looked at the deserted palace inadvertently, and he was stunned.

The shadow of the sword dancing appeared again, but this time, it was in the deserted palace.

It was exactly the same as the one I saw last night, holding a long sword in hand, swinging it freely, with deep sword intent and no reason for the change...

This time Fang Yuan did not rush to go in and disturb him, but watched quietly outside the hall.

After a long time, the shadow of the sword dance gradually faded. At the end, it suddenly disappeared, and suddenly the sword force disappeared into a light of inspiration. Suddenly, it floated into the deserted palace and disappeared.

"It must be a reason for appearing for two consecutive nights..."

Fang Yuan held up his long sword and walked into the deserted palace.

Although there is no light in the deserted palace, Fang Yuan has already cultivated the third level of Qi training, his eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, and he can see the layout clearly in a vague way, which is no different from when he first came. It is just an empty deserted palace with mottled walls and decayed wooden pillars. In front of the hall, there is a statue of the Taoist ancestor god covered with dust, silent and majestic.

In other places, there is nothing else except the broken dust tent and a few rotten cushions.

"Is it because the statue of the Taoist Ancestor God saw me practicing sword and had the intention to transform into a guide to me?"

Fang Yuan thought, climbed to the front of the statue, knocked it, and it made a thud, and his heart rejected it again.

"After all, the statue of God is still a statue of God, and it has no spirituality. This is something else strange..."

Thinking of this, he started searching in the hall again, but after searching for a while, he found nothing. At this time, the night outside the hall was dark, and he could not see his fingers. The night breeze blew, making the grass slanted and leaves messy, like ghosts crying, very desolate. But Fang Yuan was mindful, but he was determined to find out the truth. There must be a reason for the appearance of that shadow. If he didn't find its roots, how could he sleep at night!

"Even if you are a ghost, I have to dig out your grave..."

Fang Yuan thought in his heart, so he searched inch by inch. Finally, on the left side of the statue, he found a blue brick on the ground broken, which was different from other places. He returned to his room, took an oil lamp, and found another shovel, and dug it up on the ground. He dug about seven or eight feet deep, but the shovel hit a hard object. Fang Yuan immediately took the oil lamp and looked carefully.

But I saw a stone tablet buried underground, with words on it.

Fang Yuan calmed down and held his breath, carefully wiped off the soil on the monument, and was slightly stunned: "Wuque Sword Sutra?"

There were bloodstains on the stone tablet, and the handwriting was sharp, like a sword carved. They were four big characters. Every stroke and every stroke seemed to contain an extremely mysterious power. When the oil lamp approached the stone tablet, the flames suddenly trembled. There was no wind in the pit, but it was blown whirring, as if it was activated by the sword energy contained in the words on the monument...

"This stone tablet must have some connection with the ghost who practices swords..."

Fang Yuan felt a sense of familiarity from the handwriting.

When I saw the word, I felt like I saw the ghost who practiced swords before!

He calmed down slightly, and then continued to dig up with a shovel. After half an hour, he finally saw the real seal. The entire stone tablet more than 100 feet was exposed. I don’t know who buried it here, but I saw the secret moma on it, and many small characters were engraved!

Fang Yuan put down the shovel, read it carefully for a moment, and gradually widened his eyes.

"Advance is like a soldier on the battlefield, the long river is broken!"

"Louissance is like seeing thunder, the mountains collapse!"

"Closing like locking across the river, thousands of sails will not cross!"

"It's like a trace of ghosts and gods, and there's no shadow under the candle!"

“…”

The stone tablet is indeed a sword sutra. After reading it for the first time, he could not distinguish the true meaning of this sutra. He could only vaguely feel that what is told in this sword sutra is all about the practice of swordsmanship, which is difficult to understand and profound!

Now he was practicing sword every day, and he was deeply imaginative by Xiao Lajiao’s sword score. Now he suddenly saw a sword scripture and subconsciously continued to read it. However, the more he looked, the more he felt more and more shocked, and the more he looked, the more he became...

This is indeed a sword scripture. The mystery of the meaning and the cleverness of the mind have made Fang Yuan, who has been thinking about how to practice swords every day for more than a month, feels as if he has seen a new world. However, although it is a sword scripture, there are some contradictions and paradoxes in it, especially a large wall, although it is full of words, it is clearly not finished, and it stops abruptly, and the afterglow has not disappeared!

If you really want to talk about it, although its name is "Wuque", it can only be regarded as a broken sword sutra!

"Qingyang Sect is a major sect in the world, and its immortal skills are unpredictable. I believe that this Wuque Sword Sutra is also one of the sword-tracking methods of Qingyang Sect. It is indeed very meaningful. I don't know which predecessor left it. Since this sutra is not complete, I believe there will be a complete book in the Sutra Hall..."

Now Fang Yuanchu has entered the Immortal Sect and is very abiding by the rules. When he suddenly saw such a sword sutra, he did not dare to practice casually, because Qingyang Sect has rules. As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he must report to the sect and get permission. Otherwise, he will violate the rules of the sect. At the least, he will lose his cultivation, and at the worst, he will lose his life.

However, Xiao Lajiao just told him not long ago that martial arts are not in this case, so practicing the sword sutra is not considered a violation of the return rules. In addition, after more than a month of hard practice, he had a lot of questions at this time. Whenever he asked Xiao Lajiao, she refused to give a detailed guide, which made Fang Yuan feel even more itchy. Now that he saw this sword sutra, he was really like a hungry ghost who saw a fat chicken, and a bachelor who saw a pretty widow...

"It's just about learning and solving my doubts, right?"

He thought about it in his mind, and stopped thinking about it, but just started to watch slowly.

The Wuque Sword Sutra engraved on the stone tablet, there are three volumes in total.

Fang Yuan carefully studied it and found that the first part of the Sword Sutra volume 1 talked about the principles of swordsmanship.

There is no specific sword move and sword posture inside, only the interpretation of the meaning of moving swords and controlling swords.

This kind of sword scripture undoubtedly means to talk about war on paper, but for Fang Yuan, what he lacks is not a sword move, but just an understanding and guidance of the sword path. Therefore, when he suddenly saw the first truth in the sword scripture, he was enlightened. Over the past period of time, he has solved a lot of questions due to hard practice of sword moves without any doubts accumulated in a slight manner, and has instantly solved a lot...

It can be said that just a few words of mantra improved his understanding of swordsmanship a lot.

This feeling was like a blind man suddenly opened his eyes and saw this colorful world.

But in the second half of the first volume, the mental method has gradually become mysterious, and the latter part can't be understood even if you read it directly.

What Fang Yuan couldn't understand most was that the Sword Sutra, as mentioned in this Sword Sutra, seemed to be in conflict with each other, as if the person who wrote these mental methods had many doubts, and therefore he simply recorded what he thought in his heart!

If it were someone else, there was nothing he could do about it. Unless he had a better understanding of the sword Tao than the one who wrote the Wuque Sword Sutra, he could have sorted out a clue from these contradictory and chaotic Sword Sutras. But Fang Yuan was different. After careful consideration for a day, he finally couldn't help but perform the "Sky Wave" again one night!

The three thousand great ways are integrated into one furnace, and one technique in mind can bring about all the methods!

The technique of heavenly blasting is all-encompassing, and it is best at deducing the clearest results from a chaos.

Of course, using the pushing technique requires spirit stones.

But Fang Yuan is poor now. Although he still has a few spirit stones on his body, he is reluctant to use them.

Therefore, he hesitated for a long time and decided to save the spirit stones and consume his mind to push it. As a result, he ended up in a very miserable end. His head was dizzy and his body seemed to be hollowed out. He fell asleep for a whole day before he woke up. However, after waking up, he felt his clear understanding of the sword and profound understanding of the principles in his mind, and he felt it was worth it.

The first volume of the Wuque Sword Sutra had already had a very clear result in his heart.

Countless mysterious sword principles were clearly imprinted in his soul!

"So, I've practiced wrong before..."

After thinking about it secretly, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and wanted to pull Xiao Chili to beat him up.

"This dead girl has made me suffer so much..."
Chapter completed!