Chapter 106: Huaguang, Excalibur

The moonlight is so cold.
　　 Lu Zhengkang put Mo Yun on the ground little by little, and then let go of the tiger's mouth.
　　 The swordsman stumbled back a few steps, cold sweat poured out intensively from the front and back of his forehead, wet his robe, but he didn't notice it, his mind was still immersed in that moment.
　　 If his swordsmanship is from the Qianlong out of the East China Sea Guixu, then Lu Zhengkang's hand is the long wind and flowing clouds that cover nine days.
　　 The flying dragon is hidden in the clouds and mist, and is bound to it in the end.
　　 The deep sword aura rushed out, without any force, not even half of the opponent's hair was scratched.
　　 Mo Yun probably knew that this was because Lu Zhengkang's body guard was too heavy and solid, and the strength of this sword was completely offset.
　　 But when did his palm appear in front of his shoulder?
　　 The swordsman recalled the scene just a moment ago.
　　 The tip of the sword pressed against the coat, and the long and weft threads on the fabric were poked into a small round pit, which was about to be cut by the edge.
　　 Then, the palm arrived.
　　 When did you lift it up?
　　 Is it when the sword is out? Or when the tip of the sword is displayed?
　　 If the speed of raising his hand is really so fast, it is impossible not to bring the slightest wind.
　　 Have you always put your hands on your shoulders? This is just waiting for you?
　　 Memories are raging, and an overlooked scene gradually emerges in my mind.
　　 That is, Lu Zhengkang is raising his hand-indeed very fast, but not to the point of instantaneous arrival.
　　 At that time, the sword was still some distance away from him, and the angle of view was very clear.
　　Why would I ignore this picture?
　　Thinking hard.
　　 Lu Zhengkang smiled and took the initiative to explain.
　　 "Do you know what you lack?"
"What is missing?"
　　 "What's missing is a lively mind. Your sword is like yours. Although it is a gathering of spirits and spirits, it is like a golden bean, but it is too independent and straightforward. It patronizes my inner feelings and ignores external changes."
　　 Mo Yun didn't say a word, he didn't even understand the true meaning of these words, and he was still comprehending why the sword that was just now failed.
　　 "At the last juncture, and committing the old problem again, are you still thinking that I am a fool who doesn't know how to move?"
　　 answered with silence.
"You holding the sword, like a child, are fascinated by the chaotic swordsmanship, and the battle is changing rapidly, but you only pay attention to your own sword. Of course, it is more than enough to deal with mediocre hands, but against a master, even escape is a luxury. "
　　 "You are a kid." Mo Yun said loudly, unconvinced, "I will know how to break your catch!"
　　 Lu Zhengkang's childish face showed a calm smile, "Well, I'll wait for you, and come over when you're ready."
　　 Quiet for a long time.
　　 On the white snowy ground, the bamboo shadows swayed slightly, and the slender twigs lingered endlessly, knocking each other firmly, and the sparse bamboo leaves were slightly shaken by the cold wind, splashing with a gentle and gentle sound of waves.
　　 A light cloud that is as shallow as a mist covers the crescent moon in the sky, and this dumb gleam is dizzy on the thin gauze cloud, like a curtain of eyes, reflecting the lights of the world.
　　 Mo Yun gently shot his sword.
　　 Sword light is clearer than moonlight.
　　 There are no swordsmen in the world, only the flower-like sword.
　　 The moon is like a jade mirror, and the sword is like an ice plate.
　　 shines through the earth, the sun, the moon, and the stars, against the cold of Kyushu.
　　 The swordsmanship of being in love and into the scene is already a shortcut.
　　 Lu Zhengkang looked at the night sky and smiled.
　　 "It's a bit interesting." I don't know if it's moonlight or Mo Yun's sword.
　　 Don't think about anything.
Do not think.
　　 Turn the sword, shoot the sword, as long as it is fast enough, faster!
　　 "The mind gives birth to a thought, and once it enters the nurture, there is no thought for thought, but no law."
　　 spread out his five fingers, and the palms contracted in the wind direction on all sides, and each stream of air flow was like a rope of spirit, spontaneously binding a ray of sword light.
　　 Weave one by one and form a net piece by piece.
　　 Pressed down on the palm, and the sword energy was deeply pressed into the ground.
　　 No matter how free and easy the sword is, it cannot escape the flood of fate, and this palm is the fate of heaven.
　　 Mo Yun sat down on the ground, almost no blood on his face.
　　 "Why?"
　　 "Your sword is completely controlled by your thoughts, and you have too many distracting thoughts. This kind of sword is full of flaws, not to mention your deep obsession, the sword aura is chaotic, and the advance and retreat are unfounded."
　　 The brilliant sword that can be called the classic of the swordsman's life is fancy and pale in Lu Zhengkang's spicy comments.
　　 Mo Yun rubbed his face, lifted his spirits, stood up and bowed deeply, "Master, please teach me the real swordsmanship."
　　 Swordsmanship.
　　 Lu Zhengkang groaned.
　　 In the previous life, as a bug, he used sword-like bone nails. At that time, his swordsmanship was tempered in dreams, and the swordsmanship focused on the soul. These are not rare in the world of Taiwu martial arts.
　　 Mo Yun does not lack an understanding of swordsmanship.
　　 What he lacks is the heart of victory and the understanding of natural laws.
　　Lu Zhengkang's every move is as natural as the flow of the upper edge, fits good fortune, and the world is the heart.
　　 And Mo Yun's swordsmanship is taking the path of heart-generation universe and unsentimental, but he obviously hasn't reached this point.
"You shouldn't practice this "Heart Sword Sutra". It restrains the aura that you haven't conceived. It's like putting a cover on a sapling, forcibly fixing the body, plus the divine will in that broken sword. You are repeating the path of that swordsman now. In the future, you may become another him." Lu Zhengkang strolled through the snow, not half a footprint under his feet.
　　 "But the sky is inexhaustible. Fortunately, it is fragments and swords. His mark is broken. You may have a chance to break the cage in the future."
　　 Lu Zhengkang circled the Mo Yun, every sentence pierced the swordsman’s chest like a knife.
　　 "Please... teach me."
　　 "Is it quick or slow?"
　　 "How is the crash?"
　　 "Quick achievement is to kill people, treat these people as distracting thoughts, when the mind is calm, when will the swordsmanship become."
　　 "What about slow work?"
　　 "Appreciate the flowers and make the moon, recite poems and play the piano, in short, do something you like and forget the sword."
　　 Mo Yun interrupted aloud, "Forgot the sword? How do you kill the enemy?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang didn’t answer, and he finished talking,
Either as much as you want, or you can’t forget your feelings, how do you choose is yours, I will go back to sleep.

　　Ta Shi Shiran returned to Junxian's house and sat on the couch, sinking into the Pure Land Pearl.
　　 Three days ago, Shaolin found that the missing Bodhisattva had been fried.
　　Of course, they are not worried that the Bodhisattva will be abducted by human traffickers, they are afraid that Lu Zhengkang will be abducted by a bald donkey from another temple.
　　 Those kind-faced, black-faced bald heads and slippery brains are all thinking about how to invite the Bodhisattva to their temple to make offerings. Sinister!
　　 Zi Xing Zen Master was so worried that he could hardly eat.
　　 This person could not be found, and there was no news in the Pure Land Pearl. The old monk felt that his beloved treasure had been cheated away.
"The Buddha, Ami, within five days, Lao Na will hear the news of the Buddha! Otherwise, don't come back!" The abbot stomped, and the whole Songshan trembled three times. Several pilgrims were unstable and fell one. Da Pi Dun shouted: "The earth dragon has turned over!"
"Abbot, don't be angry with your body," the first few came over to complete the field, and don't know what the so-called standard of being angry with the body, "Buddhas must travel to save all living beings. Let's wait in the temple with peace of mind. As for running errands, Things can be left to the lay disciples."
　　 All monks nodded in praise.
　　 The old monk was also gleeful when he heard that. Just as he wanted to agree, he heard the sentence "The heart is not pure, how to understand Zen, be honest, don't come to me."
　　 Zi Xing Zen Master’s face suddenly collapsed, like a tuft of steamed potatoes that was beaten vigorously.
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