"Although your soul is incomplete and cannot absorb spiritual power to practice, you must know one thing: the practitioners practice not martial arts, but through constant insights, building a path that belongs only to themselves. Do you know why I let Mr. Bai suppress the inner alchemy? At that time, I was suffering from the inner demon calamity. If I were not careful, I would never be able to recover. Therefore, I took a clever trick to use Mr. Bai to suppress his cultivation and force myself to face the flaws in my state of mind to seek a breakthrough."

Xiao Shu said it lightly, but even the butterflies connected to his soul cannot understand it. The first catastrophe is the heavenly catastrophe, which focuses on the removal of the mortal fetus, the second catastrophe is the inner demon, and the more important it is the state of mind breaking out of the cocoon and turning into a butterfly. After two catastrophes, Xiao Shu can already call himself an immortal.

"Even if it is the same sword technique, if two people use it, it will have completely different effects. You need to understand the sword path yourself. I will not explain my understanding too much, otherwise it will limit you. You may have a talent and your cultivation will still be above me in the future. If you are bound by my sword path, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Xiao Shu's words were completely empirical. After all, he was a veteran. He knew everything he could teach and what he could not teach. But Die didn't think so. She couldn't understand Xiao Shu's concerns at all. She only knew that if the teacher taught students, he should explain the problem thoroughly so that the students would understand? If all the students could understand it on their own, what would the teacher do? What would the Lingwan do?

"...I...I probably, maybe, can't understand it." Butterfly said hesitantly.

“…”

Xiao Shu was planning to find a sword in an open space. He was about to draw the sword for the butterfly to experience it carefully. He couldn't help but pause when he heard this. He suddenly realized that his statement seemed to be too presumptuous. He forgot to think that the butterfly not only had not been exposed to the sword, but also because his body was taken away, only the residual soul remained. Even though he built a spiritual body for the butterfly, he was controlling that body after all. In other words, no matter how he practiced, the butterfly was just a bystander, so how could he have a sense of it?

"Or... forget it."

Seeing that Xiao Shu was a little embarrassed, Die knew that he was a burden and was unwilling to increase Xiao Shu's burden.

Xiao Shu chuckled when he heard this, "Since you can't control this body, go to my sea of ​​consciousness. I can divide my soul and teach you, but it won't take much energy."

The sea of ​​consciousness is the place where the soul lives. The specific location is under the Baihui acupoint of the human brain, between the eyebrows, and deep behind the Yin Hall, Xiao Shu is no exception. Everyone's sea of ​​consciousness is completely different. Generally speaking, it is the sea of ​​consciousness that nourishes the soul and maintains the sea of ​​consciousness. The butterfly's sea of ​​consciousness was fragmented because the soul was swallowed by the void.

Xiao Shu's sea of ​​consciousness is stable and imaginative. Generally, ordinary people's sea of ​​consciousness is gray and foggy, which is a manifestation of the inability to power the soul. His sea of ​​consciousness is nothingness that cannot be seen at the end, only the soul hangs high and shines down to the vast thousand. In comparison, the butterfly's residual soul is as weak as a firefly, as if a gust of wind can easily blow it out.

If it weren't for Xiao Shu's deliberate guidance, she would not be able to enter this sea of ​​consciousness at all. She could only stay in the spirit body or hover over the inner elixir to absorb the elixir. It would not be Xiao Shu's stinginess. But for cultivators, the sea of ​​consciousness and the inner elixir are not only the key to cultivation, but also the intercourse between life and life. If Xiao Shu hadn't understood the butterfly, he would not have made this decision.

A bright light fell from the hanging soul, showing Xiao Shu's appearance. After passing through the inner demon, his appearance changed again. He was wearing a white dress, snow-like long sliding from his shoulders, silver fluttering, and his calm eyes were alienated and indifferent, without seeing the seven emotions and six desires, as if he could see through the world at one glance.

Although she was close to her, Butterfly could still feel the distance between the two of them. This sense of distance made her feel inferior and panic, and could only look up, just like looking up at the bright moon.

Xiao Shu noticed the strangeness of the butterfly's emotions, but he did not restrain his oppression on the butterfly. It was so difficult for a wisp of residual soul to recover, just like a seedling. It was useless to care for it alone. It took wind and snow to grow. This was just the first step.

Xiao Shu thought, and another ray of light fell from the sky above the sea of ​​consciousness, hanging directly in front of Butterfly. When the light was reduced, Butterfly saw clearly that there was a sword hanging in front of her. The sword body was as hazy as fog, as if it had no substance, but the sharp sword intent washed away like a storm, almost making it impossible for her to maintain her body.

"Hold the sword." Xiao Shu said calmly.

When Butterfly heard this, he calmed down, suppressed his fear, and slowly stretched out his hand to the hilt of the sword. In an instant, her right hand was torn apart by the sword intent. Butterfly looked at the hazy sword in front of him in horror, and couldn't help but take several steps back.

Xiao Shu twisted his finger and restored the butterfly's right hand to its original state through the symbiosis technique. He still said in a deep voice, "Don't hesitate, hold the sword."

Butterfly calmed a little while hearing the sound, but at that moment, if she hadn't retreated quickly, she would have been killed by the sword intent. She still couldn't curb her fear of this sword. But when she saw Xiao Shu's eyes staring at her in the outskirts, she once again plucked up the courage, walked towards the sword, and slowly stretched out her hand...

Once... twice...

Ten times...one hundred times...

Her right hand was torn and repaired again and again. She tried the most basic sword with just the most basic sword. Unlike the pain, the pain of tearing the soul was even more than a hundred times. If Xiao Shu hadn't been with her, she would have collapsed long ago.

"The more you are afraid and hesitant, the more you will be rejected by the sword intent. You have to feel this sword intent, try to understand it and accept it. Each sword has its own sword soul, even if it is cast by mortal iron. If you want to hold it, you cannot be afraid or hesitate. Only in this way can it accept you."

Xiao Shu was waiting for Butterfly to give up, or she really held the hilt of the sword, but in fact Xiao Shu knew very well that the possibility of the latter was too small, and the remnant soul was destined to Butterfly not be able to practice sword like a normal person. If Butterfly wanted to practice sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, he had to adapt to his sword intent, otherwise everything would be empty talk.

But accordingly, once the Butterfly succeeds, her swordsmanship will be very high, saving her hard work day after day and directly realizing Xiao Shu’s swordsmanship. Although there is suspicion of pulling seedlings to help grow, at the moment, this is the best way to come up with. As long as his swordsmanship does not stop, the Butterfly will not stop.

"Don't be afraid...Don't hesitate...but..."

The more she said the voice of Butterfly became lighter and lighter, Xiao Shu said it very easily, but no matter how much she forced herself, her inner emotions could not be changed by saying something. It was really painful, and the pain could not be described in words.

Xiao Shu didn't say anything, and he smiled tiredly. At this time, the butterfly realized that at some point, the dazzling soul as bright as the rising sun was a whole circle smaller than the beginning, and the oppression brought to her by Xiao Shu in front of her was getting weaker and weaker. Yes, his failures time and time, every time he repaired the residual soul was consumed by Xiao Shu's soul power. Although she was suffering, Xiao Shu might have endured more for her.

What am I afraid of?

What am I hesitating about?

"Hold the sword." Xiao Shu repeated again.

Butterfly let out a deep breath. She forced herself to think nothing and stretched out her hand again. But this time she did not rush to hold it up, but gently touched the mist dispersed by the sword body, as gentle as if she was treating a newborn baby. She did not retreat at all with the sword intent, closed her eyes and felt the sword intent. She was afraid because she didn't understand, and was rejected because she didn't understand. Then she just wanted to understand it.

Xiao Shu's mouth raised slightly, and the red leaf sword condensed in his hand, rushing towards the butterfly like a terrifying geese. The sharp sword blade directly hit the butterfly's heart without any mercy. The sword intent was like a turbulent tide. In an instant, the entire sea of ​​consciousness began to shake because of this sword.

Facing this sword, Butterfly was unable to react and was at a loss. She didn't know how to resist Xiao Shu's shocking sword. When she noticed it, the sword was less than three inches away from her. How to resist it?

clang!

The sword blades intersected, and the huge impact force made Xiao Shu's body fly away. The butterfly looked at the sword in his hand in shock. The originally foggy sword body had turned into a solid body. The sword was three feet long and two feet wide and half a finger wide. The gray sword body was covered with patterns. When you look closely, it turned out to be flying butterflies.

"Give me a name, this sword will belong to you in the future." Xiao Shu said with a little tired smile.

This is not a sword, but a seed of swordsmanship. Based on his swordsmanship and the remnant soul of the butterfly. Although Xiao Shu was relaxed, he was actually very tired. In order to help the butterfly pave the way, he was greatly exhausted, so he was shocked by the Butterfly's sword, but he was very satisfied with this result.

"real!?"

Butterfly looked at the sword in her hand in surprise, and her heart intersected. She gently stroked the pattern on the sword's body, and she liked it indescribably as if it belonged to her.

"Dancing butterfly, just ask it to dance butterfly."

As soon as Butterfly finished speaking, Wudie Sword seemed to respond to her, and whistle made a light sound, turning into a stream of light and sank into her eyebrows. Butterfly thought, Wudie appeared in her hands again, completely losing the previous sense of repulsion. When she waved, she was like her own arm, not at all as heavy as she looked, and she was as light as her feathers.

"Although you can hold a sword, you do not understand the sword art contained in it, and you still need to understand it carefully. If you are lazy, it will also disappear invisible. If you do not advance, you will retreat, and if you are deserted, you will be abandoned. Let's stop here today. You should nourish your soul and don't forget what I said today."

Xiao Shu's words are not exaggeration. Dancing butterflies are separated from his swordsmanship. Although they are mainly butterflies at this moment, they are just a seedling after all. If the butterflies are unable to make any progress in the swordsmanship for a long time, Dancing butterflies will be like a seed without water and will die sooner or later.

"I understand, Xiao, old, teacher."

Butterfly deliberately dragged a long voice, she made a face at Xiao Shu, put the Wudie into a narrow spot of light, and broke away from the sea of ​​consciousness, and once again hung above the inner alchemy.

"The White Envoy has seven swords, and Zhenren Zhang also has three swords of heaven, earth and man. Although I ascended to the immortal world, I only have one sword, which is a little less." Xiao Shu looked at the red leaf sword in his hand and couldn't help but murmur.
Chapter completed!