Nie Wushuang said in surprise: "Who?"

"It's me!" The voice sounded in Nie Wushuang's mind again: "You don't have to speak out when you communicate with me. You can just say whatever you want to say to me in your mind."

Nie Wushuang then came to his senses. On the sea of ​​consciousness, the fat man sat upright on the calm sea of ​​consciousness, opened his eyes and stared at the front with expressionless face.

"Aren't you repairing your soul?" Before Nie Wushuang could finish his thoughts, he could only hear the little fat man's voice floating out of his mind: "I'm tired, rest."

Nie Wushuangqi said: "Is it also tiring to repair my soul?"

"Yeah, it's better to have some auxiliary things."

Nie Wushuang nodded and said, "Well, what's missing? By the way, you just said that this mysterious sword skill is a slap in a blatant way? What does it mean? Is it fake?"

"It's true, just like I took a first-grade Qi-gathering pill and said: The best pill in the world."

Nie Wushuang suddenly understood and was speechless: "Then dare you say that this martial arts is the best in the world at the beginning?"

The little fat man said: "I don't have any martial arts skills, but I dare to be the best in the world. Of course, maybe I have a shallow understanding and have never seen it before? But I know a set of sword skills, so you can try to practice it."

"Oh? What level?" Nie Wushuang said with some conscience: "You... can you have any other good martial arts?"

The little fat man said calmly: "I don't know if it's good or not. I've seen this thing, it's really not small, but do you have the ability to learn it? I don't know."

Nie Wushuang: "Well, what price should I pay?" After being educated by Fu Xuesong, Nie Wushuang had a deeper understanding of the world of cultivation in his mind. He knew that if it was really a benefit, he would take it away in vain, and I was afraid that there would be trouble in the future.

Little fat man: "Haha." Little fat man smiled casually, and did not answer Nie Wushuang's words. He just continued, "I will give you seven poems first, you can choose one from them. First: the lonely smoke in the desert; second: the withering and flourishing; third: the confidant in the sea; fourth: the moistening things silently; fifth: the moon surging the river; six: a pot of wine among the flowers. Seven: you will be on the top of the mountain. You can choose one at will based on your own feelings."

Nie Wushuang: "What do you think is good?"

The little fat man's voice was very dull: "You choose it yourself."

After thinking for a while, Nie Wushuang seemed to have made up his mind and gritted his teeth and said to the fat man in his mind: "A pot of wine among the flowers."

Little fat man: "These seven sentences are seven sword techniques."

"What? Seven-stroke sword techniques? What level does it belong to?"

"Yes, it's just seven moves. Well, as for the level difference, the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth, I don't know which level difference they belong to. It should be said that they probably do not belong to any of these four levels."

"This... the sword technique is really strange. You can't determine which level they belong to in the magic technique. The name of the sword technique is so weird, and there is only one move for each sentence?"

The little fat man pondered for a while and said, "You should learn or not, you can do it yourself, but your understanding is not enough to allow you to learn one move in such a short time. No, even if you can realize three points in one move."

"Little fat man, are you sure it's a sword technique? It's just five words, I can't understand it in nine days? Could it be that you are not talking about one move? In fact, this move contains many moves?"

"Only one move, one sword is one move. One move is only one sword. If you choose a pot of wine in Huajian, okay, then from today on, I will teach you this sword. As for whether you can learn it, it depends on your luck."

Seeing this little fat man talking about these seven sword techniques in such a serious way, Nie Wushuang decided to take a look first.

The little fat man's voice sounded: "You use the Demon-Subduing Sword first, but if you really want to exert the power of this sword technique, my body is OK, but... at least you have to wait for you to practice until the Dan-Creating Stage."

Nie Wushuang did not agree with the fat man saying this, but the other party's soul is so weak now. If he drives him away, Nie Wushuang cannot do such a thing. As for the sword moves mentioned by the fat man, although Nie Wushuang did not agree with the sword moves, Fu Xuesong's lesson just made him desire to improve his strength to the extreme. Moreover, the seven sword moves mentioned by the fat man are just seven lines of poetry. In his opinion, it is definitely easier to learn than the magic-subduing sword technique when it is integrated into the sword technique.

So Nie Wushuang decided to try these seven sword techniques first according to what the fat man said. If he found that this sword technique was purely nonsense, it would not be too late to practice the magic-subduing sword technique. Anyway, for Nie Wushuang, as long as it was an opportunity to improve his strength, he would not want to let it go at all now.

"You use the Demon-Subduing Sword to slash out from top to bottom, and don't release your spiritual power." The fat man began to teach sword techniques.

Nie Wushuang did as he did, and it was ordinary after one knife; since the spiritual energy was not used, there was nothing surprising about this knife except for a scream in the air.

"Okay, you'll kill it again, this time you have to think of the saying "A pot of wine in the flower village."

The saying of a pot of wine in the flower village flashed in Nie Wushuang's mind. He also did not use his spiritual energy, and the sword could not be cut at the beginning.

"Well, try to think about the first word of this sentence first, flower! Then kill."

Nie Wushuang raised his long sword and slashed it with one knife. The word "flower" appeared in his mind. When the sword fell, he felt a erratic feeling, and it felt like it was slashing on the petals.

"Hey! Not bad, have a good understanding. The sword you just now is very different from the two swords before. There are countless flowers, and each flower represents a different artistic conception. Although this set of seven sword techniques does not have a whole name, each sword technique has its own characteristics. If you practice the sword technique you choose, you can reach one sword and cut it away. In an instant, the opponent will feel a pot of fragrant wine in the endless sea of ​​flowers. The wine smells it. Think about it, if you slash at a drunk person with one sword, how would he react?"

When Nie Wushuang heard this, his mind suddenly fell into deep thought. Suddenly, he suddenly felt that the sword technique seemed to be good: "It's interesting."

The little fat man smiled and said, "This knife technique is not only interesting. I have seen someone use the trick of a pot of wine in Huajian. It uses my original body, so I have a deep understanding. With one knife, the three masters will be in the illusion at the same time, and they will instantly appear in a state of emptiness and lightness. The sword arrives and dies. Your understanding is not bad, otherwise the first word "花" would be enough for you to figure it out for several years."

Nie Wushuang was thinking in his heart. After listening to the fat man's words, he felt that what the fat man said was not so irrelevant. Although this sword skill was only one sword, one sword would slash out a kind of artistic conception, an artistic conception that made the opponent fall into it in an instant.

"In this sword skill, you must first feel the artistic conception in the sentence, be immersed in it, and then forget this artistic conception, integrate the artistic conception into the knife, integrate the opponent into it, and kill the opponent, which is considered to be a learning. It's a pity that the nine days are too short, and can you achieve a point with the artistic conception of the word "flower"? If there is one point, when your spiritual energy is released, the other party is trapped in the artistic conception, and you can control life and death freely." said the little fat man.

Nie Wushuang said excitedly: "Artistic conception, that is to say, this sword move is about to make the opponent fall into artistic conception?"

"It's okay for you to understand this way, but it's not that simple." The little fat man said with a smile.

"I seem to understand a little." Nie Wushuang said: "The artistic conception is to cut out with one knife, and it is not simple."

The little fat man said: "These seven sword techniques seem simple, but they are actually very complicated. You have a good understanding. If an ordinary person wants to understand it, it will take many years to just one word. Just say a pot of wine in the flower shop. Just look at these five words and you can't see anything at all. Why is it so difficult? In fact, what I said is not in words or in the knife itself. But the difficulty lies in the sword moves cut by the person who uses the sword. How can the opponent fall into selflessness in an instant, enter, exit the country, and then enter the country again. When the opponent continues to fall into the artistic conception, the person who uses the sword will slash with the sword and spit out the spiritual power, and kill the opponent will naturally be no difficulty."

Nie Wushuang was like this, under the teaching of the little fat man, practicing one knife after another. The five words "a pot of wine in the flower seem to have no profound meaning, but it is really difficult to imitate the artistic conception of it. Nie Wushuang cut it for a whole day, not to mention that the artistic conception of the whole poem was not simulated, and even the artistic conception of a flower had not been cut out. Finally, Nie Wushuang was dizzy and had to give up first, and then while thinking, he was eating something.

The little fat man would keep pointing out Nie Wushuang's weaknesses, either because Nie Wushuang was wrong in thinking about the artistic conception when he used the sword, or because the artistic conception was just one step away from the sword, he could not continue.

After dinner in the evening, Nie Wushuang started practicing constantly again.

After not sleeping all night, Nie Wushuang kept slashing and the Demon-Subduing Sword buzzed. Fortunately, this practice did not require spiritual energy, which made Nie Wushuang full of energy. Until the early morning of the next morning, when the sun shone, Nie Wushuang was still standing in the stone house, constantly slashing the Demon-Subduing Sword in his hand.

"Learn this sword technique, not to seek quick success, but the key is to understand. Wushuang, you should have more insights. I remember that friend who used this sword technique said before that sometimes he had to practice for a hundred years to be selfless, and practice for another hundred years to enter the country. After entering the country, he spent another two hundred and thirty years to make his opponent leave the country. In the end, it took him more than five hundred years to make his opponent leave the country and enter the country when he took the sword. This was the time to practice this sword move. You are already very fast."

At this point, Nie Wushuang understood why the little fat man said that in these nine days, he could understand the point of this sword technique. He had sneered at this matter before, but now he found that it was really not certain.

"Why can't I even touch the edge of the artistic conception in this day and night?" Nie Wushuang thought, but the long sword in his hand had never stopped. If he had been fighting with Mo Qingyu, Nie Wushuang would have given up long ago. What he gave up was not because this sword move was difficult to achieve and the artistic conception was difficult to cut out, but he did not believe the little fat man's words at all. But now he felt that it was not important whether the fat man's words were trustworthy or not. The existence of any martial arts had its value and reason. As long as he persisted, Nie Wushuang believed that he could definitely cut out the artistic conception of this sword technique.

How can you give up halfway when learning sword techniques? If you encounter greater difficulties in practicing the magic-subduing sword technique, then what martial arts should you choose to practice?
Chapter completed!