"The meaning of a knife is tangible when the knife is released, and it is called the meaning of a knife. Before you make a knife, you have not realized the artistic conception. Not to mention the artistic conception among flowers, even the artistic conception of flowers, you have not realized it. Naturally, the knife is as plain as water."

Nie Wushuang slashed out of thin air and fell down.

"No, this is not artistic conception. You are fantasy. There is no set move in this move. There is no particularity for where the blade starts and where it falls. Once the artistic conception is formed, the artistic conception arises before the knife rises, and the sword is not here. Mr. I want to... Hey, young man, since you have chosen this pot of wine among the flowers, you must experience and feel the past and present of the pot of wine among the flowers; flowers alone have thousands of kinds, and each flower has a different appearance, representing different artistic conceptions. There are flowers like spring, flowers like needles, flowers like charming, sword realm is charming, flowers like charming, and flowers are simple and sword realm..."

For four days and four nights, under the guidance of the fat man, Nie Wushuang was fascinated by this sword technique. The more he learned, the more he felt that this sword technique was really full of profound meaning. Later, he had long forgotten the time and doubts. He was just thinking and trying to figure out the artistic conception of this sword technique.

When the fifth morning, Nie Wushuang's Demon-Subduing Sword was slashed out, and the fat man shook his head: "Except for the feeling you had at the beginning, you have no progress in the past four days. You should understand and understand more. The artistic conception of this sword technique is really elusive. Think more about how you touched the ray of flame rules in the flameless fire at that time?"

Nie Wushuangqi said: "This is related to the flame rules?"

The little fat man said: "It doesn't matter, but the same path is the same. They are all rules between heaven and earth, but they have different perceptions. If I hadn't thought of you've understood the rules of the flame, I wouldn't have told you these seven sword techniques. To master this sword technique, you must have a little insight into the rules of heaven and earth, and think more about it."

Nie Wushuang tried hard to recall his thoughts on the flameless fire and fireworks in the flameless fire, and slashed the Demon-Subduing Sword again.

The fat man shook his head: "It's still wrong. Don't go astray. This sword technique mainly depends on the perception and understanding of artistic conception, rather than the pure rules of heaven and earth. Just a pot of wine among flowers, there are thousands of kinds of flowers. In your thoughts, a thought arises from one thought, and dies from one thought. What you think is the other side of the shore or peony flower. Different flowers will have different environments; what you think is when the flowers bloom or when the flowers fall, and the artistic conception is different. So although this move only has one move, there are thousands of artistic conceptions in it. Alas, you should take a good understanding, I have to rest. Now that my soul body is consumed too long, it will be greatly affected. You can feel it first, and I will rest for a while. But I don't guarantee that I will sink into the repair of my soul at any time. If I really sink into it, you don't have to shout me, and it's useless to shout. If I need me, I will appear."

The little fat man said he would rest and leave Nie Wushuang to his own insights.

After tens of thousands of swords were slashed out, Nie Wushuang still couldn't kill the artistic conception of the sword skills. He found that the so-called artistic conception was a little similar to when he first realized the rules of flames, that is, both were limited to a certain space. Fireworks exploded, and in a space, their power would not exceed that space. And now every sword he slashed out seems to be limited to a certain space.

After practicing sword skills until the early morning of the eighth day, Nie Wushuang's eyes closed and he kept experiencing the artistic conception of the flower in the stone house.

Hula!

The knife is from top to bottom, and one knife is slashed.

When the sword energy was rolling, petals rose and rolled in the sword energy.

Nie Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "It's done!"

The little fat man's voice came: "Young man, your knife is just a tangible and unreal, it is a false state; a real pot of wine among the flowers cannot have petals that arise in the sword energy. The sword energy is just the most common slash. In the eyes of outsiders, this knife is no different from the knife you cut vegetables and wood when chopping. Only those who fight you understand that this knife is to bring your opponent into your artistic conception."

Nie Wushuang said dejectedly: "Hey, that's not possible."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the wooden door opened in response to the sound. Bu Yanyun stood at the door with an angry face, looking at Nie Wushuang, tears flashing in his eyes, and murmured: "Nie Wushuang."

Nie Wushuang was experiencing the sword intent when he suddenly saw Bu Yanyun. What kind of sword intent was immediately thrown behind his mind. At this time, his face looked strange and he shouted in a low voice to Bu Yanyun: "Senior Sister Bu."

Bu Yanyun suddenly roared: "I am not your senior sister Bu! Nie Wushuang, tell me, right?"

Nie Wushuang nodded, threw the Demon-Subduing Sword, pulled a stool over and said, "Master Bu...you...you come in first, I will tell you slowly."

Bu Yanyun's eyes were filled with anger and said, "Say, I'll listen."

Nie Wushuang looked at Yanyun and sighed, "Your master has entered the Demon Sect, I..."

Bu Yanyun suddenly laughed loudly, with tears in his laughter: "Sure enough, Senior Brother Mo said it well. I have been thinking of asking you these days why I wanted to kill my master. Senior Brother Mo said that there is always a reason for the cultivation of the truth, life and death. He said that you can sit in the position of the deputy hall master today and step on our master's body. I didn't believe it at first, so I kept waiting for you to explain it to me, but what about you? Yesterday I insisted on coming to find you, and Senior Brother Mo said, if I come to find you, you will naturally have a rude word; I said you can't, Senior Brother Mo said, as long as I come, you, Nie Wushuang, will definitely tell me that my master has entered the demon clan and colluded with the demon clan. Haha, Senior Brother Mo said that it was correct... Nie Wushuang, I, Bu Yanyun, have misunderstood you."

I really didn't know how to explain for a moment. Looking at Bu Yanyun, Nie Wushuang was shocked and speechless, at a loss, and was stunned.

Bu Yanyun pointed at Nie Wushuang and shouted: "Nie Wushuang, kill my master. From today on, you and I will be the enemy of life and death!" After that, Bu Yanyun suddenly turned around and slammed the door and left Nie Wushuang who was stunned on the spot, and said dejectedly: "Sister Bu, Senior Sister Bu..."

When Bu Yanyun asked just now, Nie Wushuang wanted to shake his head and deny it, but how did he deny it? He Qingshan was indeed killed by him by himself. When Fu Xuesong announced that he was the Lord of Hall Fu, he was indeed promoted to the throne because of his contribution to killing He Qingshan. How could he deny Bu Yanyun's problem? At this moment, he recalled what Fu Xuesong said in the house a few days ago. If he knew that he had killed He Qingshan, he could be promoted to deputy Lord of Hall, would he still kill him?

During these eight days, Nie Wushuang kept reminding himself not to think about the things between him and Mo Qingyu a few days ago, and to sink himself into practice and practice hard. Unexpectedly, when he really saw Bu Yanyun, all the deep-buried thoughts in his heart were revealed at this moment, and they kept rolling in his heart. These thoughts included views on the world of cultivation, views on life and death, views on Mo Qingyu, and views on Bu Yanyun...

Suddenly, Nie Wushuang picked up the demon-subduing sword on the ground, dragged the sword slowly across the chest, and then slowly cut it into the air.

At this moment, Nie Wushuang felt that the whole room seemed to turn into a flower, a twin flower; on the upper part of the long flower stem, two petals suddenly bloomed, and above the petals, one was charming, one withered, and the two flowers were competing for beauty, a wet fragrance instantly filled the whole room. Between the petals, it seemed like a man and a woman, the same root and the same stem, entangled with each other, and leaned against each other; when the flowers bloomed, the two flowers fought endlessly.

Nie Wushuang's pupils continued to shrink, and the two flowers in his eyes became clearer and clearer. Nie Wushuang's body kept trembling. A twin flower in his mind, two flowers were competing for beauty, one peanut, and one flower died.

Separation from life and death!

Nie Wushuang's hand slashed with a long sword, a burst of vitality, and a dead aura whistled out from the blade at the same time. With one knife, a twin flower fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!