Haste means not reaching the path, and everything can enter the Tao, but there is no shortcut to go.

This is also the same principle when studying and practicing martial arts. People like Mr. Xu who have made some achievements in some aspects understand one truth. Shortcuts are often evil paths.

Even if you don’t know the specific method of controlling swords with your heart, you should not practice any martial arts like Fang Jue.

He is like dancing and doing exercises now. He looks so beautiful that he looks so beautiful, but where can he play the role of martial arts?

Among the official dance music of the court, there is a kind of "sword dance" used to promote the great martial arts of the court. It is quite good-looking, but if you dance for a lifetime, you have never heard of any dancer and become a master.

He has been a housekeeper for Xu Jin for many years. Old Xu is used to not expressing his opinions on his own initiative. However, when facing this, Xu Jin is very impressed, he himself thinks he is very optimistic about the young man. Housekeeper Xu thinks that he should say something else.

Avoid him going further and further on the wrong path.

"Young Master Fang, your practice seems to be wrong, right?" He pondered for a moment and spoke.

At this moment, Fang Jue's sword technique was just enough to use it. With the last move, the wooden branches in his hand were tattooed with a brick wall like lightning.

Duo,

A very light sound seemed particularly clear in the silent prison.

Immediately afterwards, the dead branches could not bear the huge force and exploded inch by inch, and the wood chips splashed in all directions.

It hit the wall, crackling like a shower.

"Old man, what did you say just now?" Fang Jue turned his head and asked seriously: "Am I wrong?"

"this……"

Butler Xu, who had already had a lot of words to say, now can't even say a word.

On the wall of the prison, a shallow hole appeared in the last thorn in Fang Jue's hand just now.

Not deep, very shallow,

However, a dead branch could use a hole to "punch" a hole in the blue brick wall of the Jiangling Prison Criminal...

"I originally had something to say, but at this moment I was thinking about two other things."

Butler Xu twitched, stretched out a finger, and pointed at Fang Jue.

"Or, you are a martial arts genius who is rare in a century."

"I'm not." Fang Jue decisively denied,

I am a time traveler with gold fingers. Compared to a martial arts genius who is rare in a century, I don’t know how powerful it is. Please don’t insult me.

"Then, it is the greed that is everywhere in Jiangling Mansion, and his heart is as dark as carbon! Even the walls of the prison have cut corners!"

Butler Xu waved his sleeves in annoyance: "It's too much!"

"Old man, is there anything to improve my sword technique?" Fang Jue asked sincerely again.

This guy Wu Junshan is really unreliable to be a teacher. He says ambiguously and confusedly.

As Qingyun's sword technique became faster and faster, Fang Jue felt that he had practiced it wrong.

When practicing swordsmanship, I always feel like "stagnation" and the connection is not smooth.

It was like a vast river. The waves seemed to be surging and rushing forward, but there were countless years of mud and sand silting under the riverbed, hindering the water flow.

People standing by the river may think that the river is majestic, but if they are in the river or even at the bottom of the river, they will find that there are obstacles everywhere and mud everywhere.

It’s like watching flowers in the fog and watching the moon in the water. The shape and color are indeed correct, and you can even smell the fragrance of flowers, but you always feel that there is a layer of indescribable things that make people unable to see completely, hazy and invisible.

I started learning swords from Wu Junshan, but I didn’t feel this way. As I continued to practice swords, especially after several actual combats yesterday, Fang felt that this sense of "stagnation" became even stronger.

In a vague sense, he had a kind of intuition: if the sword moves around, the "sword" just now should not be broken, no matter the dead branches or sharp blades in his hand,

Instead, a sword penetrates the wall.

Of course, it is a bit exaggerated to say that dead branches are dead branches. No matter how fast they are, no matter how powerful they are attached to them, no matter how tricky the angle is, they cannot be harder than blue bricks.

This is a kind of indomitable spirit: as long as you stand in front of me, whether you are a martial arts master or a bronze wall, you will break it with one sword.

However, with the current Qingyun Sword Technique, it is far from enough to do this.

"this……"

After hearing Fang Jue's feelings, the old housekeeper frowned, his expression became a little solemn. He looked at Fang Jue carefully, as if he was looking at a little monster.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Martial arts, called art, and practice to the extreme, are nothing more than the word "exquisite". But what you feel and say is almost like Tao, no longer sticking to specific moves, or even breaking away from the constraints of weapons and physical bodies, and evolving spirit into substance, turning virtual into reality. This... I cannot teach you."

"Turn virtual into reality?" Fang Jue heard these four words again.

When talking about practicing Taoism with Bai Jiner, Bai Jiner also said that a real big monster can transform into a human being, turning virtual into reality.

At that time, Fang Jue thought that it should be the monster's "entering the Tao".

Turning false things into real and virtual things into real is definitely not something that ordinary people can possess.

"In this way, being able to reach this level can be considered as a person who enters the Tao with martial arts? " Fang Jue asked.

"That is, the so-called sword immortals who are known as masters in the mouths of ordinary people should be like this."

Butler Xu bowed to Fang Jue and said seriously: "If one day you can see the gate of martial arts, I hope you can teach me."

"I'm afraid it's still a hundred and eight thousand miles away." Fang Jue said.

Butler Xu nodded, not thinking Fang Jue was polite.

"The Qingyun Sword Technique is extremely mysterious, and I don't know where you got it. If you have the opportunity, you might as well go to Qingyun Mountain to get something." He suggested.

"Just going to Qingyun Mountain." Fang Jue patted the not-so-thick wooden fence in front of him and smiled, "I'm just waiting to get rid of this prison."

Speaking of this case, Butler Xu couldn't help but shake his head and laughed, saying disapprovingly:

"My Lord Qian is also doing this. You have to say that your business is just a big deal, that is, your behavior is just a slut, sleeping in flowers and sleeping in willows. How can you start to harm people? For a brothel woman, she is not afraid of being teased and losing her official position. Don't worry, he will release you if you can't lock you up for a few days."

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...

"You may be sure that the scroll on your face is invalid, that Fang Jue did?!"

In the back hall of the Jiangling Prefect's yamen, the prefect Qian Jingsu left the left and right, leaving only a confidant master.

A woman kneeling in front of her was covered with a veil and only had a pair of eyes exposed, which was Yiyan.

Yiyan lowered her head and said carefully: "Sir, I can't make a mistake. At that time, I only looked at him, and my face felt a sharp pain, and then..."

"How is this possible?" Qian Jingsu frowned.

He is the boss behind Mianyue Tower, and Yiyan is naturally his person. Of course, the painting on his face was painted by him.

A top-notch painting, as Qian Jingsu's identity, although precious, it is not impossible to take it out.

But this "human skin scroll" is an extremely alternative scroll. It is not easy to come by, and its value is far beyond ordinary top-quality scrolls.

What's more, the quality of this "painting" is outstanding even among the best paintings.

After all, it's not that painting is valuable.

Yiyan, a "top brand" girl, bringing this painting with her, no matter how much money she can make, it is limited.

After all, there is only one tool for crime, and only a fee per person...

However, with the "introduction" of Yiyan and with her fame, Mianyuelou has been growing and growing in recent years, and the efficiency of making money is getting higher and higher.

It is like a river of silver, constantly gathering wealth into his hands.

It is useless to lose money. When it reaches a certain level, its power is so great that it can change the world. Any martial arts master or talented man can kill him with money.

Even the army and imperial power will be shaken in front of it.

Furthermore, Mianyue Tower itself can provide Qian Jingsu with more than money.

For example, for the envy of people from the world, information inquiry of Jiangling and even the entire Dongquan, relationships and friendships,

Even some of the "dirty jobs" that Qian Jingsu himself is not easy to show up directly can be completed using Mianyue Tower as a transit.

Something happened to Mianyue Tower, which was equivalent to cutting off one of Qian Jingsu's arm secretly in Dongquan.

"Sir, there are many amazing talents in the world. I think it is not an urgent task to see through the scholar."

The trusted master glanced at Yiyan kneeling on the ground and said in a deep voice: "The most important thing now is to give a reasonable explanation from the above as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!