When Ling Ye Lai saw Zhao Yun's embarrassed expression, he just smiled and casually threw the sword in his hand into the air. Zhao Yun knew that her master was demonstrating again. She didn't care about her embarrassment and sat on the ground. She half-straightened her body and tried her best to look up.
The Ice Mongoose Divine Sword was faster than a shooting star. A cold light flashed in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, it gently landed in Ling Ye Lai's hands.
Zhao Yun clicked her tongue and said, "Master, how did you do it? You can catch the sword without even looking? "
Ling Ye Lai moved lightly and said slowly, "Take ten steps back. This time, you have to watch carefully."
Zhao Yun hurriedly did as she was told. When she looked at Ling Ye Lai, she heard Ling Ye Lai shout softly. His body flew into the air with the Ice Mongoose Divine Sword. His body and sword became one. It was impossible to distinguish the sword from the person. In an instant, he turned into a dot of ice and disappeared into the sky.
Zhao Yun looked around, but she couldn't find any trace of Ling Ye Lai. The vast blue sky was lonely and boundless, as if it was the loneliness at the beginning of Pangu's creation. It was as if Ling Ye Lai's shocking sword had never been used.
Zhao Yun only felt that Ling Ye Lai had disappeared into thin air. She was indescribably irritated. Just as she was about to shout, her body suddenly trembled. She felt a strong pressure sweeping over and involuntarily took three steps back.
"Rumble!"
A loud sound burst out from the sky, and dust filled the air. The dust flew and blocked her vision. Zhao Yun didn't know what had happened. Holding the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword, she quickly walked forward until she was a hundred steps away. She was dumbfounded by the scene in front of her.
It turned out that there was a thousand feet deep trench in the ground in front of him, and the ground in front of him was broken inch by inch. The entire ground seemed to have been struck by the claws of an ancient vicious beast. The originally flourishing vegetation was completely gone in an instant.
On the other hand, Ling Ye Lai floated gracefully in mid-air. The Ice Mongoose Divine Sword was not on her body, and her green dress fluttered in the wind. Not a speck of dust could be seen on her. The sky was filled with yellow dust and a touch of green. Such a stark contrast gave Zhao Yun a huge impact, and the dizziness did not fade away for a long time.
After a long while, Zhao Yun finally regained her senses. He opened his mouth wide, and his tone was still full of disbelief. "This sword is actually so powerful?"
With this sword strike, the unstoppable sharpness of this sword strike, and the miraculous speed of this sword strike, there was nothing to fear even if his enemy possessed an ancient Immortal Artifact!
If God or Buddha blocked his path, he would kill God or Buddha. Above the Sword Dao, there was only Green Lotus!
Ling Ye Lai smiled, but sighed faintly. "It's a pity that my cultivation is not deep enough, and my understanding of the 'Yellow River Descends from Heaven' is not thorough enough. When I use this move, I can't help but leave some traces. It is said that if Li Qinglian used this move himself, others would not be able to predict the direction of his move, nor would they be able to sense the timing of his move.
First Madam Gongsun, a Sword Dao expert of the same generation as Li Qinglian, exclaimed that Li Qinglian's move 'actually seemed to come from the gap of the Eternal Desolate Cliff. It was like the moon in the mirror, the flower in the water, unfathomable.' That was the true power of the Green Lotus Sword Technique. "
It was actually???? It was actually not the best state, but it was already so terrifying. How lonely was the Green Lotus Sword Technique when it was at its peak?
Seeing Zhao Yun in a daze, Ling Ye Lai lightly tapped Zhao Yun's head with an invisible force. "Alright, don't be in a daze. Listen to me explain how to use this move. "
The name 'Yellow River Descends from Heaven' came from Li Qinglian's poem, 'Bringing in the Wine'. 'The Yellow River Descends from Heaven and flows to the sea, never to return.' Just this line of the poem meant that the Yellow River Descends from Heaven and flows uncontrollably.
This was the name of the first move of the Green Lotus Sword Technique. Of course, it meant that the sword move came from the heavens, and the sword qi was majestic and forceful, and could not be blocked. Therefore, even with Ling Ye Lai's intelligence, she still could not understand the highest level of this move.
After all, she was a woman, and her body was soft and feminine. The tip of her sword could not be as thick and majestic as a man's. She lacked a natural majestic and mighty aura.
Therefore, Ling Ye Lai's move just now was more of an unconventional move. Although it did not miss the path, it was not the right move. This was also the reason why Ling Ye Lai sighed.
The sword move 'Yellow River Descends from Heaven' was extremely simple. It was just an ordinary throwing of the sword. The sword would be thrown into the air, and then it would fall to injure the enemy. Naturally, if one's cultivation level was high enough, they could be like Ling Ye Lai and become one with the sword, and use the power of the heavens to injure the enemy.
Although this move was easy to say, it seemed that even a three-year-old child could do it. However, if there was even the slightest mistake when dealing with the enemy's changes, once the sword was thrown into the air and there was no weapon in the hand, the enemy would be able to grasp the flaw.
Therefore, although this move was just one move, it had hundreds of changes. Although these changes were the evolution of the move, they were actually changes in Li Qinglian's mind. If one could not understand Li Qinglian's state of mind, they would not be able to use a flawless sword move.
This was the reason why Ling Ye Lai had always emphasized that Zhao Yun should learn Li Qinglian's poems.
When one was wholeheartedly focused on practicing the sword, time always passed very quickly. There was no sense of day or night in the enchantment. When Ling Ye Lai said that he wanted to go back to his room to rest, Zhao Yun still wanted to continue. She also forgot about her hunger and continued to practice hard. Ling Ye Lai did not force her. He taught Zhao Yun the way to enter and exit the enchantment and went to rest.
For seven days, Zhao Yun was immersed in the wonder of 'Yellow River Descends from Heaven'. He was so immersed that he forgot to eat and sleep. However, there were some changes. No matter how many times he repeated the trial, the result was often a thousand miles off. He always returned without any achievement at the moment when he was close to success.
Only then did he truly realize the importance of Ling Ye Lai teaching him to study Qinglian's poems. Li Qinglian had already passed away. If one wanted to understand Li Qinglian's sword intent, they could only comprehend it through the poems of 'poetry'.
Therefore, Zhao Yun filled his gentleman's pouch with food. He used half of his time to practice the sword and the other half to read poems. He was really sleepy, so he took a nap. When he was slightly awake, he got up to practice the sword again. Therefore, he did not return to the A guest room to rest. He stayed in the 'Mirage Pearl'.
On the eighth day, Ling Ye returned to the barrier and saw Zhao Yun holding a book in his hand, pacing back and forth while chanting incessantly. Unable to restrain himself, Ling Ye laughed and said, "Stinky brat, you really don't know what's good for you. I repeatedly emphasized the importance of reading poems to you, but you didn't take it to heart. Now, you're secretly using your skills. "
Zhao Yun did not care about his master's teasing. He had encountered countless problems in the past few days while learning the sword and poems. He could not figure them out by himself. At this time, when he saw his master coming, he hurriedly asked, "Sitting guests discuss sorrow and joy, not drinking wine. Stop drinking wine and tearful towel, sighing that I've traveled ten thousand miles. What sword intent does Li Qinglian's poem, 'There are carriages and passengers at the door' want to express? Why doesn't he drink wine? Can the 'ten thousand miles' he mentioned be applied to 'Yellow River Descends from Heaven'? Why do I feel that Li Qinglian's' Yellow River Descends from Heaven 'has a lot to do with this' ten thousand miles'? Master, don't you think so? "
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