A large bird was flying above the Eastern Sea. The large-mouthed egret wasn't fast, but its existence was beyond the expectations of the Three Purities cultivators. They didn't need to worry about controlling it, and they could rest in peace.
It had been a month since they left the Imperial Oyster Reef, but no one chased after them. He understood that they were powerless.
In the past, he might have returned after his injuries had improved. What if he had gained something? He wasn't the type to admit defeat after suffering a loss.
But now, he felt that there was no need. As long as he was in Blue Sky, they would meet again sooner or later. What was the point of fighting now?
After gaining a deeper understanding of the Sword Manipulation Art, his state of mind had changed. The so-called manipulation was to be unrestrained, not deliberate, not forced, and not stubborn. This was the essence of manipulation!
Although he didn't kill any of his opponents in this battle, it had a profound effect on him. It would become a guiding principle for his future sword cultivation. Everything would be based on this.
He went from wanting to be a rice worm to not wanting to be a rice worm, to not wanting to be a rice worm, to not caring about being a rice worm now. This process was the process of exploring the Great Dao, the process of understanding manipulation.
Now, he could truly say that he had learned how to manipulate the sword!
He wasn't just learning the sword, but also learning how to be a person!
He had completely thrown away his psychological burden, and began to live a Swordsman's life that belonged to him alone. He would come and go freely, unrestrained. He would draw his sword when he felt like it, and withdraw when he felt like it. Why should he care about what others thought? Why should he care about the differences in Dao? Why should he let hatred affect his heart of the sword!
He didn't hate! He didn't hate the Three Purities! He didn't hate Bi 'an either! If every battle could bring him this kind of enlightenment, he wouldn't care if he couldn't kill his opponents, and wouldn't care if he was covered in wounds.
Everyone who paved the way for him was a noble person, and he was grateful for their kindness!
This was a good trip! This battle was priceless!
Several months later, Lou Xiaoyi returned to Mount Yi's Sword Qi Rushing Heaven Pavilion. He needed to explain to Reverend Nan why he didn't even bring back a single strand of hair from a mission that wasn't too difficult!
"I know! But you came back a few months late. Is the scenery of the Eastern Sea so enchanting? " Nan Zhenren had already received the news from An Zhenren. He was not surprised by their choice. It was good to have a choice, no matter which one it was.
Lou Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Donghai people are very hospitable! So, I decided to get closer to them … "
Spiritual Master Nan did not ask further. It was Jin Dan and had the right to decide. He was not a nanny.
"Let's just say that you've completed this mission! Do you agree? "
Lou Xiaoyi let out a sigh of relief. "I thought the sect would be dissatisfied because we didn't bring anyone along!"
Spiritual Master Nan snorted, "Is the sect that petty? My Xuanyuan Sword Faction will not change just because of a group of people, even if they are talented in the Dao of Alchemy! We rely on swords, not pills! "
After a pause, he explained a little, "An Zhenren is very resistant to the pressure of bearing Xuanyuan's outer sect. This is normal because human hearts are free and unrestrained!
The current An Zhenren is no longer the An Zhenren from ten thousand years ago. Xuanyuan is also not the Xuanyuan from ten thousand years ago. This relationship is a burden for both sides!
Isn't Xuanyuan also like this? Should we protect the An Zhenren in the Eastern Sea? Or should we just let them be? We are also in a difficult position!
In the end, the closest connection in the cultivation world is the Dao of Orthodoxy, not bloodline!
Some burdens should be unloaded. The debt of our ancestors, in fact, may not be shouldered by us descendants, but we have to because of some illusory things!
This result is very good. As far as I am concerned, you didn't bring anyone back, at least it will save a lot of trouble! "
Lou Xiaoyi, "It's good that you don't blame me for acting on my own! Disciple really saw that most of the An Zhenren didn't have the intention to return to the North. I was also afraid that such a group of people would bring more trouble than benefits. Why bother? "
After a few words of gossip, Lou Xiaoyi left. Before he left the hall, Spiritual Master Nan's teasing came from behind.
"Although I see that you are in good spirits, your complexion seems to be lacking blood Qi. Is it because you can't adapt to the food of the Eastern Sea? Why don't I treat you to a seafood dinner tonight as a reward for your hard work? "
Lou Xiaoyi laughed dryly, "Disciple is not good at seafood, forget it …"
What happened in the Eastern Sea was exposed. After all, it was a shallow sea and there were always cultivators passing by. It was not strange that it spread. He didn't report it to the sect because he wanted to deal with it himself. Spiritual Master Nan's teasing was not to help him. He himself was a fighter of Mount Yi. Besides Spiritual Master Nan, who else could help him?
This was the responsibility of a Swordsman. He was no longer a small cultivator of Foundation Establishment.
This trip to the Eastern Sea, back and forth for a year, he had gained a lot. He needed to digest it well, and then make some minor adjustments in his swordsmanship system. This kind of adjustment would accompany him throughout the cultivation process until death!
Life had returned to its original rhythm and trajectory. On the surface, it seemed so, but Lou Xiaoyi knew that it was already different!
In the past, it was repetitive mechanically, but now it was more casual. In the past, he went to the Old Man Peak with a purpose. Although it was hidden very well, it was still there. He couldn't hide it from the group of Yuanying old monsters. But now he was different. Old Man Huang saw this very clearly.
Only after returning from the Eastern Sea did the old guys start to really accept him. He was like a green bean sprout in a cluster of yellow bean sprouts.
Lou Xiaoyi began to carefully sort out his swordsmanship system. It wasn't appropriate to describe it as removing the wheat from the chaff. To be precise, it was a problem of how to use the fighting style of these swordsmanship.
His previous fighting style was still slightly old-fashioned. Every move lacked spirituality. It lacked a flash of inspiration in battle. It lacked the unrestrained freedom of a heavenly steed soaring across the sky.
This kind of incoherence would make him pause temporarily in battle and put his focus on deep calculations. It wasn't that he shouldn't calculate, but it was natural. In fact, many times, as long as his attacks were smooth and harmonious enough, he didn't need to wait for the opponent to reveal a flaw. He could completely force the opponent to take the initiative to reveal his weakness while running for his life.
Rhythm, changes, naturalness, carefreeness, indifference, and a flash of inspiration could form the true sword style. It was not just a formality of jumping here and there.
He had talent in swordsmanship, but this kind of talent couldn't let him do everything. There were many things that talent couldn't solve, such as philosophy and character.
His current swordsmanship was more like a kind of mountain and river splashing ink without any purpose. He didn't stick to a fixed pattern anymore. Instead, he splashed as he pleased. He let the heart drive the sword, the sword drive the man, and the man let go of the heart!
He knew that he might have crossed a certain realm of swordsmanship!
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