Long sword road, one of its figures stood proudly.

Raising his head and looking at the four magnificent stone statues of the Moon God in front of him, a smile rose at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, "Sixty percent sword intent!"

For a month in a row, Ye Chen spent all his time in the sword path, immersed in the sword intent of the three generations.

And on the long sword path, hundreds of its Sword God Sect disciples were hovering in it, and under Ye Chen's drive, more and more Sword God Sect disciples poured into this sword path.

The stone statues of the moon god were filled with earth-shattering sword intent, and Ye Chen looked at the four stone statues of the moon gods, and his heart was at peace.

"Peak Sword Intent!" Ye Chen muttered softly, a sword was raised, its body was like a breeze, fluctuating, and its sword light gathered together, forming a blooming sword flower.

Some of the disciples of Luoxia Peak stopped, looking at the sword dancing figure with respectful eyes, and in an instant, these disciples were all intoxicated by Ye Chen's sword style.

A set of ordinary basic swordsmanship showed its unique charm in Ye Chen's hands, and some of the disciples who had stopped at the martial arts refining realm were all shining in front of their eyes.

Looking at this sword style, they felt a bottleneck that they had not been able to reach before, and Ben still had a sign of a breakthrough.

Thinking of this, these people immediately sat on top of the sword path and cultivated directly.

In this regard, Ye Chen didn't care, and still danced the sword, integrating the perception of the artistic conception of the three generations into this sword style, and the sword style became more and more mysterious.

For those Qi Martial Realm disciples, although this was a basic sword technique, it seemed to be extremely mysterious.

The wind rose, the sword moved, and the entire sword path was extremely quiet, and every disciple looked at the dancing figure, and in it, they all saw different things.

The wind danced with a sword, dancing with sword intent, Ye Chen's whole person seemed to be integrated into this piece of heaven and earth, and the stars shifted, and the sun and moon replaced all of this did not affect Ye Chen, nor did it affect the disciples of the Sword God Sect.

It wasn't until the first dawn of the next day fell on Ye Chen that Ye Chen's figure stopped, raised his head, glanced at the Moon God Stone Statue with a slightly blank look, turned around, looked at the closest Luoxia Peak disciple to him, and said softly: "What is the artistic conception?"

Han Jian, he was originally a third-layer disciple of the Qi Martial Realm in Luoxia Peak, and he had been in the third layer of the Qi Martial Realm for several years.

Seeing Ye Chen's gaze projected, Han Jian's body shook slightly, and when he heard this, Han Jian shook his head slightly and said, "Disciple doesn't know, this artistic conception is impenetrable, can't be grasped!" "Artistic conception, mo can't be penetrated!" At this, Ye Chen's gaze swept past Han Jian's side, fell on the other disciples, and said softly: "Do you know what artistic conception is?"

These dozens of people are all martial artists of the third layer of qi and martial arts, but they are only the third layer of qi and martial arts, hearing this, these disciples all shook their heads, they don't understand the artistic conception.

Sitting on the rocks, Ye Chen did not continue to ask these disciples, but raised his head to look at the ethereal sky, and muttered softly: "The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river!"

Hearing this, Han Jian and the others were all shocked, secretly thinking about this never-before-heard verse: "The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river!" "What a beautiful verse!" Han Jian muttered softly, and this beautiful picture involuntarily appeared in his mind.

These dozens of disciples of the third layer of Qi Martial Arts all closed their eyes and followed Ye Chen's words, as if they were in the desert, the yellow sand was reckless and boundless. Looking up at the sky, there is not a trace of clouds in the sky. If you don't see any grass or trees, you will cut off your journey. I looked far away, but I saw a lonely smoke rising at the end of the sky. This is a shock, a spiritual shock, Han Jian and the others were all shocked, opened their eyes, and looked at Ye Chen with deep meaning.

"There are thousands of artistic conceptions, and for everyone, their artistic conceptions are different!" The sword qi conjured out in Ye Chen's hand, forming a blooming flower, and then withered.

Death represents a new life, Ye Chen dispersed the sword qi and muttered softly: "Everyone has a unique artistic conception, to a certain extent, we are poets, when we give the artistic conception to the sword, the sword intent is formed!"

After a pause, Ye Chen continued: "For poets, artistic conception is a poetic space with infinite charm where scenes blend, virtual and real are born, and the rhythm of life is active. ”

"And what about swordsmen?" At this point, Ye Chen glanced at Han Jian, and in the past month, only Han Jian has been able to touch the edge of sword intent.

Closing his eyes, Ye Chen continued to comprehend the sword intent of the three generations, while the people around him fell into silence.

Han Jian glanced at Ye Chen meaningfully, and also sat on the mountain rock, the picture of his life experience was constantly playing back in his mind.

The artistic conception is life, and a trace of change is being produced in Hanjian. And other people are also a little thoughtful, sometimes, understanding is understanding, not understanding or not understanding.

A few moments later, Han Jian raised his head, bowed to Ye Chen with deep meaning, and immediately turned to leave.

When Han Jian left, Han Jian was filled with a sword intent, and Ye Chen knew that Han Jian had already comprehended his own artistic conception.

Several Luoxia Peak disciples caught a glimpse of Han Jian's departing shadow, and there was a hint of contemplation in their eyes, and one of the middle-aged people took a few steps across and bowed to Ye Chen: "Dare to ask the sect master, can there be a realm of swordsmanship?"

Liuye, the name of a middle-aged man, has a good talent, and at the beginning of his forty years old, he was already a third-level martial artist of qi martial arts, and he had defeated dozens of opponents of the same level with his superb sword style.

Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his head and glanced at Liuye with a smile in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Its sword qi circulated in Ye Chen's hand again, and the sword qi changed uncertainly, just like Ye Chen's thinking, when Liu Ye asked this sentence, Ye Chen was thinking deeply.

"Do you think there is a realm?" Ye Chen did not answer, but asked Liuye, in this regard, Liuye shook his head slightly, and muttered: "The disciple doesn't know, the disciple thought there was before, but now the disciple is confused!"

"In the opinion of this seat, swordsmanship has a realm, which can be divided into three!" At this point, Ye Chen withdrew the sword qi in the palm of his hand, and said in a deep voice: "One is that there is a sword in his hand, but there is no sword in his heart: the main practice is the sword style, one move and one style: the second is that there is a sword in the hand and a sword in the heart, the so-called unity of man and sword, and the practice is the sword intent: the third is that there is no sword in the hand and no sword in the heart, which is a kind of peace that is the greatest and empty!"

"For swordsmen, as long as they think that there is a realm, then there is a realm, why be persistent!" At this point, Ye Chen pointed out, and his sword qi broke through the clouds in the void.

The dawn shined through the broken clouds and fell on Liuye's body, Liuye's body was shocked, his face showed a sudden realization, he held his sword, made a sword salute to Ye Chen, got up, and retreated.

"Nice understanding!" Looking at the back of Liuye leaving, Ye Chen muttered softly.

Seeing Liuye leave with deep meaning, the other peak disciples also stood up, this time it was the disciple of Xiyue Peak, and his white dress set off his temperament to the fullest.

The woman is Feng Ge, who has worshiped Xiyue Peak since she was a child, and now for more than 30 years, Feng Ge held a sword and saluted Ye Chen, saying: "There is a realm for swordsmanship, so can a sword have a realm?"

After all, it is a Qi Martial Realm martial artist, and the questions asked are all directed to the essence, Ye Chen thought for a moment, got up, held the Qilin Sword, and slashed down on the mountain stone next to the mountain, with the edge of the Qilin Sword, it was enough to break through this mountain stone.

Ye Chen's movements stopped, glanced at the thoughtful Feng Ge, and held the huge stone sword beside him, the stone sword fell suddenly, but it looked like it was fluttering, and the sword fell, and the mountain stone shattered.

Doing this, Ye Chen glanced at Feng Ge again, raised his left hand, pinched the falling petals with his fingertips, and flicked his left hand, the petals shot out, and also broke the mountain stone.

Putting away the sword, Ye Chen sat down again, and without disturbing the thoughtful Feng Ge, he closed his eyes directly.

A few moments later, Ye Chen spoke: "There are three swordsmanship, and there are also three sword realms, one of which is sharp and invincible: second, the heavy sword has no edge, and the great skill is not working, and the third is flying flowers and picking leaves, and no sword is better than a sword." ”

At this point, Ye Chen no longer broke it, and the next thing was to rely on Feng Ge's comprehension.

Drawing out the sword weapon, Feng Ge's gaze swept over it, and he muttered softly: "When I was young, I was like one of them, sharp and sharp, and I was the first in everything. Now, I'm like the second, seeing it like a good fu1 snatching it like a tiger. In the future, I will be like the third, no sword is better than a sword, and no one will be disadvantaged!"

At this point, Feng Ge, like Han Jian and Liuye before, bowed to Ye Chen and got up to leave.

Whether it was Han Jian, Liuye, or Feng Ge, they were all impressed by Ye Chen, not only by Ye Chen's prestige, but also by Ye Chen's realm.

When the three of them left, a sword salute was a master salute, as if, in the hearts of the three of them, Ye Chen was already considered a master.

Teachers preach and teach, and solve doubts, isn't the so-called teacher like this?