Chapter 316: Selflessness

Chapter 316: Selflessness

When you stick to a certain point, you become crazy.

For two months in a row, the outside of Zuge is like a deep winter, with snow flying, and it looks like a snow-white world from a distance.

However, in the Ancestral Pavilion, the two Y-Pei were still suspended in mid-air, while Ye Chen was bare on his upper body, and white qi appeared around his body.

Holding the Qilin Sword with his right hand strongly, at this moment Ye Chen was already able to act as convenient as an ordinary person under the suppression of the two sword intents, at this moment, Ye Chen's mind was all focused on the Qilin Sword, as if the fire Qilin standing next to him did not exist, lifting the sword, taking out the sword, closing the sword, and the flowing movements were reflected in Ye Chen's body, but a few months ago, Ye Chen was almost extremely difficult to even make a sword under the suppression of these two sword intents, and the Fire Qilin who was standing on the side and watching sighed lightly, at this moment he truly realized the madness of Ye Chen's cultivation。

For two months in a row, almost all the rest time was used as cultivation, Ye Chen simply lived a life of day and night, even if Ye Wushuang and the others had looked for it a few times, Ye Chen also retreated again after understanding the situation a little.

However, despite this, with the assistance of countless resources, the Ye family is showing a thriving situation.

The madness of Ye Chen's cultivation seemed to be contagious among the children of the Ye family, and countless children of the Ye family were also cultivating day and night.

Tianwailou, the team composed of the Ye family's jīng Ying disciples, who Ye Chen had high hopes for, has now added two Qi Martial Realm martial artists again, therefore, the number of Ye Family Qi Martial Realm martial artists has also exceeded ten again, although the number is still not as good as when Ye Wen was in power, and even a fraction of when the Ye family reached its peak, but everyone in the Ye family always believed that the Ye family would rise again.

There is always a figure in the hearts of the Ye family, and that emaciated figure is the hope in their hearts.

And at this moment, the hope in the hearts of everyone in the Ye family was still waving their swords in the ancestral pavilion, and it was not until after night fell that Ye Chen stopped waving his sword.

Already sweating profusely, Ye Chen pointed at the sword, looked at the two pieces of Y-Pei with resolute eyes, and pointed out in the helpless gaze of the fire qilin.

The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in the ancestral pavilion, and it didn't stop until Ye Chen felt a burst of weakness all over his body, and a trace of blood dripped down his fingertips, which showed how much pressure Ye Chen's whole body was under at the moment, and the pain in his whole body swept like water, Ye Chen's face was pale, and he resolutely took a few steps forward, and when he stepped on the fourteenth step, Ye Chen's figure fell weakly on the wall.

Panting heavily, Ye Chen got up, immediately sat cross-legged, and cultivated again.

Only this moment had the best cultivation effect, Ye Chen did not let go of a little bit of cultivation time, and after a few moments, Ye Chen suddenly got up. The momentum on his body was as fierce as ever, his eyes were closed, and at the same time, his right foot took a few steps forward, and his body was shaking in the ancestral pavilion like a breeze, at this moment, Ye Chen had already turned into the mysterious feeling of the wind trick.

It wasn't until the first rays of light in the morning fell on the vast white snow that Ye Chen's figure slowly stopped, raised his head, and muttered softly, "Is it another day?"

After speaking, Ye Chen held the Qilin Sword again, still doing the boring action of taking out the sword and closing the sword, but despite this, Ye Chen did not feel irritated at all.

Although it was like being in a person's world for several months, Ye Chen's state of mind never changed, because he always believed that a master was built with countless loneliness.

If you can't even bear the loneliness and irritability in the process of cultivation, then don't be a master, and don't fantasize about being a strong person.

After stabbing out hundreds of swords, Ye Chen suddenly withdrew his sword, and looked at the two pieces of Y-Pei with a blank look, and the two sword intent pressed on his heart like a mountain.

After a few breaths, Ye Chen turned around abruptly and jumped out of the Ancestral Pavilion in the surprised gaze of the Fire Qilin, and at this moment, there was no single figure in the vast white space around the Ancestral Pavilion.

The snowflakes in the sky were still drifting into ice flowers and could not fall, making a ticking sound, the snowflakes fell over Ye Chen's handsome face, the coldness of the snowflakes did not affect Ye Chen at all, and suddenly Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the endless void, and there was a trace of m-blank in his eyes, Ye Chen just stood quietly, letting the snowflakes pile up all over his hair.

In the void, endless snowflakes drifted with the wind, some fell lightly, and some were swept to the sky by the cold wind, and they didn't know where to go.

Someone once said that this snow was born in the endless sky and died in the vast earth, but in the process of falling in life, the snow is the same, and so is the people.

Which of the snowflakes falling from the sky has exactly the same trajectory?The one that once knew was buried in the depths of memory, but at this moment, it was revived in Ye Chen's heart.

"Spirit? I understood it a long time ago, how long ago did I remember that Ye Wen was not dead at that time!" Ye Chen muttered softly, a trace of abnormality flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand quickly slashed through a sword flower, and the movements were extremely smooth, but Ye Chen always felt something, constantly repeating the action just now, the sword kept stabbing forward, his eyes slowly closed, and the picture of the flying snow appeared in his mind, and his sword kept stabbing towards the two flying snow, but always the flying snow was always swept up by the cold wind, and the sweat of the size of beanbeads appeared on his face slowly dripping down his cheeks, turning into ice particles and smashing to the ground.

"Ding Ding Ding" The sound of ice particles smashing to the ground sounded, a spiritual light flashed in Ye Chen's mind, and the memory swept like water, and the picture of the mysterious man with ten thousand swords resurfaced in Ye Chen's mind again, unable to wave away, unable to erase, the whole body was full of murderous energy, the speed of the sword in Ye Chen's hand suddenly slowed down, there was no sense of fierceness just now, there was a trace of the chic unicorn sword as light as a feather and weightless churning at will, the picture in his mind was on the side, the sword slowly stabbed out, countless snowflakes seemed to hit the tip of the sword, hit the tip of the sword, his eyes slowly opened, and there was a smile on his face。

And at this moment, the figure of the fire qilin also emerged from outside the ancestral pavilion, looking at Ye Chen on the snow, a trace of surprise and complexity inadvertently appeared in his eyes.

With a slight scurry, Ye Chen jumped up from the ground, gently stroked the sword body of the Qilin Sword with his left hand, and said to himself with a trace of pity in his eyes: "According to legend, the sword god is lonely and seeks defeat, one person and one sword walk the world to seek defeat but can't, the hero is solemn, the long sword is in the air, and he has to look up to the sky and bury the sword, and the Condor will spend the rest of his life together." has been fully understood, the sword is in the middle, only the way is, lonely and helpless, happy and sad, sad and sad. In the end, it is difficult to seek defeat than to go to the blue sky, and look sideways to the west for a long consultation! His sword intent is Dugu, and what is my sword intent?"

Raising his head slightly, looking at the endless void, the two sword intents that came from the place always surrounded Ye Chen's heart, and there was a trace of the sword intent of the second generation of m-bound, which represented the domineering of the world, and the sword intent of the fourth generation represented the slaughter of the common people, but what did his own sword intent represent, did it kill? Dominating the world like the second generation, no, that is definitely not my sword intent, my sword does not pursue the nine heavens of laughter, does not pursue the ultimate of emotion, my sword only pursues the ultimate of killing, and kills the person I will kill.

Stretching out his left hand to hold the falling snowflakes, Ye Chen thought lightly: "There is my realm, I look at things, so everything is my color; ”

"Soldiers are impermanent, water is impermanent; Find flaws in thousands of moves, and see the leaks in thousands of martial arts to break through the moves, there is a heavy move in the realm of me, and a heavy use in the realm of no self" Ye Chen thought hard for a while, and then slowly said in a voice, Ye Chen's eyes became more and more firm, and the two sword intent still surrounded Ye Chen's heart, but at this moment he didn't care, and said proudly: "A sword is in my hand, why should I pursue my ancestors, I am without me, I am me, I am self, I am forgetfulness." "The momentum of the whole body is magnificent, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and the edge is exposed.

The snowflakes floating in the air were even bigger, Ye Chen gestured slightly, and the basic swordsmanship was unleashed, and this set of swordsmanship could not even touch the edge of the high-level of the Yellow Order.

However, Ye Chen was immersed in it, there was no deliberate action on weekdays, some just did it casually, the heart reached the sword, the figure danced like a butterfly in the falling snowflakes, the sword moves became more sleek, used freely, without a little reluctance, and gradually a trace of elegant temperament appeared on Ye Chen's body, everything was so natural, the swordsmanship gradually integrated into the surrounding environment, and the sword moves in his hand began to change quietly, bursts of breaking the air sounded around the sword, and the sword qi churned around the sword body.

The sword continued to beat with a certain pattern with Ye Chen's undulating steps, and its flexibility made people feel incredible, as if the Qilin Sword had turned into a part of Ye Chen's body.

At this moment, Ye Chen actually felt the joyful fluctuation of the Qilin Sword, and at this moment, he seemed to feel the emotions of all things.

Sometimes Ye Chen's figure is like a lonely boat in the sea, constantly swaying, as if it will be blown down by a gust of wind at any time, but sometimes Ye Chen's figure is as calm as a mountain, the sword shadow is flying on the snow, and the fire unicorn stands there quietly and watches, Ye Chen's flowing black-long hair is like a willow tree in the sky, revealing a unique charm, and the random sword is endlessly chic and endless.

Ye Chen's eyes were extremely fierce, and at the same time, the sword momentum became extremely powerful, like the calm on the eve of a storm.

The casual sword was still endlessly chic, even if it was a murderous sword, the fire qilin had to sigh lightly!

The sword wind gusted, the snowflakes were shattered in the blink of an eye, Ye Chen's figure also became extremely fast, countless sets of sword skills were unleashed in Ye Chen's hands, including Xuan-level sword skills, but more were yellow-level sword skills, if there were elders who were familiar with the martial arts in the Library Pavilion, they would be shocked again, and the sword skills in the Library Pavilion were almost all over in Ye Chen's hands.

The cold wind was still roaring, and the fire qilin looked at the figure and sighed softly, "Still on that road!"

The cold wind hit Ye Chen's face with snowflakes, and Ye Chen's figure also stopped, looking at the huge ancestral pavilion, his eyes were full of m-dazed

If I don't pursue the ultimate of emotion, I don't pursue self-willingness, I forget myself