Chapter 324 There is no woman in my heart, so I draw my sword to the God of Nature

"But what about the subsequent contents of your sword manual?"

Feng Xuejun looked at the secret book which had only a resounding name and was like a wordless heavenly book.

I couldn't help but question it.

Song Lin smiled, "Isn't this the fifth senior sister who created her own Holy Spirit Sword Technique and is a great sword master who can establish her own school?"

For the next three days and three nights, the two worked hard.

One wrote the general outline of the sword manual, and the other completed the subsequent content. In short, the main point is a fabrication.

"Junior brother, one last question."

Day three.

Feng Xuejun looked at the sword manual that was gradually being perfected and actually felt that it was true. "Didn't you say that you wanted him to go from being heartless to being affectionate? Then why is this technique still called the Heartless Sword Manual?"

"My eldest senior brother practices the ruthless sword and is obsessed with the supreme forgetfulness of emotions. If I say this is a sword with emotions, will he practice it?" Song Lin asked back.

"Makes sense."

Feng Xuejun seemed to be thinking about something.

The key to this technique was that the outline compiled by Song Lin was too deceptive! Even she would believe it if she saw it for the first time.

[If you want to forget about emotions first, you should have emotions. Use emotions to refine your heart, and cut through emotions to seek the truth. ]

She even felt that this passage was a great inspiration to her.

Or it can be incorporated into the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

As for how far-reaching the impact will be, the two of them are unable to foresee it now.

at this time.

Holy Spirit Sword Lord Feng Xuejun was still a little worried and said, "If Senior Brother really continues to practice, nothing will happen, right?"

"Don't worry, senior sister. If he can really master the skills we compiled over the past three days, I will take them in!" Song Lin looked confident.

Han Tuizhi's qualifications were not outstanding.

Regardless of his comprehension or physique, he was always well balanced. That was why he was valued by the Sword Master, who chose him as the Supreme Forgetful Immortal Scripture.

He is the person with the least hope of being promoted to the Dharmakādha among the disciples of Jianya, but also the person with the greatest hope of inheriting the Sword Lord's mantle.

Both hopes are as slim as winning the lottery.

"Walk."

Song Lin put away the "Jueqing Sword Manual" and walked out.

"Why go?"

Feng Xuejun hurried to follow.

"There is a master of forging and reproducing ancient artifacts in Yuanliu City at the foot of the mountain. I wonder if he is still alive after all these years. If I want to deceive my senior brother, I need him."

Song Lin explained as he walked.

"Can such mundane means really deceive Senior Brother?" Feng Xuejun couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry. With me here, everything will be fine."

Song Lin was confident.

Shortly after.

The two of them hid their tracks and came to Yuanliu City, where they found the hidden family "Qimen Sun Clan". It turned out that their ancestor had died three years ago.

I wanted to return disappointed.

However, a woman named Sun Xiaohong said she was confident she could give it a try.

Seven days later.

Song Lin went down the mountain alone, retrieved the "Jueqing Sword Manual", and hid in the study with Feng Xuejun to watch it stealthily.

The ink stains and pages that were once brand new are now mottled with time, and there are even some mildew spots on the corners. But the whole thing is still smooth, as if someone has carefully maintained it for many years.

"Tsk! They look so real. This strange Sun family is really good at this!"

"No, this is real!"

Song Lin chuckled and put away the sword manual.

Next.

Just waiting for a good opportunity to appear, the eldest senior brother Han Tuizhi took the initiative to join the game.

However, when the time came, Feng Xuejun became more and more hesitant.

"Little Junior Brother, is it really okay for us to do this?"

"Sister."

Song Lin shook his head and sighed, "You and I both know that it is impossible for Senior Brother to achieve the state of supreme forgetfulness. This is a supreme state of mind, not a state of cultivation. It is to first attain the Tao and then forget about emotions, not to first forget about emotions and then attain the Tao."

Hear the words.

Feng Xuejun fell silent.

The Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions... is the realm of a saint, an invincible state of mind, a state of mind that treats all living beings equally as ants.

When the Sword Master Tai Shang forgot about all emotions, he was already invincible, so he was able to achieve this state.

But Han Tuizhi was just a golden body.

Not to mention the entire Donglin land, there are several people in Jianya Xuanfeng who can defeat him.

As his life was coming to an end, Han Tuizhi became more and more obsessed, and he even went out less frequently recently.

But everyone understands.

The more obsessed they are, the less likely they are to succeed. They can only watch helplessly as each day passes, step by step, towards death.

But how can others persuade others in such matters?

So it is.

Song Lin decided to take action, to fight obsession with obsession, and to enlighten the ruthless sword with the heartless sword manual.

As for whether it can succeed, the hope is also slim.

But as long as there is a chance, you should always give it a try.

The opportunity they had been waiting for soon arrived.

half a month later.

There was an evil dragon causing chaos in the East China Sea. It came from the deep sea, causing huge waves to sweep along the coast, capsizing countless ships and causing suffering to the people.

Song Lin volunteered to go and subdue the monster, and returned in one day.

Back to the mountains.

Song Lin then found Han Tuizhi mysteriously.

"Big Brother, I had a wonderful opportunity to conquer the demon this time. I found a treasure in the belly of the evil dragon..."

"Oh, what is it, baby? Tell me about it."

Han Tuizhi said with interest.

As the eldest senior brother of Jianya Xuanfeng, who has practiced for more than 800 years, what kind of treasure has he not seen?

This attitude is just to cater to the youthful nature of my junior brother.

"look!"

Song Lin carefully opened the cloth package, revealing a secret book that was soaked by sea water.

【Jueqing Sword Manual】

"what?"

Han Tuizhi indeed showed an interested look.

Song Lin was certain.

This matter is settled! "As practitioners, we should forget emotions, give up desires, give up our hearts, and bury our love... Those who forget emotions can become the Supreme. Those who give up desires can attain Bodhi. Those who give up their hearts will become demons. Those who bury their love will become demons!"

"If you want to forget about love, you must have love. Use love to refine your heart, and cut through love to seek the truth." Han Tuiyi read the contents of the secret book word by word, his pupils gradually dilated, "Without a woman in your heart, you will naturally be a god when you draw your sword. The first page of the sword manual... forget your lover???"

"Junior brother, your secret book..."

"Big Brother, your chance has come!" Song Lin rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "Haven't you always been worried about the Merciless Sword and the Sitting and Forgetting Immortal Scripture without a specific method to practice?"

"This sword manual is tailor-made for you."

"If you practice according to the above method, you may have a chance to see the supreme state of forgetfulness in this life!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Han Tuizhi with anticipation.

"But……"

Han Tuizhi hesitated, "The general outline of this Jueqing Sword Manual is a little too evil."

"Evil? No way."

Song Lin had a confused look on his face, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with the peerless sword manual he had created.

If so, it must be someone else's problem.

"This method of forgetting emotions, cutting off desires, giving up heart, and burying love... If you really act like this, can you still be considered a human being?" Han Tuizhi pointed at a line of words on the general outline of the sword manual.

"Well..." Song Lin swallowed the "I wrote it randomly" in his mind and persuaded: "Big Brother, you only practice the way of forgetting love, and you don't need to be a devil who wants to bury love. Why worry?"

"This..." Han Tuizhi was still hesitating.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I think this part of 'Forget about emotions first, then you will have emotions. Use emotions to refine your heart, and cut through emotions to seek the truth' is the key point you should pay attention to. Anyway, whether it is useful or not, you will know after giving it a try."

Song Lin stuffed the sword manual into his arms and turned away.

The stuff has been given.

He just didn't believe that the obsessed and foolish Han Tuizhi would not be tempted!
One day passed.

Two days passed.

Three days have passed...

Song Lin waited patiently.

Finally, on the fourth night, he waited for Han Tuizhi.

"Little junior brother."

Han Tuizhi looked confused, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "I still don't understand this sword manual. Can you help me solve it?"

"Brother, why don't you tell me?"

Song Lin's lips curled up slightly, thinking to himself, "As expected."

"This is it."

Han Tuizhi flipped through the outline, pointed to the first page of the sword manual, and said, "I have been thinking about it for three days, but I still don't understand what I should do."

“This one is simple.”

Song Lin took out a long sword and walked to the open space outside Jinlin Palace.

Suddenly he shouted: "Without a woman in your heart, you will be a god when you draw your sword. The first page of the sword manual, forget your sweetheart!"

call--

A flash of sword light fell and slashed into the void. The sword light was filled with an endless sense of determination, as if it could destroy all living things in the world and billions of immortals and gods.

Outside Jinlin Palace.

Han Tuizhi was stunned.

Staring blankly at Song Lin's figure standing there with a sword in his hand, he seemed to see a swordsman who was sentimental, then heartbroken, and finally became ruthless.

Isolated from the world, he swung his sword to cut off his long black hair.

Feng Xuejun, who was secretly watching from a distance, had the same expression.

"This... this sword technique, is it really so magical?" She was a little suspicious for a while, wondering whether Song Lin had secretly changed his sword technique, and whether there really was such a ruthless sword technique in the world.

In the wide square.

Han Tuizhi said in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother, you..."

"Big brother."

Song Lin suddenly sighed softly.

"You must be wondering why I have learned the true meaning of the first move of this sword only three days after getting the sword manual? In fact..." He sighed again, looking lonely.

He was like a frustrated swordsman, exuding an air of loneliness.

"More than ten years ago, I traveled eastward from the Li family's ancestral land, doing justice and testing my sword in the world. In the past three years, I met many people and encountered many things."

"There is another person...whom I will never forget."

Song Lin's eyes were confused and obsessed, and his voice was murmuring.

He stretched out a hand, as if to catch a ray of moonlight falling from the sky.

But finally.

Still empty-handed.

"She was like this ray of white moonlight, illuminating every inch of my heart. But at that time, I... was already engaged. And she... was just an ordinary woman in the secular world."

"I don't want to disturb her peaceful life. Being caught up in the vortex of the family and the underworld will only bring her troubles... I can only leave, stay away from her..."

"That is the best thing for her - love."

"Big Brother." Song Lin turned around and looked at Han Tuizhi: "Do you understand this principle?"

"I……"

Han Tuizhi opened his mouth.

Of course he didn't understand.

He has been practicing the Merciless Sword for eight hundred years, and he has always deliberately avoided these things. Until now, he has never even touched a woman's hand. How can he understand the love-hate entanglement involved?

I just think this story of 'forgetting each other and not disturbing each other' is really touching.

It's not just him.

At this time, the two women who were eavesdropping secretly couldn't help but burst into tears.

Feng Xuejun thought silently in his heart: "It turns out that Junior Brother's sword manual is not out of thin air, but compiled based on personal experience. No wonder I always felt that this sword manual really has a path to follow..."

And inside the Jinlin Palace.

Song Yuyan's expression kept changing between being touched and sad.

"He really has a crush on someone already."

in the dark.

Song Lin handed the sword to Han Tuizhi, "Big Brother, you try it."

"I'm good."

He nodded and swung his sword.

boom!
Rocks collapsed and grass and trees splashed.

The power of this item is many times greater than Song Lin's.

However, several people present couldn't help but frown.

Compared with Song Lin, this sword is so rough that it is unbearable to look at. A lonely swordsman who is gentle and affectionate, but has to forget his feelings, is elegant and graceful.

One is like a rough man who has no sense of romance, clumsy and only knows how to use brute force.

　PS:

　　Please, please ...

　　Please!
　　Dear adoptive fathers!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)