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Chapter 177: No Rules, No Order (Part )
Yun Yi held the Fangyuan Sword and performed the White Ape Sword Technique. Three sword intentions of different colors and auras accompanied him, circling with every swing of the sword.

The green lotus was agile, like a leaf falling in the wind, swaying as it fell, pretending to accidentally brush past Mojian Mountain, leaving behind a trail of sparks.

Fuyao went straight back and forth, sometimes accumulating strength, and sometimes suddenly shooting out, hitting the stone wall with a crisp sound.

Fang Yuan was steady and moved along with the sword in Yun Yi's hand. Only when the sword tip touched Mojian Mountain would he suddenly attach himself to it and increase his strength.

At this moment, Mojian Mountain seemed to have transformed into an enemy that could not be defeated and would not fight back. This allowed Yun Yi to strike with all his strength without any worries, time and time again, with great pleasure.

Wang Shenlai splashed ink with his sleeves and wrote with his brush, recording the scene in a fluent and freehand manner.

The sword, shaped like a large piece of iron, changed subtly with each strike. The broad blade gradually narrowed, and the square tip finally took on a sharp edge.

It became more and more like a sword.

Yun Yi had already fallen into a state of oblivion of both himself and the world, and he kept swinging his sword. As for those changes, he did not notice them at all.

At this moment, he closed his eyes lightly, as if he had returned to the secret realm of flying. Under the guidance of Monkey Boss, he swung the sword clumsily again and again, feeling the sword itself with his heart.

But if you look closely, you can see that his White Ape Swordsmanship has actually changed a bit, obviously incorporating the insights he has gained during this period.

The White Ape Sword Technique emphasizes "holding the origin and guarding the oneness". In addition to the original meaning of these four words, the sword moves themselves also have a literal meaning.

The character "抱" is used to draw a circle, and the character "一" is straight. The straight sword tip is a square, and the flexible sword tip is a circle.

When using all their strength, Fang Fang and Yuan Yuan are unpredictable, with one move following another, making it difficult to resist.

Now Yun Yi has a different understanding and has made some modifications to it.

The universe is so vast, how big is its radius?
The human heart is unpredictable, what is good and what is evil?
Life is so short, how many sorrows and joys are there?

The sword servant said that the sword is a killing weapon, the king god said that the sword is something that cuts off cause and effect, and Song Xinci said that the sword is a little novice beside the monk, and if you ask it to clean the bathtub, it will have to kill.

But yesterday, Yun Yi was searching hard for a way to save people with the three-foot-long sword, and he realized a truth.

The sword is a ruler to measure all things in the three realms.

Just like the ancient appearance of the Fangyuan Sword at this time, it has no sharp edges, but it can measure the length of the truth.

Whether this sword of mine kills or saves, does good or evil, it is all determined by me.

The sword is the rule!

Song Xinci and Yun Yi were connected by the same heart Gu, so naturally she could sense the changes on his side.

She swung lightly on the swing, swinging her legs like a girl, and looked up at the not-too-bright sun.

Although she couldn't see it with her eyes, she had a feeling in her heart that a sword energy had just flown from the Sword Casting Villa to that side, and it was Yun Yi's work.

She has been gifted in cultivation since she was young, and only Feng Mo of the righteous path can compare with her. Therefore, she has always been arrogant and never takes the cultivation speed of others seriously.

But now that she is ill, she has finally slowed down and has time to think about things she has never thought about before.

For example, Yun Yi's cultivation speed is actually almost monstrous.

When they met in the nameless town, he was still a weak scholar. But only a few months later, he had already reached the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm and was beginning to touch the edge of the Return to Void Realm.

And for some reason, Song Xinci had a vague premonition that the inner demon that everyone in the Return to Void Realm feared was not a problem for Yun Yi.

In this way, wouldn't he be unstoppable in the way of swordsmanship and achieve the state of harmony?
Song Xinci didn't know why she had such an idea. You know, the inner demon is a difficult hurdle for people who practice cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the last hurdle of the lower three realms.

Countless geniuses had failed here, and even Song Xinci had to shut down his cultivation and enter the world to refine his mind, only then was he able to make it through. But the dangers he had endured were so numerous that even now, recounting them, he still felt a lingering fear.

As she did mental arithmetic, she sighed, "Could this be the meaning of 'hear the truth in the morning, and die in the evening'? Otherwise, how else can we explain Yun Yi's terrifying cultivation speed?"

There have been a few people in this world who started practicing cultivation at the age of forty, and ended up becoming uncontrollable.

I just didn't expect that there would be such a strange person around me.

Song Xinci pondered for a long time, but could not come up with any result. Suddenly she sighed softly, and then she couldn't help laughing.

What you are cultivating is "rules", and what I am cultivating is "forgetting emotions", so why bother with these.

She gently exerted force with her legs, and her body gradually swayed to a higher level.

……

As Yun Yi swung his sword again, a powerful sword energy suddenly burst out, brushing past the wordless stone wall and heading towards the sky.

The young Wang Shenlai quickly painted this scene, with a wonderful look in his eyes.

Little did they know that the sword entered the sky, and its momentum not only did not decrease but increased, and it actually left a mark on the edge of the scroll.

At the same time, outside the scroll, Wang Shenlai was closing his eyes to rest.

Jinglun had already carried the small boat to the "Lingao Island" which was transformed from the back of his ancestor. Ye Nianyi and Nangong Zhuozhuo began to practice on the island day and night.

This place is far away from the world and located in the corner of the three realms, so no one will come to disturb it.

Even the Heavenly Dao is too lazy to monitor this place and lets it run its course.

Nangong Zhuozhuo, a peach blossom spirit, had cultivated for thousands of years in the Feitian Secret Realm, and possessed a natural affinity for the sword. Wang Shenlai taught her the "Falling Petals" move, requiring her to repeat it thousands of times to cultivate her understanding of the sword.

Ye Nianyi was born to be a soul cultivator. The King God ordered her to dream during the day and leave her body at night to roam around the East China Sea. Only when one day her soul and body were separated without any influence on each other could she be considered to have entered the stage of cultivation.

The two women's cultivation, like Yun Yi in the scroll, is advancing rapidly without them realizing it.

Jinglun was the most pitiful. Wang Shenlai did not teach him anything, but just told him to learn to read and study. The little book boy was quite resentful about this, but unfortunately he could not express it.

Now, not to mention the Sword Immortal King God coming to suppress him on the island, even Nangong Zhuozhuo often teases him and tricks him into having some fresh seafood to eat.

Only Ye Nianyi was kind-hearted and never bullied the poor servant.

On this day, Jinglun was carving words on the ground with stone, calculating how long these days of suffering would last.

Suddenly, he felt an extremely sharp sword energy appear out of thin air, but it disappeared in a flash. He couldn't help but feel a little confused, thinking that he was not very old, so why was his eyesight so blurry?

On the other side, Wang Shenlai had already sensed it and grabbed the suddenly restless scroll.

He resisted the urge to open the scroll and find out what was inside, but for Yun Yi's sake, he finally suppressed the idea.

"The sword path is vast and boundless. Three thousand is just an imaginary number, it's far from the end. You've finally gotten the hang of it and found your own path. From now on, you don't have to follow Nangong Feitian's old path."

Wang Shenlai felt happy and sighed repeatedly, "Now it depends on how you two can overcome the emotional barrier. If you can't, don't blame Master for being cruel. There is only one Nangong Feitian in this world, and I don't want to see another one of him."

But I don't know what he means.

(End of this chapter)