Very smooth.

Very perfect.

It's like a stream of clouds floating in the sky, and this thorn flies in the flowing clouds.

In the past many years, he has certainly seen many sword masters using swords, but even those who pursue invisible sword moves still have a deliberate sculpting after many years of hard practice, and cannot be compared with this boy's nature.

His eyes were stunning and his heart sighed. His hand stretched out and his fingers popped out.

Also very natural.

There was a light bang.

His fingers were bounced at the front of the bamboo.

The bamboo tip tilted and stabbed into the empty space on one side of his neck.

The boy's brows frowned slightly, as if a circle of ripples appeared in the calm pond.

The purple bamboo in his hand slowly hangs down and then retracts it.

"Why?"

He looked at Gu Liren, and at this time he seemed to have begun to truly look at Gu Liren's face.

Gu Liren actually knew what he was asking, but he smiled deliberately and said, "What why?"

"You don't use much effort, you shouldn't be able to pop my bamboo." The boy thought seriously and said, "And I feel that you shouldn't have time to hit it."

"You should have never practiced any sword technique, but you should know that there are sword technique and sword moves." Gu Liren also became serious. He stretched out his hand, bent his fingers, and bounced it in front of the boy's eyes for a few seconds.

"Everyone has a different understanding of sword moves. In my opinion, treating sword moves as a means to confuse the other party is a path, and it is the fundamental thing to bring more perfect force and speed."

He was afraid that the boy would not understand, so his finger movements slowed down a little, and said, "In the cramped time and space, different sword moves can allow your power to go to different places according to your wishes."

"Not these." The boy shook his head, his brows frowned a little deeper. He looked at Gu Liren's fingers and said solemnly: "I understand that if I held a sword just now, I would stab you with a sword like this. If some people who have not learned many sword moves, even if he wants to hit my sword, he doesn't have the right trick to use, and he can't think of any way to hit it. But for someone like you, there should be many tricks to hit it. You just chose one of the tricks that you think are the most perfect and the fastest you want to hit it. But what I said is not a problem with tricks."

"Tactics are methods, means to achieve what you mean." The glimmer of joy in Gu Liren's eyes became stronger. He quietly looked at the young man's curiosity-seeking eyes and said slowly, "Because everything I perceive is faster than you, your movements will be very slow in my opinion. And I can feel your power flowing, and I can feel that where the bounce is, it will cause your power to lose balance. So even if my power is smaller than you, I can crack your move."

"So this is what you call practice?" The young man took a deep breath and asked at him.

"There is nothing inside and the outside, and it doesn't matter."

Gu Liren's fingers stopped moving, but a powerful force flowed out from his fingertips. It was a faint sword light, but the sharp aura made the boy's face change suddenly.

This breath pierced into the sky, as if it was about to pierce a hole into the entire sky.

"Mastering any way that can give you stronger power is practice."

"The reason I look for you is because everyone has different talents. You are very different from ordinary people. Some methods that ordinary people can't learn in their lifetime, but you are born to know, and some things you don't know. I'm afraid I can teach people countless times, but he can't do it, but you may be able to take a look."

Gu Liren looked at the boy looking at the sky with emotion and said, "I think you may surpass me in the future... I am Gu Liren, the swordsman in Bashan Sword Field, what is your name?"

"Wang Jingmeng."

The boy took his gaze from the clouds. He looked at Gu Liren's calm and joyful eyes, stood up quietly, then bowed seriously and said, "Teacher, I will practice with you."

"Wang Jingmeng?"

Gu Liren silently repeated the name in his heart. He was a little surprised. The name was impressive, unlike the name that people in this town would choose.

"Your family?" So he couldn't help asking.

"My parents are from Changling and came with General Zhen Bao that year. Their parents died one after another in the next three years." Wang Jingmeng replied. Because the time was too long and they were too young to remember their parents' faces, he did not feel much sadness when he replied to Gu Liren.

"From Changling?" Gu Liren was stunned.

He was not very familiar with the world, and the Bashan Sword Field was far from Changling, so he thought hard for a long time before he remembered that there seemed to be a famous general in Changling that year, implicated thousands of people exiled.

"Are your parents his subordinates or practitioners?" he couldn't help asking.

Wang Jingmeng shook her head, "My father is a painter, and her mother is an ordinary woman."

"How old were you when they died of illness?"

"After four years old...less than five?"

"Who will take care of you later?"

"A friend of my father, one of my uncles, was an old army. He was arranged to see the woodlands in the mountains, which was actually considered to be self-destructive." Wang Jingmeng said: "A few years later, a horse thief nearby caused chaos, but he was summoned again and died in battle. After that, I was alone."

"Then after he dies, you will be alone in the mountains and forests to make a living?" Gu Liren looked at the extremely quiet boy and felt great pity in his heart.

My parents were just ordinary people, implicated and exiled, died of illness one after another, and then my friends who took care of his father also died in battle. They were still young and wandered in the mountains and forests, which sounded like a misfortune.

"What you said should be right. I am a little different from ordinary people."

Wang Jingmeng did not feel any self-pity for himself. This kind of thing was too ordinary in the city here, and even the experiences of most people in the city there seemed to be even more miserable than his.

He looked at Gu Liren and said, "Those beasts that seem difficult to kill to ordinary hunters are not difficult to kill at all. They will all rush over, and I just need to stab the place where they can kill them. And the more difficult the beasts are, the more valuable they are."

"I didn't think about getting out of here and going out to take a look?" Gu Liren pointed a black dot in the sky far away, which was a hawk flying high.

"The higher you fly, the further you see, and the same is true for practice. The more you see, the broader your vision will be, and the more likely you will become stronger."

"I thought about it, but things have to be done one by one."

"Didn't you think about finding a teacher who might make you more powerful?" Gu Liren looked at the boy's calm eyes seriously and said directly: "Or find those horse thieves to help your father's friend revenge? In fact, courage is also very important in becoming stronger and having strength."

"There are no practitioners here. Before I saw your power, I once thought that there were no practitioners in the world. All the things about practitioners were like mountain ghosts and monsters, and were fabricated in the storybook." Wang Jingmeng shook his head simply, "There is no teacher here who makes me more powerful, because I have not met anyone who is better than me... in killing wild animals and killing people."

"Murder?" Gu Liren was a little surprised.

Wang Jingmeng nodded, "Those horse thieves have been killed by me long ago."

Gu Liren was stunned for a long time, and he was even more surprised.

"How is it like killing?" he couldn't help asking.
Chapter completed!