Am I the only one who has come here in the past ten years?

Lin Yun's heart trembled, and he felt an inexplicable chill on the fat old man's body.

If when I came down, I couldn't match the sound of the piano, would my body also be buried at the bottom of the lake?

If on that day, he was disturbed by the music of the piano, would he have gone crazy and died the moment he jumped?

The answer is that I am afraid that I am not willing to accept it.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun looked at the old man in front of him and roughly guessed his identity.

No matter what, the old man's strength is beyond doubt.

Since the other party promised to clear up the doubts, at least his purpose of coming here has been achieved, so let's ask.

"I would like to ask senior, after reaching the peak of swordsmanship, is there a corresponding realm above it?"

Lin Yun expressed the doubts that had been lingering in his heart for a long time.

"Of course there is."

The fat old man looked indifferent and said calmly: "Everyone knows that there are four major realms of martial arts and martial arts, namely initial achievement, small achievement, great achievement and peak perfection. But for most people, it is already a great achievement if most people can practice a martial art to a great level.

achievements.”

Having said this, the fat old man's face showed a hint of ridicule.

Then he said: "As for reaching the peak of perfection, there are very few of them. It is very rare. So no one will ask or think about it. Is there still a way after the peak? They are like people in a painting, one by one.

You are in the painting without knowing it. If you can notice this step, you are not far away from painting."

"The realm above the peak gate is the painting realm?"

Lin Yunru said softly, thoughtfully.

It seemed that he had caught something, and he was quietly waiting for the old man's explanation, with a lot of expectation in his eyes.

"That's right, it is indeed transformation, but this transformation is not that transformation. It is the artistic conception of transcendence, referred to as transformation state..."

The fat old man didn't care whether Lin Yun could understand or not. He sat down, drank a sip of tea, and continued talking.

"Transformation, in short, is to turn it into one's own use. A sword technique, no matter how strong it is, was created by the predecessors. Turn it into one's own use, turn it into your own sword technique. I don't know if it is stronger than the former.

How many times. Boy, do you understand?"

The fat old man looked at Lin Yun with slight disdain and sneered: "But it's useless to tell you. Even if you know, I'm afraid you won't even...hehe."

He gave it up and smiled without saying much.

"You mean, even if I know it, I may not be able to break it out of the painting. If I can't even break it out, how can I use it for my own use and rebuild it into a painting?"

Lin Yun's mind was sharp and he noticed what the other party didn't say.

"As the first person to come to me in ten years, you are not too stupid. That's what I mean."

The fat old man drew a long tail tone and smiled neither salty nor blandly.

Lin Yun said nothing and resigned.

Slowly walking to the center of the lake, he already knew the path, and the next step was whether he could realize it himself.

Looking around, Lin Yun closed his eyes.

The fat old man stroked his beard, and a smile appeared on his old and indifferent face.

This kid is somewhat to his liking.

Don't talk nonsense. If it can work or not, let's try it first and then tell you.

What can be done is that it is useless to break the painting, which is easier said than done. The so-called breaking the painting is to smash all the sword skills that have been cultivated to the peak and perfection, but the foundation must be preserved.

If you are not careful, you will not be able to complete the painting, but you will be ruined.

He is somewhat similar to that boy back then, he always didn't believe in evil.

I don’t know how the old boy is doing in the Sword Burial Forest.

Some past events appeared in his mind. An irritated look flashed in the fat old man's eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't want to think too much, so he hugged his head and fell asleep.

On the lake, Lin Yun was immersed in the thoughts of Shuiyue Sword Technique. There was a wilderness in his imagination.

Each move of Shuiyue Sword Technique is constantly decomposed. Countless afterimages appear on the wasteland, and each afterimage casts a

Different moves of Shuiyue Sword Technique.

The sword technique that originally had only eighteen moves was transformed into more than a hundred steps under his dismantling.

As time goes by, the number of afterimages in the wasteland increases, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred... multiplying.

Three days later.

The fat old man woke up leisurely and looked toward the center of the lake, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

He woke up immediately and looked carefully, and saw Lin Yun's body on the lake was radiating spiritual light. The spiritual light was like silk, wrapping him in layers, like a cocoon.

"this……"

The fat old man was shocked, obviously he did not expect such a scene.

Lin Yun, immersed in his imagination, turned a deaf ear to everything around him.

In the wilderness, he sat on a rocky mountain, looking at the dense afterimages below. Every now and then, if he flicked his finger, an afterimage would disappear.

The afterimages vary from few to many, and now, from many to few.

It sounds mysterious, but it's not difficult to understand.

He is breaking the Suiyue Sword Technique that he has learned in the past, dismantling it, rewriting it, and turning it into the Sui Yue Sword Technique that is most suitable for him.

The water is still the same piece of water, and the moon is still the same crescent moon. Only the sword is different from what it used to be!

"That should be enough."

When only nine afterimages were left, Lin Yun nodded.

Wow!

In reality, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and the spiritual cocoon wrapped around him immediately shattered.

Peel off the cocoon and emerge from the painting!

When the spiritual cocoon completely dissipated, Lin Yun's body burst into thousands of dazzling rays of light.

The ice muscles and jade bones are shining, like a new life.

He stretched out his hand, and a dead branch from the island flew towards him and was held tightly by him.

The spring breeze turns into rain, and all rivers merge!

The spring breeze transforms into rain and moistens things silently. It was originally the water-moon sword technique, which was erratic and invisible. It originally had five moves, but it could be broken by him, and it was soft within one move.

With one sword shot, the drizzle turned into streams and hundreds of rivers merged.

boom!

He abandoned the changes and integrated all the power of this artistic conception into one sword.

Without any sound or sound, the water surface suddenly exploded, and a huge wave surged into the sky.

From now on, his Shuiyue Sword Technique will have only one artistic conception, like the moon that will last forever, dominate the world, admire itself in isolation, and transform the moon's aloofness into the ultimate domineering power.

View the sky with water!

Lin Yun's sword power spread out, and there seemed to be an extra layer of lake water on the lake. It was boundless and majestic. This small lake seemed to have become thicker.

The smoke and water are vast.

The calm lake surface was rippled, and vast mist rose quietly.

Qi Jian is like a lake with only mist on it, majestic and majestic, like a dream coming back from the dead.

This sword is like a vast mist and mist.

Big waves!

The light of swords and swords swayed on the lake, emerging one after another, dancing with the waves, the swords were like waves, and the waves were like swords.

If it is deep inside, let alone blocking the sword light, it would be good to be able to stand firm.

Lin Yun's body shape changed, and Lin Yun executed six swords in succession. Each sword seemed to have a different change. But each sword had the same artistic conception, which was the domineering and aloofness like the moon, which lasted from beginning to end.

, all running through every ray of sword light.

The light of the bright moon!

It is also the light of the bright moon, but the light of the bright moon now is completely different.

It was a purple sword light, and a bright purple moon rose on the lake. The moment the moonlight appeared, Lin Yun's figure disappeared strangely.

Between heaven and earth, there is only a bright moon-like sword light, cutting through the lake.

Click!

The sword light passed across the lake, and a smooth and slender ravine appeared on the lake surface. When the moonlight dissipated, Lin Yun finally revealed his figure.
To be continued...