In the sword hut, the sword saint sat opposite Xu Fang. As for the others, including Dugu Ming and Wushuang grandma, they stood aside honestly, and their identities were a little worse.

The Sword Saint rarely entertains outsiders. In the past, even when Dugu Yifang was alive, he would always look straight to the point when he came to find the Sword Saint. He never delayed the situation because the Sword Saint pursued swordsmanship all his life and did not like to deal with those mundane things. Otherwise, he would not directly give up the position of the city lord to his younger brother.

But this time it was rare to make tea and entertain Xu Fang in person, because Xu Fang's strength was recognized by the Sword Saint, and the two of them were friends on the road to seeking.

After a cup of tea, the Sword Saint spoke: "Now I am old and can feel that my health is getting worse and worse. It is almost impossible to further my martial arts skills, but I still have a wish that I can't let it go."

Before Xu Fang could finish his speech, he knew what he was thinking and spoke up with a name: "Wu Ming!"

"Yes, the martial arts myth is unknown!"

A trace of memories appeared in the sword saint's eyes. When he used the Holy Spirit Sword Technique to organize the Tianchi battle with the No. 7 Days and Seven Nights of the World, killing 108 killers, the twelve evil spirits of Tianchi, who had the highest martial arts skills, were able to escape. How energetic? Unfortunately, when he was at the peak of his popularity, he encountered Wuming, but was defeated by his inexplicable swordsmanship. From then on, he retired to the world and was indifferent to the world.

When Dugu Ming heard the sword saint say that he had not had much time, a hint of sorrow appeared on his face, but he forced himself to do so. He knew his uncle's situation and had been mentally prepared for a long time. However, he was still a little sad every time he spoke, and couldn't help but say, "Uncle, don't talk nonsense. You should be stronger and you will definitely live a hundred years old. I also want to respect you."

The Sword Saint looked at Dugu Ming with a gentle expression and his eyes were red, and shook his head, "Idiot, don't want this little daughter's attitude. People have to die if they have life. I am already old and have lived for so many years. It's enough. Seeing you so successful now, I can feel at ease even if I leave. Don't cry anymore, it's a joke."

"My uncle taught me a lesson is that I won't do it anymore."

Dugu Mingqiang held back the sadness in his heart and stood there and stopped talking. Wushuang and his grandmother were also panicked, but seeing the Sword Saint so free and easy, it was a little better.

The Sword Saint turned his head and looked at Xu Fang again, "I think Wuming's whereabouts should be within your control. Although it is rumored that he is dead in the world, I don't believe it. The martial arts myth is not so easy to die."

Xu Fang nodded, "I have someone secretly monitor the grave of Wuming's wife. People go to worship every year. I know Wuming's martial arts are very powerful, so I dare not let anyone follow him. I just spend money to buy news from nearby villagers, and then investigate the direction of the person leaving. I have determined Wuming's seclusion. He opened a restaurant in Fengxi Village called Zhonghua Pavilion."

"Zhonghua Pavilion, so that's it, then how much do you think if I fight Wuming again?"

Xu Fang was silent, and after a while, he spoke, "Don't blame me for being ambitious to others. Unless you break through the current realm and create twenty-three swords, you will not even have 10% of your confidence."

"How is this possible?"

Before the Sword Saint could speak, Dugu Ming screamed, and there were also Wushuang grandma, Shi Wuzun, Mingyue and others, looking unbelievable. The Sword Saint's martial arts have increased in recent years. They have seen it just now. In their eyes, they are already like gods and demons. Can they still beat Wuming?

But the Sword Saint was not surprised, "Is the gap so big?"

"Yes, Wuming is indeed a genius. Logically speaking, your qualifications should be no less than him, but how to say it, in my opinion, you have taken the wrong path and are destined to be suppressed by him."

"I'm going the wrong way?" When the Sword Saint heard this, his face suddenly became a little unpleasant, "What do you mean?"

Xu Fang scratched his head, "In my opinion, the sword path of the Sword Saint Lord is following the ruthless path. You are following the ruthless path. It's okay if you go to the 18 swords. Although the swords are extremely fast and extremely sharp, the 18 swords are not enough to take 33 and 66 infinite meanings. It can trap the enemy with a sword net, but the four swordsmanship skills of the 19th swordsmanship to the 22th swordsmanship are cruel and ruthless. The style is different from the first 18 styles. It is a ruthless sword technique, and he has given up the most important things in his life."

"Is this wrong? What I pursue is the most perfect sword technique, and people will make mistakes as long as they have feelings. Only by the drag of temper and emotions can they create the most perfect sword technique."

"That's all, have you ever thought that sometimes things that are too perfect are a mistake in themselves? The Evil Emperor is on the same path as you, and he also wants to use the most perfect sword technique, but in the end he created a set of magic swords. Of course, in some ways, it is indeed a perfect sword technique, which also calms down the feelings. It is precisely because of this that he killed his own son when he was discussing with his son. But why did the perfect sword technique in your eyes lose to Wuming? Wuming's sword technique obviously follows the path of affection."

"This..." The Sword Saint was speechless and fell into silence for a moment. Yes, why would the perfect sword technique in my mind lose to the Wuming Inexplicable Sword Technique?

"Do you know why this is?"

"It's very simple. In my opinion, human feelings are the strongest power in the world. I once heard a story where a little boy was pressed by a huge rock and was about to die. In a hurry, his mother actually lifted the huge rock and rescued her child. The mother clearly didn't understand the slightest martial arts, and was not a talented person. She tried it later and found that she could not move the slightest of the huge rock. So what power was it at the beginning? Did she lift the huge rock and rescue her child?"

The Sword Saint looked confused, and Wushuang's grandmother and others didn't know why. Instead, Mingyue looked thoughtful, "It's love, a mother, who loves her children. Seeing that her children are in danger, that mother was stimulated with potential, so she was able to lift the huge rock and rescue the child."

Bang!

Xu Fang clapped his hands and looked at Mingyue's face full of praise, "That's right, it's love. Women are weak, but mothers are strong. This ultimate feeling allows the mother of the unit to exert strength ten times more than her. Then, on the other hand, if you integrate your ultimate feeling into the sword technique, can you also exert the power beyond your own? "

Dugu Ming said unyieldingly: "But the mother you mentioned is just a special situation, right? How can the power of this kind of emotion be so easy to control."

"It's really difficult to control, but it can still be done for some geniuses. Wuming is the genius among geniuses.

If you follow the ruthless path, without the burden of emotion, you can exert the power of swordsmanship to the extreme at any time. If you exert ten percent of the power, you will not be affected by any circumstances. It is also an advantage of a gentleman.

As for the sentient sword, it is difficult to find control, and often 100% of the power can barely exert 70% or 80% of it. However, once it is perfectly mastered, it will be powerful. Maybe the power will be doubled and a miracle will be created directly."

"Hahaha..." The Sword Saint suddenly laughed wildly, but with a smile, he smiled and brought a hint of sadness, "So that's it, no wonder I lost to Wuming. It's not unfair. It's because I took the wrong path! If I were twenty years younger, I would have wanted to try the way of affection. Unfortunately, it's too late to turn back now, so pitiful and sad!"

"Uncle, are you okay? Don't be sad, there must be other ways out. I believe you can defeat Wuming." Dugu Ming was even more worried when he saw the sword saint like this and hurried forward to comfort him.

Originally, Dugu Ming was just talking casually, but he didn't expect Xu Fang to speak up at this time and said, "Yes, the road to the great way is the same. Whether it is the path of sentient beings or the path of ruthlessness, they are all part of the path. Although Sword Twenty-Two is already the limit that humans can reach, I believe there should be a higher realm, but that is probably already the realm of gods. However, if you have the determination to be as good as a god with a mortal body, you may be able to reach that realm."

"As a mortal body as a god?"

The Sword Saint was stunned and looked at Xu Fang. It was the first time that the person in front of him had such ambition, but then the Sword Saint was full of passion.
Chapter completed!