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next morning.

After Jiang Yi had breakfast, he walked slowly to the East Street of the town.

This is the busiest street in town.

Vegetable farmers picked up baskets early and came to the street to find a place to sit down and sell freshly picked vegetables; hawkers set up their stalls and yelled to attract customers; business travelers came and went on the street, which was extremely noisy and noisy.

On both sides of the street, gambling houses, restaurants, tea shops, as well as various jewelry stores and rouge shops opened their doors one after another and began to operate.

Jiang Yi walked across the long street and came to an empty space on the street. He pulled out the long knife at his waist and slowly practiced his knife skills amidst the crowds of people coming and going in the busy city.

Unlike before, this time, his saber movements were very slow, very slow. It is completely different from his previous swift and fierce saber style.

Practicing Qigong pays attention to meditation and peace of mind, and the most taboo thing is interference.

This is also the reason why so many famous sects are established in the deep mountains and old forests. Only when they are isolated from the noise and disturbance of the world can they calm down and practice better.

No one has ever practiced in the downtown like Jiang Yi.

The shouts of hawkers on the street, the conversations of pedestrians, and the shouting and cursing in the gambling houses in the distance are all chaotic and chaotic.

A man led the horse past Jiang Yi, and the horse's hooves made a crisp clicking sound.

Ten meters away, I bought two steamed buns and was about to pay for them. Suddenly my hand slipped and the copper coins fell to the ground with a ding.

All kinds of voices, light or heavy, sharp or deep, penetrated into Jiang Yi's keen ears, disrupting his peaceful state of mind, making him restless for a while, and making him completely unable to calm down and focus on the practice of sword skills .

These external disturbances are like stones falling into the lake of his heart, causing ripples in layers.

When the state of mind is disturbed, the movement of the saber technique will naturally be unable to maintain a roundness, resulting in a bit of stagnation.

Jiang Yi was not upset, his eyelids drooped, and he maintained a state of embracing Yuan and keeping one. He slowly operated his inner strength and mental skills, as if wiping dust, erasing the noisy voices around him from his heart.

The state of mind slowly returned to the state of no waves, as quiet as a clear lake.

He resumed his starting posture, and began to practice his slow snail-like knife technique.

Draw your sword, step forward, and slash!

It was just the simplest saber move, Jiang Yi used it, but it took a quarter of an hour to complete it, as if the movement had been slowed down a hundred times.

The reason why Jiang Yi chose to practice swords in the downtown area was definitely not for grandstanding. He is not only practicing the knife, but also practicing the mind.

Every time he swung his knife, he was killing the noise from the outside world, and even cutting away the distracting thoughts in his heart.

At the same time, after slowing down the speed of the saber technique, Jiang Yi can also more clearly grasp the slightest changes in strength in every inch of his movement when he swings the saber, and the influence of his mind and emotion on the saber technique.

...

On the side of the street more than ten steps away from Jiang Yi, two vegetable farmers watched Jiang Yi's slow sword practice, couldn't help being very surprised, and whispered.

"Old He, who is this young man?"

"I don't know him, I saw him practicing swords there early in the morning."

"How can anyone practice such a slow saber technique? I'm afraid this young man has practiced some evil skills, and he has become obsessed?"

"Don't tell me, he looks a bit like him." Vegetable farmer Lao He nodded in agreement.

A young couple walked past Jiang Yi with a child.

The child was holding a candied haws in his hand, and was eating with relish. After seeing Jiang Yi's actions, he stopped and asked curiously:

"Father, mother, what is that big brother doing? Is he practicing some magical skill?"

The couple glanced at Jiang Yi, hurriedly pulled the child away quickly, and warned: "This is a madman, don't get close to him, be careful that he comes mad and comes to bite you."

The child was so frightened that he secretly turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yi.

The voice penetrated into Jiang Yi's ears like the wind, and then disappeared without leaving a trace, leaving no trace in Jiang Yi's heart.

Time passed slowly.

The sun slowly moved from the top of the mountain in the east to the top of the head, and then slowly set to the west.

It wasn't until the sky darkened and the pedestrians on the street gradually thinned out that Jiang Yi recovered from that extremely slow, extremely slow state.

"call!"

After taking a long breath, Jiang Yi put the knife back into its sheath, walked to a restaurant not far away, and said to Xiao Er, "Give me a table of good food."

As he spoke, he casually threw a piece of broken silver into Xiao Er's arms.

Since he ate something in the morning, he didn't even drink a sip of water during the day, and he was really hungry.

Xiao Er recognized him as the weird man who practiced swords on the street today, looked at Jiang Yi with a slightly weird look, and habitually shouted: "Okay."

After speaking, he brought Jiang Yi to an empty table and sat down: "Just a moment, the food and drink will be here soon."

Jiang Yi nodded, but did not speak.

Xiaoer noticed that Jiang Yi's movements were normal at this time, his eyes were clear, and he was completely different from the way he looked when he was practicing swords during the day, so he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: "What a strange person."

Shaking his head inexplicably, Xiao Er didn't get too entangled, and retreated, and arranged for the kitchen to cook.

After waiting for a while, the food was served.

Jiang Yi ate silently, while digesting what he had gained from a day's practice.

It is still difficult to keep focus on the saber technique in the busy city, but Jiang Yi believes that as long as he can block out all the interference and only have one saber technique in his mind, his strength will definitely improve a lot.

call!

Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind hit, interrupting his contemplation.

A pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen years old sat across from him, blinking her big eyes and staring at him curiously.

The chopsticks in Jiang Yi's hand paused, and he asked, "Girl, what's the matter?"

"My name is Lin Qingzhu."

The girl smiled and said, "Since noon today, I have noticed that you are practicing swordsmanship on the street. Can I ask, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing?"

Jiang Yi took a sip of wine and said slowly, "I haven't thought of a name yet."

Can't think of a name?

Lin Qingzhu heard the subtext, and couldn't help laughing, with a smile on his face, and said teasingly: "Isn't it you who created this saber technique?"

"Yes." Jiang Yi nodded casually.

That look, it seems that the self-made knife technique is nothing special.

Lin Qingzhu looked at him and felt that he was pitiful and stupid. He probably didn't know how difficult it is to create his own martial arts in the world.

The heads of many sects and first-class masters who have practiced for decades are unable to create their own martial arts, and it is even more impossible for Jiang Yi to be so young.

Lin Qingzhu shook his head, and advised with some pity: "Do you know that the saber technique you created yourself is useless at all. Your saber is so slow, it can't hurt people."

"If you don't know how to be slow, how can you be fast?"

Jiang Yi said leisurely while eating the dishes.

When Lin Qingzhu heard his words, he felt that his words seemed to be hiding the mystery of Zen, and then he shook his head violently, suppressing the weird thoughts that popped up in his mind: How could he believe the words of this fool in front of him?

It is obviously fallacious to know what is slow to be fast.

Lin Qingzhu didn't want to see him continue to foolishly create useless sword techniques and waste his energy in vain, so he kindly persuaded:

"If you really want to learn sword skills, you can go to my family's martial arts gym, which is on the west street. It's called Kuangfeng martial arts hall. My father is the owner of the martial arts hall, and his sword skills are very powerful."

Jiang Yi saw that she had good intentions, but he could only shake his head "stubbornly": "No need, I have just learned some skills in sword skills, how can I give up halfway, thank you for your kindness."

"Hmph, if you don't know good people, you will regret it sooner or later."

Seeing that he didn't listen to the advice, Lin Qingzhu couldn't help wrinkling Qiong's nose, and said angrily.

After speaking, he turned and walked away.

Looking at her back, Jiang Yi just smiled and didn't care.

After drinking and eating, he returned to his small courtyard and began to practice inner strength.

During the recent period, his internal strength has improved rapidly, just like the time when he was concurrently practicing the Shenzhao Sutra and the Blood Knife Sutra in the world of Liancheng Jue.

Then came the second day,

The sky is dimly bright.

Jiang Yi opened his eyes, and a frightening light flashed in his eyes, like a sharp knife light, and then restrained into invisible.