Ying Bing, though puzzled in her heart, answered the questions on the paper from shallow to deep.
“Skill and technique in swordplay are essentially one thing, nothing more than precision, agility, and using them for oneself. If you have practiced a superior sword technique to a certain level, then you fall into this category, considered quite decent.”
“However, for those who truly possess sword qi, sword momentum, sword intent, and sword path, skills are merely some of the experiences they accumulate on their journey to the sword path.”
Li Mo seemed to understand, but also not entirely.
He could only relate it to his previous life’s understanding of mathematics and physics.
If the path of the sword were compared to math, then skill and technique would be formulas.
For most people, solving problems simply involves applying these formulas.
Where do these formulas come from?
They come from geniuses who truly reach the essence.
Li Mo nodded, took out paper and pen.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh, I’m making notes.”
Li Mo smiled and began writing swiftly.
It was still too shallow now, he feared he might forget later.
Ying Bing suddenly felt a bit confused.
In her past life, when she discussed Dao with others, it was the first time someone wrote while discussing.
After all, these aren’t things that can be memorized by rote; those who understand will grasp them instantly.
After a moment’s pause, she continued:
“Sword qi, sword momentum, and sword intent are indeed three different paths, yet they ultimately converge.”
“For example, sword qi. In the Da Shang Dynasty before the Da Yu Dynasty, there was a great scholar who read books for sixty years, never practicing martial arts or swordplay, only writing poetry and compiling texts. After sixty years, he entered the Golden Hall and used his words to criticize and dismantle the national fate of Da Shang.”
“This is what it means to wield a sword with a full heart of scholarly spirit.”
“As for sword momentum, it emphasizes going with the flow. The rising sun and setting moon are the momentum of heaven and earth; the blooming and falling of flowers is the momentum of nature; the direction of public opinion is human momentum…”
Ying Bing gently poured herself a cup of tea to moisten her throat.
Her demeanor reminded Li Mo of his former light-hearted female teacher.
She was usually quiet, but once she started teaching, she had an air of confidence and mastery.
Of course, Li Mo was not just listening attentively; he was writing non-stop.
Half an hour later.
Seven or eight sheets of paper with fresh ink were spread out on the table. Little Li, satisfied, licked the tip of his pen.
As long as he memorized all this, he would be incredibly powerful!
He was determined to crush Little Jiang, the domain lord, completely!
Just as Li Mo was feeling self-satisfied,
Ying Bing’s questioning voice came:
“Do you understand everything I said earlier?”
Given that she could ask such questions, she should already understand most of it.
“I understand!”
Li Mo nodded confidently.
“Then tell me your own insights.”
Ying Bing’s eyes, like a storm, stared directly at Li Mo, waiting for his response.
Uh uh…
Li Mo froze, his smile fading as he fell into deep thought.
Did he get a bit carried away just now? How could he have forgotten that Ice Chunk was testing him?
Oh right, it was a discussion.
Ice Chunk had been talking for a while, so he couldn’t just stay silent.
But honestly,
He was really lost.
Practicing hammering and practicing swordsmanship are vastly different…
After all, have you ever heard of a blacksmith hammering a tyrant to d*ath after sixty years of hammering iron?
Noticing a hint of confusion in Ice Chunk’s eyes, Little Li’s CPU was racing.
Ying Bing didn’t seem to fully understand.
Just asking for his insights shouldn’t be so difficult, right?
Or maybe…
At this moment, Li Mo finally spoke, with an apologetic smile:
“Sorry, I got carried away just now.”
“In my view, Ying Bing, you don’t need to make it so complicated. There are essentially three levels of sword cultivation.”
“One, stopping at skill, having a sword in hand but none in mind, where the anger of a commoner spills bl**d within five steps.”
“Second, no sword in hand, but the sword in mind, where practice merges man and sword, able to use anything as a sword.”
“Third, no sword in hand, no sword in mind, at that moment, you are the sword.”
With a calm tone, he continued.
The young man speaking confidently seemed indifferent to others’ evaluations, merely stating his understanding of the sword path.
The jade-like figure drinking tea across from him seemed moved, her expression thawing.
After a long silence, she softly responded:
“Good.”
“It’s well taught.”
“No, you’re right. Greatness lies in simplicity, simplifying complexity is the true path.”
“Not at all.”
Li Mo smiled lightly, secretly wiping sweat.
Fortunately, he had secretly read novels during class in his past life, even getting caught by the teacher, who said he would achieve nothing like that.
Isn’t this exactly what he needed!
Seeing Ice Chunk’s moved expression and sensing a potential follow-up question, Little Li quickly asked first:
“If one only practices sword technique, can they touch upon the sword path?”
Upon hearing this, Ying Bing pondered, then nodded:
“Yes, but also no.”
“Really?”
Li Mo thought Ice Chunk wasn’t much of a riddle person.
“The theory that technique can approach the path is indeed possible.”
“But there are countless sword techniques, and ordinary people spend their entire lives learning just a drop in the ocean.”
“Many d*e before achieving it, so no one can, unless… Forget about it, don’t think too much about this, it’s meaningless.”
Ying Bing had wanted to say that only legends called ‘immortals’ could live as long as heaven and earth, thus having enough time to achieve ‘technique approaching the path.’
But immortality itself is more elusive than achieving technique approaching the path.
“Understood.”
Li Mo took a deep breath, suppressing his unease.
“It’s late, thank you for today’s enlightenment.”
“I’ll go rest now.”
Saying this, Li Mo gracefully stood up and left without a trace.
Without mentioning washing dishes after dinner.
Li Mo’s figure disappeared.
A leaf fell into the teacup in front of the girl, causing the reflected jade-like face to ripple.
The more they interacted, the more she felt that he was different from the last.
From being unremarkable at first to now being impossible to ignore.
Today, Li Mo came closer to the realm she sought, almost half a step inside.
Of course,
Her strongest ability wasn’t the sword path.
But with this talent for the sword path, he had already stood beside her.
“He compared to Jiang Chulong…”
Ying Bing shook her head silently.
Jiang Chulong was born with a sword embryo and once possessed a sword bone. This isn’t the same starting line, so they can’t be compared.
[Note: One month until the comparison results are announced.]
[At that time, all the geniuses in the Eastern Wilderness will be ranked.]
[The punishment for losing has been decided.]
[Punishment conditions]: “Sleep with anyone who beats you for at least a month.”
Ying Bing didn’t even glance at the so-called punishment.
Now she has reached the tenth pulse of the Qi bl**d Realm.
In seven days, she will complete the grand circulation of Qi bl**d and step into the Internal Breathing Realm!
One month of Internal Breathing, with fourteen pulses connected, is unparalleled in the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
In the Internal Breathing Realm, possessing the Nine Colors Original Phoenix’s aura, able to utilize the power of Taiyin, and having the eye of a Nine Heavens expert, she has accumulated a wealth of martial arts experience.
Among her peers, she can’t think of anyone who can surpass her.
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