Chapter 1578

Mo Yan is talking nonsense, not to mention he is a strong member of the chaos source clan. Even ordinary practitioners have not been tired for a long time. Unless they have experienced a fierce war, they can not be tired.

"By the way, uncle Yan, didn't Ning fan enter the ancestral cave? Why did he come here again?" Asked Monet curiously. He didn't delve into Mo Yan's words, but the others all looked strange.

"It's a long story. Don't talk. Have a good look!" Mo Yan glared at him angrily.

This little guy just talks too much. When he saw other people holding a smile, he became even more angry and looked around.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

Rather than use much magic power, Ning fan uses his sword to cut off water. In this process, he deliberately simulated the sense of rhythm, but it was difficult to find the feeling.

After leaving that magical space, Ning fan seems to be music blind, and can't find that kind of music feeling. It should be due to the environment, but there is really no progress in it. Otherwise, he is reluctant to come out. The problem now is that he can't find a way back after he comes out.

Ning fan had expected this for a long time, so he was not disappointed. Now he is more likely to find out the rhythm that permeates the bone marrow. After practicing in that space for such a long time, how can it be without a little memory? Even if the mind can't remember, the body will still have memory.

Ning fan believes this, because when he dances with the rhythm, his body moves all the time.

Consciousness can not copy that sense of rhythm, there is no way, now Ning fan can only rely on the body to wake up. He calmed himself down again, ignored his surroundings, and completely immersed himself in his own world.

Knife after knife, seemingly arbitrary, in fact, Ning fan did not move, but let the body make the action of chopping water. The action made by the body itself should be more in line with the rhyme of Tao, and it seems to have a special rhythm.

"I said uncle Yan, he just cut the water. What can he see?" Monet was a little impatient after watching it for a long time.

"You don't understand what you said. If you can see it, you can see it. If you can't see it, you will never understand it!" Mo Yan gave him a look.

Monet was a little unconvinced and said, "it's you who make a mystery. What you don't understand, you don't understand, you can't say it." He always has a deep feeling with Mo Yan and speaks freely.

"Hum!" But this time, Mo Yan was very angry and glared at him.

An unprecedented sense of dignity and strangeness, let Monet can not help but back a few steps, surprised inexplicable. He felt that Mo Yan had changed a lot, which made him a little difficult to accept.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

Their words and deeds have no influence on Ning fan. Ning fan has shielded all the peripheral interference at this time. Unless someone kills him, he can't ignore it.

As like as two peas of a knife, he cut the knife in the same sea, and cut the boat in the same position. The chaotic sea was separated by the knife and then closed. Almost every time it was the same.

But only Ning fan himself knows that it is different. There are subtle differences every time. The difference is not that he deliberately made it, but that his body's memory of Daoyun is always changing.

Almost every moment, the memory of Daoyun left to him is different, it is always in change. Even the most subtle changes are different. It is this difference and change that makes Ning fan very helpless and fascinated. He perseveres in trying to crack it.

Knife after knife, exactly the same action, exactly the same result.

Not only Monet was puzzled, but Mo Yan was also shaken. He murmured in his heart whether he had a high opinion of Ning fan. Is cutting water so mechanically unintentionally in line with the supreme meaning? Mo Yan shook his head, he felt a bit incredible, because there was a meaning in it, he could not be wrong, but if Ning fan deliberately did it, he could not believe it.

After all, that kind of meaning is too profound, too ethereal, and should not be mastered by ordinary people.

If Ning fan is not deliberate, it can only show that he is too lucky to get chance by accident. But since it is unintentional, it may not be able to grasp, and the result will be fleeting.

Mo Yan's heart fluctuated while he watched, and it was hard for him to calm down for a long time. He also wanted to learn something from it, but he failed to do so. It seems easy to get, but when he really wanted to catch it, he found that he couldn't catch it at all.

You know, even Ning fan can't catch himself, let alone him. If Daoyun is so easy to get, then it's too easy to practice in this world. It's just like drinking water and going to the toilet. Of course, it's impossible!

Poof!

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Knife after knife!

Ning fan is indifferent to the outside world, and he doesn't pay attention to it at all. He only focuses on the sword of true righteousness in his hand, and abandons the sword itself. He only cares about the action of wielding the sword and the special feeling when wielding it.

It's different every time. How can we practice it? The memory of the body is obviously biased at a certain level and does not grasp the true essence, so it is different every time.

But Ning fan is a little confident. He believes that the memory of the body itself has no mistakes, but he doesn't remember the most important things. It's like sketching, drawing the shape of a person, but not the soul.

His current situation is similar to that of sketch, only his shape has no spirit.

"What is the spirit of Daoyun? What should I do? " Ning fan didn't know how many knives he waved, at least thousands of knives, but he still didn't mean to stop.

It's still one knife after another. While wielding it, I ponder over it, trying to find the essence of Daoyun. Otherwise, even if the sword is in line with the shape of Tao, it can't really get its charm.

A hundred irons into steel, Ning fan can only persist, at this time is absolutely no opportunism. Only by practicing steadfastly and repeatedly can we really make a breakthrough.

No one noticed that when Ning fan kept wielding his sword, the space around him was also changing quietly, and the time flow inside changed, as if it were an invisible field, scattered around him.

There is no clear boundary. Only when you are in it can you feel it, and not everyone can feel it. Only Mo Yan, or the ancestor of chaos, can barely detect that something is wrong.

Obviously, it was not the enemy attack, so Mo Yan's reaction was not fierce, but his heart still had a big wave. Because when he found something wrong, he had been deeply trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

"Is this an area? It doesn't seem to be completely, but it should be. Even I'm not sure. " Mo Yan frowned.

Because this field is an invisible force, which envelops them quietly.