Chapter 248

Fanatical for the sword, becoming a demon for the sword.

Now, although he had no sword and no sword Qi on him, when it came to fanaticism for the sword Dao, I fear there were really few people in the Jianghu who could compare to him.

Ye Gucheng had also been brilliant in his youth, but later his mind was not on the sword Dao at all; even though he researched the Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens, it was hard to use.

Xie Xiaofeng was trapped by love, seeking death all day long; besides his sudden appearance in his youth, which amazed the Jianghu, he had gradually faded away since then and was now rarely remembered.

And Ximen Chuixue had been loyal to the sword Dao for thirty years, not even marrying a wife in order to practice, but for Dugu Qiubai, the current Ximen Chuixue was still too young.

The sword that Ximen Chuixue understood was fundamentally different from the sword he understood.

Ximen Chuixue's sword Dao was sword Dao; it was supreme swordsmanship, a martial arts skill that overlooked all living beings.

In contrast, the sword Dao he understood was closer to a kind of void.

Or rather, because of the existence of the sword, Dugu Qiubai found the meaning of life, but soon, because of the existence of the sword, he lost all meaning in life.

Sometimes, he couldn't even feel its existence.

And precisely because of this,

Dugu Qiubai was increasingly troubled by this void of life.

He recalled the past, and in his mind, besides the sword, he couldn't remember anything else.

He wanted to walk the Jianghu again, but when he took his first step, he felt an unprecedented sense of strangeness.

He didn't recognize the current Jianghu at all.

And just at this time, Mr. Su in Xueyue City appeared and became famous throughout the world.

After hearing this, Dugu Qiubai, carrying the sorrow of seeking but not finding, rushed over.

Now in his seventies, he didn't necessarily have to have his fortune told.

It was just that he felt empty inside, with nowhere to place it.

What he needed was not sword Dao, but the meaning behind sword Dao.

At first sight,

He discovered that Mr. Su before him was indeed formidable.

With just a few words, it was as if he had seen through his entire life.

His entire life, under his gaze, seemed like a panoramic view.

"What does it mean? Why did Mr. Su say this old man is fanatical for the sword?"

"Right! And saying he's walking an evil path; could it be that this old man is from the Mo Sect?"

"I don't think so? How could someone from the Mo Sect be so weak? As if a gust of wind could blow him over?"

"This old man's strength is truly unfathomable. Is he a sword fanatic or a sword demon?"

Seeing this,

Su Hang said slowly:

"People learning to write all start by copying,"

"whether it's a three or five-year-old child or an eighty-year-old master, whenever they learn to write, they must start by copying famous masters."

"Similarly, learning the sword is the same principle,"

"if you want to learn the sword, you must apprentice, preferably joining a sect."

"Only in this way can you have the opportunity to copy, and have a target to copy."

"This has been the case since ancient times!"

"But old gentleman, you are very different."

"You didn't copy, nor did you apprentice, but practiced the sword directly."

After saying this,

Su Hang looked at the 【Sword】 character on the ground and said softly:

"Your writing is unique, with no traces of copying."

"And the old gentleman's sword Qi is also simple and thick... with no traces of imitation, nor can any traces of any sect be seen."

"Therefore, I can almost be certain that you learned the sword from childhood but never apprenticed."

"All your sword arts were realized by yourself, without referring to anyone's experience."

"It can be said that you have neither a sect nor a master,"

"practicing the sword, it just came from the heart, starting from your own will."

"For you, what the masters said, you had already realized, and what you wanted to know, the masters were completely ignorant of."

"Perhaps you yourself never thought that this practice would last a lifetime."

Dugu Qiubai was shocked, his eyes widened, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

He then looked at Su Hang and smiled slightly:

"Mr. Su has good eyes,"

"I have indeed never apprenticed, and all my sword arts were realized by myself."

"Therefore, on me, the world will surely find no traces of any sect,"

"if one is determined to be for the sword, the sword itself is the best master, so why apprentice?"

Su Hang and Dugu Qiubai asked and answered, the two had a tacit understanding and smiled at each other.

But the onlookers at the Half-Moon Inn were all horrified.

Practicing such sword Qi without apprenticing?

How is that possible?

Do you take us for fools?

There are many top scholars who are self-taught in this world; could there be a self-taught swordsman?

Looking at the old man before them, everyone felt it was increasingly unbelievable.

After all, for the vast majority of ordinary people, to learn martial arts, joining a sect is almost the only feasible path.

Many wealthy families, in order to increase the chances of their descendants apprenticing to famous masters, have racked their brains and played all kinds of tricks.

If nothing else, just looking at the Sword Sect's standards for accepting disciples, one can understand a thing or two.

But the old man before them admitted himself that he was self-taught!

Seeing this,

Even Wang Yuyan could not help but be horrified:

"Actually, Dugu Qiubai is not an unknown person."

"It's just that he withdrew from the Jianghu too early, and most people in the current Jianghu don't know his name."

"Back then in the Great Song Jianghu, his swordsmanship dominated the Heishuo area, and no one could compete with him!"

"It's just that after that, I don't know what happened, Dugu Qiubai suddenly withdrew from the Jianghu... and since then there has been no trace..."

"Calculating carefully, the old gentleman has been in seclusion for nearly forty years!"

Although Wang Yuyan kept popularizing science, Jiang Yuyan on the side was clearly uninterested.

She just curled her lips and asked curiously:

"Sister Yuyan, is there really such a person in this world?"

"Without apprenticing, one can also master peerless martial arts?"

Wang Yuyan smiled slightly, her face blushing:

"This is natural."

"There are actually quite a few such geniuses in the Wu Lin,"

"among swordsmen, there must be more than just Dugu Qiubai."

"I think the Green-Shirt Sword God of that time was self-taught..."

Immediately, Wang Yuyan blushed and whispered again:

"And my master... he doesn't need a master at all..."

"Many profound principles can be realized and mastered in an instant."

After a small commotion,

Su Hang looked at the character on the ground and continued:

"The 【Sword】 character you left behind, the first half is incomparably sharp, just like the direction of the sword tip."

"Therefore, I guess that before the age of thirty, the old gentleman used a sharp sword."

"In your view, to break all martial arts in the world, besides being fast, the sword tip must be sharp."

"The so-called youthful spirit, where the sword tip points, nothing is indestructible!!"