Surrounded by Sanskrit sounds, Xi Tiao shrouds Taitu Peak like a soul.
This moment.
Both players and aborigines are immersed in the Sanskrit prayers of the Holy Son and Holy Infant. Their hearts are chasing mysterious trajectories in the void, and subtle insights are constantly emerging.
"this……"
Xiaoyao felt that the anger in his heart continued to dissipate, and the faint joy of understanding Yueying's move also calmed down.
He raised his head and looked into the depths of the sky.
Vaguely, he seemed to see two familiar, gentle and smiling faces.
Surrounded by Sanskrit sounds.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xiaoyao's mouth, and his body passed through the mountain road filled with clouds and mist, quickly heading towards the location of the Holy Son and Holy Infant. Along the way, many players stood with peaceful expressions and closed their eyes. Going deeper, he saw many
The Aboriginal guards also looked up at the sky with peaceful expressions.
No natives stand in the way of Xiaoyao.
Perhaps they had received instructions from the Holy Son and the Holy Infant, and their journey was smooth and smooth.
"You're here."
The Sanskrit sound subsided, and the Holy Son and Holy Infant pointed to the side and motioned for Xiaoyao to come forward.
This place is a mountain peak, and the position they are standing on is on the edge of the mountain top. Through the field of vision, they can see the mountains hidden in the endless clouds and mist below, filled with a vast atmosphere.
Step forward in a happy and upright manner.
He had a premonition that the reason they asked him to come might be related to his previous battle with Gui Xing and others.
after all.
It was impossible to hide that strong and evil aura.
"Xiaoyao."
"How do you think you are a truly strong person?"
Xiaoyao was startled.
He looked at the Holy Son and the Holy Infant in confusion, and he did not expect that the other party did not ask him about the most evil energy, but asked him about his views on the strong.
He thought slightly.
All the things I have seen and experienced since I entered the fantasy world flashed through my mind.
among players.
Maybe he can be considered a strong man now. Among the aborigines, he has seen many people, such as the old man guarding the master's tomb, the Master Zizhu, the Holy Son and the Holy Infant, strong men from various sects, etc. But if he really wants to
When he was asked to say a word that defined a strong person, he suddenly felt confused in his heart.
"Strong?"
The Holy Son and Holy Infant turned around and smiled gently: "In fact, in the eyes of our aborigines, you players are just newcomers who have just stepped into the world. You enjoy honors that we aboriginals cannot enjoy, but
I found that very few of you can recognize yourselves, including Xiaoyao you!"
"A strong person cannot be called a strong person just because he is strong. In other words, such a person can only be called a powerful person, but cannot be said to be a master."
The Holy Son and Holy Infant looked down at the mountains, and their voice seemed a bit ethereal and unreal.
Xiaoyao looked slightly shaken.
"Please give me some guidance from the Holy Son and the Holy Infant!"
Xiaoyao bowed sincerely, eager to know.
The Holy Son and the Holy Infant smiled slightly, waved their hands and said softly: "A strong person who can truly lead to the most powerful path. In fact, whether they are practicing the most evil path or the most holy path, they can recognize themselves clearly among the thousands of cultivation paths.
Forge your own path. Every master has his own characteristics, rather than simply learning other people's martial arts."
"No matter how strong your martial arts skills are."
"That's just what the strong men in the past realized, not what you all have."
…
Xiaoyao's whole body was shaken violently.
Every word is like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind.
"No matter how strong your martial arts skills are."
"These are just what people in the past have realized. If you want to truly become a master, the final path is to move towards your own unique way of cultivation."
…
If it were before he understood the Purple-Gold Thunder Eyes, Xiaoyao might have been extremely confused about this, but after he used the power of thunder punishment to understand the low-level Purple-Gold Thunder Eyes with his own ability, he could faintly feel this.
Maybe.
Players do not have to rely on the martial arts within the Great Fantasy system to practice.
What is best for you?
No!
No matter what kind of martial arts, there is absolutely no one that is absolutely suitable for you! If you want to be 100% suitable for yourself, you can only use the exclusive martial arts that you have learned and comprehended!
Xiaoyao's eyes sparkled.
Hearing the words of the Holy Son and Holy Infant gave him a more perfect explanation for his previous doubts.
…
A state of ease.
The Holy Son and Holy Infant who was observing him immediately smiled with satisfaction.
They understand.
No matter whether Xiaoyao can understand what they are saying now, at least, this concept has begun to sprout in his heart, and this thought will surely grow into a towering tree in the future.
"It's a reward for what he said." At their level, they will never owe favors easily, and this time the explanation is officially what the Holy Son and the Holy Infant said to them about Xiaoyao before.
In return for his words. From then on, there was no more kindness between the two parties.
"Carefree"
"I think you have already understood a glimmer of it. Let me give you one last sentence!"
The Son and the Infant stepped forward.
Xiaoyao's body was shaken, he woke up, and bowed respectfully: "Please speak!"
"Um"
"You have to know clearly what you are suitable for? What you want? What you like!"
"If you understand."
"Then I think you should know what kind of path you will choose to take, a path that belongs only to you and is unique to all creatures in the world. It is your own path!"
The gentle voice, at this moment, seemed extremely ethereal. As the carefree expression shook, the figure of the Holy Son and Holy Infant slowly disappeared from the mountain peaks.
The hurricane keeps blowing.
Xiaoyao stands quietly on the top of the mountain like a dead tree.
His mind kept echoing every word spoken by the Holy Son and Holy Infant, and he fell into deep thinking: "What is suitable? What do you want? What do you like?"
He felt that if he could understand these three issues, a new world would open before him.
Zheng~
With a soft cry, the Blood Rainbow Sword appeared in his hand.
His eyes fell on the sword.
Xiaoyao kept thinking about the various techniques he had practiced in his mind.
Rampage.
Tianyang finger.
Evil Moon Sword Manual
Xuan Ye's Sword Intent
draw sword
…
He suddenly understood something.
turn out to be.
What he really likes is swordsmanship. Holding the sword, his heart seems to be resting on the sword, and all the burdens in his heart are calmed by the sound of the sword.
But whether it was the Xie Yue sword manual or the sword drawing style, he was just scratching the surface.
He doesn't understand too much.
Whenever he calms down, he can feel the vast sword intent coming from both of them. Perhaps it is precisely because of the sword intent that he can condense his energy and fuse with the sword during the battle without having to go.
Thinking about everything else, he likes the sword. In kendo, all he has to do is regard himself as the sword, not Xiaoyao as a person.
"kendo."
A smile appeared at the corner of Xiaoyao's mouth.
He felt that he had already made up his mind. What he wanted to pursue was the supreme swordsmanship.
But soon.
His expression was thoughtful again.
Although he had decided in his heart that he would take swordsmanship as his training direction in the future, he had no idea how to practice and how to find his own path.
But at least.
He has a direction.
He looked at where the Holy Son and the Holy Infant were standing, and bowed respectfully. After a while, he turned into an afterimage from the mountain peaks and quickly swept down the cloudy mountain road and disappeared.
