It is easier to think than to do, this is an old saying, and it also proves a truth.
Feng Jueyu was a little confused, and the elite onlookers were even more confused. This was Nie. Second Division Xiang refused to let them speak, otherwise the scene would have been in chaos.
They understood this passage, including Nie upstairs, and the Second Division also understood it, but it was useless to understand it. How to proceed was the key.
Feng Jueyu thought of a way and shook his head without saying a word.
Killing God said: "You have already said, first collect the Qi, then collect the mind, then ask the heart, and finally lose the mind, then it is said to be unintentional. Then conversely, when the mind comes to life, it is the embodiment of the thought, and when the mind is asked, it is the heart.
The process of generating thoughts, so to speak, do you understand?"
"Oh... I seem to understand a little bit." When Feng Jueyu heard this, he realized that it was indeed true.
On the other hand, if there is a thought in the mind, the monk will think about where my intention is, use the intention to mobilize the Qi, and then release the Qi. This is a complete and normal process, but according to the idea of the God of Death, this
The process is the advancement process of the heart and thoughts, and various behaviors will occur in the future.
"What you mean is that after thinking about something in your heart, you can stop the occurrence of thoughts without affecting your behavior, right?" Feng Jueyu asked tentatively.
"Well, you can ask whatever you want now, because I have finished speaking." The God of Death continued: "You are right, but it can be understood that it is enough to have thoughts in your mind, why do you still have to have thoughts and
What about promoting various behaviors?”
This was a rhetorical question, and everyone was immediately confused.
What is this damn thing about? Why can’t you understand it?
The Ten Thousand Elites were confused, and the more they listened, the more their heads hurt. But upstairs, Nie Renkuang and Xiang Potian had bright eyes, and their afterglow was thousands of miles away.
"Damn, Lao Nie, this guy is really talented. Why can't we understand such a simple truth?" Xiang Potian said to Nie Renkuang in admiration.
Nie Renkuang rolled his eyes at him and said: "It's not that I can't understand, it's that I can't do it. Just like what you just said, you clearly meant it from your heart, but why did you say it? Do you understand?
?”
"Damn? I don't understand, then I don't want to, what should I say?"
"That's right, what the God of Killing can do is that he wants to do it but doesn't want to, but his actions speak for themselves. This is the real secret of the three-move killing technique."
Xiang Potian looked confused: "I am determined, but I don't want to? Is this possible?"
"You have to practice." Nie Renkuang summed it up in two words.
At this time, Feng Jueyu also understood, and it became clear in an instant: "I understand, it is enough to have the intention, why bother to become a thought."
"Smart." The God of Death, who never praised others, was full of praise, and then said: "Pick up the sword and start now."
"Ah? Start, how to start?" Feng Jueyu was confused for a moment, always feeling that he was speaking on a completely different channel from the conversation with the God of Death.
"Practice." The God of Death began to speak concisely again, but he took care of Feng Jueyu and added: "Of the three killing techniques, ten steps is the shortest and easiest, a hundred steps is a little more difficult, and a thousand steps is the easiest.
Difficult, you start with the ten steps, ten steps to kill, the intention is to kill, your target is me, you can choose the position, kill me, you have mastered it?"
"What?"
This voice was not only shouted by Feng Jueyu, but also shouted by all the elites present in unison.
Xiang Potian's eyes nearly dropped to the floor when he was upstairs: "Damn it, Lao Nie, did I hear you right? That guy from the God of Death asked Feng Boy to kill him?"
Nie Renkuang's eyes dimmed and he sighed: "This is the difference between us and the God of Killing in terms of killing. He can even risk his life in order to practice, but we can't, because even if you have this intention, you can't help it.
He is passionate about life, and he can ignore life, even his own life."
Xiang Potian began to sweat on his forehead, and said, "Grandma, the God of Killing is a lunatic. I don't want to be his enemy in this life."
Nie Renkuang showed a meaningful smile, and his memory was frozen in those turbulent years six thousand years ago, and he sighed: "Yes, there is no one in the world who wants to be his enemy, no, not one."
"That's because all his enemies are dead." Xiang Potian said through gritted teeth.
"Haha, there are some alive."
"Is there any?"
"Yes! But that person has been running away all his life. Guess how he died in the end?"
"How did you die?"
"Haha, it's scary to dream."
"Damn it." Xiang Potian felt pain at the root of his teeth and gritted his teeth.
At this moment, everyone in Liuguang Palace fell into deathly silence. I don’t know how long it took, but Feng Jueyu asked in disbelief: “You want me to kill you?”
For the first time in his life, the God of Death forced an ugly smile in front of Feng Jueyu and said, "Haha, if it's okay, I'll admit it."
"This doesn't work, how can this work?" Feng Jueyu waved his hands repeatedly, thinking, if I kill you, who will I use?
But the God of Death put on a straight face and said seriously: "If you don't have the intention to kill, it doesn't matter whether I teach you or not. If you don't learn, just give me a happy word. If you learn, you will do it. If you don't learn, you will end up here."
." After finishing speaking, the God of Death was about to walk out.
"Hey? Don't leave. I'll learn. Isn't it enough to learn?" Feng Jueyu thought for a moment. Anyway, I'm tough enough to kill him, so I'll just kill him. Who's afraid of whom?
However, he thought simply. The God of Death stopped and stood back to his original position, saying: "I haven't finished what I just said. You are practicing killing skills now, so everything must be realistic, and the most realistic realistic is
Real, so I am your enemy now, not an imaginary enemy, but a real enemy. If you stab me with a sword, if it fails, I will kill you. Come on."
After saying that, the God of Death straightened up and lost all aura.
Gulu!
In the square, the sounds of swallowing rang out one after another, and the sweat on Feng Jueyu's forehead almost reached his waist. Damn, you can't do it. You are risking your life just to practice swordsmanship.
Ten thousand elites did not dare to speak, and were speechless. The reason was very simple. They were all frightened by the killing god's alternative thinking. Is this a way of teaching martial arts? Isn't this an excuse to kill someone for fun?
Whoosh!
Ten thousand pairs of eyes looked at Feng Jueyu, and the emotions in those eyes all said the words "You are so unlucky."
"Study or not, this is your last chance." Seeing Feng Jueyu gritting his teeth and not moving, the God of Death asked again with a straight face.
Feng Jueyu was extremely conflicted. Yes, even the best of brains might not be able to turn around when faced with this kind of situation.
"Learn." After a long time, Feng Jueyu finally strengthened his confidence. He didn't know why the God of Death would use such an extreme method, but he knew that there must be a reason for the God of Death to do this.
"Okay, let's start."
The God of Death said, turning his back.
But Feng Jueyu was holding the broken sword but hesitantly did not make a move.
But this time, the God of Death did not urge him. Instead, he turned his back to him and said, "Calm down first and think about the tips I just taught you. It is actually not difficult to think backwards when combined with the state of mindlessness."
Feng Jueyu listened with his ears raised, but his mind was actually in a mess. He began to recall the skills taught to him by the God of Death, and began to have murderous intentions.
But if he is an enemy, it is easy for him to have murderous intentions, but when facing the God of Death, how can he kill him?
This is not a question of whether you dare to do it, but a question of simply not being able to do it.
"Adjust your mentality. Killing is easy. If I want to kill, I will kill." The God of Death reminded him again.
Even with so many reminders, Feng Jueyu still stood in the square for three full days, and in the end, he still didn't take action.
And these three, ten thousand elites were also accompanying them. Even though they didn't do anything, after these three days, almost everyone collapsed.
Why?
Because their spirits are always in a tense state.
Feng Jueyu was no exception to this point, and just when he thought he had adjusted his mentality and was ready to take action, suddenly, the killing god with his back turned to him said: "Okay, the first try, you failed.
, you have lost the opportunity to kill me, take a break and start again."
call!
As soon as these words came out, all ten thousand people sat on the ground as if their souls had flown away, gasping for air. However, seeing the incompetence of the ten thousand elites, Nie Renkuang and Xiang Po, who had been keeping their eyes open, did not rub the sand in their eyes.
Tiandu did not reprimand them because they knew very well that these three days were almost more tiring than ten days of desperate fighting with ten thousand elites.
After a person's cultivation reaches a certain level, the most unbearable thing is often not the physical harm, but the mental pressure.
In three days, everyone's spirits were crushed by the God of Killing.
When his spirit relaxed, Feng Jueyu felt as if he was severely dehydrated and had no strength in his body. The God of Death did not praise or belittle him at all. He walked to the second floor alone, leaving Feng Jueyu alone in Liuguang.
The palace ignored him and allowed him to recover on his own.
After going upstairs, Xiang Potian looked at the God of Death with a completely different look than before. The obscure little eyes were full of extreme fear. He stared at the God of Death for a long time, Xiang Potian blushed and cursed:
"Damn it, God of Death, I have decided to take back what I said before. If I were to be reborn, I would not spar with you. You would be a lunatic."
The God of Death blinked and sat down without saying a word.
At this time, Nie Renkuang walked over, sat opposite the God of Death, and asked a profound question: "How is that kid? How do you feel?"
The God of Death glanced at Feng Jueyu across the realm, and said calmly: "He is not bad."
Xiang Potian came over like a psychopath: "Hey, tell me, what's a good idea?"
The God of Death glanced at him and said: "When I figured out this trick, I killed fifteen hundred people, and my murderous intention was already established. But at that time, in order to practice this way, I stood in front of my master.
one day."
"Your master?" Xiang Potian stared with disbelief: "You want to do something to your master?"
The God of Death said sincerely: "I just want to know if I can't do it or not."
"..." Xiang Potian was speechless, and then asked: "What happened next?"
"I said, I stood there for a day, and then I collapsed."
"Nah..." Xiang Potian slapped his forehead and fainted.
Nie Renkuang smiled bitterly: "Oh, it's not easy for anyone to have a murderous intention."