"Pa-pa-pa--" Loud and powerful applause rang out. Xie Qingfeng, the head of the Xie family in Yanwu, stood in a wide-sleeved robe and stood on a boat. He couldn't help but praise: "So it is not natural for heaven and earth.
There is a preference, but perfect things are rare to see. Xiaoyou Yuan An’s theory is wonderful. Once he has solved the most difficult problem in talking about Taoism, he can be said to be famous and famous for generations to come!"
Everyone in the boat could not help but look surprised and envious. The head of the Xie family called Yuan An his little friend, which showed that he no longer regarded him as a junior, but as a Taoist friend who was qualified to talk about mysteries.
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With this word, Yuan An can be said to have "doubled his worth", enough to join the ranks of Jiankang's first-class celebrities.
"Young friend Yuan An's words are thought-provoking and profound. He is worthy of being the most outstanding genius of the younger generation in our country." Wang Youjun, a backbone of the Wang family, shook his feather fan lightly and was filled with admiration. He has a handsome face and a feather fan scarf.
The grace is like a fairy descending to earth.
Wang Youjun is the father of two brothers, Wang Hui and Wang Xian, and is also the top master of the Langya Wang family. He studied in Guigu, one of the ten great sects, and integrated calligraphy into his own great sect. His original "Orchid Pavilion Death and Life Preface" is known as the enough
But the magical method of establishing a sect is no less famous among scholars than the Six Masters of the Bamboo Forest.
The praise from Xie Qingfeng and Wang Youjun undoubtedly pushed Yuan An's reputation to a new height. Masters from other sects also praised him. Pan Anren next to him felt unsatisfied, with a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes. He was knocked into the water.
Yuan An was in the limelight, which was nothing short of humiliating.
Yi Mo also felt extremely unhappy. He, the majestic Crown Prince of Jin Dynasty, had the most noble bloodline of the True Dragon Emperor, but he turned into a foil to a bastard. Wasn't this a deliberate attempt to lose his face?
He saw Lu Yizhu looking at Yuan An intently, his eyes flashing with color, and he couldn't help but feel hatred and jealousy. Yuan An killed the Little Eagle King and competed with him for the beauty. It was really abominable and worthy of death!
"Hahahaha!" Liu Ling happily picked up the wine gourd around his waist, drank a gulp of wine, and shouted with dancing joy, "This Taoist sect should be considered the winner in this battle between Taoists and demons!"
"Old Liu is right!" Ruan Ji's eyes flashed and he echoed, "This is the battle between Tao and Demon decided by the little magician himself. He won't go back on his promise, right?"
Shan Tao shook his head and said sternly: "The little magician is the successor of my human race's number one master. He is in charge of the power of the Heavenly Demon Sect and represents the face of the entire demon sect in the world. How can you go back on your word? Don't you two treat me like a little magician?
The heart of a man is the heart of a gentleman. This is just the outcome of a battle between Tao and demons. It is of no concern at all. What’s more, is the little magician someone who cannot afford to lose?"
Xie Xuan and Zhou Chu couldn't help but laugh out loud. Others added fuel to the flames, and everyone spoke loudly to ensure that this battle between Tao and demons was settled.
Bian Wuya kept staring at Zhikarizhen, as if he was distracted, and completely ignored the noise of the others. After a while, Bian Wuya suddenly asked: "What is the meaning of ruthlessness in sword cultivators?"
——“What’s the explanation for the ruthlessness of sword cultivators?”
Zhi Shouzhen saw the head of the boat on the Nu River in a trance, and the scribes in green raised their glasses and asked each other. In the distance, the river and the sky were connected, and the water and sky were the same color. A small boat looked so small between the sky and the earth, like a speck of dust.
"Sword cultivators are neither sentient nor ruthless. They should not be sluggish in their emotions." He looked far into the vast river and sky, and said in silence for a moment, "Maybe I am on the wrong path to swordsmanship."
"What a person who is not stuck in love!" The scholar in Tsing Yi raised his palms and praised softly, with a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes, "It's a pity that you and I have taken the wrong path, and we can't start over again."
"That's not necessarily the case." His eyes flashed suddenly, and the wine spilled on the ship began to roll around, regrouped into a ball, and was thrown into the empty wine glass, which slowly flew towards his palm.
The scholar in Tsing Yi sincerely admires the sword energy exerted by this hand without leaving any trace. The sword has already penetrated into the invisible and turned into the avenue that is everywhere. At this point, the attainment of swordsmanship has reached its peak. There is no way forward. It can cut through the void and soar at any time.
And go.
The river wind blew up his snow-white and lonely clothes. He stared at the rippling wine in the cup. After a long time, he suddenly threw it away.
"If you make a mistake, just splash it again!"
The wine glass drew a perfect arc in mid-air, got caught up in the raging waves, and quickly disappeared with the waves...
"What is the explanation for the ruthlessness of a sword cultivator?"
Bian Wuya's urging voice was like undulating waves. It was like standing on a bumpy boat. He couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. He subconsciously wanted to respond and said the four words "Don't stagnate in love", but then he
My mind was agitated, as if I had woken up from a dream.
Zhikarizhen immediately realized what was wrong with him.
He had similar experiences several times. Each time, he was immersed in a memory that seemed both real and illusory, as if he was sleepwalking. And afterward, he would naturally ignore those fragments.
There is obviously something wrong with his spiritual world, but it is not the time to delve into it now.
"To respond to the sword without being tired of the sword, to love without being obsessed with love. This is the way of swordsmanship that Yuan knows." Zhikari Zhen pondered for a while, and slightly changed the meaning of "not to be sluggish with love".
This statement aroused a chorus of praises from everyone. Bian Wuya looked at Zhikarizhen thoughtfully without saying a word.
"You don't need to worry about it, little magician." Shan Tao comforted him with a gentle tone, "The victory or defeat of the battle between orthodoxy does not happen overnight. The little magician today is just a wise man who made many mistakes and occasionally made mistakes."
"That's right, the little magician is a genius of a generation. It doesn't matter if he fails in a battle between Taoism and orthodoxy." "After this defeat, the little magician will definitely be able to survive. The next time the Taoism and demons fight, they will definitely shine and win every battle!"
The nobles and nobles spoke in agreement and flattered without limit.
Bian Wuya was both angry and funny. He said Taoism was hypocritical, and it turned out to be true. "It's just a talk about mystical principles. It's ridiculous to say it's a battle between Taoists and demons." Bian Wuya had a little luck and said what Ruan Ji said earlier.
He repeated it word for word. His voice was overwhelming the noise of the crowd. Under the strong pressure of the devil's chaotic field, it was difficult for the sound waves from the others to be transmitted, even Xie Qingfeng and Wang Youjun.
Everyone's expressions changed. Bian Wuya's cultivation level was only at the peak of God Refining and Returning to the Void. He was not much different from them, but his combat power was far above everyone else.
Bian Wuya changed the subject and continued: "However, Bian also said that he would add a little bit of luck to this conversation. Since fellow Taoist Yuan An won, Bian should contribute the lucky money."
Xie Xuan laughed and said sarcastically: "The little magician is too perfunctory. What kind of lottery is comparable to the victory or defeat of Taoism?"
"How about the illustrated catalog of the Golden Tower in "The Twelve Catalogs of the Golden Tower in the Jade Tower"?" Bian Wuya said in an astonishing tone.
Zhi Shou couldn't help but be startled, the green bead's color changed slightly. Everyone was even more stunned, and a deathly silence fell all around, and then there was a chaotic wave of exclamation.