Zhikarizhen lowered the straw he was making gestures with, and wanted to go over and call her, but the heel he raised fell back down. Hong Lianxue was not related to him, so she would not trust him with just a few words. But he had already
It’s Hong Lianxue’s own choice to do her best in personnel matters, and she can’t blame others.
Qingfeng saw it in his eyes, flicked the grass stalk in his hand, and touched Zhikarizhen's throat more than ten times: "Your heart is not calm anymore."
Zhi Shou buried his head in shame: "Yes."
"A true swordsman: when the mountain is pressing on the top, his heart is unfailing, his form is external but his mind is immobile. Before the sword is drawn, he is like a virgin, and when the sword is drawn, it is like thunder. He can send out and withdraw, can be still and move, that is
It is said that 'people are where the sword is', and also 'the sword is everywhere'. At this point, Chaoche's realm becomes natural and clear. Going further up is to understand the meaning of Tao and return to the original nature to see the only one."
"Human beings are not plants and trees, they all have seven emotions and six desires, so how can we live up to our expectations and remain unmoved?"
"The heart is outside the heart, and the intention is unexpected."
As soon as Qingfeng said this, he felt a little regretful in his heart. This sentence directly explained the true meaning of Taoism, which was considered a violation of the rules of the Taoism. But seeing the way Zhikarizhen was thinking deeply, he felt a sense of relief.
"To elaborate, the way of swordsmanship can be divided into two paths: the way of sentient swordsmanship and the way of ruthless swordsmanship." Qingfeng pondered for a moment and continued, "Our human race mainly practices the way of sentient swordsmanship. Swords are swords and people are people. They can be combined.
One, it can be differentiated. Old friends have feelings, and when a person wields a sword, the sword also has feelings. Unfortunately, for thousands of years, no one has been able to cultivate the way of the sentient sword to the point of breaking the void."
Zhikarizhen then asked: "So, does the Yu Clan's supreme sword manual, the Yuhua Sword Classic, follow the ruthless swordsmanship?"
Qingfeng nodded and said: "That's right. The "Echoing Sword Sutra" emphasizes 'Echoing the mortal body, jumping out of the mind. There is nothing else except the sword.'"
Zhikari said in surprise: "Isn't the ruthless swordsmanship about ruthlessness and sex? Is that what a swordsman is?"
Qingfeng said sadly: "I only know a little bit about this, and I dare not speak nonsense. However, decades ago, there was a man in the Yu clan who was extremely talented and unparalleled in swordsmanship, and he practiced ruthless swordsmanship to the peak. However, he did not choose to be broken.
The void transforms into an immortal."
Speaking of this, Qingfeng's voice revealed a hint of admiration: "It is said that he felt that the ruthless swordsmanship was not the ultimate swordsmanship, so he traveled around the eight wastelands in order to make another breakthrough. Fifteen years ago, this man had an affair with Pei Changhuan, the top master of the Demon Sect.
I discussed Taoism on the Nu River in Dayan for seven days and seven nights. Then I drifted away without a trace."
Zhikarizhen's heart sank: "Is this person still alive in the world?" Such a terrifying swordsman from the Yu Clan is definitely not a good thing for the Wu Clan.
"For those who can take the step of the Shattered Void at any time, unless they seek death themselves, it is not surprising that they will live to live over a thousand years."
"Senior, does he know his name?"
"I only know that his surname is Feng, and he should be from the royal family of the Yu clan, but I don't know his name." Qingfeng sighed softly, with a look of fascination on his face, "The real sword has no name, so he must be talking about this kind of sword cultivator."
Zhikarizhen pondered for a moment, and then glanced into the distance. Hong Lianxue lingered by the lake for a long time, sometimes unable to help wading in the water, sometimes retreating to the shore, staring at the underwater fairy mansion in trance.
Qingfeng smiled with understanding: "When I came down from the mountain as a veteran, I saw a rich man bullying a common girl during my travels. I wanted to take action, but for a mere commoner, I felt it was not worth it. Over the years, whenever I think about this matter, I always feel
There is something in my heart." He patted Karima on the shoulder and said warmly, "Ten years or decades from now, will you still remember what you did today? Do you regret doing it or not doing it?"
Zhikari stood at a loss, and the dusk wind stirred up the frosty grass in late autumn, surging like waves. He didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know what would happen in ten or dozens of years. Zhiye had taught him how to make decisions before moving.
, how to endure humiliation and disguise, how to kill everyone, but I have never been taught these.
"What is sword cultivation?" Qingfeng shouted fiercely, "It's just a fight with one sword!"
Zhikarizhen was shocked, and the image of a fat tiger throwing stones and flying towards him appeared in his mind...
With a loud "bang" sound, the palace door symbolizing the cathode collapsed, and Lao Shaodaozi strode in with his knife behind his back.
This is the central palace of the Immortal Mansion, the core hall. The walls are decorated with pearls and gold, and a giant lantern shaped like a blazing sun hangs from the top. It is magnificent and dazzling.
Everyone in the hall turned their heads and looked at Lao Shaodaozi.
"Old, old guy, you, you came just in time! Here, there is a tricky idea. We all have to get on side by side!" A short, fat middle-aged man stammered,
While scratching his neck, he was injured on the side of his neck. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound was extremely itchy.
Du Jieba, Qinglong, Bai Laoda, the leader of the barbarians Aliba, the lone robber Jiang Geng of the Zhizhi clan, Sun Jinmao, the leader of the Mahua clan... Lao Shaodaozi glanced at him, secretly suspicious, these people were all injured and condensed
The blood clots in the wound faintly revealed an indigo color, and the smell was quite evil.
His eyes fell on Zhang Wujiu, who was confronting everyone, and he condensed slightly, tightening his fists, and filled with turbid energy without showing any signs of it.
When did the master of refining the gods and returning to the void come to Zaiyangji?
"Old Shaodaozi, kill this outsider first, otherwise no one will be able to get the immortal treasure!" Qinglong glared at Zhang Wujiu and said in a deep voice. His body was high and powerful, and his ten fingers thicker than a carrot head were densely covered with blue scales.
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"That's what our family means." Boss Bai said sullenly, with blood on the corner of his mouth. He had just fought Zhang Wujiu, and his internal organs were severely injured, and he almost lost his life.
The others all agreed, and Zhang Wujiu secretly exclaimed that something was not good. He was still injured. He used to rely on his state of refining the gods and returning to the void to overpower everyone, but now he encountered a strong hand, and he suddenly felt guilty. "This fellow Taoist has a high level, not just a poor Taoist."
Under the circumstances, you and I will both benefit from cooperation, and both will suffer from fighting. Now that the fairy treasure has not appeared, why would you and I kill each other and benefit others?" He coughed lightly and added, "Not to mention a few ants, so what?
Are you qualified to share the treasures of the Immortal Mansion equally with you and me?"
Boss Bai and others were shocked when they heard this. They stared at Lao Shaodaozi with suspicion and couldn't help but move away. Lao Shaodaozi snorted coldly. Although the other party's words were instigation, there was some truth in them. If the two of them fight,
Both sides suffer losses, how can Boss Bai and the others let him go?
He didn't say a word, just looked at the center of the hall: an octagonal wall surrounded by colored glaze crystals, with a purple and gold star altar inside. A jade statue of an immortal more than ten feet high stood behind the altar, with robes and sleeves flying in the air, as if he was about to become immortal.
After leaving, the momentum is condensed, and the Yuandi Mountains stand, as if descending to the mortal world and looking down on all living beings.
"Is this the treasure of the Immortal Mansion?" Lao Shaodaozi looked back and forth several times. The statue's crown and ribbon were decorated with runes. There was no difference, but the posture was rather strange: the Immortal's right hand was stretched out flatly, with the palm of his hand stretched out.
Looking up, holding a copper plate with his left palm, there is still a mysterious smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, you'll know what's going on if you punch him." Boss Bai glanced sideways at Lao Shaodaozi. The outsider claimed that Lao Shaodaozi was superior in strength. Although he didn't believe it, he was a little suspicious.
"A fellow Taoist will know the secret once he tries it. A poor Taoist will never dare to talk nonsense." Zhang Wujiu raised his crutches and cupped his hands with a sincere look on his face. He paid attention to everyone's expressions and saw that there was a rift between the two sides, and he felt happy in his heart. Lao Shaodaozi did not hesitate, the turbid energy in his Dantian rose, and he struck out with his fist from a distance. His punch exerted 10% of his strength, which was just a bit higher than the others.
"Boom!" The energy passed away, and the statue of the immortal suddenly exploded, and the fragments flew away. The next moment, the statue of the immortal reappeared in the line of sight like a phantom, and the fragments in the whole palace disappeared.