Han Shaer didn't even raise his eyelids. He sat upright and asked, "If you have any questions, just tell me."
The owner of the brewery raised his hands and said, "Please tell me, master, the way is right but not the right way. What's the explanation?"
Han Shaer frowned slightly, thinking about Lao Tzu! He explained: "This is the opening sentence of the Taoist Scriptures. Common people find it easy, Taoists find it difficult - Lao Tzu means that everything in the world changes day and night, and all conforms to some invisible
, the intangible laws are called Tao. Although Tao is all-encompassing and profound, I can describe it. It is not an ordinary law, so simple and easy to understand - I have been thinking hard to understand the secrets of heaven. You can understand Laozi.
That’s all.”
The questioner praised and worshiped. The owner of the metallurgical workshop also asked for an explanation: "I am good to those who are good, and I am good to those who are not good, and I am virtuous." - If you are friendly to both good and bad people, will you be noble?
Of course, Han Shaer did not agree. With the help of "Repaying evil with kindness, how to repay kindness" in "The Analects of Confucius", he used his own experience to talk about the grievances between the Emei Sword Sect, its leader, and the Black Shirt Society, and advocated "repaying evil with straightness, and repaying kindness with kindness."
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No one asked anymore. Han Shaer slowly stood up, looked around, and smiled slightly: "Whose weapons are you willing to borrow?"
The sword forest stood up, shouting: "Use mine!" Han Shaer turned his face: "Where is yours?" Ling'er replied: "In Qunfang Pavilion, who carries that thing with him? Mr., if you want to play, Ling'er can go
Take it." Han Shaer waved his hand and took Sheng Xuzi's Tianyin heavy sword.
With a sword in hand, he is as powerful as a tiger. First, he demonstrates the intermediate swordsmanship clumsily and slowly to warm up, and also to commemorate Yu Yanzi and not to lose sight of her teaching skills.
The people in the front row watched carefully, looking at each move, strength, angle, accuracy, succession, and change. They were all just right, and they were all secretly amazed. Swordsmanship is like running script, paying attention to the flowing flow, and Han Shaer is like holding a sword.
Writing in block letters with a brush as big as a mop, it does the job: horizontally like a cloud formation thousands of miles away, but faintly tangible; dotted like a falling stone from a peak, and bumpy like a collapse; broken like a rhinoceros elephant breaking off the land; broken like a hundred jun crossbow hairs;
Standing upright like a long-lived withered vine; suppressing it like a crashing wave with thunder... It's easier than it is, and it's harder than it is.
Amidst the light laughter coming from an unknown place, Han Shaer roared, the wind was blowing on his feet, and he performed advanced sword skills in the air. He seemed to pick but not pick, seemed to stab but not to stab, seemed to chop but not to chop...
The White Eyebrow Sword is used to its extreme, hearty and wonderful, just like the wildness of Zhang Xu's drunken book: strange and dangerous, unraveling the remains of wisdom, continuous, sometimes light and sometimes heavy... and as if E
The child dances gracefully on the top of the mountain in Yuenan.
From the top of the ceremony platform, to the entrance of Lingxu Cave, to the top of the tree... there were stones falling, leaves flying, and whirlwinds...
Everyone stared at him stupidly. As soon as Han Shaer sheathed his sword and before he could sit down, there was a roar and everyone fell to their knees, shouting: "Join the leader", "Join the Taoist priest", "Join the master".
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Han Shaer held back his laughter and accepted the congratulations graciously. He had observed this set of sword skills several times during the fierce battle yesterday, and he had reached the state of wanton play that Tong Ren Tang said. Coupled with his natural instinct, he played it like this.
, when it comes to fighting, it will still be the simple and lively style of the big leader of the black-shirted society.
Let everyone avoid the ceremony and stand up lazily. He asked Sheng Xuzi to come on stage and act as the master of ceremonies. He gave up the position of the leader. Then, he took Ling'er, each holding his token, and went down the mountain leisurely.
By the way, that boy Yun Jian and the fat old man Shui Jingui remained neutral and picked up bargains at the foot of the mountain. I don't know if they just talked about it or stayed at the foot of the mountain until they didn't go far. If they lie, their flaws will be exposed.