Mr. Hua doesn't know much about poetic talent, but he also knows some basic common sense. If you want to master poetic talent, you need to go through three realms step by step.
The first is the first level of "asking the heart". Those who are destined to meet the poetic talent need to express their feelings without reservation in order to obtain the recognition of the poetic talent. If successful, the poetry will be in harmony with the body, unless the body dies.
, otherwise it will be difficult for others to appreciate this poetic talent.
The second level is "to imbue the heart with the heart", which is a hard work of practice and practice. After reaching this level, you can initially exert the power of your poetic talent, and as the degree of mutual compatibility deepens, the power will become more and more powerful.
Coming stronger and stronger.
The third level is "following the heart's desires". At this point, when one enters the palace, one no longer sticks to the poetry itself, but truly uses this power according to one's heart's desires. Only when one reaches this level can one speak of "controlling" one's poetic talent.
Of course, this is a step-by-step kingly method, and there is another overbearing method that uses one's own powerful thoughts to forcibly subdue poetic talent and directly seek the state of one's heart.
This method is simple and crude. If successful, it will save a lot of hard work. However, the hidden dangers are also obvious. Once the poetic talent cannot be subdued, it will immediately suffer its backlash and become a dilemma of life and death. Even if it succeeds for a while, you will always have to bear the responsibility when using it in the future.
Risk of backlash.
Mr. Hua made up his mind, and what he wanted to do was to use the method of domination. His plan was to confront the idea of "Xia Ke Xing" in an instant, forcibly subdue it, and then use this power to temporarily push back the eager old man, and finally take the opportunity to bring him with him.
Bao escapes.
Although every step of this plan is like stepping into an abyss and walking on thin ice, for the sake of this unparalleled sword that is the best in the world, this risk is definitely worth taking.
In fact, this is also his only choice. If he hesitates and lets the old man seize Qinglian first, then he will not know if he can bear it with a casual sword. And there is another advantage of doing this, which is not a benefit.
That is, you don’t have to combine your body with the poem. You can give it to Mr. Jian in the future and let him slowly conquer it.
The green lotus was close before his eyes. Mr. Painter reached for the stars and the moon and held it in his hand.
"Since paper can't hold you, I can use my heart to hold you!"
The old man turned into thunder and pushed his speed to the limit, but it was still a step too late. She never expected that Mr. Hua's real body would be bold enough to hide nearby.
But, so what? It’s not too late to kill someone and seize the sword.
The old man made a sharp turn and came to the side of Mr. Hua. There was no flash of lightning or thunder, just a simple palm flying out, like a bright wrist in the Marsh of God, like picking mysterious mushrooms in the turbulent sea.
Her graceful and refined beauty seemed completely powerless, but in fact her power was restrained to the extreme. Her murderous intent was boiling over, and she wanted to kill Mr. Hua in one move.
From the moment Mr. Hua held the green lotus in his hand, he seemed to have lost consciousness. He actually fell freely from the air. Even if the old man's killing palm came, he still did not dodge, as if he was completely unaware of it.
Not aware yet.
However, at the moment when the old man slapped his chest with a palm, countless Qinglian Sword Qi Zihua suddenly burst into anger. The old man could not stop his hand in time, nor did he want to stop it. She used palm to sword, attack to attack, hard
Eat sword energy.
The bright red blood dyed the old man's Taoist robe deep black, but she stood proudly in the void, while Mr. Hua's body slumped down, and a green lotus slowly emerged from his body.
After all, Mr. Hua still failed to convince "Xia Ke Xing". He once thought he had succeeded, but at the moment when he fought with the old man, in the blink of an eye, a few wisps of seemingly docile sword energy suddenly took action, turning the spear point upside down and hitting his
His internal organs and thoughts were chopped to pieces.
The old man sneered, "It's so stupid to support Tai'a."
She stretched out her bleeding hands, removed all defenses, and looked towards Qinglian, trembling slightly.
"You have been in the dust for too long." The moment the old man touched Qinglian, he unreservedly let go of his heart to it, "Look, this is what I want, just follow me."
Qinglian trembled, as if hesitating, but this wavering quickly disappeared. It converged its brilliance, turned from reality to emptiness, and slowly integrated into the old man's hands.
At this moment, an unrelenting murderous intention approached the old man. Alice's eyes were red, soaring to the sky, and two lines of blood and tears streaked down her cheeks as white as gelatin. Although she tried her best, she was still unable to turn back.
God, Sun Suhe's
Her body and mind had completely lost all reactions just now. In the past life and the present, old and new hatreds, Alice almost lost her mind, kill. She didn't care about anything at this moment. There was only one thought left in her heart, the only, pure, strong, kill!
"Do you also want to settle it?" The old man said to himself and smiled slightly: "It is really the best to use it to test the sword."
The old man used his parallel fingers to form a sword, and slashed at Alice from afar, his fingers lightly gliding through the air.
Alice's staff swung rapidly, and the three complex defensive magic arrays of gold, green, and white were instantly formed in front of them. However, before the sword energy arrived, the sword intention had already arrived. The frenzied sword intention broke through the limitations of time and space, and with an impossible
At a speed, before the magic circle appeared, it passed through Alice's body. A scarlet shadow was swept away by the sword, and was chopped out of Alice's body, and then disappeared into ashes.
The sword's intention turned and it slashed towards the altar irresistibly. Tan Xuan, who had turned into a pool of flesh and blood monster, was annihilated into ashes by this unparalleled power without any resistance.
"Is this style of sword-controlling sword-cutting still to your liking?" the old man asked quite proudly to Qinglian, who had already integrated into his body.
Alice's mind was shaken and she was taken advantage of by a ray of resentment. All kinds of negative emotions went to extremes unconsciously, and she almost lost her completely. The old man's sword-controlling intention cut off this ray of resentment, and at the same time, it also hit Alice hard. She instantly
He lost consciousness and fell into the rough lake.
The old man looked at Alice, who had completely lost the ability to resist, and withdrew his sword skills, "That's all, I'll spare your life as a favor."
The collapse of the ruins has reached the final stage. The mysterious gel-like substance turned red like blood, setting off a huge bloody whirlpool, constantly swallowing everything. The entire bell-shaped underground space completely collapsed, and most of the lake water had been swallowed up.
The altar is also in danger.
Sun Suhe's consciousness fell into a dark and dead silence. There seemed to be no concept of time and space. A moment was eternity, here was also that, and everything lost its meaning.
Sun Suhe's consciousness has almost disappeared, and his last bit of persistence is constantly wavering. Just blend into this darkness, it is quiet, peaceful, happy, and the most beautiful destination.
Just when he almost gave up, suddenly, a voice broke the eternal silence, "Hey, how long do you plan to sleep? Grandpa, I don't want to die in this place with you."