Chapter 76: Those who do not have talent and work hard will only die stupid
During the night attack last night, Yuwen Jianxue felt that something was wrong.
For a long time, her mind could not calm down.
This kind of unrest started when rescuing the captives. When the man in black pierced his heart with a sword, Yuwen Jianxue was already ready to step into hell.
At this moment, Wu Ma pulled her away.
The moment Wu Ma grabbed her hand, Yuwen Jianxue felt that what was grabbing her was a scorching fire.
This kind of heat is very warm and life-saving.
It's like a person who has been walking barehanded and barefoot in the ice and snow for many years. His hands are colder than the ice in the north, but suddenly he touches something extremely warm. The heat is so comfortable that the drowning person can hold on to it.
I have been holding on to life-saving straws, and of course I have been reluctant to let go for a long time.
"No wonder," Yuwen Jianxue thought to himself: "He wants me to let go of my hand... but I can't let go."
After letting go of Wu Ma's hand, Yuwen Jianxue seemed to be hit by an invisible arrow in the chest. The powerful impact made his heart shake from side to side without peace.
When retreating from the Turkic camp to Jinyang City, Yuwen Jianxue followed the orders of Erlang of the Tang family and unknowingly released a sword made of snowflakes between the two armies.
The snow sword was scurrying around in the open space with no direction, and its trajectory was completely unpredictable. The Turkic army was disturbed and did not dare to pursue it. Others thought it was her intention. The master praised her for her skill, but they did not know that she had no intention at all at that time.
After breaking.
After retreating into the city gate, Yuwen Jianxue said a few words to Wu Ma as a way of thanking him for saving his life. After saying this, his mood became even more uneasy.
She said goodbye to everyone and headed back to her home. All she could think about was the scene in the Turkic camp where the hand pulled her away.
That hand is really warm.
Warmth penetrated into her bones. She needed this kind of temperature.
Yuwen Jianxue thought about it and couldn't even remember when she arrived in her courtyard, how she entered the door, or how she sat cross-legged on the bed.
Yuwen Jianxue's home is very simple, with few decent furniture, no flowers and plants, and no red and green decorations that girls love.
There is a row of various weapons in the yard, which she used for martial arts training before she became an awakened disciple - of course she has not left them behind now.
There is an archery target installed on the courtyard wall. The target has been pierced with thousands of holes and should have been replaced long ago.
And her boudoir was extremely simple - white walls and only one bed.
Every time the master came over and saw her practicing hard in the courtyard, he would always say that she didn't look like a girl at all, and she didn't know how to clean up or play around.
"Isn't this... your life as an ascetic?"
The master shook his head, looked at her face and often said:
"You just have to follow your mother's lead, otherwise you will look so sloppy."
In fact, there is no woman who doesn't like to be beautiful.
There is a mirror hidden in Yuwen Jianxue's arms, and a dressing table hidden under the bed.
She wakes up early every day to wash up and dress up, making sure to look beautiful so that she can practice kung fu.
It's just that the time she reserves for herself to dress up is very short. Applying powder and makeup is like going to war, so she can leave more time to practice.
Yuwen Jianxue has a great revenge that he has not avenged. The enemy is the current emperor Yang Guang.
Naturally, she practices hard to avenge her father and clan members.
It's just that it's too difficult to seek revenge from the emperor. You have to overcome thousands of difficulties and thousands of troops.
The master had already made it clear to her that Jue Zhidao's explorations from the first year of Daye to the present showed that there seems to be no direct relationship between practicing martial arts alone and the improvement of cultivation skills, and there is no general Taoist theory of using the vitality of heaven and earth to increase one's own magic power.
, it does not mean that if you practice hard every day, you will suddenly develop an awakening skill, or your cultivation will improve.
Repeatedly practicing a certain awakening technique can only make you more proficient in using this awakening technique, and become more comfortable in battle.
"Then what should I rely on for my cultivation?"
"Comprehension."
“What to do if you don’t have understanding.”
"Opportunity."
"There is no chance."
"Then just wait for death." Liu Wenjing said: "If you are so stupid and have bad luck, you can still be an awakened disciple and go home to sell sesame cakes and have children."
"Is there no use in trying hard?"
"Without talent, those who work hard will only die stupid."
Yuwen Jianxue does not believe in evil. She feels that as long as she works hard, God will always give her back.
If she doesn't give a single point, then she will try her best.
If she still doesn't give it, she will have to work extremely hard to see if God will change her mind.
Originally, Yuwen Jianxue had the heart to continue practicing when she returned home today, but she was too tired after the night battle, had many things on her mind, and was not in a peaceful mood, so she had to force herself to rest and rest today, or get up earlier at worst.
Lying on the bed, feeling very sleepy, Yuwen Jianxue tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Maybe the sleepiness had passed, but for some reason she suddenly remembered the scene of her father being beheaded, and remembered that she was hiding in the crowd and watching the emperor sitting in the carriage.
The scene of being surrounded by soldiers leaving, and the scene where the man in black stabbed the dancing horse with his sword and pulled him away today, made his mind become more confused, and his head felt a splitting pain.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound on the top of her head, as if a cloud fell gently, soft and soft, which immediately calmed her down...