Russell looked carefully at this flashy Human Emperor Art, and always felt that someone was like a middle school boy, pointing at the sky and the earth and chattering non-stop.
After looking at it carefully again, he finally understood why the First Emperor dared to venture into the world alone in just two hundred years.
It is because of the martial arts created by the First Emperor—the Human Emperor Secret.
The human race has an emperor and its own beliefs. As long as there are people who believe in you, your practice will be faster and you will be blessed with good fortune for the human race.
It is even more overbearing than the power of incense, luck and faith.
Russell felt more and more puzzled. He read the book over and over again, and finally he understood two words.
pass*!
"This routine is quite cruel!"
Russell's two little hands couldn't help but tremble. The more he savored the Human Emperor Art, the more horrified he felt.
He came from the future, so he naturally understood the terrifying power of faith. People with faith are unimaginable in the eyes of others, and may even be regarded as crazy.
It is undoubtedly very difficult for a person to have faith.
You have to be influenced by it from a young age, and even believe in it firmly. It will take a long time, maybe two, three, or ten years, before you become firm.
People's belief in gods and Buddhas is accumulated slowly.
But there is a model that is simple and crude, and can overturn your previous life values in just a dozen days or even a few days.
That is transmission*.
When Taoism and Buddhism preach, they will quote from scriptures, explain profound principles to you, and tell you various stories.
But the Human Emperor Art does not require that. As long as you believe in it, it will reward you and even give you a share of the money.
If you bring one person, I will give you one share. If you bring ten people, I will give you ten shares. The more you believe in it, the more benefits you will get!
The more Russell read on, the more shocked he became. How could this be the Human Emperor Secret? This was clearly the way to become a god from the world of novels. Don't think I won't recognize you just because you changed your name!
But he once asked, the gods in this world do not attach much importance to incense and the power of faith.
What they seek is the merit and virtue that they will gain after believing in them.
As long as believers do good things, they can share some merits, which is the so-called merit of persuasion.
This Human Emperor Art is not at all like the martial arts of this world!
Russell suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and looked quietly at the Great Wilderness Prisoner Sky Finger that he had deduced.
He was a little distracted and muttered to himself, "Impossible..."
"How is it possible..."
He was a little scared of his own guess, and a feeling of absurdity spread in his heart.
Russell suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.
This feeling is like a person who works hard every day and strives for half his life to finally earn enough money to buy a house.
Then he went and bought an astronomical telescope, looked up into space, and suddenly he discovered that he had the same astonishment, confusion, and fear as the entire Milky Way.
Russell's legs began to tremble. At this moment, the chair in front of him emitted golden light, and a figure slowly emerged from the chair.
The golden light was so bright that it blinded Russell's eyes, and he could not see the man's appearance at all.
The man put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky and sighed, "Alas, young man, when you saw me, I was probably dead..."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Let's be low-key. I am the founding emperor of the Qin Empire. I once punched the heavens, stepped on the underworld, and chopped down the Buddhist sect with my sword..."
"Of course, this is the most insignificant part of my life achievements. As for the more amazing ones, I won't talk about them, lest you think I'm bragging..."
"This is the divine thought I left behind. It is for my successor. What exactly does it say? Let me think about it!"
"Well, now that you have inherited my legacy, don't pretend to be so out there. You may get struck by lightning, hehe."
The man stroked his chin and smiled, "Back then, I plucked the feathers from the Thunder God's bird, and the Lightning Goddess..."
He licked his lips, "So white, so smooth..."
"In short, my inheritance is amazing. If you study hard and practice hard, even if you can't catch up to one ten-thousandth of my genius, you can still become a god."
"Don't have any other thoughts. Even someone as awesome as me didn't succeed, and it's definitely not going to happen in the future..."
"There is great terror in this world, and people like me will no longer be allowed to exist..."
"That's all. If you see Chang'e, say hello to her for me, and tell her that the hair on the mole on her left chest should be cut. It's too ugly!"
Dian Mu, Chang'e...
Russell: ?_
Boss, you really think highly of me!
If I dare to say it, unless she pulls the moon down to smash me to death, and unless Thunder God chases me with a hammer to hit me every day, I will fucking take your last name!
Watching the light and shadow gradually dissipate, Russell rolled his eyes helplessly. He suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with just eating and waiting to die.
If you can't beat them, just join them.
Anyway, the fierce man in front of me is dead, so I, a small scum, should not struggle anymore and just be as insignificant as that dragon.
As the saying goes, like pet, like owner. It's really true, these two are exactly the same.
Just as he was silently complaining, a small hand touched his waist at some point and poked it hard.
Damn it!
Don’t you know that you can’t poke a man’s kidneys
Russell turned around and glared at him, and the white-haired man immediately shrank his head in fear, "What are you doing?"
Baimao tilted his head timidly, pointed at the bone sword behind Russell, then pointed at his own mouth, and blinked his eyes.
Russell: …
Where did you come from? You actually want to eat my magic weapon. This is a top-quality magic weapon, extremely precious, and you still want to eat it.
You think you are a sword man, eat swords...
Um
Russell suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up. He stared at the white hair carefully, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
He immediately put on his most amiable smile and flipped the bone sword behind him into his hand, "You want to eat it?"
The white-haired creature nodded suddenly, blinking his eyes.
"If you want to eat it, you have to be strong, like this!"
Russell swung his sword violently, and a sharp sword light flew out, leaving a deep gully on the ground.
The white-haired man seemed to understand, and with a slight slide of his fingers, the space in front of him was cut open like paper, revealing the other side.
And there, a big salted fish was still sleeping soundly. Suddenly, there was a jingle sound, and the scales on its body suddenly split in two, which woke it up directly.
Its fat body trembled, and its two confused little eyes looked around, but it didn't find anything unusual.
What is that sound
There's nothing!
I heard it wrong.
sleep.
The dragon's four claws softened instantly, and it fell asleep on the ground again. Out of the corner of its eye it caught a glimpse of the scales on the ground, and it suddenly shuddered, and stood up with a flutter.
My scales fell off.
It must have been someone else who hit him.
Where is it
There's no one around.
I lost my teeth due to grinding.
Well, I must have worn it off.
sleep.
The dragon immediately lay down again, its heavy body pressing on the ground. With a creaking sound, the earth made its habitual protest.
Perhaps in order to sleep more comfortably, the dragon curled up into a ball, protecting its head with its two claws and burying its head in its arms, feeling extremely comfortable.
And on the ninth floor.
Russell looked at the crack and swallowed, then his eyes turned different when he looked at the white-haired man.
Eyes full of passion.
I don’t like women anymore, I just like you!
Russell simply put his hand on the white-haired man's shoulder with a kind look on his face.
"You like eating swords?"
The white-haired man nodded vigorously.
"That's great. I have many, many swords. Either you recognize me as your big brother, or I recognize you as my little brother. If you follow me, I will take you to eat many, many, many, many swords!"
"Not only will I eat swords, I will also find you seven or eight mother swords and give birth to many small swords. How about that? Isn't that loyal enough?"
The white-haired man's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, as if he was afraid that Russell would go back on his word.
Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
Lots of swords, and they’re edible.
This brother is such a good person!
ps: 6,500 words today, Happy New Year!