In Youzhou City, in the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion, Qingming practiced swordsmanship, every move and every style, every step of the way.
Ning Chen watched from the side, his eyes were complicated, and when he saw the young man in front of him, he remembered himself back then.
When he first entered the summer palace, perhaps he was equally impulsive and reckless.
Back then, if the eldest grandson and Qing Ning hadn't picked him up into the Weiyang Palace, I'm afraid he would have already died in the entangled undercurrent of the Summer Palace, and he wouldn't even have a chance to turn a wave.
The luckiest thing in my life is that I bumped into my eldest grandson when I entered the palace. The warmth, fear, and worry at that time were unforgettable in my life.
"Mr. Bai, I'm done." The young man put away his sword and stepped forward, his eyes flashing.
After the gentleman came to Fuzhong, he made his first shot and beat all the swordsmen to the ground without even moving their swords.
"Qingming, why did you learn the sword?" Ning Chen looked at the young man in front of him and asked calmly.
"Hoe the strong and help the weak," Qing Ming said in a dignified manner.
"Ah"
Ning Chen heard the words, smiled lightly, and said, "Don't forget what you said today. In the future, you will go far. When you look back, this is the only light you can see."
Qing Ming listened with a confused expression and did not understand at all.
Ning Chen didn't explain much, he had to walk through the road to understand, no matter how much he explained to him now, it was useless.
Keeping the original intention is the key to the journey of martial arts. No matter what the purpose of raising the sword was, only by implementing your own way can you achieve the sword on the sword.
Qingming's journey has only just begun. As long as he doesn't go wrong, he will encounter these problems sooner or later. He can't stay here for too long. He can only tell him these words first. Even if he can't understand it now, he can write it down. enough.
In front of the backyard, a man in splendid clothes embroidered with blue and white stood quietly, looking at the martial arts scene in front of him, he couldn't help sighing softly and said, "Mr. Bai still refuses to accept Qingming as his apprentice?"
The woman nodded and said, "Mr. Bai said that these days, he will try his best to teach Qingming how to practice swordsmanship, but there is no need to talk about accepting disciples."
"It's a pity." The man's expression flashed with regret. Among the swordsmen who entered the manor and fought against Mr. Bai that day, there was a real innate fourth robbery powerhouse. Still easily defeated by Mr. Bai who did not use his sword
.
After the martial arts, the enshrined told him that he should keep this person at all costs, because the role of Mr. Bai is very important to how far Qingming's martial arts can go.
As a teacher, preaching, teaching, and dispelling doubts, it can be seen that this Mr. Bai is indeed an ordinary person. The way of swordsmanship has reached a level that they can't imagine. Pass it down.
It is indeed a blessing for Qingming's Taoist to be such a strong person.
It's a pity that Youzhou City is too small to hold such a peerless genius for a long time.
"Mr. Bai, do you think I'm suitable for learning swords?"
In the courtyard, Qing Ming looked up at Shang Xian's immature face and asked. Ning Chen smiled, his tone was a little more serious, and said, "Your aptitude is not bad, besides, since you really want to learn swordsmanship, don't doubt yourself, your swords will be affected by your lack of firmness of mind. Somewhat shaken, the essence of the sword,
Nothing more than fast, accurate, focused, when your sword starts to falter, and when the sword is drawn, it will deviate from the essence"
"Sir, what you're talking about is too profound, I don't understand it," Qing Ming said in frustration.
Ning Chen raised his hand, the wind and clouds rolled, and a sword light burst out of the sky, and a huge boulder pierced in response.
"What I said, if you don't understand it, write it down first. Also, from tomorrow onwards, when practicing swordsmanship, stab at the hole in the stone. Other new things," Ning Chen said softly.
"Oh"
Qing Ming nodded, thought about it, and said, "Sir, when will I be able to practice as good as you?"
"Twenty years," Ning Chen said sternly, "Learning the sword does not happen overnight. When I was practicing martial arts, I was sixteen years old like you, and I learned sword for twenty years before I first realized my sword. Your aptitude is better than mine. It's better, but it's a lot worse than some peerless geniuses.
, aptitude, although important, is not something that can be changed the day after tomorrow, so there is no need to feel sorry for yourself, grasp what you have now, as long as you use it well, you will not be weaker than anyone.”
There are indeed geniuses who learn swordsmanship, this is undeniable, such as Ah Man, Mu Bai, and seniors.
The sword breath that he never noticed, Aman could easily feel that talent is such a thing, he can't reason with anyone.
Perhaps, Aman will one day become the only one on another sword, but in order to reach this level, talent alone is not enough.
"City Lord, Lord Tianxiang is here"
At this moment, in front of the backyard, a guard walked over quickly, bowed respectfully to the man outside the courtyard, and said.
With a condensed expression, the man glanced at the two people in the courtyard, and then walked quickly towards the front hall.
Unexpectedly, the celestial aspect will arrive so soon. It seems that the royal family is very concerned about the whereabouts of Suzaku Shenzang.
However, the situation was too chaotic at the time, and after Suzaku Shenzang was rescued from Tiandu Mountain and the descendants of Taixuan Palace, he completely disappeared, and there is still no news.
In the courtyard, Ning Chen heard the news from the guards in the distance, a strange look flashed in his eyes, this celestial aspect is not a person to be provoked, he hates trouble, and even more troublesome people. At the same time, in the homeland of West Buddha, among the crisscrossed valleys, demonic mantras were sung, and the sound of the Buddha was overwhelming. On the mountain, in the huge demon temple, a white-haired boy with a Zen staff and a golden cassock walked out. , in an instant, the heavens and the earth swayed,
Vientiane collapsed.
The demon Buddha, the demon Buddha, the master of the demon temple, the evil Buddha among the demons first appeared in the world, and at the moment of birth, within a hundred miles, the evil energy surged and gathered continuously.
At the same time, in the distance, in a palace towering into the clouds, the purple light was majestic, and a man dressed in purple walked out, with a young face, proud and indifferent.
The Lord of the Divine Palace, Zitian Palace, is present at the same time.
The two strongest in the four regions have reached an unimaginable level after capturing most of the origins of the Eastern Divine State.
The Dragon Gate manifested, rumbling down, and the two of them walked into it, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
At the same time, in the ancient land of Changling, the lady opened her eyes, waved her hand to call out the Dragon Gate, and entered it together.
"Boom"
In the southwest of Zhongzhou, the nine-day wind is shaking, thunderclouds are rolling, and the depressing breath is driving people crazy.
Under the thunder cloud, the magic butterfly moved forward, looking at the magic wheel sea that was already in front of you hundreds of miles away, with blood-colored eyes, a strange blood light gradually rose.
His breath disappeared, was she late
"boom"
There was a thunder and lightning that cut through the nine days. Above the void, the wind and clouds rolled, and two dragon gates appeared. The next moment, two powerful figures that made the world tremble came out. .
In front of the two dragon gates, one is a golden robe, looks like a teenager, with dazzling white hair, and the other is dressed in purple, handsome and indifferent, with black hair fluttering, the master of the demon temple and the shrine, both appear in Zhongzhou, and join hands to capture the extreme essence of martial arts.
Looking at the two people who appeared in the air, the Demon Butterfly's expression did not change, she waved her hand, her sleeves detached, and a black knife appeared.
"In order to prevent changes, make a quick decision," Zitiangong said solemnly.
"Can"
The demon Buddha twisted his finger and responded.
The two people who fell from the sky, the pressure around their bodies is obviously stronger than anyone they have encountered before, the magic butterfly gathers strength, the blood-red long hair swayes in the wind, the extreme swordsmanship is soaring, and all the combat power is released. .
The first move, the Zitian Palace came in an instant, the palms condensed the situation in all directions, the nine heavens descended the mysterious thunder, the shocking power, the world trembled.
The magic butterfly was concentrating, the funeral flower slashed, and the black ice flower descended from the sky, blessing the power of extreme martial arts.
With a bang, the palms of the knives met, and the land of a hundred miles fell instantly, and the aftermath of the rumbling spread endlessly.
The second move, the demon Buddha moves, the old power of the magic butterfly is exhausted, and the new power is not yet born, the Zen staff gathers the majestic evil energy and kills it.
When the ultimate move was approaching, the magic butterfly grabbed Zhenyuan, grabbed the knife and drew the knife, and the knife appeared in the knife, blocking the demon Buddha's wand.
With a muffled hum, the corners of her mouth were dyed red, and the evil spirit entered her body. The magic butterfly only felt the blood and energy all over her body surging, and her cohesion was immediately restrained.
With one enemy and two, the magic butterfly is in danger.
At this moment, above the nine heavens, another dragon gate appeared, and in the glow of the glow, the female venerable appeared, the lotus stepped on it, and a palm fell from the sky.
"Women Chang"
Seeing the person coming, the demon Buddha's expression sank, and the evil essence converged, turning his palms to raise the sky.
There was a slamming shock, the palms of the two statues merged with power, and there was a loud noise at the foot of the demon Buddha, the ground sank several feet, and the dust and sand were billowing like waves.
"puff"
The situation eased a little, and the magic butterfly vomited out a mouthful of vermilion, and new injuries and old wounds erupted at the same time.
"Nv Chang, it's stupid to meddle in this battle."
The corners of Yao Buddha's mouth curved slightly, drawing a strange arc, and sneered.
The female esteemed no one to pay attention to it, the real essence in the palm of the hand urged three more points, and the vast palm slammed the former back.
After a few steps, the demon Buddha settled down, his staff was in the air, and the ultimate move was about to appear.
Seeing this, the female honored her body flashed, came to Butterfly, took the latter, and retreated a hundred feet away.
Zitiangong stepped on the footsteps and stopped the two of them from retreating again. A pair of strange eyes narrowed quietly. It is really a strange thing that the always mysterious and unpredictable Empress of Changling would intervene in this matter.
However, no matter how strong the female Chang is, there is only one person who wants to save people, but it is a fool's dream.
Just as the battle situation resumed, suddenly, sword lights descended from the sky one after another, and the battle situation broke apart.
"Take her away, they can pay me." Prince Yan walked into the battle, waved the sword stand down, and said.
"May you have a good time this time." The lady nodded and said a word, and without further delay, took the seriously injured butterfly and left quickly.