People's hearts are sinister and impossible to guard against. After being tricked twice, Wang Muyu has completely given up resistance.
The inner world of adults is too complicated. Can't we use less routines...
Although he was accepted as a disciple by Yi Jianchuan's "routine", in fact it was mainly because the sword master in front of him was not as bad as he thought.
They met for the first time today, and they had known each other for less than two hours. From this person, Wang Muyu could feel a trace of tranquility, a kind of tranquility without any clutter.
It was only at this time that Wang Muyu finally understood why Wang Ling arranged for him to be in a position where his master was inferior to his own in terms of realm and combat power.
What Wang Ling wanted him to cultivate was not his realm or combat power, but his state of mind.
It is equally important for cultivators to practice and hone their mental state. Having a stable and uplifting mental state is even more beneficial than going to those dangerous secret realms to continuously participate in battles.
Defeating monsters and upgrading is certainly a way, but if you don't think about it, your level will increase, but what you will train is just muscle memory. Once you encounter a bottleneck, if you are not in a good mood, you will not be able to break through smoothly.
This is one of the reasons why many cultivators stop at the Nascent Soul stage. From Nascent Soul to Soul Transformation, how to understand the true meaning of Soul Transformation is a hurdle.
And from becoming a god to a loose immortal, then from a loose immortal to a true immortal, and then from a true immortal to a higher realm... The higher the realm, the more often you will face a mental test in the end.
Thinking of this, Wang Muyu couldn't help but feel happy.
It seemed that Wang Ling still cared about him very much.
Because his situation is very special. After all, he has relied on the power of his natural bloodline genes to achieve a terrifying state and combat power that is not suitable for his age. If he does not temper his state of mind at this time, once he becomes a demon in the future, the collapse of his mind will directly make him The realm fell and became a useless person.
"What are you thinking about, little guy? You are smiling so happily." Yi Jianchuan's voice was kind. He originally thought that Wang Muyu was a very calm child and would not be happy because he accepted him as his disciple. But now Seeing this little guy suddenly laughing, I couldn't help but feel a little happy.
Sure enough, he is still a child, the most honest and innocent existence...
"No... nothing, just a little happy." Wang Muyu bowed, and then knelt down on the bamboo raft: "Meet Master."
He has a high emotional intelligence and does not reveal his inner thoughts at all, and this worship has directly confirmed their fate as master and disciple.
Yi Jianchuan was even more happy. Ever since he was named Sword Saint, he had been looking for a genius who could inherit his mantle. He didn't expect that it was only now that he got such a talented disciple with the recommendation of Lord Throwing Thunder.
Now, he really owed True Lord Throwing Thunder and Zhan Zong a huge favor!
Yi Jianchuan looked at the sky and sighed with some emotion in his heart.
Then, he bent down and helped Wang Muyu up with his own hands: "Get up quickly, good disciple!"
This sound made Wang Muyu's skin crawl all over: "Teacher, I'm still not used to it... Why don't you just do the same as Zhenjun and call me Muyu."
"Muyu?"
Yi Jianchuan muttered for a while, then quickly realized that this was the homophonic pronunciation of "Muyu", and immediately laughed: "It's a bit interesting. Compared with children of the same age, your expression is a bit old-fashioned like Muyu. However, I always feel that you are imitating someone and it is not the real you.”
I have to say that these words directly exposed Wang Muyu.
Indeed, the fact that he doesn't like to show his expression is just imitating Wang Ling, because it's cool.
But sometimes when he thinks of happy things, he still can't help but show his true colors.
"Muyu, please remember. To practice Taoism, you have to follow your own path. You don't have to imitate anyone, and you don't have to imitate me. In the end, you have to go your own way."
Yi Jianchuan's words are serious and long-winded.
This was his first lesson after officially accepting Wang Muyu as his personal disciple.
These simple words were like enlightenment, causing Wang Muyu's pupils to shrink severely.
"Come, I will teach you the swordsmanship I have learned myself."
On the bamboo raft, Yi Jianchuan stood with his hands behind his back, his sword energy waves floating on his feet.
"But teacher, didn't you say that I should follow my own path?"
"Master leads me to practice. What I said just now is the way of practice, the great road. Swordsmanship is just one branch of it. If you want to subdivide it further, Swordsmanship can be derived into countless different methods. Although the world calls me the Sword Master, this is just a false name after all."
Yi Jianchuan said: "A true master will always have the heart of an apprentice."
"I understand, teacher." Wang Muyu nodded.
He still knows some of the sword master's sword skills. Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, Wuji sword skills are indeed unique in the world.
This swordsmanship was originally passed down to him by his master, Sword Immortal Fanrui, but it was in Yi Jianchuan that the Wuji swordsmanship truly flourished.
And Wang Muyu knows very well that although the Wuji Sword Technique is also under the Heavenly Dao, it is a rare one among all the Heavenly Dao swordsmanship. The probability of being able to directly understand it by oneself is very low...
This also means that if the sword master can take the Wuji Sword Way one step closer, go to the next level, and glimpse the heavenly way of swordsmanship from the Wuji Swordsmanship, then his swordsmanship and the heavenly way will be stronger than other swordsmanship cultivators. .
Without saying much, in the next breath, Yi Yi Jianchuan directly began to show Wang Muyu his Wuji swordsmanship.
In an instant, the whole world was turbulent and began to change colors. The power of the True Fairyland could already trigger meteorological changes within the scope of a giant city. The clouds in the sky were split, like layers of earthquake clouds. , leaving thousands of trails in the sky.
At this moment, even the sky was clean. There was no trace of dust in the dark blue sky, as if it could suck people in directly and indulge in it.
Legend has it that Wuji Swordsmanship is a method constructed from all the qi in the world. Based on sword qi, it can absorb other different qi to condense and eventually transform it into its own power.
Wang Muyu also knew that the Sword Master had an anti-realm magic weapon hilt, which could be used with his Wuji Kendo to release the "Sword of Victory".
However, looking back now, he found that Yi Jianchuan seemed to have made some progress in this way. Now, the Wuji Sword Way he performed had almost no playful nature, but a real serious preaching, the kind of shocking force that caused the heavenly phenomena. Wang Muyu really felt that he was serious about teaching.
Buzz!
On the calm lake, a drop of water separated from it, floated up, and then slowly fell to Yi Jianchuan's fingertips like a petal.
Wang Muyu saw that he was injecting his gathered Qi into this small drop of water.
"Wuji swordsmanship, dripping water penetrates stone..."
A moment later, he flicked his fingertips, and a water droplet shot directly from his fingertips, heading towards the two-hundred-meter sluice ahead.
Wang Muyu originally thought that the entire sluice would be directly destroyed, but he found that from a distance, the huge sluice was still in good condition and had not moved at all.
Was it a mistake
Um? wrong…
Soon, Wang Muyu discovered something strange.
Because he saw that there was a small, bright hole in the thick sluice!
This was directly penetrated by the drop of water from the sword master's finger!
He is at the peak of the ninth level of the true immortal level. He can really destroy the city in a fight, let alone such a sluice
This finger looks ordinary, but in fact it has an extremely high grasp of the precision of the sword. It only uses a water droplet to penetrate the thick sluice gate, and only leaves a bullet hole with the same diameter as the water droplet.
This is not only something that can be accomplished with the realm and combat power.
The more precise the operation, the higher the mental requirements.
"Muyu, let's try it out next." After the demonstration, Yi Jianchuan looked at Wang Muyu with a kind face and said patiently.
"Me?" Wang Muyu couldn't believe it.
"I want to see how much you have understood."
"But teacher, you have already punched a hole. Is it really okay to destroy public property..."
"It doesn't matter, I will fix it myself later."
He laughed: "Come on, Muyu, let me see your understanding. It doesn't matter even if you break out of the hole. The teacher will be responsible."
Wang Muyu: “…”
(End of chapter)