The old monk Donghu could only admire.
He knew that Ding Ning would definitely become the greatest existence in the world of practitioners, but the premise was that he must survive the siege of thousands of mountains.
"Actually, it's better to make a break."
Tantai Guanjian, who had been silent for a long time, listened to the conversation between the old monk Donghu and Ding Ning, did not dare to interrupt, until now, he no longer asked Ding Ning any questions, but sat under Ding Ning like a junior, and said: "At least you can Know who is the enemy and who is the true friend."
"Don't pay too much attention to the life and death of others."
Looking at Ding Ning who had started to fall silent, Tantai Guanjian said seriously: "Regardless of life and death, they all come about because of fate, but in the end, it all comes from one's own choice. Sometimes the most fearful thing is that there is no room for choice."
After a pause, Tantai Guanjian looked at Ding Ning again and added: "Living reluctantly may not be happier than dying."
Ding Ning forced a smile.
He understood the meaning of Tantai Guanjian, but his mood could not be relaxed.
When he stepped into Changling many years ago, what he wanted to be was the center of the world. The world rose because of him, and any major event happened around him, which might make him feel inexplicable excitement and vanity.
However, when you have experienced so many lives and deaths and carried such a heavy weight, your thoughts will naturally change.
Ding Ning didn't have any hatred for the night owl who caused the siege of Qianshan at this time. Even though some things were accidental and had good intentions, war and change had indeed caused many people's misfortune.
"You have taught many people how to use a sword. Back then, Changling used the word 'perfect' to evaluate you when using a sword."
Tantai Guanjian looked at Ding Ning whose smile quickly faded, hesitated for a moment, and then seriously said: "Maybe you can make me stronger."
Everyone in the room knew what he meant.
In such a predicament, if there is a way to increase his strength in a short time, the chances of everyone surviving will be greater.
A person's cultivation of true energy and perception of the vitality of heaven and earth cannot be strengthened in a short period of time, unless he is at a critical moment like the old monk Donghu.
The only aspect that can quickly increase a person's combat power is the comprehension of sword scriptures and sword intent.
If he can maximize the power of his sword moves, then this person's combat power is likely to be greatly improved in a short period of time.
This is also impossible for others, but this happens to be possible for Ding Ning.
What Tantai Guanjian said was the generally accepted facts in the world of practitioners. That person back then had never publicly accepted apprentices, but in many stages of his practice, he taught several people how to use swordsmanship. In the future, they all became well-known masters in the world, and the most well-known one among them is the head of Ye Ce Leng Ye.
However, Ding Ning shook his head when he heard Tantai Guanjian's words, "Actually, there is no truly perfect sword intent, because no one or anything can be truly and absolutely perfect. Flaws always exist, but some If you do it to the extreme, it will naturally cover up this flaw."
Tantai Guanjian could hear that Ding Ning was expressing his feelings, but he couldn't understand it, so he couldn't help frowning.
"Sword Intent and Sword Intent, the most important thing is to care about it. The intention comes from your own heart, so the key is to believe in yourself."
Ding Ning looked at his somewhat confused eyes, and said softly: "Most of the classics of practitioners have a story recorded. A famous old woman has been reciting a qigong method as a scripture. She is not very literate, and even read it wrongly. She wrote a lot of words, but she didn't understand many of them at all. However, she recited them like that for decades, but she naturally refined her true essence. But one day a practitioner passed by and saw her mispronounced, and felt unbearable. After explaining it patiently, I corrected many of her mistakes, thinking that the old lady would be more skillful, but in the end, the old woman's skill regressed instead."
After a pause for a few breaths, Ding Ning looked at Tantai Guanjian with some light in his eyes, and then said: "There are many versions of this story, but the meaning is the same. The extreme speed is actually perfect. If it is lacking, I am afraid it is the last bit of confidence. You don't need my advice, you just need someone like me to give you affirmation, so that you can believe in yourself more, even in your heart. The last trace of doubt is gone."
"It's the ultimate, as long as you firmly believe in the deepest part of your heart that this is the ultimate, your sword will be faster."
Ding Ning smiled faintly, looked at Tantai Guanjian whose eyes had changed again, and said, "If you say this is an instruction, does it count as an instruction?"
Tantai Guanjian's state of mind fluctuated violently, and the air around him produced waves of ripples, but only in the next moment, his face became absolutely calm.
Then he stood up, bowed deeply to Ding Ning who was still sitting, and said softly, "This is the most useful advice."
The old monk of Donghu clasped his hands together and sighed.
At this time the sky was pale.
The whitishness was not because it was approaching dawn, but the glow produced by some kind of powerful vitality disturbance.
Except for the unconscious Fusu, Ding Ning and the others all raised their heads.
It means someone has arrived.
Those who can bring such a weather and come at this time are naturally the masters of the seven realms.
Is it reinforcements, or the beginning of a new war
Ding Ning took a deep breath and waited calmly.
Tantai Guanjian's eyes gradually became calm, and he was still as humble as usual, but in the eyes of the old monk Donghu, he already had a completely different aura from before.
The white glow grew brighter.
When a white cloud that became crystal clear and shiny as if absorbing a lot of night light was formed, a figure appeared in the gap between the thousand mountains above their heads.
This is a middle-aged man in a blue robe.
There is no saber on his body, but the skin on his body is also like the moon, exuding a bright and lustrous light.
The facial features of this middle-aged man are soft, and the most striking thing is that there is a silver strip of light between his brows, like a silver vertical eye opened.
The middle-aged man floated down. He looked at Ding Ning and his eldest grandson Qianxue, the expression in his eyes became more and more respectful, his emotions seemed to be getting more and more excited, and he seemed to be saluting before he actually landed.
However, at this moment, Ding Ning frowned slightly, and there was a muffled sound from the depths in front of him, followed by a series of sounds like dead branches snapping, as if something was involved and snapped into pieces.
The ground suddenly kept rising, as if something huge was trying to get out of the ground.
The old monk Donghu was a little surprised, Tantai Guanjian frowned slightly, until now, there was a trace of coldness in his perception that made him feel extremely unpleasant.
The middle-aged man who had not yet landed did not expect such a change at all, and his face suddenly became slightly stiff.