Linguang Sword is a set of swordsmanship and also a sword. It is the Dao sword of Tiandaoyuan. More precisely, it has always been the sword of Vice President Zhuang. This sword is not ranked in the list of hundred weapons, but its power is not far from those weapons in the lower part of the list. If an ordinary person is cut three times in a row by the Linguang sword, no matter how perfect the marrow washing is, the body and head will be separated, at least He was seriously injured and couldn't get up, but Chen Changsheng stood up with his hands on the stone wall.
It's just that he was still seriously injured after all, and blood overflowed from the three sword marks on his chest, which looked a little scary.
"Is this the extent?"
Zhuang Huanyu looked at him expressionlessly, paused for a moment and then said with emphasis: "How can you be qualified to be His Highness's teacher at this level?"
The Highness in his sentence is naturally not Princess Pingguo, nor King Chen Liu, but His Highness Luoluo.
"If you really have fully mastered the Yezhi step, or you can make me afraid, but your Yezhi step is a fake after all, or it is just an imitation. How can it be used for fighting? It is just an illusion. , as long as you close your eyes, your agility will not be able to deceive the world."
Zhuang Huanyu looked at him and continued: "It's just like the methods you taught Your Highness to operate the true energy. They seem to be exquisite, but they are actually taking an evil path that cannot be entered into the room. They are playing tricks. If you really want Your Highness to be able to If you have a better future, you should let her stay in Tiandaoyuan, and solve that problem by studying the authentic exercises of the Xuan School."
Yes, this is the source of his resentment towards Chen Changsheng, this is why he is dissatisfied with Chen Changsheng, he hopes that Chen Changsheng can be stronger, and prove to himself and the world that he is qualified to be the teacher of His Highness, not like the current situation In this way, being easily defeated by him turned out to be just a deceitful person.
"That's a matter for our Orthodox Academy. Thank you for your suggestion, but I may not accept it."
Chen Changsheng raised his right arm, wiped off the blood on his jaw with his sleeve, looked at Zhuang Huanyu and said.
Zhuang Huanyu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him displeased and shouted: "Don't you still want to be obsessed with no regrets? Facts have proved that no matter how perfect your marrow washing is, no matter how strong your defensive ability is, you cannot be the opponent of the real strong after all. Because your true essence is too thin, and your realm is too bad."
Chen Changsheng remained silent, looking down at the hilt of the sword he was holding tightly.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhuang Huanyu became even more angry for some reason, and said in a cold voice: "Cultivation is a big question, and in the end you have to rely on your true energy to beat people. Since ancient times, the practice has been to wash the marrow first, followed by sitting, passing through You, every pass has its own reason, marrow washing is the premise of sitting, but it is not a means of fighting, your true energy is so thin, sitting still can't reach the initial stage, but you want to rely on the ability of washing marrow to defeat your opponent, how arrogant and ignorant , I said that it is wrong for you to take the wrong path? You can go on your own, do you still want to take His Highness to this road of no return?"
There was silence in Xichenlou, only the voice of the young and strong man from Tiandaoyuan reverberated coldly and forcefully, falling on the yellow sandy ground.
"The realm is too low. It's useless. Sure enough, Chen Changsheng can only go so far."
In the dark room on the second floor, the voice of the head of the Star Reaching Academy sounded, with some emotion, some regret, and some relief.
This room is very large, and people sat in their seats, silent, listening to Zhuang Huanyu's voice outside the window, and made the same judgment on this battle.
In the previous round of duels, Chen Changsheng was able to beat the young strongman in Shuangcheng who was ranked in the top 20 on the Qingyun Ranking, because he brought out his movement speed to the extreme, and he suddenly displayed the Ye Consciousness Step, which made him The Frost City master was a little caught off guard, and was finally defeated by the level of strength he could fully display in close combat.
But this round his opponent was Zhuang Huanyu.
Zhuang Huanyu is the most outstanding student of Tiandao Academy. He practices the orthodox method of the Xuan School. Every step of his practice is extremely solid and stable. Relying on the absolute advantages in terms of genital energy and moves, he directly crushed Chen Changsheng without giving his opponent any chance to get close, and naturally prevented any accidents from happening.
"Dean Mao Qiuyu is so tall, he is really extraordinary." The Bishop of the Zongsi Institute sighed.
The dignitaries in the room had been watching the battle for a long time, had seen Zhe Xiu and Gou Hanshi fight, and knew that Zhuang Huanyu was not the one with the strongest realm, but he was the most stable one. It is difficult to cross the border and defeat a strong person like Gou Hanshi, but as long as the opponent is weaker than him, there is absolutely no way to defeat him.
Especially after watching this battle, people even vaguely felt that Zhuang Huanyu's level was higher than the rumors. It was difficult to determine in advance how his opponent Chen Changsheng could be his opponent.
Yes, the important figures watching the battle, including the priests from the Li Palace in the other rooms, had already pronounced Chen Changsheng's defeat.
After several battles, people have confirmed that this student of the Orthodox Academy, who was unable to cultivate a few months ago, has indeed successfully washed his marrow, but it is only at the initial stage, regardless of the amount of true energy, the degree of purity, or other factors. On the one hand, there is still a big gap with the real strong who participated in the Great Court Examination.
Chen Changsheng was able to make it this far, entering the quarterfinals of the Great Court Examination due to his unimaginable speed and strength, apart from luck. But now, his luck has lost its meaning, because all opponents are real strong men, no matter how inconceivable their speed and strength are, it is meaningless, because those strong men can directly crush him in terms of realm and number of true essence, as long as they don't Like the young expert in Frost City in the last round, if he made a big mistake in tactics, he would have no chance of victory—the gap in realm cannot be made up by hard work or courage.
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"Sure enough, the amount of true energy is the most important thing?" Chen Changsheng looked at the dagger he was holding tightly in his hand and said to himself.
Zhuang Huanyu looked at him and frowned slightly, not knowing what he meant by saying such words at this moment.
There was no expression on Chen Changsheng's face, and he looked a little dull. No one could tell that he was struggling in his heart at this moment, hesitating whether to take the risk or not.
A practitioner's true energy comes from the stars in the night sky. While the starlight is being used to cleanse the marrow, those starlights that contain strange energy will also enter the practitioner's body, waiting to be triggered by the practitioner's spiritual consciousness or Speaking of igniting, it becomes a true essence that practitioners can control freely.
Chen Changsheng's true energy is indeed very small, and it is not pure. His meridians are broken, so how can he make his true energy run smoothly? But there are still a lot of stars hidden in his body. In other words, as long as he wants, he can let himself have more true essence, but it will be a great adventure.
In the underground space under the abandoned well of Beixinqiao, before the black dragon, for some reason, he skipped the hurdle of washing the marrow and succeeded in sitting directly. His physical strength is now much stronger than then, but he is still very strong. It is difficult to make up your mind to take another photo, because if you fail, you will most likely die.
The medical case in the notes to the Sutra and his own experiences prove this point.
The first adventure under the shadow of death requires only courage, and the second adventure requires more courage.
Fortunately, on the night of the Ivy Banquet and the day of forced sitting, in the underground space, before the black dragon, he had already experienced life and death twice, and had two real thoughts about the death he had been thinking about for many years. He has figured out a lot of things—in the face of death, he will still not surrender, but he is no longer as afraid as before.
Just like at this time, facing a strong enemy like Zhuang Huanyu, he would not surrender, let alone fear.
He raised his head, looked at Zhuang Huanyu, and said, "If that's the case, then I'll try."
try what? Except for him, no one in the dust-cleaning building knew, and no one could guess.
Chen Changsheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then let it out.
It seems that there are bubbles bubbling from the bottom of the spring.
Between breaths, there was almost no air in his lungs, suddenly empty, not even empty.
His sea of consciousness woke up, and there were slight ripples on the surface of the sea.
An extremely condensed spiritual consciousness was generated from his sea of consciousness, drifting upwards, and went to nowhere in the blue sky, as if it was about to leave this world.
In another instant, that divine consciousness returned to the ground from the blue sky, retracted itself, entered his body from the outside to the inside, and came into that small world.
His consciousness turned into a breeze, freely going back and forth in that piece of heaven and earth.
Qingfeng is him, he is Qingfeng.
He saw the nine intersecting mountains, the boundless wasteland, and the lake hanging in the sky.
Finally, he saw the snow field.
The snow field was cut into dozens of pieces by extremely deep cracks.
This snow field was much thicker than when he sat and looked inside a few days ago, even at this time, some snowflakes were still falling.
These days he has not stopped bringing starlight into his body.
Those snowflakes are extremely pure starlight, as long as they are touched and ignited by the divine sense, they will turn into clear water that nourishes the world, and those clear waters are true essence.
In Zhuang Huanyu's words, in the words of many people, in countless words in the Taoist scriptures, for a practitioner, the most important thing is true energy.
Chen Changsheng hesitated for a short moment.
He was really not afraid of death now, but he didn't want to suffer that kind of pain again, because that kind of pain would most likely make him pass out on the spot. Once that happened, the battle would naturally be lost.
But in the end it's something to do.
Hesitation was hesitation, the breeze didn't stop, it fluttered down towards a snow field in the southeast corner.
Like a wildfire falling on a mountain full of dead leaves.
With a bang, the snowfield burned violently.
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The room on the second floor was very quiet. The big shots sat in their seats in silence, waiting for Chen Changsheng to admit defeat, waiting for the end of this duel, waiting for this year's grand imperial examination to finally write the ending, the old school of the state religion Attempting, or trying, suffered the heaviest blow.
However, at this moment, a breath suddenly appeared in Xichen Building.
That breath was a little violent and very hot, as if someone had lit a bonfire downstairs, and the fire was extremely intense.
Mo Yu's expression was slightly stern, and she stood up, her palace skirt dragged an afterimage in the dark room, and flew to the window in an instant.
She looked through the paper flowers on the window and looked downstairs. There was no expression on her face, but a strange light appeared in her eyes.
The big shots present are all powerful men with advanced realms, how can they not perceive what that aura represents, and no one pays attention to the realm of strength that Mo Yu showed in the previous moment, they all came to the window and walked downstairs. Looking around, as the line of sight reached, his expression changed suddenly, and he was speechless for a while.
Downstairs in front of the stone wall, Chen Changsheng stood with his eyes closed in the yellow sand, beside his bare feet were gravel wet by the blood dripping from his body.
That violent and fiery breath came from his body.
People could clearly feel that his realm was improving, the true energy in his body was increasing, and his aura was becoming stronger.
In the consciousness perception, he became brighter and brighter.
It's like a real campfire.
"How can this be?"
"How can this be!"
People stood by the window, watching this scene, the expressions on their faces became extremely strange and shocking.
At this time, Chen Changsheng actually started to sit back and watch for himself, he was turning the stars into real energy!
The problem is that, except for the very beginning, when the cultivator burns all the previously accumulated starlight into true essence when he changes from the marrow washing state to the sitting state, there will be such a strong breath overflowing, and then the practitioner will lead the star Hui Yang Zhenyuan is a trickle matter, how could there be such a big movement
Is this the first time for Chen Changsheng to take a self-portrait
Impossible, through the previous rounds of battles, people are very clear that he has now completed the practice from marrow washing to sitting, otherwise there would be no true essence flowing in his body.
So what's going on with this picture now
Could it be that someone in this world can take two first sitting photos
There was a dead silence in the dust-cleaning building.
Everyone was shocked and speechless.
Whether it's those well-informed figures by the window, or those priests from the palace.
Zhuang Huanyu was even more surprised and speechless.
The temperature in the building instantly increased.
Chen Changsheng closed his eyes, but the yellow sand at his feet floated up. Those gravels that were congealed by blood were dried and crumbled after being baked by invisible high temperature.
All that blood was turned into green smoke.
In the dancing yellow sand, Chen Changsheng's face became more and more red, and he could feel his body getting hotter and hotter.
Looking at this scene, an archbishop of the Holy Church frowned slightly and calmed down a little.
He didn't know why Chen Changsheng was able to take the first photo for the second time, but he could tell that this young man couldn't control the burning of the stars in his body.
"If this continues, even if he is not burned to death, his sanity will be burned out." Chen Liuwang said worriedly.
As long as the marrow is washed successfully, the practitioner's body can withstand the high temperature and strength brought by the conversion of starlight into true essence during the first exposure. But Chen Changsheng's sitting photo at this time is obviously a little weird. The amount of starlight burning in his body seems to be too much, and the temperature of his body is unstoppable and keeps rising.
The Xichen Building was getting hotter and hotter, and the sound of cicadas suddenly came from outside the building, as if summer had come early.
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There is a palace deep in the palace.
In the corner of the palace was a gray clay pot.
There is a plant in the pot, with several green stems, but only one green leaf.
The edges of the green leaves are slightly shriveled and slightly curled.
"Sure enough, my memory has deteriorated a lot when I get old, and I actually forgot to water it again."
His Excellency the Pope walked to the clay pot, looked at the green leaf and sighed.
Then he took the wooden ladle and reached for the sink beside the basin.
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