Guan Bai gave his own explanation, now it's up to Chen Changsheng to accept it or not.
For him, this is indeed a more troublesome problem. In the eyes of many people, at least he should not make a move today.
Guan Bai was not the ordinary star-gathering stage beginners who had been defeated by his sword, but a real master of swordsmanship, whose realm was far above that of Chen Changsheng. More importantly, Guan Bai was seriously injured for unknown reasons and broke his right arm. Even if he practiced the left-handed sword this year as he said, he would not be able to recover the strength of his heyday. Even if Chen Changsheng tried his best to win Without the other party, there will be no glory.
He is the future pope. If he wins, he will only attract criticism. If he loses, he will be very ashamed. The best way is not to accept the opponent's challenge.
The venue was very quiet. Everyone was looking at Chen Changsheng, waiting for his decision. No one dared to rush him, but the silence and those gazes at this time were also an invisible pressure.
At this time, a cold voice sounded behind the heavy white gauze: "The road is long and long, but since you have already moved, how can you stop? As long as you keep walking, there will always be a place where you will come One day, you don’t need to care about the morning and evening, let alone the victory or defeat, why should you be disturbed by the world’s slander, don’t you even see this clearly now?”
There are no more than ten people in the world who can speak to Chen Changsheng in this tone, and only Old Man Tianji and... Xu Yourong who are present here are qualified.
The person who spoke was Xu Yourong, and her voice could be said to be cold or indifferent, without any clear emotions.
Many people looked behind the heavy white gauze on the high platform following the words, and looked at the looming beautiful figure, feeling strange emotions in their hearts, because the atmosphere in the venue became a little weird.
Xu Yourong's words seemed to be encouragement, but if understood from another angle, they were more like provocations, and could even be said to be ridicule.
When people think of this, they can't help but feel a lot of emotion, thinking that even a saint with a clear heart would still feel a little resentful if she was humiliated by her divorce in Kyoto.
After hearing these words, everyone in the Lishan Sword Sect came up with other thoughts.
Guan Feibai looked at Gou Hanshi with some uncertainty and said, "Looking at the reaction of junior sister, senior brother... there should be a chance, right?"
Gou Hanshi has read Dao Cang thoroughly, but he really doesn't understand these things.
At this time, Tang Thirty-six was the only one who really understood the truth of the matter. He looked at the expressions on the faces of the people and the movement of the Lishan Sword Sect, with a sneer on the corner of his lips, thinking ironically When it happens, you people don't understand the hypocrisy and other kind of display of affection of this young couple.
People thought that Xu Yourong's words were mocking Chen Changsheng.
Tang Thirty-Six knew it wasn't, and Chen Changsheng himself knew it even more, he understood what she meant.
Cultivation requires constant tempering, and progress requires constant challenges. Winning or losing is not important, and slander is even more indifferent.
If he wants to break through, he needs to learn to ignore all of these and return to the essence of Taoism.
—Through the perception of life, the perception beyond the ordinary value can be obtained through the battle, and the powerful spiritual power can be obtained through the greatest pressure between life and death.
He didn't look at her behind the white gauze, but at the hot fog deep in the center of the lake, and finally retracted his gaze, looking at Guan Bai standing in the middle of the field.
The lake breeze blew gently, blowing up the dust between the stone slabs, and lost the real light sleeves, as well as his clothes.
He walked to the stage and came to Guan Bai.
This is the first time many people have seen him up close.
People found that the legendary Chen Changsheng was not very handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were very clean, with a hint of youthfulness.
He stood there, like a fresh spring breeze, with the intention of getting rid of the dust.
There were emotional comments and praises from the crowd.
Guan Bai was very calm, didn't say anything more, took the long sword from his waist, held it in his hand, and raised it to the air in front of him.
He only has one hand left now, how to draw the sword
His hand slowly moved up to the hilt of the sword, with a slight force on his knuckles, he clenched it tightly.
Accompanied by pleasant rubbing sounds, the scabbard slowly slipped off, revealing the bright blade.
This picture is very beautiful.
It's like the tens of acres of moss on the lake, slowly rolled up by a strong wind, and then taken away.
More like a bloody general fighting against the yellow sand, he slowly and firmly took off his armor, revealing his body full of strength.
This is armor removal.
Removal of armor does not always mean returning to the field, it may also be the beginning of a grand battle.
In other words, this will be a battle that returns to the essence, even with a childish meaning.
This battle is not affected by any external factors, there is no entanglement of camp interests, there are no bargaining chips and bets, it is just a simple battle.
The competition is about strength, what is fighting for is victory and defeat, and what is wanted is happiness.
It was just a simple picture of the sword being unsheathed, Guan Bai fully revealed his heart and fighting spirit.
Many people's eyes lit up.
Especially for ascetics like Guan Feibai.
Who doesn't love a fight like this
Even Tang Thirty-Six felt a little hot in his body, subconsciously walked towards the field, and came to the people of Lishan Sword Sect, wanting to get closer to this battle.
Only Zhexiu didn't respond, his expression was still indifferent, and he didn't have much interest—contrary to what the world imagined, he actually didn't like fighting. In his opinion, the purpose of fighting is to kill the enemy, win or lose, and have fun. The thing is, why not eat minced meat.
The next moment, the fighting spirit that had just been aroused by the crowd of spectators quickly disappeared without a trace.
The light in Guan Feibai's and the others' eyes instantly disappeared without a trace, turning into emotions of shock or frustration.
Because a sword intent appeared on the top of the cold mountain.
This sword intent comes from the sword in Guan Bai's hand, from his eyebrows and eyes, from his tightly bound black hair, from his empty sleeve, and from every part of his body.
This sword intent was extremely sharp and sharp, and the gravel and grass clippings that had been smashed by the swords of Liang Banhu and Guan Feibai before were broken into finer particles.
The lake water and lake wind that had been cut off and then returned to their original state were cut off again, and countless cracks appeared, and they could not be restored for a while, the picture looked a little magical.
Such a powerful sword intent, even Guan Feibai and Tang Sanshiliu, who are as arrogant and confident as Guan Feibai and Tang Sanshiliu, have to admit that they are no match for this sword intent at all.
There was an exclamation in the crowd, and then it quickly became quieter.
All eyes fell on Guan Bai, full of shock and awe.
As expected of the strong man on the Xiaoyao list, the daimyo of Tiandaoyuan, Guan Bai lost his arm, and his strength was severely damaged. However, his realm has not declined, and his comprehension in the way of swords has even improved!
Just like what Xu Yourong said to Chen Changsheng earlier, opportunities often come from setbacks, and breakthroughs often come from trials between life and death.
Last year in Kyoto, because of the tragic experience of the wild dogs in that alley, Guan Bai refused to let the old nun leave, and then he suffered the greatest humiliation and blow in his life.
He left the capital and lived in seclusion in a remote mountain village. He spent half a year recovering from his broken arm, and then began to realize it quietly.
By the creek under the cliff and by the pond behind the farmhouse, he thought calmly and seriously for a long time.
He confirmed that he did nothing wrong that night, not to mention that he was already a strong man in the Xiaoyao Bang at that time, even if he was a child who could not practice at the age of five or six, he would stand up.
Because this thing is right and should be done, so why bother, why care about who that old Taoist is? Why regret it
No, no regrets.
Guan Bai didn't know that the question he was thinking about by the stream and the pond, many years ago, a man named Wang Po once thought about it in the wilderness of Tianliang County.
After Wang Po figured this out, he finally had his own way of the sword.
Although this kind of dao of the sword is not as powerful and terrifying as Zhou Dufu's dao of the sword, but in terms of realm, it is already qualified enough to be compared.
This kind of knife path is called straight.
Guan Bai figured this out, and he has since then had his own way of swordsmanship, also known as straightness.
That day, the mountains were covered with maple leaves by the stream, and the cicadas were silent by the pond, and he had mastered swordsmanship.
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Feeling Guan Bai's sword intent, Chen Changsheng admired him.
He regarded Wang Po as an idol, how could he not like this kind of sword intent.
And he vaguely knew what happened to Guan Bai in the capital.
He admired the opponent's ability to recover from a serious injury of a broken arm in just one year, and even surpassed the level of swordsmanship, and he admired the reason for the opponent's injury even more.
Such a character, such a sword intent, how can he repay him? Of course it can only be straight.
With a bang, the snowfield in his body began to burn violently, turning into countless true energy, which were sent to various places through those narrow meridians.
His body dragged an afterimage on the stone flat, which turned into a straight line, came to Guan Bai's body and stabbed out with a sword.
This sword is extremely straight.