kingnovel Chapter 471 Senior Brother, He Pretends to Be Cool, But He Is Really Crazy (8)
Chapter 471 Senior Brother, He Pretends to Be Cool, But He Is Really Crazy (8)
"Master, what is affectionate and what is heartless?"
"All living things are born with emotions, bound together by cause and effect, and connected by the word 'emotion'."
Wujizi saw that his little disciple had a blank look in his eyes, so he stroked his beard and continued,
"The so-called supreme ruthlessness is to see one's true nature and see clearly the various aspects of the world. One must first have emotions, and then cut off the emotions and forget about them. Only when the heart is free of restraints can one achieve the path of ruthlessness."
Yuanyin tried her best to sit upright on the cushion, seeming to understand what was being said, but not quite.
But she still said with a serious face: "Master, I want to practice the ruthless way."
For a flower that was born and raised naturally, she does not feel that she is born with emotions, nor does she want to be bound by any emotions.
Her only goal and pursuit is to achieve great success and transcend the calamity to ascend to heaven.
What if the ruthless way could help her cut off all emotions and abandon all these loves?
Wujizi lowered his eyes and looked at his disciple, who was sitting upright on the cushion. His face still had a childish look, but his words were so firm.
A complicated look flashed across his face.
It is said that one should cut off the seven emotions and six desires, but how difficult is it to actually practice it?
Therefore, there are very few people who can truly cultivate the path of ruthlessness and thus ascend to heaven.
However, thinking about the original body of this little disciple of his, it seemed as if he was born to practice the way of ruthlessness.
So Wujizi did not oppose her, but reminded her:
"A heartless sword cultivator is not truly indifferent and heartless. He has a vast world in his heart."
"You can have affection and love, but it shouldn't be just love."
"Nothing can hinder you on your path to becoming an immortal."
"Your sword is free only if you are free."
"Talent can decide the outcome with one sword."
Wujizi Chenmu's voice echoed in her ears, leaving a deep scar in her heart.
Yuanyin suddenly opened her eyes and suddenly realized that she was dreaming again.
The master in the dream stood solemnly.
Even though he had retired from Qingyun Sect for many years due to injuries, the character of the former number one swordsman had not diminished in the slightest.
Thinking about it carefully, her master had started to go into seclusion since she entered the Nascent Soul stage at the age of 25.
Now her cultivation has reached the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and she is already over 110 years old, but her master shows no signs of coming out of seclusion.
It seemed as if the two had not seen each other for nearly a hundred years.
Yuanyin suddenly felt a little melancholy.
This emotion was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, those eyes had returned to calmness and indifference.
After calming down and thinking deeply, Yuanyin realized that her dreams seemed to be too frequent recently.
It's hard for a careless person like her to taste a hint of nostalgia.
Yuanyin didn't take it to heart.
After getting off the bed, he counted on his fingers and recited a dust-removing spell.
The robes, which were already clean and wrinkle-free, were now even more spotless.
Yuanyin straightened her clothes, pushed the door open, and went straight west.
In the bamboo forest in the west.
Chen Yao was dressed in black clothes that fluttered in the wind. He stood with his toes on bamboo branches and a sword in his arms.
The figure is backlit, and the face is hidden in the shadows so the expression cannot be seen clearly.
After Pengyao stood still, the tall and straight figure that had been standing still came down against the wind and rushed straight towards Pengyao.
Peng Yao's face tightened and he quickly drew out the sword in his hand to fight.
Even though he used all the sword styles his master taught him in his mind, he still couldn't stop the man's powerful attack.
Within ten moves, he was knocked out of the open space and staggered several steps before he stopped retreating.
Looking up, I saw that the person standing in the open space hadn't even unsheathed his sword.
Peng Yao pursed his lips tightly, and his expression became even heavier.
In addition to the crushing victory in realm and sword moves, Peng Yao was even more shocked by his own reaction.
One is refining Qi, the other is practicing golden elixir.
There is a huge gap between them, but Peng Yao believes that he is not a coward who is afraid of fighting.
But the moment he met Chen Yao, he actually felt an urge to flee.
Could a cultivator in the Jindan stage have such a strong deterrent effect?
Although it was only leaked for a moment, Peng Yao still feels a little nervous when he thinks back on it now.
He stood up straight, bowed, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your correction, Senior Brother."
Chen Yao calmly retracted the hilt of his sword, not paying any attention to him, and said in a calm voice:
"Don't embarrass her."
The voice was so cold that it felt like being immersed in a cold pond, making one's spine tingle.
Peng shook his head, his scalp tightened, and he buried his head even lower, "Yes."
He couldn't help but ponder in his heart.
As a fellow disciple, the sense of oppression that Senior Brother Chen Yao brings to him is sometimes even greater than that of his master.
After spending such a long time together, Peng Yao still couldn't figure out the person's temperament.
In front of his master, he was arrogant and unbridled, acting spontaneously and freely yet methodically.
His extremely handsome face is full of friendliness and cleverness.
And so is the truth.
Peng Yao vaguely realized that except for his master, no one seemed to be worthy of his attention.
In front of the Master, Senior Brother Chen Yao seemed to be wearing a likable mask.
But the real him is just like he is now, cold and indifferent.
Even with a hint of gloom.
Suddenly, a cool and cold breath came.
The person who was surrounded by a cold aura just now seemed to come alive in an instant and looked up suddenly.
As soon as Yuanyin appeared, Chenyao smiled with a smile as vigorous as the rising sun and called out, "Master!"
However, what greeted him was not the warm greeting from his master, but an even more fierce sword energy.
The woman raised her hand, swung the Qingshuang sword in her hand, causing her skirt to curve, and rushed towards Chen Yao who was eager to try in the open space.
The only thing left in Chen Yao's eyes was the figure that was getting closer and closer, and there was a sudden flash of joy between his proud and handsome brows.
He drew his sword and went straight forward.
As the two swords collided, the auras of the two men also began to collide, and could be clearly heard.
Chen Yao's eyes were burning with a hint of deep meaning.
His tone rose slightly, with an undisguised intimacy and pride.
"Master, I have made some progress in recent days. Please give me some advice."
Yuanyin raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not respond to him, and the moves she swung with her sword became more and more fierce.
The two of them tacitly agreed not to use their magic power, and their sword moves were so fast that only afterimages were left, and the moves could not be seen clearly.
Before Peng Yao below could watch and learn, he saw the unpredictable senior brother Chen Yao reenacting the scene of his just flying out.
Chen Yao nimbly rolled sideways in the air, relieving most of the force.
Then he grasped the bamboo with his hands and flipped it over, standing steadily on the bamboo branch.
Peng Yao had a blank expression: Very good, you landed more gracefully than him.
Chen Yao looked at Yuan Yin, who was standing opposite him, with a burning look in his eyes, then he sighed in a discouraged manner.
"It seems that my disciple is still far from being perfect."
A green light flashed in Yuanyin's hand, and Qingshuang disappeared.
She looked at the disappointed senior disciple not far away, her voice softened, and she said softly:
"You've done a great job. There's no need to be too modest."
Yuanyin tiptoed back to the ground, and Chenyao followed closely and landed beside him.
Yuanyin looked at the two disciples and said:
"The Immortal Sect Disciple Conference is about to begin. If you two are interested in participating, you must not slack off in the next few days."
"Before this, I have no plans to retreat and guide you personally."
Chen Yao and Peng Yao's faces turned serious, and they bowed and saluted, "Thank you, Master."