He stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, feeling a little unsure of where to go.

He has never tasted failure since he broke into the second realm and climbed to the fourth floor. Moreover, his swordsmanship is among the best among the many second realm disciples who follow Master Zhuan Sun. However, today he was defeated.

A swordsman from the first realm, Sanzhonglou, shattered the sword of benevolence in his hand.

What's even more ridiculous is that he also ruined his sword theory with one word.

"Jianzi, Tianmen Jianzi..."

He murmured to himself, a little surprised and disbelieving. At this time, he saw that the Xiaoqi sword had been put back. Cheng Zhiyuan pressed on the blade with one hand and held the hilt with the other hand. The tip of the sword dropped to the ground, and on

Behind him, a dark abyss seemed to manifest.

Only the pear blossoms are flying, so gorgeous.

"Yes, this is the master's sword theory. No one has instilled his own thoughts into it, so you got it, saw the changes in it, and turned it into your own sword theory. Unfortunately, mine cannot."

Master Zhuan Sun waved to the flying dust, and then, under the gaze of countless people, the sword that had originally disintegrated into dust gathered back together, one by one, inch by inch, handful by handful, until the dust

The cold light returns to the world.

When Cheng Zhiyuan saw this method, he was really amazed and said: "This is the method of a sage. It is close to a saint, but it is more magical than a saint, not just in terms of strength."

Master Zhuansun came over and handed the sword back. The latter had a look of shame on his face, but Master Zhuansun smiled: "You don't have to be ashamed, but you should be proud. Not everyone in this world is qualified to talk about swordsmanship."

People fight against each other."

"He's not serious about it yet."

After hearing this, his expression changed again, and then he became bitter and extremely depressed, even his fingers trembled.

Master Zhuan Sun patted him on the shoulder, admonished his young disciple, and said:

"There are only fifty-two immortals in the world. When one immortal dies, another immortal will be born. Although the swordsman is still weak now, one day he will become the master of swordsmanship that all swordsmen in the world long for.

, just like Ou Yezi, just like Mrs. Xu."

"Now that your sword has been broken by him, a hundred years later, or three hundred years later, or after you become a saint, you can still proudly praise others when you meet others: Have you heard that I once interacted with the Tianmen Sword Immortal?

Passed!"

After hearing this, he immediately started laughing, his depression and shame were reduced by half, and Cheng Zhiyuan said: "The great sage is ridiculous. Things in the future are things in the future, and things in the world are things in the world."

You can brag in front of monsters, but it's better to be humble in front of a real boss.

Master Zhuan Sun said: "After losing to you, you also understand the reason why other holy sects cannot accept you. I really want to accept you, but this is harming you. Therefore, I am angry and angry with the last immortal who died.

I hope that after he falls to hell, he can disturb the king of Naihe all night long, so that I can feel happy."

"If he hadn't died, I wouldn't have been able to see you, so I wouldn't have felt sorry for you; I wouldn't have felt sad, so I wouldn't have been upset. But even so, I still want to teach you a swordsmanship, but it's hard to accept a disciple.

Nothing can be harvested."

As he spoke, he drew out his sword. Cheng Zhiyuan saw that Master Zhuan Sun was wearing eighteen jade pendants on his waist, corresponding to the six virtues (benevolence, righteousness, sage, wisdom, trust, loyalty), the six elements (filial piety, friendship, marriage, responsibility and compassion), and the six arts.

(The Number of Ritual Music Shooting the Imperial Book), on the basis of the original Wuchang jade, thirteen jade are added, which is a specification that only great sages and saints can wear.

"I don't teach you the principles of swordsmanship, so the only way to do it is this sword."

Cheng Zhiyuan saluted, while Liang Que looked at this with wide eyes. At this time, Master Zhuan Sun suddenly looked at Liang Que and said: "I passed the sword to you, but I also want to pass you the sword, but Zheng Guo

Princess, your life story is not simple. In fact, according to the truth, there is a saint standing behind you. I shouldn't tell you..."

"No! Da Xian, the saint behind me is my aunt, just pass it on!"

Liang Que was immediately shocked and quickly intervened to defend himself. He was joking. Although Qigu was a saint, his swordsmanship was not top-notch. Master Zhuan Sun was different. This one was the master of one of the eight Confucian schools. He was the most respected person in the world.

Worship the wise man!

Great sages may not be inferior to saints, they may even be better in some aspects!

Master Zhuan Sun smiled half-heartedly, and Liang Que's face turned red, but he just said cheekily: "If you have the opportunity, you must seize it. Those who fail to seize it are fools."

"Yes, that's right."

Master Zhuan Sun laughed and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan:

"Listen, the sword I taught you has no sword power, no sword sound, and no sword logic whatsoever."

He closed his eyes, and then the sword stood up and suddenly fell.

At this moment, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly raised his sword to block, and then heard a clang sound, and a shallow sword mark appeared on the sword. This sword mark spread from the tip of the sword to the narrow gap in the center of the sword body.

On the hilt of the sword.

Buzz!

The tremolo surpasses the light thunder, like the sound of a clear bell!

A gentleman is like a bell. If you strike it, it will ring. If you strike it, it will ring. If you strike it small, it will make a small sound. If you strike it big, it will make a big sound.

I have never let go of the truth in my heart, so even if I abandon my own will, this sword still has great power.

"The gift of heaven is not crooked, but the sword of right view."

Master Zhuan Sun retracted his sword, but the sword strike made Cheng Zhiyuan's wrists tremble. He was extremely horrified, because the sword strike had been blocked by the weapon, but he still felt like he had been pierced through the heart.

There is nothing that can stop you. For example, everything in front of you becomes an illusion. Or you can dig out mountains and fill the sea. Anyone who stands in your way will be killed!

Between the eyebrows, the ancient sword in the heart trembled slightly, remembering this upright swordsmanship!

Straightforward, the gift of heaven is not crooked, and the sword of right view is just like Master Zhuan Sun's way of life. He said that Zixia's principles are applicable to the world but not to individuals, and he thinks that his principles are applicable to individuals but not to individuals.

It applies to the world, so I feel depressed and helpless, just like when the water is clear, there are no fish.

It is impossible to have absolute purity in this world, but he still has to stick to his own principles. This is the right view, and he would rather break than bend.

"The world still likes the world more than itself. After gaining the world, it is the world that has the final say on what happens to your body. If the world calls you a saint, then even if you are not a saint, you are still a saint."

Master Zhuan Sun opened his eyes and laughed at himself: "I actually don't want to come to Zhao State. Zhao State has Saint Xun here. Although he is my descendant, he is a master of the most holy principles. I have no intention of interacting with him."

During the debate, he called me a cheap scholar, but I was really embarrassed to set foot on this land."

"But today I feel that this study tour is really the right one. I will go north to Yanmen, enter Guifang, and then go south from Qin State to travel around the world..."

Cheng Zhiyuan put down his sword: "Although people in the world like the world more than themselves, sometimes, it is the small group of people who like themselves that hold up the world. All living beings in the world are like the sand of the Yellow River, but among the hundreds of millions of yellow sand, there are always those

Some gold."

"A gentleman is like a bell, which will ring when struck, but sometimes it has to ring even if it is not struck!"

Cheng Zhiyuan held his sword and saluted, sincerely thanking:
Chapter completed!