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Chapter 1056 Discussing Taoism with Tea (3)

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    Bailang's tone and attitude were as noble and cold as before, and he had a lot of opinions about Xiao Chen, a swordsman who "shows only his appearance".

    Xiao Chen smiled and didn't take it seriously. He was really infected by the atmosphere of the tea party.

    A group of swordsmen discuss Taoism over tea, abandoning the idea of ????family status, explaining their own experiences without reservation, discussing together, and making progress together.

    You can¡¯t find such good conditions in other places. If you remain complacent, you will never make progress. He kind of understands why the younger generation of swordsmen are flocking to this tea party.

    According to etiquette, Xiao Chen returned a cup of tea to Bai Lang, took a sip, and then began to prepare to explain his perfect sword technique.

    Xiao Chen has gained quite a reputation over the years, but no one has seen him use a sword for a long time, and rumors about him abandoning his identity as a swordsman have long been spread.

    When everyone saw that he was about to give a lecture, they didn't look too serious. They didn't believe that a person who had abandoned his identity as a swordsman could speak out some truth.

    Jiang Chengzi was even more disdainful: "Young City Lord, follow your words and speak wisely, so that the three ancient sword kings can be recognized as saints. You are a guy who doesn't even have a sword. You really don't want to come out and embarrass yourself, just to make a joke."

    Feng Xingsheng couldn't stand it and said in a deep voice: "Jiang Chengzi, don't break the rules of the tea party. It's not your turn to interrupt at this time."

    Seeing Bai Lang sitting in the middle with a displeased expression on his face, Jiang Chengzi curled his lips and said nothing more.

    Xiao Chen sat casually, and when no one spoke, he opened his mouth and said, "I have a method that I would like to discuss with you all. It is called the Way of the Wuque Sword. I use my body as a sword and my mind as a sword. Moved by my thoughts, my hair  It can become a sword, clothes can become a sword, the light of the fist can become a sword, the wind on the leg can also become a sword."

    When Jiang Chengzi heard this, he couldn't help but sneered: "Bragging!"

    But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xiao Chen looking solemn and solemn.  The black wind was dancing lightly, the clothes were fluttering and buzzing, and the boundless sword intention burst out from Xiao Chen's body.

    As the black hair danced lightly, flying up and down, it seemed as if every strand of hair had turned into a sword, bright and dazzling, with unparalleled sword intent.  The clothes that made a sound were like a continuous sword, dancing incessantly.

    In an instant, everyone, including Bai Lang, put away their earlier contempt, and showed solemn expressions on their faces.

    The words were spoken in a flash, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he shocked everyone present.

    "As soon as I raise my hand, the sword is unsheathed. It shines brightly and brightly. I am the most flawless sword in the world."

    Sonorous!

    Xiao Chen continued to speak, and behind him, there was a crisp sound of a knife, echoing between heaven and earth.

    A bright sword light bloomed from his body, turning into a bright moon, hanging high in the sky, and falling in pieces of brilliance.

    "I use my mind as a sword. Whatever I think and cut in my heart is a sword. What I see in my eyes is what the blade points to."

    "What does it mean to be flawless? I walk a path that is unprecedented and unparalleled. It is perfect. My way of swordsmanship is unparalleled. It is like the bright moon in the sky, round and flawless, cold and beautiful. In the blink of an eye, the night hangs upside down."

    The bright moon in the sky became more and more brilliant. Everyone looked up to see it. Unknown to them, night had quietly fallen, and this round of moonlight had covered up all the light.

    Bailang's heart sank, he was such an unprecedented person, he really dared to say anything.

    Boom boom boom!

    Eighteen stone pillars carved with ancient sword kings, one after another, kept shining with bright light. The legendary scene of the ancients appearing as saints and listening to the sermons appeared again.

    But unlike Bailang, Xiao Chen didn't even mention half of it before he lit up the nine ancient sword king stone pillars.  After Bai Lang finished speaking, only three stone pillars lit up, while Xiao Chen suddenly had nine stone pillars, far more than the other party.

    The ancients manifested themselves as saints, and their swords soared into the sky. The people in Tianding Square once again saw this astonishing scene, and they all opened their mouths in silence, wondering what kind of unparalleled person appeared at the tea party.

    ¡°The four seasons are perfect, the peach blossoms bloom, the summer rises, the autumn wind blows, and the winter snow falls"

    Spring thunder rings, peach blossoms bloom for ten miles, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and spring is full of joy.  The scorching sun is high, the earth is dry and cracked, and hundreds of miles are red. This is the hottest summer.

    The autumn wind blows ruthlessly, and the strong wind sweeps the world.  There is no beauty for hundreds of miles, and as far as the eye can see, there is another land of snow-white.

    Xiao Chen continued to say that the perfect way of swordsmanship is based on the body and the sword.  How to combine the perfect way with the martial arts skills you have learned to truly evolve this sword art is a more advanced skill.

    As he talked, various visions kept flashing.  The bright moon rises and falls,The peach blossoms in the sky, the scorching sun in summer, the cold wind in autumn, and the heavy snow in winter are all life and death.

    Eighteen stone pillars engraved with the ancient King of Swords flashed one after another, and the sound of swords echoed to the sky. As Xiao Chen lectured, all eighteen stone pillars of the King of Swords appeared. It was a wonderful sight for the old man to appear as a saint, and to listen attentively.

    The swordsmen and heroes present all had their mouths wide open, their faces full of astonishment, they had never expected it.  Xiao Chen's level of swordsmanship was so unfathomable that these eighteen ancient sword kings all became saints.

    Jiang Chengzi, who had made a mockery before, looked extremely ugly on his pale face. He had never expected that such a scene would appear.

    "Perfect, perfect, my heart is higher than the sky, I want to create this perfect way of swordsmanship, but I am also confused. Is there really a perfect thing in the world? The moon is perfect, but the moon is cloudy and sunny, and the four seasons are perfect. But  In the extreme north and south, half of the year is full of daylight and half of the year is full of night, and there are always two seasons missing.¡±

    "I am also confused. I use my body as a sword and my mind as a sword. But how should I handle the knife in my hand, and where should I put the knife in my heart"

    Xiao Chen spoke very sincerely. The first half talked about his own experience, and the second half talked about his own shortcomings and doubts.

    The words flowed continuously without interruption. Xiao Chen finished speaking in one breath.  I just felt inexplicable happiness, a lot of doubts, seemed to be touched, and I saw a faint ray of light.

    As the words fell, all the visions he showed disappeared one by one as he taught the Dharma.

    Just when everyone felt that they had endless aftertaste and were chewing carefully, the shadow of the ancient sword king sitting on the stone pillar did not slowly disappear as before, but opened his mouth in surprise.

    "I have a method that I would like to discuss with you. It is called the Way of Killing Swords. The sword is a murderous weapon. It is born to kill people. It should kill all living beings, destroy all living things, and kill everything"

    "I have a method that I would like to discuss with you all. It's called the Way of Mending Heaven. It's hard to find the way of heaven, and it's hard to find the sword of heaven"

    "I have a method that I would like to discuss with you. It is called the Way of the Death Sword. All things are born to wait for death. I, the swordsman, go against the will of heaven and seek to survive in death"

    "I have a method that I would like to discuss with you. It is called the Thunder Sword Way. Thunder is the hand of heaven, and it is the calamity of God"

    ¡­¡­

    The vast holy sounds overlapped, layer upon layer, lingering between heaven and earth. The entire Tianding City was enveloped by this sound that spanned time and space.

    When the ancients showed their sages and preached the Dharma, seven-colored smallpox fell in the land of hundreds of miles.

    All the swordsmen in Tianding City were stunned. Under the shroud of such holy sounds, the spiritual sounds were endless in their minds. After reacting, they all sat cross-legged and began to carefully comprehend the swordsmanship in their hearts.

    On the high platform, no one expected this scene of the ancient sage speaking. In just a moment, the faces of these young leaders changed drastically, and they quickly sat cross-legged, without saying anything, and they all began to comprehend carefully.

    The Ancient Sage spoke, it was not that the Ancient Sage came back to life, it was just a coincidence due to Xiao Chen.  The scenes of these ancient saints teaching the Dharma span the distance of time and appear in the present.

    This is a rare opportunity. Once lost, it is impossible to find it again.

    The experience of the ancient sword kings is so valuable. All of a sudden, eighteen ancient sword kings were all teaching the Dharma together. This scene was unprecedented and had never happened before.

    But how much you can hear depends on your talent and understanding.  The voices of the eighteen ancient sword kings overlapped together, and it was not easy to distinguish them.

    In the palace of the city lord of Tianding City, Bailang's father, a quasi-emperor-level expert, looked at the seven-color smallpox falling from the sky.  There was also the holy voice echoing endlessly in his ears. This influential man who was only one step away from becoming the Martial Emperor couldn't help but change his expression.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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