Chapter 196 Distorted cognition (both set at 1400 plus)
Seeing the other party's behavior, Zhao Cheng felt that the other party was indeed very comfortable and a comfortable person.
But Wang Zizai, facing Wu Nian's words, grinned and said: "Old Wu, what are you so anxious about? You and I are following the other."
"As far as our relationship is concerned, what is the difference between your students and my students?!"
"Look at you, the road has become narrow all of a sudden."
"Think about it, you have one student and I have one student. If we put it all together, each of us has two students."
"So, as a teacher, I would make a little joke with my students. Isn't this very reasonable?"
Facing Wang Zizai's words, Wu Nian fell into deep thought.
It seemed that what the other party said did make a little bit of sense, but he felt vaguely that something was wrong.
For a moment, he really couldn't remember it, so he could only say to Zhao Cheng: "Please be patient, your second teacher has this kind of character."
"Come, let's eat some noodles together first."
When Zhao Cheng listened to Wu Nian's words, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. When did Wu Nian become so easy to convince? In just a few words, he already had a second teacher. Or should I say, the relationship between the two of them was really good.
A place where one meets a close friend in high mountains and flowing water.
However, Zhao Cheng is a student and it is difficult to speak much on such occasions.
One thing is certain, as far as Wang Zizai's swordsmanship is concerned, he may have reached an extremely extraordinary state.
Without waiting for Zhao Cheng to think too much, Wu Nian pulled Zhao Cheng onto the table and added a bowl of noodles and two poached eggs to Zhao Cheng from the basin on the table.
Seeing this, Zhao Cheng stopped thinking about it and concentrated on eating the noodles.
The noodles cooked by Wu Nian are quite good, the noodles are chewy and smooth, and the poached eggs are just right.
But when Zhao Cheng had eaten enough, Wu Nian suddenly put down the kuaizi in his hand, and then came to the back of Wang Zizai without saying a word. Then with an expressionless face, he stretched out his hands and pinched the opponent's neck fiercely.
It began to shake violently.
While shaking, Wu Nian shouted angrily: "You bastard, you actually used the sword soul to interfere with my cognition. This is what the sword soul is used to do?!"
"Go to hell with your two students, go to hell with your second teacher, I will fight with you today, and we will die together!"
When Zhao Cheng saw this scene, he was stunned at first. Then when he heard Wu Nian talking about the sword soul, he couldn't help but be shocked.
If this thing was the sword soul he knew, it would be somewhat outrageous. This meant that the person sitting in front of him was a swordsman saint walking in the world!
If placed in ancient times, this kind of person would be a true saint. If he left behind his teachings, they would be passed down through the ages.
However, the opponent's performance at this moment does not have the slightest trace of the strong spirit of the Sword Master?!
Afterwards, Zhao Chengyou thought about it and thought that he seemed to have mythologized the Sword Saint. So what if the saint was a saint? After all, he was just a human being, not a stone without emotions and desires.
And Wang Zizai's ability also frightened Zhao Cheng. He unknowingly distorted people's cognition. This ability was more or less terrifying.
It wasn't until Wu Nian pinched and shook her for a while that she finally let go. At this time, Wang Zi said unhurriedly: "If you don't return home if you are rich, you will travel at night in brocade clothes."
"Look, if I do it like this now, you will know that I have condensed the sword soul. You know my realm, and I also pretended. It's a win-win situation."
But this time, the opponent obviously had no use for his ability. When Wu Nian heard this, his anger did not diminish at all, and he had no intention of being persuaded.
Of course, Wu Nian's so-called anger is actually more of a joke.
At this time, Zhao Cheng also felt that Wang Zizai was a very interesting person. His ability to distort people's cognition was only used once and not often.
Obviously, the other party also has a sense of moderation in his heart, and is not the kind of maniac who acts recklessly. Between friends, it was a joke once, but if it is used too much, it will change.
But Zhao Cheng thought more deeply that the other party had not used it for a long time, but waited until he came to use it. This was obviously for a better pretending experience.
As for the matter of returning home from wealth, the other party has simply figured it out.
Zhao Cheng thought to himself and silently memorized this outfit. There must be a master among the three of us. What we can learn from the sword master is not only swordsmanship, but also other things.
"Now the question is, when did you become a Sword Master?!"
After laughing for a while, Wu Nian returned to his seat and continued to eat noodles. He did not have any grudges because his former friend was now a saint.
For true friends, no matter what the other person becomes, they are still friends.
After all, you must know that Wang Zizai may be wanted in the country, but Wu Nian still takes him in.
Hearing this, Wang Zizai hesitated while eating noodles: "Actually, I haven't become a swordsman yet. I just stepped into the threshold with half of my foot and condensed the prototype of my soul. I want to step out with the other foot. It probably takes more time."
About half a year."
"However, even if it's only half a step, it's a different kind of thing compared to a swordsman. There shouldn't be any powerful person in the country who has nothing to do to catch me."
"What I did back then, in the eyes of the most powerful, can only be said to be nothing more than a trivial matter."
When Wu Nian heard this, he also stammered while eating noodles: "Aren't you afraid that there really is a powerful person who has nothing to do and comes to play with you?!"
Wang Zizai heard this and said with a smile: "If this really happens, it will be worth getting caught!"
"I have been abroad for so many years and I have never seen any battles. I have never seen this kind of battles."
"Actually, I wanted to come back a few years ago. At that time, I was still in the realm of elephants and had not yet achieved the holy path. After all, I still didn't dare to come back."
"Two days ago, before I came to see you, I secretly visited her daughter. Sisi looks quite similar to her, but her temperament is different."
"But that's okay. Girls should be more lively. This way they will be happier."
"Sometimes, I also wonder, if I could have attained the Holy Path a few years earlier, would I be able to extend her life by relying on the power of the Holy Realm."
When Wu Nian heard this, he couldn't help but remain silent.
He naturally knows who the other party is talking about, but there are some things that are not destined to happen after all.
"Lao Yan originally asked the saint to take action, but with that kind of disease, even the saint can't do it. If you really want to survive, unless there is a powerful person who is willing to sacrifice the divine energy and recreate the innate for it."
"But for this kind of thing, even the ancestors of the Lao Yan family cannot have the dignity to let the most powerful sacrifice for it."
When Zhao Cheng heard the word "rebuilding the innate", he understood what it meant. The so-called "reconstructing the innate" meant creating an innate body. The effect was similar to that of the cowardly savior, but it was stronger.
If you were born again at the age of twenty, you would have an extra twenty years of life, because your body is equivalent to growing from scratch.
Rebirth at the age of forty means a life span of forty years, but it is said that it cannot exceed fifty years.
After the age of fifty, all the innate energy in the body has been transferred to the acquired state, and there is no seed to recreate the innate energy.