When Chen Zhe opened his eyes, the rain had stopped for a long time. At this time, Yang Rui walked into the door of the villa carrying a plastic bag.
This villa is not in the villa area. There is no village in front of it or any store in the back. However, electricity, water pipes and Internet are all connected. It can be imagined that the original landlord must have spent a lot of effort... In this terrible place. Zhen Ni Ma is sick.
Yang Rui was shopping for daily necessities. When he met Chen Zhe's gaze, he screamed. He couldn't hold the plastic bag in his hand and scattered it all over the floor.
"What's wrong?" Chen Zhe stood up and walked over to help her tidy up the things on the floor.
Yang Rui blinked and looked at Chen Zhe carefully: "Brother, the look in your eyes just now was really scary... It was like a sword was about to stab me. I felt like I was going to die just by looking at you."
"Yes." Chen Zhe blinked.
Yang Rui took a closer look and found that Chen Zhe's eyes were deep and introverted. The eyes of a nineteen-year-old boy should be passionate and energetic, like rushing river water. But what Chen Zhe saw in his eyes was a bottomless sea.
She looked at it for a long time. Chen Zhe frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No...nothing." Yang Rui shook his head. He didn't know why. He was a little embarrassed when he said this.
How did Chen Zhe know that a little girl like Yang Rui actually had a first love? He turned around and was about to leave. But Yang Rui saw a little blood behind his butt: "Brother... you are bleeding."
"Yeah. It seems to be bleeding." Chen Zhe smiled.
Yang Rui said in surprise: "Are you...that one coming?"
"Which one?" Chen Zhe didn't know why.
"Oops. That's it..." Yang Rui pointed to the blood stains on Chen Zhe's pants.
Feeling an ominous premonition, Chen Zhe wiped his hands and said, "This. This is a problem with the true energy during training just now. It's okay. I have survived it."
That being said, he still found himself shaky when walking, with fluttering on his legs. If Qin Xin were here, he wouldn't have noticed at all. Yang Rui was much more well-behaved. He came over and gently held Chen Zhe's arm: " Brother, are you too reckless when practicing?"
In fact, it should be like this. Chen Zhe is the kind of person who is naturally fond of taking risks. Therefore, in practice, he can stay calm and not bored. However, he is unwilling to follow the steps step by step. Therefore, dangers arise one after another in practice.
Chen Zhe told her what happened during his practice. Yang Rui frowned and said: "I read a lot of books on practice, but I didn't find any like yours. I'll go back and read it again. I don't know about the emperor's hatred. What changes will occur if the sword absorbs such profound sword intent?"
The Emperor's Hate Sword absorbed those sword intentions. It was blue but purple, and its killing intent was restrained. Some inexplicable changes occurred. I can't say whether it was good or bad. But the Emperor's Hate Sword became obviously more terrifying.
Yang Rui is not a practitioner in the true sense. Although she has read a lot of books, she still has limitations.
But I asked Zhang Ruoling about the Emperor's Hate Sword. He didn't know either.
Chen Zhe feels that his cultivation level has increased, but his true energy has not increased. His realm has not increased. He doesn't know where he has become stronger.
"Master, your practice route is different from that of ordinary practitioners. If ordinary people follow your method, it is inevitable that the foundation will be unstable and it will affect future achievements. But the strange thing is that you save the day from danger every time, but the foundation is getting better and better. Firm. Even if I, Zhang Ruoling, have been practicing for fifty years, I still can’t figure out why...otherwise the Tianji Gua will point to you. I guess you, the leader, must be the reincarnation of the Golden Immortal. That’s why you are so gifted..."
Zhang Ruoling was still nagging and flattering. After hearing this, Chen Zhe said impatiently: "In ancient times, you old man must have been a traitor like Wei Zhongxian and Liu Jin. And he was also a eunuch."
Even though he said that, Chen Zhe still felt as if he was in a state of admiration.
This is the credit of flattery. Maybe most people like to flatter their subordinates. There are many exaggerated flatteries. It sounds awkward at first, but then I may get used to it. I feel that I am really awesome... …
The Emperor's Hate Sword was lying on the table, unsheathed. It was different from the past. If the previous Emperor's Hate Sword was unsheathed, the sword energy that spread out would be raging. Chen Zhe couldn't suppress it at all.
But now, Chen Zhe's suppression is not needed at all. The Emperor's Hate Sword has become silent.
Huang Zhen and Yang Hui are both masters of Chinese martial arts, physical practitioners, and Qi practitioners. However, they do not collect magic weapons and do not understand this stuff. Only Zhang Ruoling and Yang Rui know something about it. But they can't explain the reason. .
At this time Jiang Ze stepped in. He didn't say much. After he came in, he glanced at the people in the hall and was about to go upstairs. He didn't seem to notice the Emperor Hate Sword.
But halfway up the stairs, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at Dihen.
"Sword intention nourishes the sword." Jiang Ze floated downstairs and came to the side of Emperor Hate Sword. He stretched out his hand to grab it.
Yang Hui, who was standing next to him, stretched out his hand to stop him: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Ze was only half a foot away from catching the Emperor's Hate Sword. But Yang Hui looked at him with hostility. Their eyes intertwined. The two of them didn't talk much. Their personalities were somewhat similar. But the difference was that Jiang Ze was more He is more scheming. Yang Hui is more straightforward and decisive in doing things... If Yang Hui were put in Jiang Ze's position, he would definitely not think about Chen Zhe's proposal for three days. He would agree at that time.
Seeing that the two were hostile to each other, Chen Zhe shook his head: "Yang Hui, it's okay. Jiang Ze didn't mean any harm."
Yang Hui withdrew his hand and stood next to Zhang Ruoling, but still looked at Jiang Ze with an unkind look, as if to warn him.
Jiang Ze picked up the Emperor's Hate Sword.
If the previous Emperor's Hate Sword had been obtained by someone other than the Dharma Master, he might have had to fight back on his own. But not today.
Jiang Ze's eyes were very complicated. He looked at the Emperor's Hate Sword...
Chen Zhe glanced at him: "What did you mean when you said that the sword's intention nourishes the sword?"
Jiang Ze smiled and put the sword on the table: "The Emperor's Hate Sword has a spirit. And the spirit is far more than the ordinary fairy magic weapons in the cultivation world. But most people only notice its attack power and don't notice its spirit. .Remember when I was in Qinglong Mountain and wanted to conquer it?"
"Remember." The first time Chen Zhe met Jiang Ze was when Jiang Ze wanted to surrender the Emperor's Hate Sword. Of course, he failed.
Jiang Ze curled his lips: "The Emperor's Hate Sword is full of aura. It is no longer an ordinary magic weapon. Its forger poured his own thoughts into it. Coupled with its past experience of killing the master, it has turned him into a... …Practitioners.”
Practitioner.
How can a Dharma weapon become a practitioner?
As soon as Chen Zhe showed doubts in his eyes, Jiang Ze began to explain. He first asked Chen Zhe: "You said, many magic weapons also have their own spiritual consciousness. Even magic weapons also have spells. They are very similar to a practitioner. But after all, they are not the same person. They What’s the difference?”
The difference between a Dharma weapon and a practitioner.
"Practitioners are human beings. Dharma weapons are not humans. Practitioners are smarter and know better about flexibility. It's like the difference between a computer and a human brain." Yang Rui heard this interestingly and interrupted.
"What you said can't be wrong, but it certainly can't be right." Jiang Ze sat on the sofa, but his eyes fell on the Emperor's Hate Sword.
Chen Zhe pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "Practitioners can practice and make themselves stronger. But magic weapons can't. Magic weapons are just magic weapons. They can't practice and they can't become stronger."
Jiang Ze's eyes flashed: "Not bad."
Chen Zhe reacted very quickly. Jiang Ze said half of the words, but he had already guessed the other half: "You mean: The Emperor's Hate Sword has absorbed my sword intention... It is practicing. It wants to become stronger."
"Yes. It needs to become stronger. The cultivator absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turns it into true essence for his own use. But the Emperor's Hate Sword absorbs the master's sword intention and turns it into his own use. This is the difference between the cultivator and the Emperor's Hate Sword. He wants to
We need to find a master who can use the sword's will." Jiang Ze's eyes fell on the Emperor Hate Sword. The look in his eyes was very strange. It was a strange feeling of awe.
Chen Zhe's eyes also fell on the Emperor's Hate Sword.
At this moment, he had an illusion that this was not a sword, but a practitioner sitting cross-legged on the table to practice Qi.
This is a feeling of great fear.
Your ordinary magic weapon. Once it is a magic weapon, it is like the owner raising a puppy. Dogs are the most loyal, and the magic weapon is also loyal. Unless traces of the original magic weapon are destroyed by external forces, the magic weapon will not betray it. But this is different.
The Emperor's Hate Sword is just like a person. And Chen Zhe never knew the idea of this most vicious sword in the world. He never knew.
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Chen Zhe asked Jiang Ze.
Jiang Ze shook his head: "I don't know. It's like you adopted a very talented child as a son. He may be extremely filial when he grows up. Or he may kill his father and kill someone. It's hard to say. I just took a fancy to it at first.
It was so powerful that I thought of conquering it. But I failed. I will never dare to think of this magic weapon again."
Another thought came to Chen Zhe's mind: "You said that the sword's intention nourishes the sword. So what will happen after practicing the Emperor's Sword of Hate? He will become a great cultivator, and he will become an immortal after suffering calamities."
"I still don't know." Jiang Ze shook his head: "However, I do know. At least it won't be a bad thing before your cultivation is complete. The stronger its sword intention, the more powerful it will be. You
The stronger you get. The stronger you are. The stronger it gets. That’s a good thing.”
No wonder Emperor Hate Sword was said to be so terrifying by Qin Xin.
Jiang Ze glanced at Chen Zhe: "If you want to give up this magic weapon, then quickly find a place where no one can find it and suppress it. Otherwise, it will probably still kill its owner."
"Let's wait until the Emperor's Hate Sword comes to kill me." Chen Zhe picked up the Emperor's Hate Sword on the table and weighed it a few times: "I feel that my cultivation has become stronger, but my true energy has not changed. My realm has not changed.
It is still in the state of distraction. It turns out that it is not that I have become stronger, but that it has become stronger..."
Jiang Ze saw that Chen Zhe had still put away the Emperor's Hate Sword. He didn't persuade him and went straight upstairs.
Zhang Ruoling chuckled: "Master, you are different from most people. Therefore, your magic weapon is also different from most people. We all living beings are missing a unique master. You are it."
This old guy spoke so pleasantly for the first time.
So Chen Zhe glanced at him gratefully and said to him: "Get lost."