"The real strong people believe in and worship themselves. Their goal is to surpass themselves and defeat others. And you are such a person. You have perseverance and perseverance. No one can influence your decision.
However, this kind of willpower is not lasting and is easily affected by the surrounding environment, such as family, love, and friendship. These will degrade your willpower and affect your decisions. In the process, you will
Be influenced by someone more powerful than you and become their disciple."
"Become their believer!" Zhao Yuan's body was shocked.
"Yes, for example, if you fight for the honor of the Black-faced God, in fact, you are gradually becoming his believer or evangelist."
"Ah...I...I..." Zhao Yuan couldn't refute for a moment, because when he thought about the reason for fighting Kuta at that time, he really couldn't convince himself. At that time, he seemed to be completely influenced by his own emotions, and he was completely controlled by his own emotions.
It's completely inconsistent with his usual walking-on-thin-ice style.
"Yes, you didn't expect that, in fact, a truly strong person will exude powerful thoughts and can influence other people with every move and gesture, making others lose their willpower, become their believers, and be loyal to them.
"
"From now on, while strengthening your combat effectiveness, you must also strengthen your willpower and ideas, and turn your ideas into the beliefs of others. Only in this way can you influence others and make others work for you.
"
"Understood!" Zhao Yuan replied resolutely.
"Okay, now you can torture him to extract a confession, then rape him first and then kill him."
"..."
"Could it be that all the monk said is in vain?"
"I can't do it." Zhao Yuan opened his eyes and glanced at Lan Xin, who was sleeping on the tree trunk.
"Forget it, let's just learn that bullshit art of archery and leave... The monk really doesn't understand, what's so good about learning archery..." Monk Tianxin muttered and complained.
"Give me your Yi Arrow secrets!" Zhao Yuan stood up and said to Lan Xin, who was sleeping.
Lan Xin opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, carefully took out a handwritten secret book from her arms, and handed it to Zhao Yuan reluctantly. The handwritten book was very thin, with only a dozen pages. Zhao Yuan took the handwritten book and
, I finished reading it in less than a stick of incense and threw it to Lan Xin.
"Do you remember?" Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan in surprise.
"Let's start training. I need you to demonstrate." Zhao Yuan said noncommittally.
"I have no arrows." Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan angrily.
"This is easy."
Zhao Yuan drew out his small black sword, chopped a few branches into arrow shapes, and handed them to Lan Xin.
"This is an arrow?!" Lan Xin said angrily.
"I just need you to demonstrate it once. Besides, you are injured and can't shoot."
"How to demonstrate?"
"Just shoot me."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll shoot you to death?" Lan Xin sneered.
"If you can shoot me to death even if you are injured, then I will consider myself unlucky if you are shot to death." Zhao Yuan held a black-backed long knife in his hand, stepped back dozens of steps, and laughed.
"Humph, be careful!"
Lan Xin supported her body, endured the pain in her arms, raised the long bow, and put the arrow cut from a tree branch on the bow. However, she did not pull the bowstring, but looked at Zhao Yuan quietly, the pair of blue arrows
His eyes became extremely deep.
Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan also observed Lan Xin, silently reciting the formula for Yi Jian's technique in his heart.
Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger arose, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious predator.
move!
Without thinking, Zhao Yuan's body suddenly moved sideways, and "whoosh", a black shadow passed by.
There was an extremely quiet moment in the desert.
Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan with a calm expression, with a look of shock on her face. She could not have imagined that Zhao Yuan could really avoid his sharp arrows.
"Continue!" Zhao Yuan said calmly.
"What's the difference?" Monk Tianxin asked.
"It is similar to the 'quiet' in the realm of brute force." Zhao Yuan's clear eyes stared closely at Lan Xin, who was like a sculpture. He felt that Lan Xin was brewing an emotion.
"Between heaven and earth, there are thousands of ways to cultivate Taoism, but they all lead to the same goal. There are many methods of cultivation, and their methods are similar. The monk has long known that the art of Yi Jian is just to deceive ordinary people.
."
"No!"
Zhao Yuan's gaze suddenly became as sharp as a blade.
"What's the difference?"
"This is not archery."
"What is it?"
"It's the secret method of cultivation...I can't say...a very strange feeling. I feel that she is using a mysterious power to restrain me, making me unable to move...I understand...I understand..." Zhao Yuan wiped
I glanced at the beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and suddenly felt ecstatic.
"What did you find?"
"... Haha... Amazing... It really is amazing..." A faint precious light lingered on Zhao Yuan's face. Zhao Yuan himself didn't know that this was the sign of understanding in the world of cultivation.
When ordinary people understand a certain thing, they will have strange phenomena in their bodies, such as a flushed face, accelerated heartbeat, etc. In the world of cultivation, when a certain magical power is understood, there will usually be some subtle abnormalities.
, for example, every time Zhao Yuan realizes something now, his five senses will be surrounded by precious light.
Lan Xin's blue eyes were extremely sharp.
"stretch"
The branch turned into a shadow and shot towards Zhao Yuan.
When the branch shot out, Lan Xin suddenly regretted it. She was worried that Zhao Yuan could not resist the arrow.
"Peng"
The black-backed long sword flew like lightning.
Lan Xin's worries were unnecessary. The branch hit the blade of the black-backed long knife. Under the huge impact, the branch turned into a cloud of wood powder, flying in the air with a terrifying sound.
"Again!" The two arrows had no effect. Lan Xin became a little angry. She endured the severe pain in her arm and picked up another branch to shoot.
"That's enough."
Zhao Yuan dusted himself off and returned to where he was.
"That's enough... you... have you learned it?" Lan Xin asked stammering.
"Your wound is broken and needs to be bandaged again."
Zhao Yuan did not answer Lan Xin's question. He walked to Lan Xin and unwrapped Lan Xin's wound. Because of the excessive force in shooting the arrow, a lot of blood oozed from the wound. Zhao Yuan cleaned the wound and applied some muscle-stimulating powder.
, and the bandaging is completed again.
"Do you feel better?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"It's better." Lan Xin endured the excruciating pain and gritted her teeth.
"Can we hit the road?"
"Can."
"Well, by the way, how far is your tribe from here?"
"If you walk from the desert, it's more than two hundred miles. If you walk from the edge of the black forest, it's about three hundred miles..."
"Okay, we'll be here in two hours at most."
"Two hours!" Lan Xin looked blank.
"Of course, now, you have two choices. First, I will hold you, and second, I will carry you. You don't have to answer in a hurry. Think about it first. It will be very bumpy if you run on your back. However, holding you
If you do, you will inevitably be frivolous by me..."
"Carry it."
"Absolutely?" Zhao Yuan smiled.
"Absolutely!" Lan Xin replied resolutely.
"Okay, come up!" Zhao Yuan tidied up and half-crouched in front of Lan Xin.
"You can really run to our tribe in two hours?" Lan Xin endured the pain and climbed onto Zhao Yuan's shoulder, holding onto Zhao Yuan's neck with one hand and grabbing the huge handle of the black-backed long knife with the other.
Lan Xin has always been a bit arrogant and looked down on Zhao Yuan. She always believed that Zhao Yuan was just an ordinary figure in the world.
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