Yu Xinzhu could recite the sternly for more than 100 volumes of kendo lecture notes written by Yu Songwan.
In these more than 100 volumes of lecture notes, there are hundreds of explanations about Yu Song’s personal understanding.
Yu Xinzhu memorized the explanations of the kendo written by her father.
She had thought before that among her father's many views on kendo, there were one or two things that were not clearly explained. She could expand the explanation or complete the incompleteness. These small loopholes that were filled by her father's high-level view are also strictly considered her.
The achievements you have realized.
After all, my father's lecture notes are extensive and profound. If he wants to surpass his father's understanding of kendo, even if the old island master comes to the pavilion in person, he may not be able to discover new ideas.
At least she had realized something herself. She was standing on her father's shoulders, and the starting point height was naturally different than that of ordinary sword cultivators. It was not easy for others to fill it a little.
That's what Yu Xinzhu planned before climbing to the Taoist temple.
However, when Yu Xinzhu almost explained her father's morality, she realized that the morality established by her father was not only exquisite, but also had detailed and complete arguments, almost perfect, without any flaws.
This shows how rigorous my father is in his conduct and how harsh his studies are.
Yu Xinzhu admired her father's spirit very much.
At the same time, it also made Yu Xinzhu suffer in great pain.
This means that she has no way to take advantage of the situation to unfold her own discussion.
In other words, there is no room for her to get into it!
Although the monks who came downstairs to observe and ask were extremely serious at this moment, the whole atmosphere was still solemn and quiet.
But Yu Xinzhu knew in her heart that the reason why everyone listened seriously was that she was attracted by her father's profound moral content and had nothing to do with herself.
No matter how wonderful she said, the way of heaven had no response, it confirmed that these contents were already available in Jiange, their father's, and not hers.
After talking for half an hour, she was just a book mover at most.
But after she talked about this, she needed to really come up with new things that she had realized, and only in this way would she have the opportunity to succeed in asking.
However, the more he described his father's morality, the more desperate Yu Xinzhu's mood was.
My father was such a perfect sword cultivator. This not only made the heartless Yu Xinzhu anxious, but also made her feel ashamed.
Not only was Yu Xinzhu feeling a little depressed, but her self-esteem was shattered by her father's excellence.
What's worse is that the most exquisite lecture notes in Jiange are about to be finished. Even though I have heard these lecture notes, the monks who come to observe and ask questions are no longer a fool.
But if she hadn't spoken out of her own things, she would have been defeated in this question.
If she loses this question, she will not only have no future, but will also implicate her father and Jiange.
Yu Xinzhu could even imagine that once the Jiandao was defeated in this battle, Rong Mochou would not only have sufficient reasons to drive her out of Jiange and out of Tianbei Island.
He even took this as an opportunity to make things difficult for his father and Jiange!
Yu Xinzhu had thought of this consequence before, but she felt that it would not be difficult for her to understand a little bit of her own things based on her father's vast morality.
She is still too naive.
When Yu Xinzhu truly stood on the altar of questioning and recited his father's morality to the monks all over the world, he truly realized it.
What she wants to say should be a righteous principle that is comparable to her father's morality, so that she can open the door to the law of heaven.
However, the morality of my father is about to be finished.
The fragrance on the opposite side is getting shorter and shorter.
But she had no idea, and because she was too nervous, her mood became more and more chaotic...
Yu Xinzhu's throat was a little dry. Because she was anxious, she forgot to moisturize it with spiritual energy, and the sound she made was a little hoarse.
The disciples of Jiange looked up nervously at their little pavilion master.
Yu Song, who had been expressionless, put his hands on his knees and tightened his hands, and the veins on the back of his hands burst out.
In the Changsheng Pavilion
After leaving Geng Tong, Rong Mochou, who was sitting alone, looked on Yu Xinzhu's increasingly anxious face, and no longer concealed her pride in her heart, and she smiled unscrupulously.
Yu Xinzhu, this is all your own question!
Only one tenth of Shika was left, and another piece of ashes fell.
Just when everyone had already started whispering again because they had vaguely guessed that the swordsmanship would be bad today.
From the Taoist altar, a clear and clear voice suddenly came:
"Dare you sure you have a love for the little Pavilion Master?"
This sound suddenly rang.
I was confused by Yu Xinzhu on the Taoist altar.
I also asked the monks in the world that were confused.
In the neat and ignorant expressions of everyone, the green light shrouded in it was broken, and another Taoist altar slowly rose from the observation table, and rose to the same as Jiangge Taoist altar.
Yu Xinzhu's eyes widened in disbelief.
Opposite her was Yan Yan who was asking the Taoist temple exactly the same as her.
If it weren't for the sudden realization that there were still cultivators sitting down below, Yu Xinzhu would almost blurt out: "What are you doing here?"
But Yan Yan, who was opposite her, smiled charmingly and naturally elegantly, just like she should have stood here.
He smiled gently at the stunned Yu Xinzhu, and Yan Yan asked: "Little Pavilion Master, you haven't answered my question just now. Is there any love for the sword?"
"sword……"
Yu Xinzhu looked at Yan Yan calmly and replied slowly: "Only Shenyi, no matter how much you care about."
Because my father's sword meaning says, "The sword adheres to the style of a gentleman, presides over the right path, and is like a gentleman."
Yu Xinzhu felt that such a sword should be ruthless.
Yan Yan then asked with a smile: "I ask the little Pavilion Master again, if I am a person without cultivation, I will be crushed to pieces when I jumped from the high platform. Will the little Pavilion Master save me?"
Yu Xinzhu didn't understand.
She didn't understand what Yan Yan was going to do, so she didn't answer this time.
Yan Yan smiled, suddenly retracted the spiritual energy around her body, and jumped from the high Taoist altar and fell suddenly.
"Ayan!"
Yu Xinzhu's pupils shrank suddenly, and she didn't care about asking. She jumped, and she fell down the platform and quickly chased Yan Yan who was on the ground.
Just as Yu Xinzhu hugged Yan Yan's waist with an ugly face, successfully preventing her from falling rapidly as if she had committed suicide, Yan Yan also held Yu Xinzhu's shoulder with both hands.
Two women faced each other, one blue and one white, spiraled in the air.
Yan Yan said something to Yu Xinzhu in the constant falling void:
"Xinzhu, if you say you are ruthless, I will never see you again in my life."
When Yu Xinzhu heard the words from Yanyan, her heart suddenly felt aching and she blurted out regardless: "I have feelings, I have it!"
Yan Yan's voice was like a storm and asked:
"Since you have affection, why is your sword ruthless?"
Yu Xinzhu burst into tears: "I have feelings, and my sword has feelings!"
Yan Yan asked three questions: "Since your sword has feelings, can your sword art have feelings?"
Yu Xinzhu's tears were still hanging on her cheeks, but when she heard this deafening question, her whole expression instantly froze.
Through the tears in his eyes, Yu Xinzhu looked at Yan Yan's quiet eyes opposite, and after frowned hard and thought.
Finally, he said softly: "My Word also has feelings."
As soon as she said this, there was a faint sound of heaven coming from the "rumble" in the world.
"Wow—"
The monks who heard the Tao below were instantly uproared and all stood up.
Many people shouted in unison: "Daoyin, Daoyin, Daoyin!"
Yan Yan smiled.
Yu Xinzhu cried even more fiercely.
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Today, this chapter is finally written. There is a distant thunder outside my window. Thank you for the monthly ticket that remains unchanged with the fate. Finally, it is a little earlier. Thank you for your encouragement. Good night