Chapter 1135 Meteor White Feather Points to the Sky
He easily opened Yu Xinzhu's shoulders, and Yan Yan looked at Yu Xinzhu with a look.
Yan Yan's eyes were pitch black, as firm and powerful as her words:
"How can your sword be ruthless? If your sword is ruthless, how can Ayun go to the banquet without fear of life and death?"
"If your sword is ruthless, how could it help more than a hundred white mist monks break the fox demon trap the mountain?"
"If your sword is ruthless, how could I die for you?"
"Xinzhu, your sword is your sword, Uncle Yu's sword is Uncle Yu's sword, the sword shape is similar, but the sword intention is different!"
Yu Xinzhu looked at Yan Yan quietly for several breaths, and suddenly turned around, flew like a sword light and jumped back to the Taoist altar.
Standing on the high Taoist altar, Yu Xinzhu's voice was clear:
"We use our sword to practice, cultivate the way of heaven and earth, and cultivate the way of heaven. The sky is vast and never fades, and the earth is far and never exhausted. When it falls on our cultivators, we still need to return to the way of humanity in the end."
"The way of heaven will last forever, relying on the way of nature, there are very few people who can break free from the cycle of reincarnation after a hundred years of practice, but our civilization is far away, what can we rely on forever?"
After asking this sentence, Yu Xinzhu turned her eyes to the pairs of excited or expectant gazes below.
Looking at those gazes, Yu Xinzhu suddenly showed a gentle smile on her face: "It's love!"
"The inheritance of family education is based on the love of father and son, the inheritance of the master and disciple, the inheritance of the country, and the trust of the wise king and the pillars of the country, relying on the support of one million troops, the reliance of the son and the respect of the father."
"We use swords to enter the Tao, and we can also rely on swords to achieve love by relying on swords. In this way, we are both extremely trustworthy and righteous and understand the worldly feelings. The way of the world is nothing more than experience in practice and worldly feelings. Only in this way can we combine the two."
After Yu Xinzhu finished speaking, a monk below suddenly asked loudly: "The cold blade is a heartless thing, how can you rely on it to express your emotions?"
Everyone's eyes once again focused on Yu Xinzhu.
Yu Xinzhu smiled calmly and replied: "Although the Han Bian is a heartless thing, it is the most heartless than the sentimental one. You need to understand it yourself."
"A good sentence is the most ruthless than affectionate!"
Someone stood up below and shouted, and more monks shouted for Yu Xinzhu. For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue was unprecedentedly noisy.
Yan Yan said loudly: "Yes, how ruthless is born as a human being? If the heaven has feelings, the heaven will grow old!"
As soon as these words came out, even Yu Song, Yu Meizi, Geng Tong, below, and Old Man He who was sitting on the stone plank road all gathered their eyes.
Just as Yan Yan threw this statement, a golden lotus inlaid with flame cloud patterns appeared in front of her and wrapped around her body slowly spiraled around her.
"That is the image of Tao! Achieve the Tao! This girl just now proved the Tao!"
The whole question hall was once again boiling.
Yumei and Yu Song stood up one after another. Even Old Man He who was sitting outside couldn't help but turn back to the scene and looked at Yan Yan in the void.
"Even the heavens admit it. Tian Ruo has a love for Tian Yi, it's so good to say!"
Seeing Yan Yan's proof, Yu Xinzhu was not anxious but was happy for Yan Yan.
Tong Yanyao looked at each other, Yu Xinzhu withdrew her gaze and suddenly raised her right arm to the sky: "If the sky has feelings, the sky will grow old, and the meteor white feathers point to the sky."
After saying that, she raised her head, looked deep into the blue sky and said with a noise: "Ask, are you in love?"
"Friendly!"
Sword love, see love
"Boom..."
When Yu Xinzhu finally ended up with a question from the sky;
When the last piece of Shixiang in the bronze cauldron fell;
The sky is far away, the sky is silent, and there is no cloud in the sky. Suddenly, the sound of shocking thunder is heard.
Yu Xinzhu finally used the three-foot invitation sword in her hand and knocked on the door of the Heavenly Dao.
By using emotions to prove the sword’s way, Yu Xinzhu’s sword takes a detachment but is verified by the Taoist method.
At this point, the first meeting of the Taoist temple, the swordsmanship, presided over by Jiange was the first meeting!
At this time, in the field, the thunder rolling in the blue sky and the golden lotus around them shine brightly.
Yan Yan looked up at Yu Xinzhu on the platform, and finally couldn't help but turn red.
Yu Xinzhu, who was standing on the high platform, was already covered in tears.
Standing in the seat of Director of the Jiange, Yu Song slowly let go of his hands hanging beside him, his palm was covered in cold sweat, and there was also water in his eyes.
Yu Song didn't hide it, and bowed to Mr. Yumei on the VIP seat next to him, with a tremolo voice transmission: "Thanks to Mr. today."
The words that Mr. Yumei guided Yan Yan step by step just now were naturally heard based on Yu Song's practice.
But in such a situation, in front of all the monks in the world, he could not ask for help from Yan Yan.
Once the question fails, Yu Xinzhu will inevitably be implicated, and he cannot let Yan Yan take such a big risk.
Mr. Yumei smiled and shook his head: "The person the Pavilion Master should thank is not me, the useless old man, because he is Miss Yan."
"This woman is wise and brave, and her future is limitless!"
This is from Geng Tong.
He said to the old man He who was returning to the river.
Old Man He didn't say anything, just stared at Yan Yan with his clear eyes.
The questioning was over, and the monks who were observing below were still talking about what they had realized, and they were reluctant to leave.
Yu Xinzhu and Yanyan have been surrounded by the Jiange people and rested in the pavilion.
Geng Tong gave a slight salute to the old man He beside him and asked with a smile: "Honest He is not leaving?"
Old Man He didn't say a word from beginning to end, but stood there in a fixed position.
Geng Tong knew that the old man had a strange temper, so he let him stand here, throwing out his big root carving cup and leaving Jiange.
After leaving Jiange, Geng Tong habitually returned to Changsheng Pavilion, but he stopped just after walking a short distance.
Looking into the direction of Changsheng Pavilion from afar, Geng Tong's thick black eyebrows frowned.
Xiao Zhuzi asked today, and now she was going back and was determined to hit the elder brother and blew his beard and stared at him.
Geng Tong felt that he would have a headache whenever he thought of Rong Mochou now.
Feeling that someone was following him, Geng Tong turned around and saw his disciple Sun Yujian following from afar.
This child probably wanted to send him back to Changsheng Pavilion, probably because his sword control speed was too slow to catch up with his Root Diaozang.
The round-faced disciple Sun really caught up slowly after Geng Tong stopped and spoke politely to Geng Tong:
"I respectfully send you to the master and ancestors."
Geng Tong looked at the little disciple and felt very pleasant, and suddenly became interested. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go and drink with your master and ancestor."
After saying that, regardless of whether the child was happy or not, he picked up the disciple and placed it on his own root carving cup.
The Root Diaozhan was dizzy in the little disciple's head. In the blink of an eye, he had already left Tianbei Island and entered Hemingjunji City.
Until she sat next to the dining table in the restaurant, the little disciple, who finally managed to resist the strong vomiting, was trembling when she poured wine for Geng Tong with a white face, but she finally couldn't help but say:
"Master and Zuzu seem to be in a good mood."
He remembered that when Master Zuzu first came to Jiange, he seemed to be in a bad mood and had a little irritable temper.
Geng Tong blurted out without thinking, "Ask the great success of Jiandao is a good thing for our Tianbei Island, of course your master and ancestor are in a good mood."
After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass in one sip.
The little disciple quickly added another one, and his round and fat face smiled: "By the way, the little pavilion master is so fierce at such a young age, he can be called a role model for us."
Geng Tong frowned and realized that the child's "so fierce" meaning was powerful, not that Yu Xinzhu was really fierce.
Hey, this place has an accent...
Geng Tong scratched his head: "Where are you from?"
The little disciples quickly bowed to the West: "Return to the words of the master, the hometown of my younger generation is the fertile land in Sichuan, the capital of the Heavenly Mansion."