Tianlong Jianzun

Chapter 123: Do you listen to grandpa?
Wan Xuegui began to seriously explain the profound meaning of "Wan Nian Yi Xin Jian Jue".

Ye Tianling is very confident.

He possesses Dugu Qiubai's lifelong knowledge of swordsmanship, and his essence, soul, heaven and man are one, and his peerless sword master's hegemonic bloodline is fully activated.

In his opinion, the mere "Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart Sword Art" that can guide Wanxuegui is not yet within reach.

"I am so arrogant, and even the supreme sword master - the Emperor Qi Sword Body. How can I just fool around with a few words and still not be convinced by those who have lost their blood? Besides, with my supreme wisdom and peerless understanding, this After Wan Xuegui explained the secret of the "Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart Sword Art", I was able to understand it thoroughly on the spot, give him pointers on the spot, and collect the information on the "Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart Sword Art" at the same time."

Ye Tianling thought in his mind, and then listened absently to Wan Xuegui's story.

After finishing the first paragraph of mysteries, Ye Tianling felt a little stupid.

He looked dumbfounded: Didn't you understand?Grandpa, I’m so awesome, but I can’t understand?Is there any mistake?

"Ahem, wait a minute, something's not right, you start over...why was it wrong from the beginning?"

Ye Tianling was a little suspicious, and then he took a deep breath and activated the dragon blood in his body. The kendo physical aura of the Imperial Qi Sword Body began to show the corresponding spirituality.

Ye Tianling became serious.

Naturally, Wanxue Gui would not have any dissatisfaction. When Ye Tianling called him out, he became even more excited: The ancestor is the ancestor, and he is just good to him. He is so considerate, so careful, and takes every detail so seriously.

Wan Xuegui was so moved that he almost cried.

At the moment, he once again condensed the "Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart Sword Art".

"All thoughts originate from the heart, and if the heart is condensed, it can control all things. All things are swords, and the heart can control ten thousand swords. With the heart of ten thousand thoughts, the heart of ten thousand swords can be realized. With the heart of ten thousand swords, the spirit of ten thousand swords can be made . Use the spirit of ten thousand swords to become the soul of ten thousand swords."

Wan Xuegui told the story, and then worked hard to do so.

But from Ye Tianling's point of view, Wanxuegui's technique was so lame and useless.

No matter how Ye Tianling looked at it, why did he feel awkward?

Ye Tianling curled his lips and said: "Then, use the soul of ten thousand swords to become the soul of ten thousand swords. Use the soul of ten thousand swords to become the void of ten thousand swords. Use the void of ten thousand swords to become the calamity of ten thousand swords?"

Wanxuegui was immediately filled with surprises, nodded crazily, and said, "Yes, ancestor, so our family's technique is correct?"

Ye Tianling stroked his forehead, and his mind was like thousands of horses galloping past: Which technique was created by a mentally retarded person?

Ye Tianling could only say: I have grabbed a lot of theoretical skills like this. They are all mushy rubbish!

Ye Tianling knew the reason for his confusion - it wasn't that the "Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart Sword Jue" was so good, nor was it that he had poor understanding, but that the "Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart Sword Jue" was a complete rubbish.

It's rubbish. Ye Tianling's random theory is enough to turn his "step-by-step" and "step-by-step" theories into rubbish.

"grandfather."

Wan Xuegui looked at Ye Tianling carefully, with a look of expectation on his face, and his eyes were particularly fanatical: Grandpa is grandpa, he even understands the "Sword Art of Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart" so clearly.

Ye Tianling's face really showed disappointment and he said: "You can throw away this crappy sword technique."

Wan Xuegui was dumbfounded and said, "Ah? Grandpa? Lost? Lost?"

Ye Tianling said: "Well, it's useless. Even if you practice to the top, you won't reach a high level."

Wan Xuegui was dumbfounded again: "But, if you don't practice this, grandson, what else can you practice? That Shura killing way... grandson, you still haven't understood it at all. In the blood inheritance, for the time being, There is no skill..."

Ye Tianling was speechless. Seeing Wan Xuegui's pitiful look, he felt a little sympathetic.

Now that he had deceived this person into nothing, even his extremely confident skills had been 'ruined'. Thinking about it, it was really a sin.

Ye Tianling glanced at Wan Xuegui with cold eyes.

This look made Wan Xuegui's heart skip a beat, and his expression immediately became respectful, like a child who had made a mistake, standing obediently and not daring to speak. "Grandpa, do you listen to what I say?"

Ye Tianling said.

"Grandpa's words, good grandson, listen, listen, listen!"

Wan Xuegui immediately responded respectfully.

Ye Tianling nodded and said: "Well, then I won't comment on "The Sword Art of Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart". I will just give you my opinion. If you can seize the opportunity, it is your chance. If you can't, Grandpa, I won't bother to care about you. Yes. You are really amazing at the "Ten Thousand Thoughts and One Heart Sword Technique" that was once so powerful, but now you actually comprehend and understand it like this?"

Ye Tianling's tone was very dissatisfied.

Wan Xuegui immediately knelt down and kowtowed, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

Ye Tianling did not stop him, but paced back and forth for a moment with his hands behind his back.

"All blood belongs to my grandson."

"Grandson is here."

"Do you know what a sword is, what is the way of the sword, what is the heart of the sword, what is the spirit of the sword, what is the soul of the sword, and what is the soul of the sword?"

"From my grandson's understanding, the sword is a weapon. The way of the sword is the ultimate way of our monks. The heart of the sword is the heart of the way of the sword. The spirit of the sword is the transformation of the heart of the sword and condenses into a spirit, possessing spirituality. The soul of the sword is the transformation of the soul into a soul, which can be independent And exists. The sword soul is the further transformation of the sword soul."

Wanxuegui's satisfactory answer made Ye Tianling unable to complain.

This is basically a framework understanding.

With this understanding, it's no wonder Wanxuegui can't make any further progress - if he could make progress, sows would be able to climb trees.

Ye Tianling felt a little sad in his heart - there was no one else with Wan Xue Gui's IQ.

However, if he hadn't been so intelligent, he wouldn't have been so easy to deceive.

Ye Tianling started to make random nonsense and said, "You are right, but you are not right either."

Wanxuegui listened with all his ears and was extremely attentive. Hearing the words, he was immediately filled with anticipation and looked at Ye Tianling with even more ardent eyes.

Ye Tianling put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky, and looked very arrogant and arrogant.

At this time, he thought that he was so handsome that it alarmed the gods, and he was so cool that it eclipsed the heavens and the earth.

"Well, don't think I'm handsome, Grandpa."

Ye Tianling chuckled.

"Well...Grandpa, doesn't your neck feel sore when you raise your head like this? The sky is so dark, and there's nothing interesting to see."

Wan Xuegui honestly expressed his doubts.

Hearing this, Ye Tianling staggered, and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood - with your IQ, you don't know how to appreciate the charm of my grandpa!
"Ahem, you are right about your understanding of swordsmanship. That's because all swordsmanship monks think so. But grandpa, I think it is wrong, and there is a reason."

Ye Tianling said.

Wan Xuegui was impatient when he heard this - at critical moments, Grandpa always hesitated to speak, which made his impatient man feel the urge to vomit blood.

Ye Tianling did not delay any further at this moment, but instead threw on a theory and said, "As you said, the sword is a weapon? Yes, the sword is a weapon, but the sword is not a weapon either."

Wan Xuegui looked confused.

Sword, not a weapon?

If a sword is not a weapon, how can it still be a Taoist companion or a mount?
(End of this chapter)