Chapter 174: A Thousand Volumes of Books with Small Words in the Window Half a Lifetime of Old Age and Idle Mind

"I can sense that you have murderous intentions towards Ye Yang, the master of both swords and sabers. If you want, I can kill him by force."

"Otherwise, when it grows up, it will become a hindrance to us."

Luo Changsheng didn't say anything, but thought of Ye Yang's earth-shattering knife.

That knife cut through time and aged his face.

He reached out and touched his gray hair, realizing at that moment that time was passing by.

He did have the intention to kill. He would not allow anything so powerful that could threaten him to emerge.

But thinking of the previous agreement with Ye Yang, he finally did not take action out of compassion.

"Young Master, you have been obsessed with swords all your life. This time, the old master wants you to know that there are other things in this world besides swords."

"If you want to transcend the world and reach the highest level of cultivation, in addition to having talent, you must also understand the ways of the world, know how to deal with threats openly and secretly, and know how to nip threats in the bud."

"After weighing the pros and cons, if you have the intention to kill, go ahead and do it. Even if I kill him on the spot, no one will dare to say anything."

Luo Changsheng nodded

"Although I have murderous intentions, I don't have much of a life-and-death conflict with him. Even though his swordsmanship is powerful, I don't believe that my Sword of All Things and Nature is inferior to his."

Upon hearing this, the Purple-faced Immortal stopped talking.

After waiting for a while, Luo Changsheng asked again with some confusion.

"Uncle Ta, why did you tell Feitianmen about your insights into breaking through to the realm of a real person? I don't think anyone in Feitianmen has the qualifications to break through to the realm of a real person."

"Young Master, we have come all the way here. Do you think that you were able to challenge more than 300 sects without being defeated, and travel to the East, the South, overseas, Yalongling and many other places, because of your father's reputation?"

Luo Changsheng nodded, and then said: "Of course, my father's cultivation is unparalleled, and everyone has to give him some face."

Purple Face Master shook his head slightly: "This is only one reason. These more than 300 sects are big and small, but they have all treated us as guests all the way."

"No matter what, we were able to get out of this unscathed because we gave them enough respect and what they wanted."

"I understand these principles, but they are only applicable to large sects."

"This Feitian Sect has neither a sky-reaching formation to cover it nor any cultivators at the level of a real person. I think the Sect Master Gu is just a perfect warrior. How can he be worthy of such attention?"

"Don't underestimate the heroes of the world. Although that person has only reached the perfect martial arts realm, he has cultivated both the Taoist and demonic energies, has considerable combat power, and has an ancient and exotic inner elixir in his hand."

"Inside the sect protection formation, with the help of the meridian-suppressing treasure and fellow disciples, even ordinary True Person Realm experts will find it difficult to defeat him. That's why I'm taking you away quickly."

"But, you just said that it would be okay even if we killed Ye Yang, the master of both swords and knives."

"Young Master, this is not a conflict. You should be strong when you need to be strong, and you should be weak when you need to be weak."

"This way, we can manipulate others and this is also a wonderful way to control people."

When Luo Changsheng heard this, he felt it made sense.

Even someone as strong as his father often had to compromise and do things he was unwilling to do.

The art of controlling people is an indispensable skill for the children of big families like them.

……

The earth awakens and the spring breeze blows across the mountains.

In Feitian Gate, the spring breeze blows through the tender bamboos, stretching for thousands of miles, swaying and hiding the sound. The wind flows in the evening pavilion, and the sky is filled with purple smoke.

Ye Yang was lying on his side in the Shouzhu Pavilion. When he had broken through to the second level of the sword art and practiced sword skills into silk, his sword energy was so strong that he accidentally cut off the stone pillar of the Shouzhu Pavilion.

This stone pillar was later exchanged by people from Tiangong Temple.

He was playing with a red dragon pearl carefully in his hand.

The dragon bead was the size of an egg, but round all over, emitting a faint red light. He then took out a small red knife from his body, and his fortune continued, as if it was a wound from heaven.

These two items seem to be related. According to the mysterious fortune teller in the longevity barrier, this lucky red knife is one of the lucky time set. Based on this speculation, the dragon bead is naturally also one of them.

After thinking for a long time, Ye Yang was still unable to use it.

According to Na Luo Changsheng, this dragon bead seems to be able to transform a person's breath and create a certain illusion, otherwise the other party would not have said that this thing can transform into the shape of broken tendons and veins.

He tried to inject his own magic power into it.

The Eight Transformations of the Heavenly Toad rolled down, and the surrounding void twisted. A scorching breath emanated from the Fortune Dragon Pearl, burning the surrounding air into mist.

A special and mysterious aura spread between heaven and earth at the moment when the Jiaozhu appeared to change.

The lucky red knife in Ye Yang's hand kept shaking, and an invisible force enveloped his whole body.

Ye Yang mobilized his whole body's energy, imagining the miserable situation of his tendons and veins being broken and unable to make progress in his cultivation. A weak and feeble spiritual power actually appeared in his body, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes. This Jiaozhu was really magical. Just now, he actually felt that his tendons and veins were broken and he was seriously injured. Even his face turned pale.

In fact, the magic power in his body was rolling down like a river, without being affected at all.

He raised his right hand and gently placed it on the tendons of his left hand. He felt that his tendons were weak and discontinuous, and indeed they were in pieces.

Ye Yang was quite excited after figuring out the usage of the Jiaozhu. This meant that no one would be able to see through his disguise again in a short period of time.

There were several old books on the stone table, and a small bronze lamp was burning. Xiu Ya picked up a piece of dried pear leaf with a wooden clip and lit it quietly. The fragrance lingered, green smoke rose, and the whole yard was filled with sweetness.

In this comfortable environment, he actually had no worries at all. He just gently waved the feather fan, felt the spring breeze, and closed his eyes to rest.

Xiu Ya saw that he had fallen asleep and couldn't bear to disturb him, so she quickly found a snow-white fox fur coat from the house and put it on him.

One person slowly retreated.

The dried pear incense slowly ignited, the smoke disappeared, and Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes. His mind was clear, and suddenly a sentence came to his mind.

"Ten thousand volumes of small words in the bright window, only spots are left in my eyes; a column of smoke has gone out, the fire has cooled, and I have lived half my life with an old body and a carefree heart."

"If you have nothing to worry about, it's a good time in the world."

He stood up, feeling this hard-earned moment of relaxation, realizing the natural spring breeze, and slowly walked out of the courtyard alone.

On the other side, in the open-air bluestone field, a group of newly recruited disciples of Feitian Sect were practicing hard.

Yu Qingshan held a knife in his right hand and a sword in his left hand, and was waving them in the moonlight.

He regarded his powerful cousin, with whom he had little contact, as his target, so at the beginning of his practice, he immediately chose to practice both sword and saber.

He ran and sprinted, his body leaping up and down like a spirited ape, dodging the wooden figures and stone walls around him while constantly displaying his sword and knife skills. For a moment, the wind blew and the sand moved all around, creating a magnificent scene.

"Junior Brother Qingshan is indeed hardworking. After hearing that he is from the upper echelons of Feitian Sect, even though his comprehension is a little lacking, his persistence is truly admirable."

Not far behind Yu Qingshan was a female cultivator, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she had not yet grown up, she was very beautiful. She was wearing a moon-white long dress, with her hair loose and tied in a simple bun.

She was as cold as ice, and her whole body looked like a silver sword, flickering faintly in the moonlight, and on her back was a broken sword, which made her look inexplicably fierce, as if she was a dormant ferocious beast. At this moment, I was quite impressed.

"Junior Sister Huo, practicing diligently is certainly useful, but you must know that in this world, there are many things that cannot be changed by hard work."

"Just like your Tongyue Sword Body, one day of practice is equivalent to ten days of hard practice for others. Even if he works harder, how can he compare to you?"

"For example, my innate power of the Giant Whale Sword is unparalleled, and I am naturally good at using the sword. How can those cultivators who have not awakened their innate powers compare to me?"

Next to Huo Bingshuang was a slightly older male cultivator, with a burly build, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was wearing a short shirt and looked like a living bear.

He had quite a bit of admiration for Huo Bingshuang and introduced himself.

"My father asked me to learn swordsmanship, and I have already mastered some of the essence of swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that there is still a big gap between me and my junior sister in a fight."

Huo Bingshuang shook her head. "Brother Yang, you are too polite. People say that learning never ends. On the path of cultivation, no matter whether one is gifted or not, everyone is practicing diligently. Anyone who has the courage to pursue the path of immortality deserves respect."

The man nodded: "Of course it is so."

Huo Bingshuang brandished a long sword that flashed with electric light and was actually able to draw the moonlight. Her body had a faint glow, worthy of the name of Tongyue Sword Body.

After waving it for a while, she continued, "People say that hard work can't beat destiny, but that's not necessarily true."

"Have you ever heard of Ye, the guardian of both sword and knife? He is famous for his hard work in cultivation, training in the hottest days of summer and the coldest days of winter. I heard that his aptitude is not good, and his comprehension talent is average. His cultivation is only at the high level of the yellow rank..."

"He is just an average disciple among that batch of disciples, but he practices diligently and makes progress every day. Even many geniuses are no match for him."

"I also heard that he was in the Longevity Boundary, killing small monsters in the northern border with his sword, and once killed a blood-tear eye butterfly with one sword, causing it to retreat dozens of miles and leave in fear."

The young man heard this and said, "Protector Ye's hard work and perseverance in practice are well known in the sect. But Junior Sister, how many people do you think can be as persistent as Protector Ye?"

The young man's name is Yang Zhen. He is the son of a casual cultivator who was recruited from outside by Feitian Sect some time ago. After entering Feitian Sect, he practiced together with the other disciples of Feitian Sect.

He is a little older and his cultivation level is higher, having reached the fifth level of Tongqi.

However, after fighting with Huo Bingshuang, he was completely defeated. Only then did he realize that the opponent was the owner of the Tongyue Sword Body, which had been famous in Feitian Sect for a long time. In addition, Huo Bingshuang was cold and beautiful, so he admired her quite a bit.

These days he noticed that Huo Bingshuang was quite concerned about Yu Qingshan, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he retorted.

　Two Poems on Burning Incense by Huang Luzhi

　　Su Shi
　　The four-line verse for burning incense spreads throughout the southeast along with the incense.

　　It is beyond the reach of hearing and thinking, so let’s first meditate on it through nose observation.

　　Thousands of small words in the bright windows, only colorful spots dazzle the eyes.

　　A stick of cigarette extinguishes the fire, half a lifetime of old age and idleness

　　
　
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