You can only use the same sword move, isn't that just fighting for true essence?

Cheng Qian almost didn't make him laugh angrily - I feel that this senior Wen is also a little disrespectful, and he actually proposed to fight with himself. What is the difference between an adult and a four- or five-year-old child?

Really stinky shameless out of bounds.

Chapter 46

Cheng Qian couldn't help but choked: "My cultivation base is low, and when I can break the three distractions of the seniors with one sword, not to mention my senior brothers and their bones are so cold that they will freeze, I am afraid that I will starve to death here first - Wen Senior, please speak some truth."

Wen Ya was unmoved at all, he glanced at Cheng Qian, the young man was either angry, unwilling, ambitious, or full of depression, his heart was always less firm and hard, and his eyebrows were always easy to bear the cause. Cheng Qian was a very ordinary person at this point.

Wen Ya hit him mercilessly and said, "So, you can't even break my distraction, and you still want to fight with Zhou Hanzheng? What? Are you dreaming?"

Cheng Qian was about to argue when Wen Ya waved her hand and interrupted him aggressively again: "Reviving the sect, if you really want to revive the sect, the best thing to do now is to find a place to hide and practice hard for three or four hundred years. I see that you simply don't dare to take on heavy responsibilities alone, so you just rush forward regardless of anything!"

The corners of Cheng Qian's eyes twitched fiercely, and then he picked up the Frost Blade Sword and said indifferently, "Senior is right, but I don't want to take the aggressive approach."

Wen Ya thought to herself, this is a stone in a thatched pit. It is stinky and hard. If you don't teach it, you can't do it.

So his three distracting shadows jumped into the air suddenly, surrounding Cheng Qian in the middle.

Taking the first shot in front of the juniors, it can be seen that there is no morality and integrity in this shopkeeper Wen.

Cheng Qian swarmed the three distractions like a scroll of frost blades in his hand, and the sword energy stirred up the calm sea water next to the sea reef. There was a huge tremor under his feet, and Wen Ya's three distractions cooperated with each other, forming a huge light curtain in the air from a commanding height, and fell towards Cheng Qian like a fishing net.

The sword qi and the giant net collided in mid-air, and with a "boom" sound, the reef was shaken and the rocks flew around, almost falling apart on the spot.

Wen Ya's deity sat on the spot, hurriedly stretched out her hand and clenched a hand, protecting the reef under her butt, in case she went to the sea to dance with the fish for a while.

The three distractions had no skills, and brute force suppressed Cheng Qian's sword qi, and the net formed by the large light curtain gradually shrank, and Cheng Qian was tightly enveloped in it.

Cheng Qian couldn't hold it for a while, and the back force was unsustainable, so he had to avoid the edge for a while, Yu Jian dodged around the field, and took a few heavy breaths.

"Hai cháo sword," Wen Ya sneered in a slow and slow manner, "with your heart, would you be embarrassed to say that you have practiced sea cháo sword?"

He suddenly let out a long howl, and saw that the distraction above his head suddenly turned into a circle of phantoms, and then, the distractors were divided into two, two and four, and gradually formed a group, each holding a sword in his hand. , countless sharp points pointed at Cheng Qian.

The sword moves of these distracted people are actually completely different. They are like a swarm of flies flying all over the sky, making people dazzled just by looking at them.

Cheng Qian was shaken by those chaotic sword lights and wanted to vomit.

Then Wen Ya exclaimed: "Look at the sea under your feet!"

Cheng Qian was taken aback.

At this time, looking at the sea from afar is as flat as the autumn moon. Only when you are on this small reef island, can you feel the snow-white water splash when the waves hit the shore.

Dark cháo is no sharper and gentler than any sword in the world, because its source is vast and endless, the sea water can absorb hundreds of rivers and clouds, it can also enter the narrow slits, spit the fine sand, and it will never be desperate...

There is desperation everywhere, and there is life everywhere.

Gentleman Wenya hardly gave him time to think about it. The hundred or so distracting swords swept through the net all day long. If Cheng Qian realized something, he instinctively waved his sword again to resist, but he still felt that something was wrong. , making this sword not very firm, and the sword meaning has gone out of tune halfway.

He had to avoid Wen Ya's sharp edge again, staggered onto the island and reef, didn't dare to stop for a moment, his toes quickly touched the ground, and at the same time, seven or eight sword lights were chasing and blocking him, and the place he had passed was immediately left behind. One by one charred black.

This compelled rush to escape smashed Cheng Qian's mind to the point where he finally brewed up, and pinned him to his chest.

At this time, he heard Wen Ya shout again: "Look at yourself again!"

With a "hum" sound in Cheng Qian's ear, his hand holding the sword loosened, and he almost dropped the Frost Blade Sword, which he hadn't let go when he almost drowned.

All these years on Qinglong Island, he only focused on honing his true essence and swordsmanship. In the middle of the night, he dreamed of stepping on Zhou Hanzheng and others under his feet. He was full of minds to revive the sect. .

He curled up outside his fragile spine with arrogance full of arrogance, lest he walk slowly, who will be bullied by his brothers and sisters.

Cheng Qian hated the words "soul flying and scattered". He always felt that the master was just scattered among the mountains, rivers and lakes, not dead, but looked at him everywhere. He was always terrified by those imaginary eyes. .

Wen Ya: "Go!"

Cheng Qian stopped abruptly, and the frost-blade sword in his hand was like flowing water. At least at that moment, he felt that the sword in his hand was not only connected to himself, but also connected to the world.

People practice for one lifetime, and there are three thousand avenues. It can be summed up in one sentence, isn't it also "Look at the heaven and earth, and then look at yourself"?

The impetuousness in Cheng Qian's sword intent disappeared, and it was different from the real peace and neutrality. At this time, his sword energy was almost bleak, but there was a continuous force inside. This time, he didn't have the indignation that seemed to overturn the island and reef, and saw the frost blade sword's icy sword energy permeating into the light curtain.

The sword intent and the light curtain canceled layer by layer, and actually "turned" Wen Ya's distraction into it.

Cheng Qian suddenly pressed the Frostblade Sword down, using retreat as advance, but in an instant he chased after him, as if "one wave is not flat, another wave rises", only to hear a burst of "beep" sound like a burst of lights. Spreading down, Wen Ya's last distractions disappeared one by one. In the blink of an eye, the light curtain was swallowed up by the frost-like sword energy, and the island and reef suddenly became silent, leaving only Cheng Qian and Yu Yi who were aware of it. Wen Ya, sitting cross-legged, looked at each other.

It was only at this point that Cheng Qianfang felt that he had encountered the true meaning of the "sea cháo sword" for the first time.

After so many years, he once again involuntarily entered meditation because of his understanding. The fresh air from the four directions with the cool sea breeze immediately poured into his meridians without question. The meridians that he had painstakingly honed and widened for many years were accepted and absorbed without the slightest stagnation. He turned around on his own, but after a while, it seemed that even the dark wounds on his body were mostly healed.

When Cheng Qian woke up from this meditation, Dongfang had already revealed his fish belly. Although it was delayed for a long time, Cheng Qian still bowed to Wen Ya with a complicated expression, and said, "Thank you, senior."

Wen Ya closed her eyes slightly, but said in her mouth, "I don't know what's going on with your Fuyao faction. A person who is not strong in mind and is often a woman's kindness actually enters the Dao with a sword. Things come into the Dao because of the heart, boy, your foundation is here, but all these years you have been blindly focusing on the horns, aren't you afraid of going astray?"

Cheng Qian lowered his head silently and was speechless for a moment.

The lecture hall taught all the formulas and formulas, and the senior brother in charge could not control him. No one had pointed out a clear path to him as an elder—even if someone had the heart, with his arrogant personality, he would not be able to do it. Can't hear it.

"It's going to be rampant, showing its teeth and claws at every turn, do you think you're a crab?" Wen Ya said angrily, "What use does a flat-shelled beast have other than cooked meat and drinking wine?"

Cheng Qian couldn't help burying his head even lower for a while, but when he heard the real person Wen Ya say this, he swallowed a saliva clearly - this senior who should have been inedible actually made himself greedy!

Cheng Qian: "..."

Wen Ya looked at Shang Cheng Qian's strange gaze, and immediately became annoyed and said, "What are you looking at, it's not all of you, so I can't go home when I have a family, you bastard, something worthless!"

Cheng Qian hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Yes."

After a while, he couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "Senior, can I go now?"

Wen Ya was choked up by him, and he finally learned Cheng Qian's stubbornness, whether it was in his realm or his understanding, it seemed to this little brat that it was an external affair. In his eyes, it was nothing compared to him. His fellow apprentices and brothers have a single hair.

Wen Ya said with a stern face: "People in immortality have gone through thousands of hardships and calamities, and the sky can only find a trace of vitality in the gaps of the heavens. The relatives are indifferent, the friends are like water, and they are always lonely, so they can be quiet, and you have mixed thoughts in your heart. Duo, how can I get on the avenue?"

Cheng Qian replied without hesitation: "What longevity do you want to live in such a miserable life? To be miserable for a longer time? Senior, my master's way is not like this."

"You preach to me?" Wen Ya looked at him in disbelief. "You have to tell me about something as small as you... well, what is your master's way?"

In fact, Zhenren Mu Chun rarely preached deliberately. Cheng Qian felt regretful as soon as he said it. He felt that he was outspoken, but after Wen Ya’s question, his mind changed rapidly, and suddenly he was blessed and blurted out: “I What Master cultivates is 'Shunxin' and 'Freedom' - Senior, the boy has no shape, but he has been in doubt for a long time, is it possible to be lonely and suffer for the sake of longevity?"

Wen Ya stopped him for a while.

Cheng Qian thought about Yan Zhengming and the others, and was too lazy to talk to him any more.

Wen Ya suddenly raised her head again and stopped him: "Hold on!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Ya stared at Cheng Qian for a while with a very complicated look, and said slowly, "Even if you have practiced the sword for a night, you will only gain a little bit of profit, is it possible that you are still trying to reach the sky in one step?You can't beat Zhou Hanzheng, come here, I'll give you something."