Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1135 Asking the sword, is there love?

Yu Xinzhu was able to recite silently, and there were more than 100 volumes of kendo handouts written by Yu Songwan himself.

In the more than 100 volumes of handouts, there are hundreds of opinions on Yu Song's personal comprehension recorded.

Yu Xinzhu memorized the kendo exposition written by his father fluently.

She had thought before that among her father's many views on kendo, there were one or two that were not clearly explained, and she could expand the explanation, or fill in the gaps. These small loopholes filled by her father's high-level view are also considered to be hers in a strict sense. Achievement of self-comprehension.

After all, his father's lectures are extensive and profound, and if he wants to surpass his father's knowledge of kendo, even if the old island owner comes to teach him in person, he may not be able to discover new ideas.

At least she realized something by herself. She stood on her father's shoulders, and her starting point was naturally different from that of ordinary sword cultivators. To make up for a little bit, in the eyes of others, it was already not easy.

That's what Yu Xinzhu planned before he got on the questioning forum.

But when Yu Xinzhu almost explained all her father's morals, she realized that these morals established by her father were not only exquisite, but also detailed and complete in argumentation, almost flawless.

From it, it can be seen that his father is rigorous in his actions and rigorous in his studies.

Yu Xinzhu admired his father's spirit.

At the same time, it also caused Yu Xinzhu a lot of pain.

This means that she has no way to develop her own discussion at all.

In other words, there is no room for her to take advantage of!
Although the monks who came to observe and inquire at the moment listened very carefully, the atmosphere of the whole scene was still solemn and quiet.

But Yu Xinzhu knew in her heart that the reason everyone listened seriously was that she was attracted by her father's profound moral content, and had nothing to do with her.

No matter how wonderful she spoke, Tian Dao didn't respond, which proved that these contents belonged to Jiange, and belonged to her father, not her.

After talking for more than half an hour, she is only a book mover at best.

But after talking about this, she needs to really come up with new things that she has realized. Only in this way can she have a chance to succeed.

However, the more he described his father's morality, the more desperate Yu Xinzhu became.

Her father was such a perfect swordsman, which not only made the heartless Yu Xinzhu feel anxious, but also made her feel ashamed.

Yu Xinzhu was not only depressed to the point of depression, even his self-esteem was shattered by his father's excellence.

To make matters worse, the most exquisite handouts of the Jiange are about to be finished. Even though they have heard these handouts, the monks who came to observe and ask questions have not come here in vain.

But if she didn't have something of her own to say, the questioning would be a complete failure.

If she loses this question, not only will she have no future at all, but she will also implicate her father and Jiange.

Yu Xinzhu could have imagined that once this question of swordsmanship was defeated, Rong Mochou would not only have sufficient reasons to drive her out of the Jiange and out of Tianbei Island.

He would even use this as an opportunity to make things difficult for his father and Jiange!
It's not that Yu Xinzhu hadn't thought of this consequence before, but she felt that based on her father's vast morality, it shouldn't be difficult for her to learn a little bit of her own from it.

She was still too naive.

Yu Xinzhu really woke up when he really stood on the altar of asking and recited his father's morality to the monks all over the world.

What she wants to say should be the righteousness comparable to her father's morality, and only then can she knock on the door of heaven.

However, seeing that his father's morality is about to be finished.

Seeing the opposite time, the incense burns shorter and shorter.

But she didn't have a clue at all, and because she was too nervous, her mood became more and more chaotic...

Yu Xinzhu's throat was a little dry. Because of her impatience, she forgot to moisten it with spirit qi, and her voice was a little hoarse.

The disciples of the Jiange looked up nervously at their little pavilion master.

Yu Song, who had been expressionless all the time, had already tightened his hands on his knees, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

Changsheng Pavilion
After Geng Tong left, Rong Mochou, who was left sitting alone, looked at Yu Xinzhu's increasingly restless face, no longer concealing the pride in his heart, and laughed unscrupulously.

Yu Xinzhu, you asked for it all yourself!

When only one-tenth of Shixiang is left, another chunk of ashes falls.

Just when everyone had already vaguely guessed that today's question about swordsmanship might be yellow, they started whispering again.

From under the Taoist altar, a clear and beautiful voice suddenly came up:

"Dare to ask the little pavilion master, does the sword have feelings?"

This voice suddenly sounded.

Ask Yu Xinzhu who is confused on the Taoist altar.

I also asked the monks in the world who were stupefied.

In the neat and ignorant expressions of everyone, the shrouded blue light was broken, and another Taoist altar rose slowly from the observation seat, until it was shoulder to shoulder with the Jiange Wendao altar.

Yu Xinzhu's eyes widened in disbelief.

Opposite her was Yan Yan who was stepping on the altar exactly like her.

If he hadn't suddenly remembered that all the cultivators from all over the world were sitting down there, Yu Xinzhu would have almost blurted out, "What are you doing here?"

But Yan Yan, who was opposite her, smiled charmingly and naturally, as if she should be standing here in the first place.

Gently smiling at the stunned Yu Xinzhu, Yan Yan asked: "Little Pavilion Master, you haven't answered my question just now, does the sword have feelings?"

"sword……"

Yu Xinzhu fixed his eyes on Yanyan, and replied slowly: "Only affirming justice, not asking for love."

Because there is a saying in the father's sword righteousness that "the sword upholds the gentleman's style, presides over the righteous way, and the weapon is like a gentleman"

Yu Xinzhu felt that such a sword should be ruthless.

Yanyan then smiled and asked: "Ask the little pavilion master again, if I am a person without cultivation, I will be smashed to pieces when I jump off the high platform, will the little pavilion master save me or not?"

Yu Xinzhu didn't understand.

She didn't understand what Yanyan was going to do, so she didn't answer this time.

Yanyan laughed, and suddenly collected the spiritual energy around her, and fell from the high altar.

"Ayan!"

Yu Xinzhu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't care less about the question. He jumped up and chased Yan Yan who fell off the high platform and fell to the ground like a flowing arrow.

Just when Yu Xinzhu hugged Yan Yan's waist with an ugly expression, and successfully prevented her from falling rapidly like committing suicide, Yan Yan also held Yu Xinzhu's shoulders with both hands at the same time.

The two women faced each other, one green and one white, spinning in mid-air.

Yan Yan said a word to Yu Xinzhu in the void that kept falling:

"Xinzhu, if you say you are heartless, I will never see you again in this life."

When Yu Xinzhu heard these words from Yanyan's mouth, his heart suddenly ached, and he blurted out recklessly: "You have feelings, I have them!"

Yanyan's voice was like a sudden storm asking questions:
"Since you have feelings, why is your sword ruthless?"

Yu Xinzhu burst into tears: "I have feelings, and so does my sword!"

Yanyan asked three times: "Since your sword has feelings, does your way of the sword have feelings?"

Yu Xinzhu's tears were still on her cheeks, but when she heard this deafening question, her entire expression froze instantly.

Through the tears in his eyes, Yu Xinzhu looked at the star-like pupil with a flaming face opposite him, and after thinking about it, he wrung his eyebrows hard.

Finally, he said softly: "My Tao also has feelings."

As soon as she uttered this sentence, Yuanlan heard a faint heavenly voice of "rumbling".

"Wow—"

The monks who heard the way below were in an uproar, and they all got up.

Many people shouted in unison: "Dao Yin, Dao Yin, Dao Yin!"

Yan Yan smiled.

Yu Xinzhu cried even more fiercely.

　Today this chapter is finally written. There is a distant sound of thunder outside my window. Thank you for the monthly ticket that does not change because of karma. It is finally a little early. Thank you for your encouragement. Good night

　　
　
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