Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1136 Meteor White Feather Points to the Sky

Gently loosening Yu Xinzhu's shoulder, Yan Yan and Yu Xinzhu looked at each other.

Yanyan's eyes were dark, as firm and powerful as her words:
"How can your sword be ruthless? If your sword is ruthless, how can you let Ah Yun go to the banquet without fear of life and death?"

"If your sword is ruthless, how can it help more than a hundred white mist cultivators break through the fox demon trapped mountain?"

"If your sword is ruthless, why would I die for you?"

"Xin Zhu, your sword is your sword, and Uncle Yu's sword is Uncle Yu's sword. The shape of the sword is similar, but the meaning of the sword is different!"

Yu Xinzhu looked at Yanyan quietly for a few breaths, then turned around suddenly, leaping up to the altar again like a sword glow.

Standing on the high altar, Yu Xinzhu's voice is loud and clear:

"We use our swords to enter the practice, cultivate the way of heaven, and cultivate the way of tunnels. The sky will not decline, and the earth will be far and inexhaustible. It falls on our generation of monks, and we still need to return to the human way in the end."

"The way of heaven lasts forever, relying on Taoism to follow nature, there are very few people in our generation who can break free from reincarnation after practicing for a hundred years, but our civilization is far away, what is the basis for the eternal existence?"

After asking this sentence, Yu Xinzhu cast his eyes on the pair of excited or expectant eyes below.

Looking at those eyes, Yu Xinzhu suddenly showed a gentle smile on his face: "It's love!"

"Family inheritance, relying on the love of father and son, inheritance of teachers, relying on the friendship of master and apprentice, inheritance of Guozuo, relying on the trust of virtuous monarchs, making millions of teachers, relying on caressing them like sons and respecting them like fathers."

"My generation entered the Tao with the sword, and we can rely on the sword to express love. In this way, we can be faithful and righteous and understand the world. Walking the Tao in the world is nothing more than experience and practice and the world. Only in this way can the two be combined."

Just as Yu Xinzhu finished speaking, a monk below suddenly asked loudly: "The cold blade is a ruthless thing, how can you rely on it to express emotion?"

All eyes focused on Yu Xinzhu again.

Yu Xinzhu responded calmly with a smile: "Although the cold blade is a ruthless thing, it is more ruthless than sentimental. You need to understand yourself."

"A good sentence is more ruthless than sentimental!"

Someone below stood up and shouted, and more monks shouted for Yu Xinzhu one after another, and the atmosphere in the venue was unprecedentedly noisy.

Yan Yan said loudly: "That's right, as a human being, how can you be ruthless? If there is love, the sky will grow old!"

As soon as this remark came out, even Yu Song and Yu Meizi who were watching the guest seats, Geng Tong who was sitting below, and Old Man He who was sitting on the stone plank path all turned their attention.

At the moment when Yanyan said this, a golden lotus inlaid with flame cloud patterns appeared in front of her and behind her, wrapping around her body and spinning slowly.

"That's Taoism! Demonstrating the Tao! This girl just proved the Tao!"

The entire questioning field boiled again.

Yumeizi and Yu Song got up one after another, even the old man He who was sitting outside couldn't help turning back to the field, looking at the Yanyan in the void.

"Even the sky admits it, if the sky has love, the sky will grow old, what you said is so true!"

Seeing Yanyan testifying, Yu Xinzhu was not in a hurry but was happy for Yanyan.

Looking at Yan Yanyao, Yu Xinzhu withdrew his gaze, and suddenly raised his right arm to the sky: "If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and the meteor white feather points to the sky."

After finishing speaking, she raised her head, looked deeply into the blue sky like a dream, and said loudly: "Ask, is there any love?"

"Sentimental!"

Sword love, see love

"Rumble..."

When Yu Xinzhu finally reaches the sky, the question falls;
When the last piece of incense ash in the bronze cauldron falls;
Far away in the sky, the sky is long and silent, and there is no cloud in the sky, and suddenly there is a shocking thunder sound.

Yu Xinzhu finally knocked on the gate of heaven with the three-foot sword in his hand.

The way of swordsmanship is proved by emotion, but Yu Xin's bamboo sword is slanted, but he is proved by Taoism.

So far, the first questioning forum hosted by Jiange, asking about the way of the sword, is a great success!
At this time, in the field, the blue sky, rolling thunder and the surrounding golden lotus reflect each other from a distance.

Yanyan looked up at Yu Xinzhu on the high platform, and finally couldn't help but get red eyes.

Standing on the high platform, Yu Xinzhu's face was already covered with tears.

Yu Song, who was standing on the Jiange director's seat, slowly let go of the hand hanging by his side, his palm was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of water.

Yu Song didn't hide it either, he leaned sideways and clasped hands with Mr. Yumei who was sitting next to him in the VIP seat, and his voice was especially trembling: "Thanks for the reminder today, sir."

What Mr. Yumei guided Yanyan step by step just now, I naturally heard Yu Song's practice.

But in such a situation, in front of all the monks in the world, he couldn't ask Yan Yan for help.

Once the questioning fails, Yu Xinzhu will definitely be implicated, he can't let Yanyan take such a big risk.

Mr. Yumei smiled and shook his head: "The person the pavilion master should thank is not me, a useless old man, but Miss Yan."

"This woman is wise and courageous, and her future is boundless!"

These words come from Geng Tong.

He told the old man He who went back and forth beside him.

Old man He didn't say anything, he just stared at Yan Yan with his clear and bright eyes.

The questioning has ended, and the monks watching from below are still discussing and discussing what they have realized, and they are reluctant to leave.

Yu Xinzhu and Yan Yan had already been surrounded by Jiange people into the pavilion to rest.

Geng Tong saluted Old Man He beside him, and asked with a smile, "Isn't Old Man leaving yet?"

Old man He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, just stood there fixedly.

Geng Tong knew that the old man had a strange temper, so he let him stand here, casually threw his big root carving cup, and left the Jiange.

After leaving the Jiange, Geng Tong habitually returned to the Changsheng Pavilion, but stopped after walking a short distance.

Looking in the direction of Changsheng Pavilion from a distance, Geng Tong's thick black eyebrows furrowed.

Today Xiaozhuzi finished his questioning, but now when he goes back, he is destined to bump into the senior brother blowing his beard and staring.

Geng Tong felt that just thinking of Rong Mochou gave him a headache.

Sensing that someone was following him not too far away, Geng Tong turned around and saw his disciple Yujian following far behind.

The child probably wanted to send him back to the Changsheng Pavilion respectfully, or his sword speed was too slow to keep up with his root carving lamp.

Sure enough, the round-faced little disciple came up slowly after Geng Tong stopped, and spoke politely to Geng Tong:
"The younger generation respectfully send off Master Zuzu."

Geng Tong looked at the little disciple and found it pleasing to the eye, and suddenly became interested, and waved his hand: "Let's go and drink with your master."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether the child was happy or not, he picked up the little disciple and put it on his root carving cup.

The root carving lamp was in the dizziness of the little disciple, and he had already left Tianbei Island and entered Heming Junji City in less than a blink of an eye.

Sitting next to the dining table in the restaurant, the little disciple, who had managed to hold back a strong sense of vomiting, was pouring wine for Geng Tong with a pale face, his hands were trembling, but he finally couldn't help it and said:
"Master Zuzu seems to be in a good mood."

He remembered that Shi Zuzu seemed to be in a bad mood when he first entered the Jiange, and his temper was a bit grumpy.

Geng Tong almost didn't think about it, and blurted out: "It's a good thing for us on Tianbei Island to ask about the mastery of swordsmanship. Of course your master is in a good mood."

After speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The little disciple hurriedly added it again, with a round, fat face smiling: "Yes, yes, the young pavilion master is so fierce at such a young age, he can be called a role model for my generation."

Geng Tong frowned, only to realize that the kid's "so fierce" meant fierce, not that Yu Xinzhu was really fierce.

Hey, the local accent...

Geng Tong scratched his head: "Where is your hometown?"

The little disciple hurriedly cupped his hands towards the west: "Returning to the words of our ancestors, the hometown of the younger generation is the fertile wilderness in the middle of Sichuan where Sichuan gathers, the capital of heaven and gods."

Geng understood.

No wonder it is "zuzu" and "fierce".

(End of this chapter)