Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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"Only relying on personal cultivation..." Zixi repeated this sentence, looked at Duanhua, and asked, "What if we rely on external force?"

Duan Hua's slender fingers rested on a book, and he was not in a hurry to take it off, and said: "There are many kinds of martial arts that rely on external forces, but all martial arts that rely on external forces are called evil skills." , "Misty Divine Art" are all listed here, but in Xuanming Sect's view, these two martial arts do not belong to the category of evil arts. They use the help of outsiders to improve themselves, and harm others without harming themselves. Only those that harm others also harm themselves Martial arts are the real evil skills. Of course, the more you lose, the more you get."

He took down the book, looked back at Zi Xi, and asked, "Do you still remember Hua Li Zhi from Misty Palace?"

Zixi's heart skipped a beat, and she nodded silently. [

"He is..." Duanhua lowered his head, casually flipped through the book in his hand, then raised his head in thought, "Isn't his name Li Zhi before?"

Zixi gave a simple "hmm".

Duanhua continued to flip through the pages of the book, and said casually: "I remember that he started practicing martial arts at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and followed Mu Heng, the master of the Lingxi Pavilion at that time, but Mu Heng didn't pay attention to teaching him. Not much. However, in the past two or three years, his martial arts is enough to be on par with yours, because what he cultivates is evil skills, and he can improve himself in a very short period of time. Even a martial arts idiot can become a Master, but this kind of brilliance won't last long, maybe three years, maybe five years, it will be backlashed by evil skills, and life will be lost quickly."

Zixi's gaze dimmed, and she remained silent, but felt sorry for Li Zhi in her heart.

Duanhua seemed to be very interested in the book in his hand. Holding the book, he returned to the desk while reading. At the same time, he was reading and talking, and his thinking was still very clear.

He continued: "There is another way to increase one's power by swallowing medicine. The larger the dose, the higher the martial arts, and of course the worse the death."

Zixi murmured: "Tu'er also wants to be able to defeat all enemies with a smile." In this way, no one dared to threaten her anymore.

"That's not difficult." Duanhua buried his head in the book and said absently: "Hurry up and practice, and you can do it in ten or twenty years."

Zixi sighed: "It would be fine if it was ten or twenty days."

Duanhua suddenly raised his head, stared straight at Zixi with clean and cold eyes, and said with a profound warning in his tone, "Xi'er, don't engage in evil deeds that harm others and yourself."

Zixi was stunned, and hurriedly clarified herself: "Master, don't worry, I won't, I still want to grow old with Master."

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After that, a few days passed peacefully.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter.

During the hottest time of the day, the plants of all colors in Suxinzhuang are dispirited, and the imperial guards guarding Suxinzhuang hide under the shade of trees to enjoy the cool.When everyone just wanted to lie down and drink a glass of ice water to relieve the heat, Zixi, the only one who was sweating all over his body, practiced martial arts vigorously in the hall and spent all his time improving himself.

Every day, Uncle Feng advised Zixi not to be in a hurry to practice, but Zixi dismissed him with a sentence, "Stupid birds fly first, hard work can make up for clumsiness".

Duanhua never persuaded Zixi to rest, nor encouraged her to work hard. In the first one or two days, she still read, wrote, and passed the time in a daze. For two days, I simply watched Zixi all day.

Then one day, he finally realized what the problem was.