sweep the heavens

Chapter 203
The world discusses Dao, and strives for more than just illusory glory and respect.There are high and low statuses, strengths and weaknesses, and only the strong have the right to speak, and can have more benefits in the allocation of resources for cultivation.

Because of this, even sects who want to stay out of the Dao Discussion Conference held once in a hundred years have to go all out.

Non-participation is regarded as contempt for Kunlun and Shushan, the two great mountains and big dippers in the practice world, and will be severely rejected and punished.

Wuxiang Temple, a place of pure cultivation, has no choice but to follow the custom and select disciples in the face of the upcoming World Discussion Conference.

If you don't attend, you will be excluded.If the final result of the attendance is very unsatisfactory, it is also embarrassing.

When Chu Ping was on his way to Su Ming, the temple had already started a "discussion" of the younger generation.

It is said that it is about the Tao, but the Tao is like a deep, how can you talk about it!Each faction has different philosophies, and if they fight to decide who wins, it is natural that they have to fight to find out.

The same is true in the world, and it is also true in the temple.

When Chu Ping rushed back, the competition in the temple was in full swing.

"Huh? Why didn't the master inform me of such a major event? Could it be that the old man gave up this opportunity?"

Liao Kong was leading Chu Ping to the Martial Arts Hall to observe this rare excitement for Wuxiang Temple, and at the same time he was explaining patiently.

"The seven elders in the sect have the right to recommend a disciple to directly participate in the World Discussion Conference. In fact, the grand competition in the Martial Arts Hall is just to select three more people to make up the number of ten. Elder Sheng has only one disciple, brother, Senior brother naturally can advance directly without participating in this competition..."

"It turned out to be like this, which is quite reasonable, but I see how you don't think so. Could it be that you have a better idea about this regulation in the temple?"

Liao Kong curled his lips, "Even if there are seven elders, there must be different levels of teaching disciples. Those selected in this way may not be the strongest brothers in the temple. Going to participate in the Dao Discussion Conference like this will reduce the real strength of the temple!"

Chu Ping smiled lightly, and patted Kong on the shoulder, "It's not unreasonable for you to think so, but have you ever thought about it, the mere combat strength is not the only criterion for judging a person. What's more, the seven elders teach disciples to have their own strengths. The method is that even the ideas in this temple are not completely consistent, how can we judge only by the outcome of the competition! In this way of selection in the temple, there are not only the strong fighters who have passed the selection, but also the elders who are the most proud Wouldn't it be better for the disciples of the elders to teach the elders the ideals of practice, covering all aspects?"

Liao Kong blinked his eyes, and said crisply, "What brother said seems to make sense, Liao Kong knows it."

Chu Ping smiled and said nothing, but he sighed inwardly.

It is true that the strength of combat power does not represent the level of a person's strength.But in such a practice world, can strength that cannot be externalized into combat power still be called strength?If you want to develop strength in other aspects, you have to stand on the basis of a strong enough combat power to be in the mood to pursue it.

It's just that I think so in my heart, but I can't say it out of my mouth.Guide others, and always lead them on the right path.

"So, I think the current order of the practice world is actually wrong..."

Chu Ping secretly compared the secular world with the world of practice, and it was true.

In the mundane world, even if there is a shady scene, there is no lack of good-looking people who are actually sweet-talking swordsmen, but no matter how high or low their status or wealth, they always dare not do evil in an open and aboveboard manner, and must abide by the established laws and norms.The world of practice is different, the powerful have no taboos, not limited to verbal criticism, but killing at will, life and death at will!

"Ordinary people enter the practice, don't they just want the pleasure. Although the law is strict, the powerful can trample on the law as a private plaything. The humble and powerless should be careful and swallow their anger, and be bullied to the end You can't rely on the law to achieve justice. Although the order is good, there must be someone to enforce it. When you enter the world of practice, what you want is this kind of pride that leads the sword to become a boy..."

Chu Ping's thoughts turned, and he had already entered the martial arts hall with Kong Kong.

Wuxiang Temple Martial Arts Hall, although the teacher came from his school, it was only the second time Chu Ping came here.

The last time I came here, the losing streak was silent and there was no shadow, the nine seals merged into one, and the body was hidden...

Memories flooded in, and it really felt like revisiting the old place.

The stone walls in the Martial Arts Hall stand upright like a cliff, and the densely packed talismans do not make people feel messy, but instead have a sense of solemnity and tranquility.

The areas that were originally separated are now connected together to form a suspended stone platform that can float up and down. The inner space is extremely huge.This stone platform is like a piece of land in the vast ocean, although the current is floating, the surrounding area is empty and not connected to the stone wall.

There are several thick chains along the surrounding stone walls, separating the space where the stone platform is located from the space where the stone walls are located.There were no seats for the disciples in the temple to watch the competition under the stone wall, but at this moment it was crowded with people, leaning over the iron chains, watching the ongoing battle on the stone platform.

There are also a few floating stone chairs on the top of the Martial Arts Hall, where only the seven elders of the temple can sit.

The selection in the temple is grand, even the seven elders who are rare to see on weekdays are all present. After all, for Wuxiang Temple, which is usually quiet, it is at least a lively event, and you can still watch it The level of the disciples in the sect, if it is not really lack of time, the Seventh Elder would have no reason to be absent.

"Huh, what a coincidence." Chu Ping leaned over the iron chain and saw that those who were competing in the arena were Xing Wuying and Ji Wusheng under the Doutian sect.

"Who is the disciple recommended by Uncle Doutian?" Liao Kong led Chu Ping in and went out. Chu Ping bumped into a fellow disciple beside him who was fascinated, and asked on a whim.

"It's Junior Brother Ruthless."

"ruthless?"

Chu Ping searched his memory and couldn't find any knowledge about this person.

In Wuxiang Temple, Doutian has high mana and is good at being a teacher, with many disciples, Chu Ping knew little about the affairs in the temple, let alone these things.

Although he was a little surprised, Chu Ping didn't ask in detail, and concentrated on watching the fighting skills on the stone platform.

No shadow, no sound, they are all under the Doutian sect.Who wins and who loses is no longer important, the key is to present a wonderful performance for everyone, to open the eyes of the fellow disciples in the temple, and to see the excellence of the Doutian sect!

After a while, Chu Ping really started to be surprised.

When they fought against the two back then, Ji Wusheng was much worse than Xing Wuying, but at this time when the two were fighting, Ji Wusheng had the upper hand.

Ji Wusheng is still using the strength of the Vajra Subduing Demon Fist of the past, wide open and wide, moving forward and backward, the strength of the fist envelopes the audience, faintly penetrates all directions, spreads to the boundless, and has the mystery of Buddha's light.

(End of this chapter)