You are a cultivator of immortality, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

Fang Lei saw Zuo Xiangyang kneeling in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly. But he did not help Zuo Xiangyang directly, but asked three questions that made Zuo Xiangyang dumbfounded-

"Do you want to follow the path of the sword?"

"Why do you want to follow?"

"Do you want to follow the orthodox path of the sword? Or the path of the sword of the magic sword, the path of the evil sword, or the path of the treacherous sword?"

Fang Lei's three questions seemed strange, but in fact they were just the common "what, why, and how."

"The sword is the last thing my father left me!" Zuo Xiangyang was stunned and answered without thinking.

However, the answer was irrelevant!

"Then I can't help you!" Fang Lei heard the answer, and then refused directly.

"Why?" As expected, Zuo Xiangyang asked back with a little collapse and dumbfounded.

"Because your ideal is just to continue the ideal of others. This way, it's tiring and you can't go far!" Fang Lei said very ruthlessly.

Tired and can't go far?

Zuo Xiangyang looked up at Fang Lei with a little sluggishness, and didn't seem to understand the meaning of Fang Lei's words.

But Fang Lei ignored him and turned to look at Cheng Moxiao.

Seeing Fang Lei's behavior, Zuo Xiangyang realized that he seemed to be abandoned by Fang Lei, and his pupils began to tremble violently.

He couldn't accept this result, and his fists clenched again.

But what he could see in his sight was Fang Lei's back getting farther and farther away.

So, he lowered his head again, and could only hold his head with a little crying, and then curled up and cried on the ground.

"(д;)"

Fang Lei tore off all the disguises of calmness and indifference, and then ruthlessly abandoned him.

At this time, Zuo Xiangyang, this crying Zuo Xiangyang, is the most real Zuo Xiangyang!

Fragile, unbearable, weak, incompetent!

"Woo woo ah ah ah ah ~" Zuo Xiangyang was crying helplessly.

****

Fang Lei didn't deliberately embarrass Zuo Xiangyang, but he really couldn't help him!

As mentioned before, Zuo Xiangyang's spirit as a swordsman did come back at that moment.

But, these spirits are too weak!

Because Zuo Xiangyang has no ambition, no heart, he is just an empty shell, and he doesn't even have the desire for revenge!

The ambition of a swan or a sparrow is ambition, but he has none of them! What he has is not even the "ambition to maintain the status quo"!

He is just an empty shell called "Zuo Xiangyang"!

All these judgments are based on his answer to those three questions -

"This is what his father left him!"

No answer! In other words, he has nothing at the moment!

*****

Zheng -

Just as he was crying, Zuo Xiangyang seemed to hear some strange sound.

That was the sound he hadn't heard again for a long time since he saw Zuo Honghui's body!

That was the sound of a knife!

Zuo Xiangyang's crying stopped abruptly, but his breathing suddenly stagnated, as if he understood something, and his eyes began to widen suddenly.

Zheng Zheng -

The sound of the "knife" rang again.

People are like this, they will limit themselves in many cases!

Zuo Xiangyang subconsciously rejected everyone and the whole world because he witnessed his father's death.

This action seemed to isolate others, but in fact it was the opposite. He isolated himself!

It was like building a small shell for himself and protecting himself tightly in it.

It was also because of this that he could not hear the sound of the knife for a long time!

But, not at this time!

Because all his disguises were torn apart, the shell was defeated by Fang Lei's words, exposing him to this world again.

At this time, he was like being at the bottom of his life, with nothing to lose.

And it was at this time that everything that did not belong to you would betray you, but only those things that belonged to you would never!

And his knife intent happened to be the only one that belonged to him at this time!

Clang clang clang——

A sharp knife intent, knife aura, and knife aura began to slowly appear around Zuo Xiangyang...

Fang Lei, who was obviously looking at Cheng Moxiao, turned his head and looked at Zuo Xiangyang.

In fact, he heard it as early as the first knife sound.

Now, even if he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel the sound of the sword coming from Zuo Xiangyang!

Although Zuo Xiangyang was still curled up at this time, a shadow of a sword slowly appeared in his arms.

Seeing this scene, Fang Lei spoke again-

"To practice the way of sword, you can ask those predecessors who practice this way, but most of them will tell you the following things."

"Sword intention!"

"Sword will!"

"Sword heart!"

"Sword soul!"

"Sword spirit!"

"Sword way!"

"Sword method!"

"Sword technique!"

"Of the above, even if you choose two or three to practice, if you persist, you can become a powerful person!"

"They are very important. Many powerful people have come out in this way. Because of this, more people think they are very important."

"But I tell you today that they are very important, but they are not the most important! Then can you understand what is the most important?"

Fang Lei's words were a little roundabout, but Zuo Xiangyang still listened to Fang Lei's voice seriously and began to think about Fang Lei's words.

Yes, he has calmed down.

Because he had calmed down, he knew that all Fang Lei's previous words were to tear down the high wall he had built!

And now that Fang Lei was willing to enlighten him, it meant that he had touched the edge of the answer.

So, he began to perceive everything around him more seriously, but in the end, he still looked at his arms.

Is that a knife?

A strange knife?

There is no sharpness, no weight, no color. If Zuo Xiangyang had not really felt the abnormality in his arms, it could even be said that it did not exist!

This knife? What is it?

Intuition told Zuo Xiangyang that the answer was here!

What is it? Must be figured out!

So Zuo Xiangyang began to immerse himself in this "knife-like" thing, wanting to dig out what it hides.

So, he slowly realized that -

This knife, it seems...

It seems to be him... himself?

"Me? This knife is me?" Zuo Xiangyang widened his eyes in shock.

Just when he figured this out, the light of the "knife" in his arms suddenly bloomed!

****

"Yes, it's you!"

"Practicing Taoism is all about me! No matter what path you practice, it all comes down to - I am the main one and I use it for my own benefit!"

"What's important is not the sword intention, sword will, sword heart, sword soul, sword spirit, sword way, sword method, and sword technique!"

"But what you have."

"Don't forget yourself for the sake of practicing!"

"Otherwise, one day, you will become a monster that is neither human nor ghost!"

"Now, do you know how to become stronger?"

The moment the words fell, Zuo Xiangyang's slightly firm voice came--

"Thank you, Lord Hao... Master, disciple, I understand!"

Zuo Xiangyang bowed again.

This bow is to thank the master!

I really typed on my phone. Not only am I typing slowly, but I haven't corrected the typos yet. You can just bear with it.

There should be another 2k one later.