Chen Nan was speechless. Was he really that lustful?
However, after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was not much difference. He shrugged and said with a smile, "If you really think that I'm at a disadvantage, you can also add that to the list."
Zhao Han shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if you add it or not. I'm a cultivator. I've already cut off my emotions and desires. I've long been indifferent to the matters between men and women, let alone getting married and having children."
"Emotions and desires are human instincts. How can you cut them off?"
Chen Nan stared at him and asked, "Don't tell me that you've never even touched a woman at your age?"
"Cultivation requires a clear mind and few desires. Why would I look for a woman? Besides, my cultivation today has a lot to do with this," Zhao Han said.
Chen Nan shook his head and said, "That's pure nonsense. Your cultivation has nothing to do with this. I like beautiful women when I see them, but my cultivation is not affected. Don't listen to the nonsense of those old men in your sect. They have never touched a woman themselves. How would they know that women are not good?"
Zhao Han said, "You cultivate martial arts, and I cultivate Dao. How can it be the same?"
"Martial arts are the same. It's just that martial artists are good at unearthing their own potential, while cultivators are good at controlling techniques. In the end, it's all the same." Chen Nan smiled and said, "Do you want this brother to take you to have some fun and let you have a taste of women?"
Zhao Han frowned and asked, "So, you go to those places often?"
"How is that possible? A gentleman is lustful but not lustful. I'm just saying …"
Before Chen Nan finished his words, the Black-haired Pheasant next to him suddenly added, "Kid, you go to those places every day. I've seen it all. Don't even think about denying it."
"Shut up, you bastard."
Chen Nan slapped it directly. He looked at Zhao Han and said, "The grudge between me and the Taixuan Sect is irreconcilable. If you don't bring my head back this time, how can you explain it?"
Zhao Han said, "I have my ways."
"Are you saying that you can't beat me?" Chen Nan asked.
"Don't ask about that. I can at least guarantee that the Taixuan Gate will not send anyone to trouble you for a month."
Since Zhao Han did not want to talk about it, Chen Nan did not ask further.
After all, with Zhao Han's status in the Taixuan Gate, nobody would make things difficult for him.
…
The two of them turned from enemies to brothers. They drank and chatted in the forest, just like Liu, Guan, and Zhang in the past. They really regretted not having met earlier.
Chen Nan originally wanted to talk about women with him, but Zhao Han was a blockhead who did not understand anything. In the end, he had no choice but to talk about their understanding and understanding of martial arts.
Once they started chatting, they ended up talking for an entire night. Both of them benefited a lot from it.
Chen Nan no longer felt that the self-cultivators were mysterious. It turned out that in addition to the importance of internal strength, which was as important as that of a martial artist, they also had another thing, which was mental strength. They controlled their magical equipment from a distance and relied entirely on mental strength and internal strength to control it.
On the basis of having a strong inner force, only with a strong mental strength would one be able to control a magic treasure with greater flexibility and power.
Zhao Han was really a good friend. He basically did not hold anything back from Chen Nan. He told him everything he knew without reservation.
Chen Nan learned from him that mental strength was a cultivator's forte, but at the same time, it was also a cultivator's weakness. If a martial artist wanted to break a cultivator's moves, other than close combat, another trick was to cultivate mental strength.
As long as one's mental strength was stronger than that of the self-cultivators, they would be able to use mental strength to interfere with the control of the other party's magical equipment. At a critical moment, they could even use the other party's magical equipment to hurt the other party.
As for the methods to cultivate mental strength, Zhao Han also taught Chen Nan some of the more common methods, which were basically common to all the self-cultivators. As for the more advanced methods, Zhao Han did not tell him, because they were the secrets of the Taixuan Gate. He could not violate the rules of the sect.
Chen Nan certainly wanted to learn, but he certainly would not make things difficult for him. Besides, the common methods were enough for him to practice for a while.
Since Zhao Han was so forthright, Chen Nan was naturally not stingy.
Chen Nan taught him a lot of the martial artist's body refining techniques, and even taught him the trick of the Rushing Thunder Hand. As for the upgraded version of the Azure Cracking Hand, Chen Nan did not tell him. It was not that he was stingy, but with Zhao Han's current physique, he could not learn it at all. If he forced himself to use it, he would be counterattacked by the power of the Azure Cracking Hand, and his meridians would be broken and he would die.
In the early morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the trees, and the air in the forest was very fresh.
Zhao Han used the True Samadhi Fire to burn the bodies of the three sorcerers to ashes. He looked at Chen Nan and said, "Next time we meet, let's have a good fight. I hope we can determine who is better."
"I will definitely beat you," Chen Nan said with a smile.
"Keep bragging. It will be embarrassing if you can't win at that time."
Zhao Han came over, took out a paper talisman, and handed it to Chen Nan. He said, "Oh right, this is a space transmission talisman. If you meet an opponent you can't defeat, you can dye your blood on the talisman and say the word 'speed'. This talisman will take you through space and appear a thousand meters away."
Chen Nan took it and said with a smile, "No wonder people say that cultivators are experts in refining weapons. This is really true. Do you still have such a fun thing? Give me a few more. "
Zhao Han was speechless for a while.
The transmission talisman could only be refined by an absolute master. This guy actually wanted to get a few for fun.
"You are really insatiable. I only have this one on me, and it was given to me by my master to save my life." Zhao Han said helplessly, "When my cultivation is enough, I will refine as many as you want for you."
Chen Nan did not expect this talisman to be so precious, "You should keep it for yourself."
"Don't waste time. Just take it. I will go back and ask my master for another one. Take care!" As Zhao Han spoke, he lightly jumped onto the flying sword and flew away.
"Fly slowly. Don't fall to your death," Chen Nan scolded jokingly.
Zhao Han turned around and gave him the middle finger, "You country bumpkin. Go home and sleep with your woman."
Chen Nan was speechless.
He turned around and looked at the Black-haired Pheasant. He was going to let it carry him back, but he did not expect this guy to look at him with disdain. Its eyes were very strange, and it shouted, "Damn it, the two of us have been talking for the whole night. I didn't expect you to be gay."
"Go to hell."
Chen Nan slapped it directly.
The Black-haired Pheasant screamed and pecked, but its strength was not as strong as Chen Nan.
After a fierce battle, although Chen Nan was pecked a few times, he finally defeated this beast and let it carry him back home.
"Goddamn kid, I am going to tell the girls at home about you being gay last night." When they were close, the Black-haired Pheasant did not forget to threaten him.
"You fool, go eat your worm."
Chen Nan went straight to his room. After talking with Zhao Han last night, he had a new understanding of cultivation. He needed to digest it and cultivate his mental strength.
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