Yang Guo sighed dejectedly.
He really wanted to say, "I'll kill you."
But considering the serious consequences, Yang Guo still chose the words of the ancients. "A man knows when to yield and when to stand tall."
"Not everyone can learn how to borrow power."
"Don't worry about whether I can learn it or not. Tell me the trick first."
"Borrowing power is to borrow the power of everything in the world. Everyone can borrow different things. Some people can borrow the power of wild beasts, some can borrow the power of mountains, rivers, and seas, some can borrow the power of wind and clouds, and some can borrow the power of water and fire." Yang Guo waved his hand in front of him. A cloud of mist coiled in his palm, gathering and not dispersing. But in the end, he clenched his fist and the mist dissipated. Yang Guo looked up and said, "My power is this ethereal mist. It's tangible but not tangible, tangible but boundless."
"What power does your power have?" Chen Zhao really couldn't see the power of his power.
"I'm using softness to conquer hardness."
"Then show me," Chen Zhao said.
Annoyed, Yang Guo yelled, "Are you asking me to teach you the trick or are you just bickering with me?"
"Fine, continue." Chen Zhao shrugged.
"To learn how to borrow power, you first have to understand what power is," Yang Guo continued. "Everything in the world has power. Living things have it, dead things have it too."
With that, Yang Guo bent down and scooped up the surging seawater.
"This handful of water also has power." With that, Yang Guo returned the seawater to the waves. "This wave also has power, this ocean also has power, and this world also has power."
"That's a bit of a big concept. Does the universe have power?" Chen Zhao couldn't help but interrupt.
"Are you a contrarian?" Yang Guo was furious.
"A good student should be able to deduce many things from one instance. This means that I'm a good student. Shouldn't you be proud to have a good student like me?"
"Piss off."
"Fine, fine, I won't talk anymore. Continue …"
"There's a Chinese saying, 'unstoppable, unstoppable'. This actually points to the essence, but very few can truly understand it." Yang Guo continued, "Force isn't unchanging. Force can change at any time and place. However, the secrets and techniques of force can be summarized in four words: Mountain of Fire."
"This sentence is from Japan, right?"
"Get lost, this is from Sun Tzu's Art of War." Yang Guo scolded angrily, "Swift like the wind, gentle like the forest, aggressive like fire, immovable like a mountain, there are only these four types of power in the world."
"Sun Bin also knows how to practice power?"
"I don't know if Sun Bin has cultivated Force, but Force was indeed comprehended from Sun Bin's Art of War."
"What's the most powerful force?" Chen Zhao asked.
"There is no one type of power that is the most powerful. It only depends on how much power you can grasp and use." Yang Guo said.
Swift as the Wind: His movements were as fast as a hurricane.
Xu Rulin advanced slowly. His troops were as orderly as a dense forest.
Invade like Fire: Invade and disturb, as fierce as raging fire, unstoppable.
Immovable Like a Mountain: Stationing troops to defend is as solid as a mountain, unshakable.
"You still haven't told me the most important thing. How do I practice power?"
"Not practice, but comprehension. Comprehension, do you understand?"
Chen Zhao was most afraid of so-called comprehension.
In the past, apart from regular training, he'd cultivated.
Most of the time, he'd reached where he was today through his own deductions and predictions.
This was completely different from Daoism's so-called comprehension.
Comprehension was all about sudden inspiration.
It was just that he suddenly understood.
This was what Chen Zhao was the worst at.
In the past, when Chen Zhao and Old Turtle communicated, Chen Zhao hated it the most.
What annoyed Chen Zhao the most was that Old Turtle kept talking to him about the stream of consciousness.
What did he mean by "you'll understand in the future" or "you need to figure it out yourself?"
"How did you practice it?" Chen Zhao asked again.
"Once, I broke the sect rules in the sect and was punished by the Grandmaster. I had to meditate in the Tranquil Heart Hall for ten days and ten nights. One night, I saw the smoke rising from the incense in front of the Three Pure Ones' statues in the Tranquil Heart Hall. Then, my understanding of momentum suddenly flashed through my mind. Then, I comprehended the momentum of dust and smoke."
Yang Guo glanced at Chen Zhao. "But not everyone can comprehend Force. It requires a lot of talent. Even on Dragon Tiger Mountain, there aren't many people who can comprehend Force."
"Talent? I'm stronger than you. Isn't that enough to prove my talent? Since you can practice it, I can too. "
"Power doesn't mean everything."
"No, it means everything," Chen Zhao said matter-of-factly.
With that, Chen Zhao suddenly clenched his fist and swung. A fist shadow tore through the air.
The fist shadow landed heavily in the waves more than 20 meters away.
There was a huge boom and a huge wave rose into the sky.
This was power? Yang Guo was alarmed.
No, the fist shadow looked domineering and powerful.
But it didn't feel like power.
It wasn't power. It was just a magic attack that looked similar.
"It's useless to scare me. I said that power doesn't mean everything. There are many seniors on Dragon Tiger Mountain who are stronger than me, but there are only a few who can truly comprehend power." Yang Guo still insisted on his point. "If you want to comprehend power, you must first understand what your power is. If you can't even find your power, then it's just wishful thinking."
Although Chen Zhao sounded tough, he didn't have much confidence.
As for Yang Guo's words, Chen Zhao still remembered them.
Find my power?
Is my power the ocean?
Chen Zhao turned to look at the ocean. It was turbulent, violent, and boundless.
According to Yang Guo.
Power should be ever-changing.
But the ocean was the ocean. What did it have to do with power?
If it was borrowing the power of the ocean, there was no need for power at all.
So, power didn't really represent something or a living thing.
My power doesn't represent the ocean either.
It's my heart. Only a human's heart would have that kind of ever-changing fluctuation.
Using something to represent power was actually a reflection of one's own personality.
For example, Yang Guo's power was dust and smoke.
Yang Guo's personality was plain and casual.
Chen Zhao was a bit sick of this. It was a good cultivation trick, but it had to be like a stream of consciousness.
Wouldn't it be better to just write a paragraph of the trick? Why did he have to make it so mysterious?
It would be more troublesome for future generations to cultivate.
Chen Zhao thought about it. What was my personality?
It seemed to be similar to Yang Guo. Was my power also dust and smoke?
Chen Zhao closed his eyes and imagined the wisp of smoke in front of the statue.
I don't feel anything … I don't feel anything at all.
Forget it. That feeling was too mysterious. I'd better imagine something more realistic.
Chen Zhao turned to the green mountain behind him.
He wanted to see if he could feel the power of the green mountain.
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