Fan Xian stood under the large tree with one hand on his waist and the other gently patting the tree trunk. His mouth said it was forced, but there was a smile in his eyes. His appearance was as shameless as one could imagine. It was as if his entire body had been marked with many small squares. Each square had a large word written on it.
This was the so-called "cheap" square. This young man from the Qing Kingdom, in front of Sigu Jian, not only did his words and actions offend, he even began to be cheap.
The Northern Qi Emperor, who had been silently listening to their conversation and digesting the shock in her heart, tried to seize an opportunity. Seeing this scene, she could no longer resist. Looking at Fan Xian, she sighed and said, "How can a person be so shameless?"
Fan Xian turned his head and glanced at her. With a self-mocking smile, he said, "You should know that I have learned Tianyi Dao. You should also know that I know the Tyrannical martial method. If I also learn the Sigu Sword, although it is not a burden to have more skills, I always feel that I will become a strange creature. Furthermore, perhaps I will wipe out all possibilities in the future. Most importantly, I have never believed that there is love without reason or hate without reason in this world."
He turned toward Sigu Jian in the wheelchair and quietly said, "You still haven't given up on the idea in your heart. Must those old fellows cultivate an opponent for my Emperor before they die?"
Sigu Jian's expression was cold as he said, "Of the three of you, I didn't think highly of you in the past. Unexpectedly, you've changed a lot in these two years. You've improved a lot. It is beyond my expectations."
Fan Xian lowered his head slightly and replied, "After experiencing many life and death matters, one will always feel deeply moved."
He knew that the three people Sigu Jian was referring to were him, Haitang, and Thirteenth Wang, the three young people most likely to be close to the realm of a Great Grandmaster. He thought for a bit and then continued, "Thirteenth should have learned it before, but even he could not comprehend its true meaning, much less me."
Sigu Jian didn't say anything. On the contrary, it was the Northern Qi Emperor who smiled slightly and said to Fan Xian, "If you really don't want to learn, why don't you give this opportunity to me?"
"You?" Fan Xian laughed out loud. "The Emperor is truly someone who does things differently."
The little Emperor pressed her thin lips together into a smile and said, "The sword saint just wants to make more trouble for the Qing Emperor after he dies. You are, after all, his illegitimate child. I'm afraid you won't be able to harden your heart. Passing it to me seems more direct."
Hearing these words, even Sigu Jian couldn't resist laughing hoarsely. "Unexpectedly, there are more and more interesting people in the world."
"Alright, let's not talk about other people's business." Fan Xian stood seriously behind Sigu Jian. His hands gently rested on the back of the wheelchair. "Since I want to learn, I have to hurry. Should I go bathe and fast for a few days?"
Sigu Jian's expression was strange. Turning his head to glance at him, he said, "Swords are used to kill. Even if you wash for 100 days, in the end, you will still be stained with blood. Why wash?"
Fan Xian shook his head and said, "Since you want to teach me, you have to act like a teacher."
"You should have learned most of the sword techniques from him." Sigu Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and coldly said, "A sword is a dead object. What holds it is the hand. No matter which direction you stab or chop down from, no matter how many changes there are, it is impossible to exceed 10,000. In the end, space is only so big."
Fan Xian listened silently and seriously. To the side, the little Emperor also closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to let go of a single word of Sigu Jian's. Even if her realm was not enough for her to understand too much, forcefully memorizing it, there were still many talented aces in the Northern Qi court, such as Haitang, who was far away on the grasslands.
"How can a sword stab out and kill someone? This is a problem with sword techniques. There is always a limit to the changes in sword techniques. In tens of thousands of years, who knows how many virtuous people of the past have put in hard work. As the saying goes, there is nothing new under the sun. No matter what kind of change there is, it has long been deduced by others. "
"Thus, the sword technique has never been the most important part." Sigu Jian's remaining arm rested calmly on the armrest of the wheelchair. He slowly stroked it like he was stroking the hilt of an ancient sword. "When you sense a certain realm, you should understand that what you need to consider with a murderous sword is not how to kill, but whether you should kill."
It seemed to be a very profound statement, but Fan Xian understood it. Wu Zhu had once talked to Fan Xian about the so-called power. Power was the level of zhenqi cultivation in a person's body, but power contained too many things, such as an aura and specific techniques. Sword techniques, without question, had to be included in power. What Sigu Jian was talking about now had already surpassed the scope of power.
"It is the heart and the will. When your power has reached its peak, what you need to break through is the heart and the will," Sigu Jian said coldly.
He then raised his head to gaze at the large tree above his head. In an instant, the sword intent in his eyes pierced the sky. The countless birds and insects in the big green tree sensitively felt the killing intent that filled the heaven and earth. They fled in panic and let out countless bird cries and insect cries, it was extremely mournful. The birds turned into countless black dots and flew out from the deep green canopy, heading straight for the clouds under the sky. They wanted to get as far away from this place as possible.
Sigu Jian's voice grew lower and lower.
"A person is not a god. His physical body is a vessel. In the end, there is a limit. The cultivation of zhenqi and the increase of the real realm will stop when it reaches a certain stage, a stage where the body and Meridians cannot hold it.
If one continues to forcefully cultivate and increase it, it will only cause their Meridians to break and they will become useless. Of course, rising another foot above the Blue Sea realm is already at the upper ninth-level. If one wants to increase it further, it is a very difficult matter. "
Sigu Jian's eyes continued to gaze calmly at the green treetop. Fan Xian and the little Emperor listened quietly to the side. The atmosphere was slightly strange. The little Emperor was not a martial ace, so she did not understand. However, Fan Xian immediately captured the true meaning within. Regardless of whether it was Lang Tiao, Yun Zhilan, or himself, they had all entered the upper ninth-level realm. However, they could no longer increase their cultivation because they had already reached the limits of the human body. No matter how much they cultivated, they could only maintain themselves in this realm.
"Reality is the water in a jar. The power is the way the water is sprinkled," Sigu Jian said slowly. Sigu Jian leisurely said, "A jar of water will never be able to nourish ten thousand acres of fertile land. This is the so-called limit. If you cannot break through the boundaries of power, you can forever only sprinkle water one ladle at a time. You cannot change your pettiness. No matter how many sword techniques you learn, there is only so much of the source. Of course, you cannot experience the feeling of a river bursting its banks. "
"Thus, the most important thing is still the zhenqi in the body," Fan Xian unconsciously replied. Fan Xian unconsciously followed up. He thought of the unfathomable Way of the Emperor's zhenqi in the Emperor's body.
"Between realms, there is always a balance and mutual restriction. Reality is indeed the most important thing. If you cannot grasp a method to release the reality in your body, it is impossible for you to have an extraordinary reality."
"Just like if a river bursts its banks, if you cannot control the flow of the river water, the mysterious heavens will certainly not grant you a river." Sigu Jian smiled mockingly. "The heavens have the virtue of cherishing life and will not let a person die so easily."
"This saying is too idealistic. Furthermore, I have suddenly realized that although you have raised the most warriors in the world, in terms of teaching students, you are actually about the same as Uncle Wu Zhu." Fan Xian sighed. He thought to himself that what Sigu Jian said was very reasonable. It was just nonsense. Without a method to control the zhenqi in the body, the self-restraint of the human body would not allow the zhenqi to expand limitlessly. If one could not increase the zhenqi beyond that critical point, it would be impossible to grasp such a mysterious method.
It was truly nonsense. Furthermore, it was a proposition that did not make sense.
"Because the zhenqi in the body is no longer at a level that the human body can tolerate and has already left the boundaries of the mortal world, the method to control this kind of zhenqi should not be something that humans have." Sigu Jian pulled his gaze back from above and looked at Fan Xian coldly. "This is a very natural principle."
"Then, how do you solve this problem?"
"You must first find a method that does not belong to the mortal world." Perhaps it was because Sigu Jian had pulled his gaze back, but the wind on the tree had stopped. The leaves swayed gently. The young birds and bugs that had not been able to escape the tree in time sank into silence with the joy of escaping death.
"It is precisely the will and will I spoke of earlier."
Sigu Jian looked into Fan Xian's eyes. He didn't know how much this young man could comprehend or comprehend. Slowly, he said, "Extraordinary strength can only appear in this world through extraordinary methods. You have to forget everything you have ever learned. Little tricks, coffin-breaker, Sigu Sword, Tyrannical methods, Tianyi Dao methods. You have to forget all of these methods that can capture traces. "
"As long as there are traces, there must be a reason to follow. However, the true power of the Great Grandmaster realm truly does not have any reason." The pupils in Sigu Jian's eyes gradually constricted. Looking at Fan Xian, he said in a stern voice, "You have to forget that you are a person! You have to forget that you have hands and feet. You have to forget the hair on your body and the soreness in your bones. Don't try to use any methods that your body can control to calm the zhenqi in your body. "
"Only the will and will can cast aside the restrictions of the physical body." Sigu Jian's voice gradually became lower, but it was like countless bells ringing in Fan Xian's heart. "Take off your clothes."
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Taking off his clothes, Fan Xian's heart felt like it had been struck by lightning. Sweat suddenly seeped out of his body and completely soaked his clothes. He was familiar with these words because it was a passage from the "Records of Old Sayings" in the Five Classics. When Master Ku He's teacher, Master Genchen, was comprehending the Way, he had once shouted, "The human body is the undershirt. Only by taking it off is the path of the Way."
On the precipice in Danzhou, at the most crucial moment of his cultivation of the Tyrannical martial method, Uncle Wu Zhu had smashed his staff into his head and also shouted these words.
Unexpectedly, he had heard these words again from Sigu Jian's mouth. There seemed to be the will of heaven in the unseen world. It was also proving to Fan Xian the deep meaning of these words. It was as if it was showing him a completely new, mysterious, immeasurable, and charming realm.
After this Great Grandmaster Sigu Jian finished speaking, he didn't speak again. He sat calmly and silently under the tree.
Fan Xian's body was covered in cold sweat. He faintly knew he understood something, but in reality, he didn't understand anything. He knew what Sigu Jian said was true and correct. However, this kind of method was too vague and indiscernible. There was no way to find it. Most importantly, such an idealistic way of speaking was completely different from the Tyrannical martial method he had cultivated since he was a child. Without a person as a bridge, could he affect this real world with just his thoughts?
What was different about man's existence in the world from all things? It was in the word "thoughts". Man was the spirit of all things. He could speak and think. He could watch flowers bloom and feel joy. He could watch flowers fall and feel sorrow. He could watch the full and waning of the moon and feel the eternal vicissitudes of heaven and earth. He could watch the rise and fall of the tides and feel the impermanence of life.
The old men with their heads bent in the yellow earth also knew the joy of shadow puppets. It was an instinctive pleasure to follow Pan Lang through the night. It could also affect one's thoughts in a way that left one's instincts or substance. A powerful official with unparalleled evil could sit in seclusion for half a day, write a painting, and be proud of himself for a long time. He was moved to tears.
No creature was more complicated than humans. Only humans could have such rich emotions and thoughts that could not be forgotten in a moment. Heaven and earth were indifferent. Spectators lived and died. Only humans could look back at heaven and earth and faintly connect their thoughts.
The sweat on Fan Xian's body gradually dried. He knew how admirable that realm was. He also knew that it was not a realm that could be reached just because he wanted to. He asked in a raspy voice, "The true Sigu Jian does not need a sword. How will you teach me?"
"This method cannot be passed on. It's not that I don't want to pass it on. It's that I cannot pass it on." Sigu Jian broke the silence and coldly said, "Today, you will wander with me through Dongyi. I can only let you see. As for how much you can experience, it will all depend on your luck."
Fan Xian bowed sincerely and said, "I am willing to lead the way for you."
The little Emperor stood beside the two of them with her eyes closed. Her eyelids trembled anxiously. It looked like she was trying to memorize every word of their conversation.
Sigu Jian did not pay attention to what these two young people were thinking. He indicated for Fan Xian to push his wheelchair away from the tree and toward the bustling interior of Dongyi.
At some point, perhaps it was the moment Sigu Jian raised his head to look at the sky, the people under the tree had long scattered in all directions in fear. It was completely silent under the tree. There was only a faint shadow enveloping the ground under the tree.
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