Venerable Swordsman did not respond.
Søren asked again, "Venerable Swordsman, what if I insist on going in?"
A voice came from inside, "Søren, right? Everything in the world has a value. If I let you in, what can you bring me? "
Søren was stunned. Venerable Swordsman did not sound like a peerless master, but more like a calculative merchant.
Venerable Swordsman said, "Think carefully before you answer. What can you bring me? Anything you have now or something that can only be realized in the future? If what you give me can move me, I will let you in. Of course, you only have one chance. "
Søren fell into deep thought. What could he bring to Venerable Swordsman?
Or rather, what did Venerable Swordsman need?
He did not need anything. A man's life was nothing more than fame, wealth, and emotions.
Venerable Swordsman did not care about the title of duke, nor did he care about money. He was also famous. Now that he was in his sixties or seventies, he had seen through everything and had everything. He did not lack anything.
What could a mere Søren bring him? It seemed like he could not give him anything.
So Venerable Swordsman said, "Think carefully before you answer. What does Venerable Swordsman need?"
Søren closed his eyes and thought about Venerable Swordsman's voice once again. It seemed to be filled with melancholy, low, serious, and boring.
Thus, Søren said, "I have almost nothing now, so perhaps the only thing I can bring to Venerable Swordsman is a smile."
"Your smile?" Venerable Swordsman asked, "I don't think I need it."
"No, it's your smile." Søren said, "Venerable Swordsman, how long has it been since you last smiled? Perhaps … you have not smiled since you lost your family's territory. "
Søren was talking about losing his territory, not offering it up.
Venerable Swordsman fell into silence. He had indeed not smiled for decades. He had even forgotten how to smile, as if his life was endless loneliness and melancholy.
"Alright, you can give it a try." Venerable Sword said, "Making me smile is a very difficult thing, even more difficult than killing me. I have completely forgotten how to smile."
Indeed, making a Grandmaster like Venerable Sword laugh might be even harder than killing him.
Søren said, "Let me tell you a joke."
The Honorable Swordsman was even more speechless. He was as calm as an ancient well, and his heart was dead. Even if he were to defeat Jiang Shang, the King of the East Li, and become the world's number one, it might not be enough to make him smile.
And Søren was going to tell him a joke.
Søren said, "One night, Gui Qinshao was bathing when she suddenly saw a dark shadow outside the window. Someone was peeping at her while she was bathing. The shadow seemed to be Eldest Martial Brother Qing Chengzi. So she put on her clothes, cried and made a scene in front of you, and called all her fellow apprentices over. She complained to you that Qingchengzi peeped on her while she was bathing, but Qingchengzi said he didn't. Gui Qinshao said it was Qingchengzi. She saw it all. "
There was no reaction from inside the cave.
Søren continued, "So Eldest Martial Brother Qing Chengzi swore to the heavens that if I peeped on Junior Martial Sister Gui Qinshao bathing, I would be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."
Søren paused for a moment, then continued, "Boom, boom, boom. A few bolts of lightning struck you, Venerable Sword."
There was still no reaction from inside. A gust of wind blew past, and Søren felt a little cold.
After a long while, laughter came from inside.
"Hahahaha …" Venerable Sword laughed and said, "You bastard, making such a vulgar joke about me. Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you with one palm? Gui Qinshao is your fiancée, and you're making such a joke about her. You're really a mischievous little brat. "
Then, Venerable Sword said, "Alright, come in."
Instantly, the powerful energy wall in front of him disappeared, and Søren walked in.
…
Did Venerable Sword Bi Xiao really let him in because of Søren's vulgar joke? Of course not. It was because he said that Søren, who was about to lose his territory, had come to visit him. Bi Xiao sympathized with him because he was in the same boat.
However, he could not admit to this reason. After all, in public, he, Bi Xiao, had voluntarily given up a few hundred square kilometers of territory because he was addicted to swordsmanship.
Therefore, Venerable Sword made up a random reason to test Søren.
However, he did not expect that Søren's answer would be very unique. He, Venerable Sword, really did not need anything. He was disheartened, and the only thing he lacked was a smile.
Søren's joke was vulgar, and it was made on Venerable Sword, but … it was indeed able to make him smile.
After entering, Søren realized that the cave Bi Xiao was in was very small. It was only about one square meter, and there was nothing in it except stones.
In the dim light and shadow, he saw the legendary Venerable Sword Bi Xiao, the number one swordsman.
In Søren's imagination, Venerable Sword Bi Xiao should have white hair and a youthful complexion because of his superb martial arts. He should be elegant and calm like a god.
However, in reality, Venerable Sword Bi Xiao was an old man. His hair was all white, his face was bony, and his body was thin. He was sixty-nine years old, but he looked like he was in his eighties.
When people got older, especially when their faces became thinner, it was impossible to see their facial features clearly, and it was impossible to tell whether they were handsome or ugly.
As for Venerable Sword Bi Xiao, he was so skinny that it was impossible to tell whether he was handsome or ugly.
"Why? I look completely different from what you imagined. I must have disappointed you," Venerable Sword Bi Xiao said.
"Indeed." Søren said, "However, this further confirms my guess. There is no feudal lord in the world who will willingly give up their territory and the foundation of their ancestors. "
"Let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it. It will only add to your worries, "Venerable Sword Bi Xiao sighed and said," However, as someone who has been through it, I have to give you a piece of advice. No matter how good your martial arts is, it is useless. You can't fight against thousands of soldiers and horses, and you can't fight against power that can topple the heavens. Unless, you can reach the level of the Dragon Emperor. "
"Yes, thank you for your advice, Venerable Sword Bi Xiao," Søren said.
"What brings you here?" Venerable Sword Bi Xiao asked.
"To learn swordsmanship from you," Søren said.
"Why?" Venerable Sword Bi Xiao asked.
"To defeat Gui Qinshao," Søren said.
Venerable Sword Bi Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at Søren. He nodded and said, "You are talented. If you focus on swordsmanship, you can defeat Gui Qinshao in about ten years."
What Venerable Sword Bi Xiao said was that Søren had to rely on his own bloodline talent and spiritual power. This was because no one in the world knew about the existence of Eros.
Søren coughed and said, "I, I will fight with Gui Qinshao in ten days to determine the winner."
"Cough, cough, cough …" Venerable Sword Bi Xiao almost choked on his own saliva and coughed violently.
Søren quickly went forward and patted his back.
After the coughing stopped, Venerable Sword Bi Xiao pointed outside and said, "Get out."
If it was not for his status as a Grandmaster, Venerable Sword Bi Xiao would have slapped Søren flat.
This bastard, what did he think swordsmanship was? Starting from scratch, he wanted to defeat Gui Qinshao, who had been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years, in ten days.
Were all the people who practiced the sword in the world idiots and trash?
Søren said, "Also, I will not use Dragon Power, only swordsmanship, the Nine Disaster Swords."
"Get out," Venerable Sword Bi Xiao said, "If you don't get out, I will beat you up."
Although the Nine Disaster Swords was not suitable for actual combat, it was a supreme swordsmanship used to comprehend swordsmanship. It was the most difficult swordsmanship in the world.
Now, Søren said that he would defeat Gui Qinshao in ten days.
Venerable Sword Bi Xiao thought that he was extremely talented, but it took him three years to learn the Nine Disaster Swords.
This was because this swordsmanship was not about superficial movements, but about understanding the force field and balance of the internal meridians.
Venerable Sword Bi Xiao said angrily, "Get out, I have nothing left but swordsmanship. Whoever dares to tarnish swordsmanship will be my enemy."
Søren did not leave. Instead, he knelt on the ground and said seriously, "Please believe me, I am very serious, and I have a sacred reverence for swordsmanship. I even risked my life to learn this swordsmanship. In reality, I learned this swordsmanship in ten days, but in the spiritual illusion, I might need three, five, or even more. "
As soon as he said that, Bi Xiao put down his walking stick and said in shock, "Meditation to learn swordsmanship?"
"Yes." Søren said.
Bi Xiao looked at Søren for a while and shook his head. "That's even more impossible. Do you know who is the exclusive owner of meditation?"
"I do." Søren said, "It's the exclusive owner of those spiritual cultivators in the Dragon Temple. They feel that time is not enough in reality, so they enter the spiritual illusion to slow down time by ten times, twenty times, or even more. Then, in the meditation world where time is slow, they study the problems in reality. "
"Then do you know how old I was when I learned to meditate?" Venerable Sword Bi Xiao asked.
"I don't know." Søren shook his head.
Venerable Sword Bi Xiao said, "Fifty-nine years old. After the death of my beloved, I had nothing to worry about, so I learned to meditate."
Venerable Sword Bi Xiao continued, "What you said about using meditation to learn swordsmanship to defeat Gui Qinshao is true in theory. Because in the deepest level of meditation, ten days can indeed become ten years. However, with my current level, in the meditation world, ten days is also a year. So, your so-called meditation to learn swordsmanship is a hundred times more difficult than defeating Gui Qinshao. Do you know that? "
"I know." Søren said.
Of course, he knew that meditation was the top cultivation method in this world. In this world, only the top spiritual cultivators could do it. In fact, it was exclusive to the great cultivators in the Dragon Temple.
Søren wanted to use meditation to learn swordsmanship to defeat Gui Qinshao. It was like Zhang Village and Li Village fighting over water. Zhang Village decided to develop a nuclear bomb to destroy Li Village. And the difficulty of developing a nuclear bomb was ten thousand times more difficult than destroying Li Village.
However, meditation that was difficult for others might be a piece of cake for Søren.
Because he had Eros!
If he wanted to cultivate Dragon Power to increase his strength, meditation would be useless.
If he used other swordsmanship in the competition, Søren would definitely lose. Because even if he trained his swordsmanship to the highest level, his strength was not as good as Gui Qinshao's, and his speed was not as good as Gui Qinshao's. Even if he did not use Dragon Power, he would still lose.
However, Søren said to use the Nine Swords of Disaster to compete without Dragon Power.
On the surface, this was a great advantage for Gui Qinshao. However, the Nine Swords of Disaster's specialty was that the second move would definitely defeat the first move, and the ninth move would definitely defeat the eighth move.
This was determined by the internal force field of the swordsmanship itself. The higher the moves learned, the more thorough the understanding, and the more he would definitely win.
So, as long as Søren mastered the ninth move of the Nine Swords of Disaster, he would definitely win.
Otherwise, with his ulterior motives, why would he propose a bet that he could not win?
So, what Søren needed now was the guidance of the highest Sword Dao master, and then to cultivate and understand in the meditation realm for five, eight, or even longer.
…
"Sir Sword Master, coincidentally, I happen to have a very strange talent in meditation, and can easily enter the deepest level of meditation." Søren said, "So, ten days in the real world, five, eight years in the meditation realm, I can do it."
Sword Master's eyes widened, and he hissed, "That's impossible."
Absolutely impossible. The meditation technique was the most profound and mysterious cultivation technique in this world.
Without decades of tempering, without reaching the state of being completely emotionless, without the state of being completely emotionless, it was impossible to enter meditation.
So, there was no one in the world who could successfully cultivate meditation before the age of forty.
Once he cultivated meditation, his attainment in the Sword Dao would increase by leaps and bounds.
Because to extend the time in the meditation realm by tens or even hundreds of times to understand the Sword Dao was too heaven-defying, it was like a bug.
Søren did not speak, and he closed his eyes.
"Eros, block my brain, block my spirit, block everything from the outside world, block any distracting thoughts in my mind, and let me enter the meditation realm," Søren said.
"Yes," Eros said.
Then, it released a powerful Dragon Power and Mental Energy to block Søren's brain, completely isolating it from the outside world.
Soon, Søren entered the meditation realm.
Then, Eros found the part of Søren's brain that released distracting thoughts, and released its Mental Energy to block that part of the brain.
So, Søren entered a deeper level of meditation.
Bi Xiao reached out to check Søren's breathing, and then pressed on Søren's heart.
His breathing became slower and slower, and so did his heartbeat.
In the end, it was as if he had died.
Because when a person entered a deep level of meditation, only a part of the brain would work, and the rest of the body would stop.
Then, the body's energy consumption would be reduced to a few tenths, or even one percent.
So, the heartbeat would become slower and slower.
In the end, Søren's heartbeat was no more than ten times a minute.
This meant that he had entered a very deep level of meditation.
Immediately, Sword Venerable Bi Xiao was completely shocked. In this world, there was actually someone so young who could enter the meditation realm so easily, and it was a deep level of meditation too. Without the help of any medicine or spells, he could enter meditation with his eyes closed. It was even easier than sleeping, just like eating or drinking.
This little bastard was a genius, a genius that only appeared once in a hundred years. Even his existence was illogical.
Søren's performance completely subverted Sword Venerable Bi Xiao's understanding and way of thinking.
This way, Søren could use ten days to learn the Nine Swords of Disaster and then defeat Gui Qinshao.
Sword Venerable Bi Xiao looked at Søren's handsome and even devilish face, and muttered to himself, "You, you're a monster."
Then, he patted Søren and said, "Wake up, I'll teach you the Nine Swords of Disaster, and I'll wait for you to perform a miracle."
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