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Luo Jiujiang is appreciating his "humanity".
His perception of sword intent originated from people, and his many advancements were also born from people.
Now that he stands tall on the stage, everyone in the audience cheers and congratulates him for becoming the young master of the Spirit Snake Realm; when he took Qianling's hand and stepped on the lake, the front and back of him melted into the ocean like water droplets, and the only one in the concerted chorus Someone shouted "Luolang".
It is human beings to work together in this way and unite as one.
His clothes are not cumbersome now, and now he is standing beside Zhen Shuangliu, being pressed on the shoulder by his master with concern, he is the unique young master of the Spirit Snake Realm. And after a while, he jumped into the audience like a fish, like a seed falling into the soil, and threw himself into the crowd. He was the freest and most ordinary living being.
This is ever-changing, fish and dragons are ever-changing, it is human beings.
And at the very beginning and the very end of each change, from the croaking just as soon as it landed, to the cloudy eyes that are about to die; under the uniform performance of everyone in the audience at this time, they are vivid and flexible, making their calculations All kinds of crackling thoughts, the numb and panting living flesh in the death ground, and the piles of white bones piled up in the corner of the cave.
Humans are born, they are vigorous, they are dying, and they are dead.
? Sun rises and sets, tides ebb and flow, flowers wither and bloom, and birth and death.
Human life and death are two extreme directions. Just like between heaven and earth, pushing the dark, dark, and twilight to the extreme is Yin; pushing the bright, clear, and dry to the extreme is Yang.
Even when his master's cold and weird spiritual power is fully released, he can still distinguish between the object to be deterred and the object to be protected. How can the meaning of the knife have only one direction, and how can the form it shows be only destruction and death?
"The word for music is the bell of the Great Dao. One sound can make all things live, and one sound can make all things die" Suddenly, this teaching of Mr. Gongyi appeared in Luo Jiujiang's ears again.
Mr. Gongyi, who plucked the strings and tuned it, said that the word music is the bell of the Dao; since ancient times, swordsmanship has been more powerful than other monks, so naturally he said that the word sword is the bell of the Dao; Take it to ask Xie Chuncan, isn't it that medicine is the bell of the Tao, and the bow is the bell of the Tao?
Luo Jiujiang also felt that the word for knife must be the bell of the avenue.
All what people say is what they see in their own eyes and what they get in their hearts. Everyone is right.
Because the road refers to the same goal!
Luo Jiujiang looked up to the sky with a long smile. He pulled out the Chengxue newly acquired around his waist, and held the silver sand sheath horizontally in the young man's slender palm. At this moment, it was dazzlingly bright.
His performance was really inconsistent with a "young master who was obediently introduced to the stage by the master". Some people raised their heads in surprise, and their eyes drifted silently between Luo Jiujiang and Zhenshuangliu.
At this moment, those with ulterior motives see the conspiracy, those who are vigilant and pessimistic think of transposition and forcing the palace, the tolerant and gentle guests tolerate this little boyish madness, while the old-fashioned and polite people frowned at Luo Jiujiang's long and ostentatious smiles brow.
There are thousands of ideas, thoughts and understandings buried under the skin of everyone, but no matter how others speculate, Luo Jiujiang will always be Luo Jiujiang.
Luo Jiujiang raised his palm and slapped the air, his aura spread out like money at this moment, and the flagon on the table full of banquet guests swung around in a big circle, like a dance in which the hem of the skirt was spread out to the extreme, also It's like a drunken fist with a full circle. The fine wine that is not exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold dripped into each guest's cup, and the jug placed on the main seat, which was carved from jade, flew a beautiful arc in the air and landed firmly in the palm of Luo Jiujiang.
He raised his head and took a sip from the spout of the pot, and then flicked his wrist, the most mellow and moving smell of wine poured out, soaking the treasured sword Chengxue he was holding in one hand.
He is inviting his beloved knife to drink, just as he was willing to use his own blood to give Cheng Xue a start.
Some people hesitated to touch the glass that had just been poured by the young master Spirit Snake, some were puzzled like a monk Zhang Er, some tentatively used spiritual energy to defend themselves, and occasionally a few people were aroused by the smell of alcohol in the room. Fanatic, no matter what, he first offered a toast to Luo Jiujiang!
After Luo Jiujiang poured a pot of wine with a knife, he raised his arms and threw the pot to the ground without pulling out the knife. He only held Chengxue with the scabbard high with both hands, and said calmly: "Today I have a glass of wine, and I will give it to everyone in the world. There is a knife, and I will give it to the world to kill!"
When the ultimate, dazzling white bloomed in Luo Jiujiang's palm, he still hadn't drawn out his knife.
And in this style, there is no need to draw a knife.
It used to be the white seed held up by the tip of Luo Jiujiang's knife, and it was the embryonic form of Daoyuan in Luo Jiujiang's knife. It was Luo Jiujiang's last hope after seeing "life" and "death".Keep staring at a target and chop hard until the number to be lowered reaches the target.
Therefore, as long as the master has the ability, he will usually sweep the formation here for the disciples, and take action to weaken the power of each thunder disaster, so as to prevent the apprentice from dying because they cannot bear the thunder disaster.
Anyway, there are at most three Golden Core Tribulations, regardless of the size of the monk's head, as long as it hits the target. However, most of the mediocre people only need to be hit once to get away with it, and they will succeed in forming alchemy ever since.
It is said that the more talented a person is, the stronger the thunder disaster he will face. This is the truth recognized by the whole cultivation world, so it is no wonder that Zhen Shuangliu is so anxious to take Luo Jiujiang under his wing.
However, Luo Jiujiang just smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, Master, it won't hurt me."
He raised his head and looked towards the sky with a pair of smiling eyes. The source of light in his hand has not yet dispersed, and one of them is straight to the sky, as if it has long been integrated with the robbery cloud. Luo Jiujiang's expression was full of determination: "I just know."
The clouds gather together, showing a majestic shape, but this cloud is still pure white, different from other robbery clouds that are as black as drops of ink. The thunder also struck down, but it was not like the color of ordinary thunder, but pure like a beam of light.
The red robbery thunder is the blood robbery, the purple robbery thunder is the great catastrophe, the black robbery thunder is the heavenly robbery, and the golden robbery thunder is the heart demon robberyThe white one that was cut from Luo Jiujiang's head today was developed by the world of self-cultivation. It has never been seen before, what kind of catastrophe is it?
"It's not catastrophe." Luo Jiujiang said: "It's my comprehension, it's endless life."
He opened his arms to meet the tribulation thunder, just like opening his arms to embrace a spring rain.
The distance between the three lightning calamities is extremely short, so fast that they are almost connected together, but the form is different from every thunder calamity that the monks present saw. Compared with the test and inspection from heaven, the thunder calamity that happened to Luo Jiujiang was more like nourishment and reward.
During this period, the power of the pure white thunder came out slightly, and it silently spread over the vegetation within a hundred miles, and in the blink of an eye, the garden was full of flowers.
When Luo Jiujiang opened his eyes again, in addition to his new identity as a Jindan cultivator and the burning enthusiasm in everyone's eyes, what greeted him was a brand new world full of flowers and rain.
Suddenly, he thought of the little order he had filled in casually with his youthful spirit when he was in Seven Islands.
He doesn't remember much of the other words and sentences, but there is only one sentence, which fits the current scene very well.
"It is expected that Shaohua admired me and pursued ten miles of flowers."
Fate favors him, time favors him, and youth adores him.
There was a proud smile on the young man's lips, he stood facing the wind, with a circle of gentle white light of thunder and calamity shining on his body, which has not dissipated yet.
Just as he said, under the blue sky and above the thick soil, he should be the best in the world.
Because he is Luo Jiujiang.
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