One Encounter Is Better than Countless Encounters in the World

Chapter 330: One meeting is better than countless others in the world

The middle-aged man on the city wall looked a little pale, obviously injured and still not fully recovered. This middle-aged man was none other than the National Master Yankang. He was seriously injured in the battle with the gods. Although Qin Mu and the Little Poison King Fu Yuanqing worked together to heal his injuries, they were injuries caused by the gods after all, and he had not fully recovered yet.

The Mandi Kingdom also took advantage of this opportunity to invade Yankang. The Qingmen Pass was of great importance. Yankang State Master knew that Yankang Kingdom had experienced two major disasters and its vitality was greatly damaged. In addition, neither he nor Emperor Yanfeng had recovered to their peak condition, and Emperor Yanfeng's injuries were more serious than his.

He was afraid that the Mandi Kingdom would invade directly, so he mobilized troops and generals to defend Qingmen Pass.

He even went so far as to come to the battlefield in person and command the battle personally.

The village chief drew his sword and settled the fight on the battlefield with one blow, shocking everyone, and he saw it all.

In fact, this is not so much shocking as it has the ability to turn the battlefield into a sea of ​​blood, shocking the soldiers and horses of both sides.

The lives of everyone on the battlefield are in his hands.

This kind of swordsmanship cannot be considered as swordsmanship, but rather a high-level and shortcut method, which allowed National Master Yankang to see a higher level, the level of kendo.

The village chief's move unleashed countless sword lights, and the most terrifying thing was that the trajectory of each sword light was different. It was almost impossible to restrain every warrior and magical user.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were fighting on the battlefield. Everyone's strength was different, and the martial arts and magical powers they practiced were more or less different. Moreover, the battle formations were changing rapidly. If you wanted to control everyone at the same time, you needed to restrain all their magical powers, martial arts, spiritual weapons, and formations. The amount of calculations required was already at an incredible level.

Anyone who has achieved this level can be called a god, the god of swords!

"One sword opened the ocean of blood. I have seen this kind of swordsmanship before, in the paintings of the painting saint."

State Master Yankang stared at Long Qilin. Qin Mu and others were standing on Long Qilin's back. Although these people were very strong, he did not take them seriously.

"I saw the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this painting. For the past two hundred years, I have studied the swordsmanship of the man in the painting, and I gained something new every time I watched him. Until one day, I could no longer see any new swordsmanship. Then I thought I had reached the level of the man in the painting."

Imperial Master Yankang recalled the painting, his eyes searching for the person in the painting, but he couldn't find him. Then his gaze focused on Qin Mu's back.

Qin Mu was carrying a medicine basket, in which was a white-haired old man without hands or feet.

This old man did not look like the person in the painting. The person in the painting was a sword god. He was not that old and was full of vigor, like a sword that had just drunk blood.

But the old man with the medicine basket is a cripple, in his twilight years, and the candlelight may be extinguished by the wind at any time. How can he be as vigorous and energetic as the sword god in the painting?

But Master Yankang could be sure that this disabled old man was the Sword God of that time!

Because his enlightenment on swordsmanship came from the sword god in the painting.

Imperial Master Yankang's body trembled slightly, he exhaled a long breath, and ordered: "Welcome!"

The city gate opened, and the generals in the city stood on both sides. Long Qilin strode into the city with his head held high and his big belly. Suddenly, all the sword lights in the battlefield surged like a tide, whistling towards Qin Mu and drilling into the medicine basket behind him.

The chief of Yaolouzi Village stuck his head out and saw the middle-aged man walking towards him, the man who was said to be a saint who appears once every five hundred years, the strongest man under God, and the man who was hailed as the contemporary sword god!

When their eyes met, their hearts were stirred.

The Sword God of last era and the Sword God of this era finally meet!

At the rear of the battlefield, the sound of bronze bells being struck came from the towers of the two important passes. It was the sound of a gong, announcing the withdrawal of troops from the battlefield.

On the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of soldiers felt relieved and hastily retreated. All of them suddenly felt that they were soaked and sweating profusely.

In Qingmen Pass, the village chief floated out from the medicine basket. He seemed to have grown legs and hands. He walked straight towards National Master Yankang. The strongest men of two eras met!

"Are you learning sword?" asked the village chief.

Master Yankang bowed to him as a disciple, and said respectfully: "I learned swordplay in my early years, and I will stop learning swordplay when I am 160 years old."

The village chief inquired, "You know swords when you are one hundred and sixty years old?"

Imperial Master Yankang said solemnly: "When I was 160 years old, I read all the unique skills in the world and comprehended the great magical powers. Then I learned about swords and started to create my own swordsmanship."

The village chief smiled and said, "Show me your sword skills."

State Master Yankang drew his sword, and the sword light filled the sky and illuminated the world. His sword skills were varied and ever-changing, as numerous as stars in the sky, and as simple as abacus sticks, with horizontal and vertical lines, twists and turns, and it seemed that it could be transformed into other worldly things, giving people an indescribable feeling.

His swordsmanship has an indomitable momentum, a spirit of reform and innovation that is like a raging fire boiling oil and blooming flowers. It is determined to ignite the fire of all living things in the world, change this inherent world, change this unchanging road, reform everything that is stale, tear open the decay of this old era to reveal its ugly face and the ugly truth!

He wants to use his sword to change the stale ways of this world, create more new paths, and bring the world into a new era!

His swordsmanship has gone beyond technique and become a method, incorporating his own philosophy. He is only one step away from reaching the realm of Tao!

Li is the Li of concept and the Li of truth. When swordsmanship has concept, it has life. His swordsmanship already has life. However, Tao comes before Li, and only when you surpass Li can you see Tao.

His swordsmanship was only one step away from enlightenment.

Master Yankang put away his sword, panting. His injuries had not healed yet, and his cultivation was not as good as before. However, in front of the previous Sword God, he was like a student. He was willing to show his most perfect swordsmanship and looked forward to the other party's evaluation.

"Good swordsmanship."

The village chief exclaimed in admiration, "You are worthy of being the first person under God, a saint who appears once every five hundred years. Before I die, I finally meet someone I can communicate with. I came out this time just to see you, I want you to see the truth."

Imperial Master Yankang said solemnly: "Today, there are millions of soldiers stationed at Qingmen Pass, many of whom are my students, but I am your student. There are also many scholars from the Imperial Academy who have come here to help because of the national crisis. I dare to ask you to teach us and answer our questions here!"

The village chief smiled and said, "I dare not, it's just communication."

The two walked together, Qin Mu followed behind. Xiong Xiyu looked up at the old man and the middle-aged man with a strange look in her eyes. She whispered, "In the Zhentian Palace in the West, there are no such outstanding men. We women in the West are in charge, and men are submissive and obedient. If the men in the West were as bold and capable as them, why would we women be in charge?"

As they walked into the city, Qin Mu saw many scholars from Tai Academy, all of whom were sitting cross-legged, waiting quietly, their expressions unable to hide their excitement.

This time, the country was in crisis. The Mandi Kingdom invaded on a large scale. Yankang Kingdom experienced a major rebellion and a snowstorm, which led to the people's livelihood being in dire straits. The population dropped sharply and the people were displaced. The country had not yet settled down and there was a shortage of food. Even in the army, there was not enough food and grass. Many scholars from the Imperial Academy came here and lived a tight life, not daring to eat enough.

Qin Mu also saw Wei Yong, Qin Yu and others. Wei Yong was originally a fat man, but now he has become much thinner due to hunger.

I'm afraid this embarrassing situation will only get better when the autumn harvest season comes.

The village chief sat down with Master Yankang, and the village chief said slowly: "I am not here to talk about swordsmanship this time, but only about the Dao. I will talk about the Dao of the Sword. As for how much you can gain, it depends on your understanding. There is no such thing as the Dao of the Sword in this world. Since the sword as a weapon was created, there has been the Dao of the Sword."

Many soldiers who had returned from the front lines also came over. Some took off their armor and sat on the ground, while others simply stood and listened.

Many people were puzzled when they heard the old man preach. Someone whispered, "Can the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth be created? Aren't we, the masters of supernatural powers, cultivating the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth?"

Qin Mu's heart moved slightly, and he recalled his conversation with Jade King, in which he talked about the reform and the changes in the great way of heaven and earth.

Human creativity has brought into the world many great ways of heaven and earth that did not originally exist, and it is also human creativity that has changed the existing great ways of heaven and earth.

Taoism has magical powers. When the Tao changes, the law will also change. This is why it is called reform.

Jade King believed that the reform might affect the interests of gods and demons.

What the village chief said was much more profound than what Jade King said.

The reason why everyone is puzzled is that they are all people who practice Qi Refining. Their inherent cognition is to learn the Taoist magical powers that have been passed down, and the magical powers are dependent on Taoism. If you want them to change their inherent cognition, you can imagine how much of a shock it will cause to their minds!

Imperial Master Yankang asked, "How was the Great Dao created?"

The village chief said, "When you reach the extreme, you can create something. Imperial Master, have you reached the extreme of swordsmanship?"

Imperial Master Yankang was slightly startled and said, "Just a little bit."

The village chief smiled and said, "I'll help you."

He stabbed at Master Yankang with a sword, and the scenery around him changed immediately. Thousands of mountains and rivers came into view. In an instant, it seemed that they were no longer surrounded by Qingmen Pass, no longer a battlefield with rivers of blood, but another new world and a new horizon. The mountains were lush and green, the plants were lush and green, the rivers were rushing, and the waves were blooming. Every wave was so clear and so real, and the veins of every leaf were so complex and so different.

Everyone stood up, some climbed up the mountain, some jumped into the river, and some picked up a flower made of sword light. Qin Mu stretched out his hand and caught a drop of dew hanging from the leaves.

The sword travels across mountains and rivers.

This was the Sword Slipping Mountains and Rivers performed by the village chief. It was clearly an extremely powerful move, but in the hands of the village chief it had no killing power. Instead, it brought them into a strange world.

This seems to be a real world, a world made up of kendo.

Although this scene brought a great shock to them, it had the greatest impact on National Master Yankang. His body trembled, his soul throbbed, he squatted down and touched the ground, looked up at the starry sky. The village chief made him see the face of Tao and let him come into contact with the way of the sword.

Suddenly, he felt a door suddenly open and he stood there motionless.

Seeing this, the village chief sighed inwardly, "A saint who appears once every five hundred years is indeed much more talented than Mu'er. He has attained enlightenment so quickly."