Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 193 After all, how many people really have a deer, but they don’t know how to dream of being a fish all day long.

Chen Kuang had previously agreed to give the master of Freedom Mountain a poem as a gift when he came out. This gave him the opportunity to replace Zhang Zhizhou in the Pinggu battlefield.

At this moment, Master is here to ask for that poem!

Chen Kuang took a deep breath and glanced at the endless calm sky.

Coming back from two thousand years ago, he already had a completely different understanding of the sky... His unintentional sword cut open the sky, allowing him to see the scene beyond the sky, and also allowed him to see the scene outside the sky. Something has changed in his ideas about the world.

At the moment when it resonated with the Great Dao of Time, Chen Kuang also knew that it was precisely because of that sword that led to the subsequent downfall of the Daqi Dynasty.

And many people involved in this matter may not be unaware of it.

At least, Xi Mengquan must have known about it, and was even one of the leaders.

What about the rest?

Several saints in the world today, except for "Martial Saint" Mu Zhao, all seem to be old yinbi with their own agendas, and there is no reason why they don't know.

Especially this "Master".

Three thousand peaches and plums, a forefather of a hundred generations.

Although according to the little princess's experience in the illusion of reincarnation, the "Master" seems to be an ordinary person in the rumors. He has never shown any cultivation. He usually uses a ruler to teach people and relies entirely on the protection of his disciples. Even if it is true, To take action, the means used are all magical Spiritual Treasures.

——For example, the sound-transmitting paper crane used at the moment can be used even by ordinary people who cannot control spiritual energy.

But if "Master" really has no cultivation, then Chen Kuang would rather believe that Mu Zhao has a brain!

At this time, if the other party wants a poem from him, it must be more than just a poem.

And if Chen Kuang gave a poem, he would definitely get more than just praise and criticism, but... the master's help!

Chen Kuang's thoughts only changed for a brief moment.

The Zhou Kingdom Grandmaster's fist has already fallen, shaking away the clouds!

Looking at this strength, there are some shadows of Martial Saint. It seems that he is another "outer disciple" of Martial Saint Pavilion who has studied the preaching monument.

Mu Zhao’s influence in Cangyuan was too great.

When the disciple of "Martial Saint" dies, only "Martial Saint" is angry, but when "Martial Saint" dies, there are more than thousands of people who are angry.

As the news spreads today, no one knows how many people will list Chen Kuang as a must-kill target.

In Chen Kuang's current state, it would be extremely dangerous to resist this punch.

But he didn't dodge.

Not only did he not dodge, he also stopped escaping, forcibly restrained his body, and remained motionless in place.

While the Grandmaster of Zhou Kingdom showed a fierce look, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart.

This kid... is he looking for death? !

But it was just a trace of confusion. The fist in his hand did not pause at all, and with a huge force like a landslide, he punched Chen Kuang's body!

Chen Kuang's eyes flashed, he controlled his body, and remained completely still for a moment.

Then, something strange happened.

The moment Grandmaster Zhou's fist touched Chen Kuang's body, it seemed to be deflected and slid to the other side by an invisible force as soft as water but irresistible!

"What?!"

The Grandmaster of Zhou Kingdom didn't even react, his pupils tightened.

But his punch had been unleashed with all his strength, and it was impossible to take it back.

Following this force, his whole body rushed out towards the other side, flying a hundred feet!

Chen Kuang raised the corner of his mouth and took advantage of this moment to pass by, turning into a stream of light and jumping hundreds of feet in the opposite direction.

This deflection and return widened the distance between the two.

It also bought enough time for Chen Kuang.

The scene just now seemed strange to others, but to Chen Kuang, it was a matter of course. The "wooden man" he had obtained before was passively effective!

["Wooden Man": When you don't move, others will not be able to attack you. ]

If Chen Kuang doesn't move, no one else can move him.

But just now he had moved, and then stopped in the middle, then the weird thing like before would naturally happen, causing the opponent's attack to deflect, making it impossible to hit him.

But at this time, Chen Kuang staying put is not a long-term solution. He can stay still for a while, but he cannot stay still for the rest of his life.

These five Grandmasters are not the full strength of the Zhou Kingdom. Chen Kuang himself is fine, but he cannot ignore the people who have just stood up for him and would rather be enemies with Ji Chengtian.

He could only run.

However, the little time he gained was enough for him to recite a poem in answer to his promise.

In the moment just now, Chen Kuang thought of many verses, worthy of this "master" who upheld the principles of a gentleman in Liberty Mountain and taught many disciples.

Among all the rumors, some said that he had no cultivation, some said that he was the strongest in the world, some said that he was just trying to gain fame, and some said that he was ambitious.

In Chen Kuang's knowledge, he secretly sent disciples to search various countries, just to find a wise king who could calm the world.

It seems that he is looking for an opportunity... to end this chaotic world of cannibalism in which the strong are respected and the weak are sacrificed.

However, when Chen Kuang saw the sky, he knew that this cyclical chaotic world would never end if it was not solved from the root cause...

So, Chen Kuang turned around and looked at the paper crane, at the people in the chaos, and at the panic-stricken world.

Above the sky, I don’t know when, the snow has fallen.

But in an instant, it became huge.

Chen Kuang recalled his original past and thought that since the transmigration, he had gone from being like a lost dog, having his legs broken by being trampled by Li Hongling, to watching Mu Zhao turn into a candle that was extinguished in an instant before his eyes.

The four sentences of Hengqu that shocked the past and the present flashed through his mind, but they were quickly abandoned by him.

Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry on the unique teachings for the past saints, and create peace for all generations...

This is good and great.

The "master" of Liberty Mountain must be worthy of these four sentences. In fact, this should be the other person's pursuit in this life.

However, this is not what Chen Kuang wants to say to the other party.

Chen Kuang stretched out his hand, caught the paper crane, laughed, and said seriously, word by word:

"Here I am, the heaven and the earth are like a hut, and the worldly affairs have worn away the green hair on my temples..."

His voice was almost blown away in the vast sky, but it seemed to be carried far and wide by the howling wind.

"After all, how many people really got the deer?

I wonder if I dream of being a fish all day long. "

…

Liberty Hill.

The peach blossoms are like clouds and the fallen flowers are colorful.

Everyone in the world knows that even though the four seasons in the world pass by in a blink of an eye, the peach blossoms on Liberty Mountain still bloom all year round. Countless students plant a peach tree when they enter the mountain to add another touch of beauty to the red clouds.

If the student dies, the peach tree will wither and turn into spring mud.

I don’t know how long this Liberty Mountain has existed and how many famous people it has produced, but the scope of this peach forest has hardly changed.

Today, Liberty Hill is still full of books.

The master sitting at the top was a thin old man with a stinking face, holding a paper crane and lowering his eyes to listen.

Suddenly, he raised his head suddenly, looked into the distance, and laughed:

"Good! What a 'After all, how many people really have a deer, and they don't know how to dream of being a fish all day long'!"

The thin old man stood up and sighed: "Who gets the deer and who gets the fish? It will be proven soon! In this case, there is no point in me nesting in this mountain..."

He took a step forward, and with this step, he already appeared at the border of the peach forest in Freedom Mountain.

Many disciples were left looking at each other for a long time, their mouths wide open, showing incredible expressions.

"Master... Master, don't you have no cultivation level?"

This thin old man, who always raised his eyebrows and cursed, stood at the border and finally straightened up slowly. For a moment, he seemed extremely tall.

He held the ruler and took another step forward without hesitation.

With one step, the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers were shaken, and the power of the Saint emerged spontaneously from him.

The master looked down at his ruler, stroked it lovingly, then held it with both hands and folded it hard.

"Crack!"

The ruler was broken.

Half of it turned into pen and ink, and half turned into awe-inspiring righteousness.

The students at Liberty Mountain were shocked and stood up one after another. As if they understood something, they all bowed deeply and saluted in the direction where the master was leaving.

"Students send Saint off to the mountain!"

The master broke his ruler and entered the world, and he was no longer the master teaching and educating people in the peach forest and deep mountains.

But Saint.

Literary sage.

(End of chapter)