He Has a Dragon

"Um, butterfly?" Wang Le was immediately confused and almost couldn't stand still.

"The artifact is a butterfly? Grandpa, are you sure this is not a joke?"

With the lawsuit on his forehead, Young Master Wang didn't know what to say, so he asked with a wry smile.

Ji Yang shook his head solemnly and said, "I'm not kidding, it's just a butterfly!"

Wang Le: "…………"

Ji Yang turned his head to look at Wang Le, who was standing next to him, and asked: "The ancestor of Nanhua is a famous figure in the world, don't you know?"

"Uh!" Mr. Wang, who continued to look confused, simply stopped talking and shook his head blankly.

At this time, Ji Yang suddenly recited a poem: "Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo."

"Ah!" Wang Le suddenly exclaimed, with a look of sudden realization on his face. He slapped his head hard and said, "Zhuangzi!"

As long as people who have received nine years of compulsory education, unless they are hopelessly stupid, there is no one who does not know Zhuangzi.

Because he is the second most important figure in Taoism after Lao Tzu and Li Dan.

Of course, this is just a saying in the world of mortals, and it is another matter in the martial arts world.

In Wang Le's memory, there are two things that impressed Zhuangzi the most. One was the passage in "Xiaoyaoyou" describing the ancient mythical beast Kunpeng.

When Wang Le and Qingyangzi were talking by the Tianlan River before, they mentioned this famous story "Xiaoyaoyou".

The second is the so-called Zhuang Shengxiao who is obsessed with butterflies.

It tells the story of Zhuangzi's dream. He dreamed of a butterfly, floating in the air, very relaxed and comfortable. At this time, he completely forgot that he was Zhuangzi.

After a while, he woke up and was very surprised and confused that he was still Zhuang Zhou.

He thought about it carefully and wondered whether it was Zhuangzi who dreamed of turning into a butterfly, or whether the butterfly dreamed of turning into Zhuangzi.

There must be a difference between Zhuangzi and Butterfly...

Of course Wang Le was not interested in such abstruse questions involving philosophy. He could only roughly understand,

Zhuangzi is elaborating on the practice of the so-called unity of things and myself, and the unity of nature and man.

"I really didn't expect that the ancestor of Nanhua was the great god Zhuangzi." Wang Le thought with surprise in his heart, but he was not surprised or unbelievable.

Along the way, I have been in contact with people in the martial arts world, such as Li Mubai at the earliest, and later Qingyangzi and Han Ruoshui.

Through their narration, Wang Le has long been completely numb to the fact that those famous figures in the long history of the world have become martial arts masters. He is no longer as unbelievable as he was at the beginning, and he is so horrified that he can open his mouth. Into the fist in.

With his mind wandering, Wang Le asked even more curiously: "Grandpa, what's going on with the artifact butterfly?"

At this time, Ji Yang said calmly without answering: "The path of martial arts is, in the final analysis, opening up two great treasures of a person."

"Two treasures?" Wang Le raised his eyebrows. He was a little confused by the hammer and stick in his hometown. He didn't know what the other party wanted to express.

Ji Yang hummed at first, and then explained to Wang Le: "These two treasures are physical treasures and spiritual treasures, and the process of a warrior's cultivation is to tap into the infinite potential of these two treasures."

After a pause, Ji Yang further said: "The so-called physical treasure, whether it is through practicing ancient methods to develop innate power and improve the realm of martial arts, or like you, embarking on the most primitive path of cultivation and constantly tempering the physical body, Innate power is generated from the outside and within. In the final analysis, it never deviates from its origin. It is constantly tapping the potential of people's bodies and strengthening themselves."

"As for the spiritual treasure, it means that after achieving the realm of the earth, you can practice the method of spiritual consciousness so that it will continue to grow, and eventually your soul will be able to escape from its shell and travel between heaven and earth."

"Uh! The soul escapes from its shell and travels between heaven and earth?" Wang Le looked at Ji Yang with disbelief in his eyes, and confirmed with suspicion.

Ji Yang chuckled and replied: "Of course it's not that exaggerated. It's just a metaphor. However, if you dig out spiritual treasures, the more powerful your spiritual consciousness is, the more benefits it will bring."

"To put it simply, if you want to achieve the heavenly realm of martial arts, your spiritual consciousness must be strong. Otherwise, the road to martial arts will come to an abrupt end and you will not be able to go further."

When Wang Le heard what his grandfather said, he couldn't help but think of the peak battle between Qingyangzi and Mr. Liuzhi at the late stage of martial arts on the bank of Tianlan River.

At that time, Qingyangzi was able to use the trump card of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Ruins. In addition to his profound martial arts cultivation, what was more important was his extremely powerful invisible consciousness.

Although Mr. Liuzhi escaped certain death with the help of the ancient sword pill, he was also seriously injured.

This made Wang Le vaguely feel that one of the important factors in Mr. Liuzhi's defeat was that he lost because of his own consciousness, which was not as powerful as Qingyangzi's consciousness.

When masters compete, the difference is often a thousand miles away, and Mr. Six Fingers is ultimately defeated in Maicheng.

Just when Wang Le was thinking about it, Jiyang changed the topic and returned to the previous topic. He said in a serious voice: "The ancestor of Nanhua's exploration of his own spiritual treasures can be said to be at its peak."

"The achievements he has made in cultivating his spiritual consciousness can be said to be shocking, making ghosts and gods weep, and he has been able to refine the artifact butterfly."

After a pause, Ji Yang continued: "The battle of spiritual consciousness between warriors is often dangerous and extremely dangerous. No one is willing to do it unless it is absolutely necessary."

"The Nanhua Ancestor is best at fighting with his spiritual consciousness. He often kills enemies thousands of miles away without being seen. The magical butterfly he refined makes him even more powerful."

"It is said that the ancestor of Nanhua's spiritual consciousness is attached to the artifact butterfly. If he flaps his left wing, the opponent will fall into a psychedelic state and be unable to extricate himself. If he flaps his right wing, the opponent trapped in the illusion will be instantly wiped out and disappear into the world. between."

Finally, Ji Yang said with a trembling voice: "Even if you are a peak heaven-level warrior, once the ancestor of Nanhua is allowed to use the artifact Butterfly with all his strength, the opponent will definitely be wiped out."

When Wang Le heard what his grandfather said, he couldn't help but feel his mouth go dry for a while. He swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Fuck me, you are so awesome!"

"If this legend is true, no wonder my grandpa would be so shocked that it would make ghosts and gods weep." Wang Le thought in his heart.

Immediately, Wang Le couldn't help but look at the dark abyss under the bridge. When he thought that the artifact butterfly was most likely inside, he couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart.

Of course, it was just hot. Wang Le would not dare to think about entering the dark abyss under the bridge even to death.

Because he was still young, he didn't want to rest so early and forced him to go to Huangquan Road to report to the Lord of Hell. Activate new URL