He Has a Dragon

Once there is a flaw in the Taoist heart, it is easy to lose the mind in the process of breaking through the bottleneck and the invasion of external demons, resulting in the failure of promotion to a higher realm.

It can range from a mental injury that requires a long period of recuperation to recovery; from a severe fall from the original level of cultivation, or even become a cripple, or even worse, the body dies and the soul disappears, completely finished.

Wang Le already knew this from his grandfather and seniors like Qing Yangzi, so he knew it clearly without the need for Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge to explain.

However, Wang Le was somewhat dissatisfied with Fatty Huang's statement.

Because according to the few contacts he had with Han Ruoshui in Sijiu City, he found that the other party's aura was restrained and condensed, and the movements of his hands and feet contained frightening and terrifying power.

To be more precise, Wang Le even felt that even Qingyangzi, who had now stepped into the realm of heaven, could not compare with Han Ruoshui.

If you want to be specific, Wang Le can't say anything substantial, because everything is his own intuition.

Yes, it’s intuition.

Wang Le has always believed in his intuition.

Because there has never been a mistake.

Wang Le believed that his intuition about Han Ruo Shui would not be wrong.

Of course, even if Wang Le disagreed with Fatty Huang's point of view in his heart, he did not rebut it verbally.

At this time, Fatty Huang looked at Wang Le, sighed deeply, and said with a hint of regret: "Nanhua Temple has talented people like Han Ruoshui and Wang Laodi. It can be said to be a great blessing, but for you personally , but it is a great misfortune!”

Zheng Ge nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, it is precisely because Nanhua Temple does not have the foundation of the Holy Sword Hall that Han Ruoshui missed his life."

After a pause, Zheng Ge said to Wang Le very seriously: "Brother Wang, although you join Nanhua Temple, your future martial arts path is still limitless and will surpass most people of your generation, but it is only that is it."

Wang Le smiled and said nothing, and did not open his mouth to agree or refute.

Seeing this, Zheng Ge continued: "If you join a top force such as the Permanent Elder of the Alliance Presbyterian Council, such as the Holy Sword Hall, then you can rely on its strong foundation to help you reach the pinnacle of martial arts!"

"Until then,

Brother Wang, you can even keep pace with those legendary figures who will forever be remembered in the annals of the martial arts world! "

Fatty Huang on the side nodded repeatedly and said: "That's right, the little Nanhua Temple is too resigned to Brother Wang."

Just when Zheng Ge was about to sigh and express regrets, Wang Le looked calm and said calmly: "Nanhua Temple is very good."

Before the two of them could speak, Wang Le said again: "Because there are my relatives there."

"Uh!" Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge fell silent immediately, but the disapproving looks on their faces betrayed their inner thoughts.

Wang Le smiled silently when he saw this and did not explain anymore, because Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge would never understand Wang Le's desire and emphasis on family affection.

Therefore, no matter how much words are spent, it is useless, and Wang Le has no need to explain his concepts and ideas to outsiders.

Besides, if you really wanted to dislike the small Nanhua Temple and had the shamelessness to join the Guixu Temple, I think Qingyangzi would have agreed in the end.

After all, Wang Le's martial arts talent is there, no one can turn a blind eye, and Qingyangzi is certainly no exception.

Then Zheng Ge sighed, looked at Wang Le with a sincere face and said, "Brother Wang, on the road to martial arts, I fall behind step by step. I hope I won't regret it in the future."

At this time, Wang Le smiled slightly, looked at Zheng Ge and Fatty Huang, and suddenly said in a confused manner: "Wang comes from the world of mortals."

"Uh!" Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge were startled at first, not understanding the meaning of Wang Le's words.

But soon, the two came to their senses and looked at each other, with indescribable complexities on their faces.

When Wang Le saw that the two of them had understood, he curled his lips and said: "Since Wang can achieve his current martial arts cultivation in the mortal world without training resources, he can also do the same in the future."

After a pause, Wang Le shrugged his shoulders and continued nonchalantly: "For me, those so-called training resources are just icing on the cake, not a necessary factor to achieve the pinnacle of martial arts."

"For example, you take relevant elixirs in order to increase your cultivation speed. Haha, Wang has not taken any elixirs, and his cultivation speed has never slowed down."

Having said this, Wang Le looked at the two of them with a raised brow, and continued: "Although I am still not familiar with martial arts practice, I also know that medicine is three parts poison, so you think your martial arts foundation is not as good as mine? Is the foundation of martial arts solid without taking elixirs?"

"Uh!" Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge were immediately speechless, because everything Wang Le said was true and there was no reason to refute it.

Immediately, Wang Le spread his hands, his face full of disdain, and said: "Eternally recorded in the history of the martial arts world? I don't have the slightest interest in this."

Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge's faces suddenly showed expressions of surprise.

Because in their opinion, whoever embarks on the path of martial arts doesn't want to reach the pinnacle of martial arts and leave a name in the history of martial arts to be admired by future generations?

Wang Le ignored the doubts on their faces and said with a smile: "My enlightenment teacher, he likes a poem the most, and he will recite it several times from time to time."

The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and once I enter the world, time rushes me.

In the chat and laughter of Huangtu Hegemon, life is a drunken experience.

He held his sword while riding astride and swung the ghost rain, causing bones as white as a mountain bird to fly away in fright.

The world is like a tide and people are like water. Only a few people return to the rivers and lakes.

…

After Wang Le finished reading, he stood up from the campfire and glanced at Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge who were motionless and immersed in the poem. Then he walked around the two of them, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly to the side. Stopped by the stream.

After a while, after the two of them came to their senses, they stood up wordlessly and walked to the left and right sides of Wang Le. Zheng Ge murmured: "The world is like a tide and people are like water. I only sigh a few people in the rivers and lakes, and Zheng thinks of his death tonight." Those geniuses of our generation.”

After a pause, Zheng Ge's face became a little gloomy, and he said quietly: "After this border experience is over, how many people can come back alive?"

Wang Le glanced at Zheng Ge who was standing on his left, chuckled and said, "Brother Zheng, as long as you can live, you will win against countless people in the world."

"Uh!" Zheng Ge suddenly rolled his eyes speechlessly, and replied: "Brother Wang, once the golden wind and jade dew met, they were better than countless words in the world, but you have ruined it and turned it into a different person."

"Hahaha..." Fatty Huang, who was feeling sad at the side, couldn't help laughing loudly, which immediately attracted the attention of the nearby members of the trial team. It was unclear what was going on with these three guys in the middle of the night. What a joy.

"Three idiots!"

Everyone cursed silently in their hearts.