Heavens: Be a New Man

"Is Mr. Xiyi still alive?" He Xie couldn't help but ask after listening to the sweeper's past.

"The poor monk doesn't know," the sweeper said with a smile. "As early as a hundred years ago, my teacher had already gone to sea. If he was still alive, he would have been two hundred and twenty-three years old..."

As soon as these words came out, both Qiao Feng and Wu Changfeng were very surprised. They couldn't imagine that there would be such a long-lived person in the world. At the same time, they became even more curious about the identity of the sweeping monk and the Mr. Xiyi.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, I was born at the wrong time, I wish I could see Mr. Xiyi's demeanor." He Xie couldn't help but sighed with regret.

"If he sees it, I'm afraid he will be greatly disappointed." The floor sweeper shook his head and laughed, "My teacher's martial arts realm back then is not as good as that of the poor monk today, and the path the poor monk is taking now is the same as that of my teacher back then. The road you've taken. To say it, it's all wrong..."

The sweeping monk couldn't help but sigh, shaking his head and sighing.

He paused, looked at He Xie and said: "He Shizhu, in fact, you have walked an unprecedented path. Your talent is unparalleled even for thousands of years. Learn martial arts with poor monks, I'm afraid the result will not satisfy you."

"The stone of the mountain can attack jade," He Xie respectfully clasped his fists, "Senior's cultivation has reached a state where the mind has no heart, the shape has no shape, the object has no object, and there is nothing empty. Qian, no one dares to say that their own way is the only way, if the senior's path can be clearly discerned, and if you go further, you may not be able to go straight to the way."

The state He Xie said is simply emptiness in two words.

The sweeping monk heard the words, smiled and shook his head: "The poor monk is still far from this realm."

It is easy to say, but to do it is like ascending to the sky. To achieve the state of emptiness and tranquility of ignorance, desire, inaction, nothingness, and selflessness is simply beyond human beings.

Because it is impossible for a person to be completely quiet, the current state of the sweeping monk is at most less knowledge, less desire, less action, less things, and less self. To be able to do this is already standing at the top, and it is not easy. But it is absolutely impossible to go further, which is also the reason why the road of sweeping monks has come to an end.

If he could really be quiet, he wouldn't stand up and take care of Shaolin's business at all.

It's like He Xie's no-trick victory, is it really possible to have no tricks?

Since the sword is a move, how can there be no move?

Even if you can stare someone to death at a glance, your stare is a trick.

Therefore, the so-called "no move to win, one move" is just a simple move, still unable to escape the cage.

If it is true that there are no tricks, it can be regarded as virtual silence.

He Xie discovered early on that this road was not available, so he gave up the extremely fast and minimalist approach, and instead began to seek the fusion of exercises, the derivation of moves, and wanted to blaze a new path.

Up to now, He Xie's journey of a thousand miles has only staggered a few steps, and it is still far away.

"The avenue is so long as iron." He Xie sighed, "Who doesn't cross the river by feeling the stones?"

The sweeping monk looked at He Xie even more admiringly: "He benevolent and not arrogant, he really has the demeanor of a gentleman. It's also good, the poor monk sees such a arrogance in the world, and the heart of the world is also itchy. Today, you and I are here. In front of Bodhidharma Cave, it is also a good story to explore the way forward."

"That's it." He Xie smiled, and he stretched out his palms and held them forward, "Senior, please."

"Please." The sweeping monk also slowly restrained his smile.

Wu Changfeng and Qiao Feng on the side were both excited and excited at the moment. They knew that a war that was destined to be earth-shattering was about to unfold in front of them, and they were fortunate enough to see this war.

Seeing that He Xie took out his sword and stood opposite the floor sweeping monk, Qiao Feng and Wu Changfeng hurriedly retreated and moved out of the way.

"Xiao Lian?" The sweeping monk looked at the sword in He Xie's hand with admiration, "Duan's sword can be regarded as a gift to a hero, and this sword is in the hands of the benefactor, and it can be regarded as the master of Ming Dynasty."

"Ashamed!" He Xie said indifferently, "Senior, please forgive the junior for taking the liberty of entering."

As soon as the words fell, He Xie gently kicked under his feet, pointed the tip of the sword, and floated towards the sweeping monk.

Swords are like shadows, people are like rainbows.

This sword infuses all He Xie's will and essence. Although it is a simple and flat stab, it contains infinite changes, which are triggered but not released, contained but not exposed.

If ordinary masters face this sword, rush to block it, or flee from the wind, it is impossible to escape a word of death, because of this.

Therefore, He Xie rarely uses the second sword to kill people, because it is not necessary.

The sweeping monk naturally recognized the power of this sword, and his face was slightly solemn. When He Xie's sword was less than three feet away from him, his turbid eyes suddenly became bright, and his pale face also flushed.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, pointing at the tip of He Xie's sword.

hum!

At this moment, He Xie seemed to have an illusion, as if the fingertips of the sweeping monk were infinitely enlarged, no matter what he did, his sword would only stab on his fingertips in the end.

But in fact, it was at this moment that the sweeping monk released his energy, and instantly imprisoned the three-foot space around him with majestic internal force, making He Xie like a quagmire. He could only watch the floor sweeper poking his finger at the tip of his sword.

puff.

The sword fingers faced each other, making a sound like popping a balloon, and a bright bead that was visible to the naked eye quickly condensed between the two.

The sweeping monk's expression changed, and he withdrew his hands.

boom!

The beads of light exploded, overflowing with energy.

He Xie did not chase after the victory, but stood still with a thoughtful look on his face.

The Sweeping Monk took three steps back before stopping. He put his finger in front of him and saw that a drop of blood was slowly condensing on his fingertips. The Sweeping Monk's infuriating qi was running, and the drop of blood immediately penetrated into the wound, and in the blink of an eye, it was restored to its original state.

He looked up at He Xie~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and smiled, then stood there and waited quietly.

After about seven or eight breaths, He Xie stopped thinking, glanced at the smiling floor sweeper, clasped his fists respectfully, and thanked him for the time he had given him to realize.

"The poor monk underestimated the power of the donor's internal strength." The sweeping monk sighed, "I didn't expect the donor's martial arts to be so mysterious."

At the moment when he collided with He Xie just now, the three-foot infuriating wall of Yin and Yang was suddenly affected by He Xie's internal force, and it was assimilated and absorbed by He Xie, which was an instant loss.

He has the same skill as He Xie, and both of them didn't do their best just now.

Relatively speaking, Sweeping Monk's internal power is more concise and pure. After all, he has been suppressing injuries with internal power all the time for so many years, but he has been a blessing in disguise.

But the result of the collision was that He Xie easily won. Obviously, He Xie's inner strength of yin and yang is more powerful than his inner strength of yin and yang.

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