My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

"Is there any other fellow Taoist who would like to come up and give me advice?"

Yun Hua stood calmly in the center of the venue, neither humble nor arrogant, confident and powerful, like a fairy lotus with clear ripples but not evil. I don't know how many amazing eyes it attracted.

The bright-eyed girl who was sitting next to her before was even more shining, and her face was full of surprise and admiration.

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Just as Yang Ling guessed, she was Princess Longji, the daughter of God Haotian and Golden Mother of Yaochi.

Perhaps because Yunhua was not much older than her, she had been closer to this aunt since she was a child. Especially after Yunhua became the God of Justice, she often went to the lower world to catch important criminals, and every time she returned to heaven, she would bring her some interesting gadgets from the mortal world.

In the heart of Long Ji, who was still young at the time, this aunt was more powerful than her parents and loved her more.

Although now that she has grown up, she has understood that her parents are the real bosses, but her emotional dependence has never changed.

When she came to West Kunlun this time, she insisted on following her because she hadn't seen her aunt for a long time and wanted to get closer to her.

At this time, seeing this heroic aunt defeat the Qingqiu nine-tailed fox, she was filled with joy and felt quite proud in her heart.

Then several more casual cultivators came to the field, each with a higher level of Taoism than the last, but they were all defeated.

Yunhua's attainments in swordsmanship are extraordinary and not something that just anyone can access.

In the absence of any major disciples from all parties, she had an invincible aura.

She looked around, and a light mist formed by condensed spiritual energy spread under her feet, making her look even more otherworldly.

Yang Ling was also a little surprised.

During that trip to Wuyi Mountain, he saw that Yunhua was accustomed to using the Red Dragon Spear, and most of the Kirin Sword was just hanging on her waist, so he thought she was good at guns.

Obviously, she regarded the sword as her trump card and would not use it easily.

This concept of "hiding one thing" is very similar to his. It can only be said that the old saying "If you are not one of the same family, you will not enter the same family" is still very reasonable.

At this time, Taoist Riguang, who was sitting next to Yueguang, suddenly stood up and walked slowly towards the field.

Seeing this scene, many immortals' eyes suddenly lit up.

In the past Kunlun Taoism discussions, most of the disciples of these great sects just watched silently and did not participate.

Because everyone clearly knew that the Queen Mother of the West did all this to recruit casual cultivators to join West Kunlun.

These disciples of the great sect have received the teachings of the saints, and all of them have great supernatural powers and profound realms. If they all participate, it will be no different from high school students bullying elementary school students. How can there be anything to do with casual cultivators?

Therefore, unless the Queen Mother of the West invites them to preach, these disciples of the great sect will not put down their dignity and face to compete with the casual cultivators for what they consider to be dispensable prizes.

But this time it’s different!

That Tong Bow is a top-grade spiritual treasure!

Even if they are disciples of saints from great sects, their hearts will be greatly moved when faced with such a treasure!

Especially for the disciples of the Western Sect who were born in the barren land of the West, they are bound to get that high-grade spiritual treasure.

As for figure and face...

Huh, what is that?

Can there be a high-grade spiritual treasure that is precious?

Riguang Taoist came on stage at this time, which did not attract ridicule, but made some great disciples look relaxed.

Someone starts the game, and if they play again later, there will be no psychological burden.

Riguang Taoist slowly came to the scene. He was dressed in a white robe, simple and unpretentious, but exuding an otherworldly temperament.

His face was calm, his eyes were deep, his steps were light and firm, and he seemed calm and unhurried.

In his hand, he gently twisted a string of rosewood rosary beads. Each rosary bead exuded a faint luster and looked particularly sacred.

"I am a poor Taoist from the West. I have met Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Riguang Taoist stood in front of Yunhua, bowed slightly, clasped his hands together, and saluted in a strange posture.

Yun Hua quickly returned the greeting and said: "Today I am here to discuss Taoism. You and I should still treat each other as Taoist friends."

"good."

Riguang Taoist nodded slightly and said slowly: "My fellow Taoist swordsmanship is unparalleled, but a poor Taoist may not be able to match it."

Hearing his compliment, Yunhua frowned slightly, wondering what the other person's intention was.

At this time, Riguang Taoist said again: "When my master was preaching, he once said: 'It is not the wind that moves, nor the flags that move, but the heart of a benevolent person.'

Today, Taoist friends are discussing Tao with swords. I wonder if the sword is moving or the heart is moving? "

Hearing this, Yun Hua's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Obviously, this question troubled her.

Seeing this, Riguang Taoist took advantage of the situation and pursued him: "The movement of the sword is an external movement; the movement of the heart is an internal movement.

Although the Taoist friends' swordsmanship is exquisite, if the Taoist mind is not calm, it will be difficult for the swordsmanship to reach its peak. "

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Yun Hua's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "The movement of the sword comes from the heart, and when the mind is calm, the sword's heart will be clear. I practice swordsmanship, and I also practice the sword's heart. Isn't that just in line with the Dao?"

Riguang Taoist nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "My Taoist friends are cultivating a sword mind, and I am cultivating a Zen mind. If the mind does not move, everything will be quiet... Today's discussion of Tao is not about the victory or defeat of the sword, but the understanding of the heart, the Tao Do you think so?"

Hearing this, Yang Ling's heart suddenly tightened.

This daylight is playing tricks!

Swordsmanship is what Yunhua is good at, but this guy is confused and says that "it's not about winning or losing with the sword, but about the understanding of the heart."

If Yunhua agreed, it would be like giving up his advantage and competing with this guy in the Dao Heart.

This Sunlight Taoist is far better than Yunhua in terms of Dao, and he may have a chance to win in swordsmanship, but it is purely a matter of hitting a rock in Dao Heart.

Fortunately, Yunhua did not fall for it and flatly rejected the other party's proposal.

The two of them had a fierce debate around "heart movement" and "sword movement", with the Dao rhyme all over their bodies, and every sentence contained the truth of the great Dao, which made the surrounding immortals nod frequently, and some even gained enlightenment from it, closed their eyes on the spot, and entered a deep state of enlightenment.

This is the beauty of discussing the Dao.

It can not only test the Dao you have realized, but also inspire others.

However, as time went by, Yunhua fell into contemplation for longer and longer, while the Sunlight Taoist always remained calm and composed.

Yunhua also realized that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose, so he simply took a risky move and directly summoned the Qilin Sword to point it at the Sunlight Taoist.

She placed all her understanding of the sword on this sword, and let the unsheathed Qilin Sword slowly move in front of the Sunlight Taoist.

"If the heart does not move, how can the sword be unsheathed?"

"If the heart does not move, it is not that it does not move, but that it is not moved. The sword is unsheathed, not because the heart moves, but because the heart is clear."

Accompanied by the calm voice of the Sunlight Taoist, the Qilin Sword slowly unsheathed, and the cold light on the blade flashed, but it did not seem sharp.

The Qilin Sword stopped halfway out of the sheath.

"Daoyou, you lose."

The Sunlight Taoist said calmly.

The Qilin Sword slowly drooped and finally returned to the sheath.

Yunhua nodded slightly, looking a little lonely and unwilling.

Yang Ling sighed lightly, but he was not too surprised.

After all, the Sunlight Taoist was a disciple of the saint, who had practiced for a long time and his realm of Taoism was unfathomable.

Even though he was not proficient in swordsmanship, he could master a hundred methods if he was proficient in one method. With the blessing of a high level of Taoism, it was not difficult for him to defeat Yunhua.

But for Yunhua, it was a bit of a pity.

If there were no disciples of a great sect like Riguang Taoist, she might have a chance to become the final winner with her swordsmanship attainments.

After the discussion, the atmosphere around gradually settled.

Some immortals who were optimistic about Yunhua showed regret on their faces.

Many immortals whispered in secret. Although they were not surprised by Riguang Taoist's victory, they felt sorry for Yunhua's defeat.

"Hey, I thought Princess Yaoji would win, but who knew..." A female immortal sighed softly.

"If the disciples of the great sect take action, what chance do we casual cultivators have? They have a deep foundation, how can we compare?" A casual immortal looked unhappy, with a hint of resentment in his tone.

"That's right!" A random immortal on the side was also unhappy, "This discussion is really unfair to us random cultivators."

Looking at Yun Hua who looked lonely and unwilling in the field, Princess Longji couldn't help but clench her fists. She felt the same loss as her aunt, but she was powerless.

Although Yun Hua lost, she was praised by the Queen Mother of the West for her outstanding performance and asked her to pick a prize at will.

Yun Hua didn't care about these things either, so she picked a fairy pill at random and returned to her seat.

On the way back, she looked around and saw a lot of regret and sympathy. Although she felt a little disappointed and unwilling in her heart, she didn't lose her composure in front of everyone.

Only when her eyes swept over Yang Ling, there was a slight change.

Yang Ling keenly caught her eyes.

He saw helplessness and a bit of hidden grievances in it.

For her, it was really not fair to discuss Taoism with a saint disciple whose realm and practice time were far beyond hers!

Yang Ling knew his wife's character. She would not easily show her weakness to others. She would only let go of her strong shell in front of him.

In this case, leave it to me next!

He stood up slowly, walked to the cushion where Yun Hua had sat and sat cross-legged in the surprised eyes of the immortals, looking at the Taoist Sunlight who was several feet away and said solemnly:

"I have asked Yang Ling to come and discuss the Dao!"