"He will shed your blood and insert the sword into your heart." Zhang Yang said softly.

The old Taoist black beard was straight and his hands were naturally hanging down. He knew that the master did not ask for his opinions now, but he felt that he might have to say something, so he spoke: "Master, one is like this, are two or are they like this?"

"Are you questioning me?" Zhang Yang's tone suddenly became stronger.

"Don't dare." The constant squeaking sounds from around him made the old Taoist dare not make any moves. Looking at the hollows that kept appearing around him, he understood that it was the reason why the space was constantly cut by Changyang's condensed eyes. When the sounds around him stopped, he said carefully: "Master, should I listen to Gu Wang's words?"

Zhang Yang stared at the old Taoist Baibing, and after a long time, he said, "Heiyang, others may be wrong, but he... do you think he will be wrong?"

"I don't know whether he is wrong, but he lost, and he lost completely." The old Taoist Heiyang raised his head that had been lowering just now and said, "A weak person who failed has no right to believe it at all."

"Haha." Zhang Yang chuckled a few times, carried his hands on his back, his eyes passed through the palace, and looked at the endless night sky.

"We won, but they are not weaker than us. The tigers torn apart by the wolves can still be proud. The thousands of stars dotted by the night sky still cannot take away the color of the bright moon."

"Their failure is that they trust humans too much. Only people will know that the most untrustworthy person in this world is a person who is just like himself."

"That happened for too long, so I couldn't remember who they were. However, who really knew that we would succeed that time. It was my lifelong dream to knock them down, but after the matter was completed, who understood the emptiness in my heart."

Heiyang didn't speak. As Zhang Yang's great disciple, he has always been the most trusted by Zhang Yang, and he is also the most familiar with his master. Whenever Zhang Yang wants to make an important decision, he always speaks a lot. The final decision cannot come from other people's decisions, and no one dares to make the final decision for him. As a qualified listener, Heiyang cooperated and narrowed his eyes.

Maybe I was very satisfied with the attitude of my disciple, maybe I was not happy with some words, Zhang Yang continued: "It feels really good to stand on a high place to look down, at least that's what I thought before."

"For that feeling, I drove them all off the stage and replaced them with my own curtain. But now I understand that if the world is surging, I will only look at it calmly. That is..."

"It would be great if I only be a passerby in my life. But it's too late now, and the cage I carved myself has finally imprisoned myself."

"People often say that heaven and earth are ruthless. If heaven and earth are really ruthless, then how do all things grow? Spring flowers, rain and dew, and how can they appear? Waiter, who knows the pain in my heart, practice Taoism, practice ruthlessness? Ruthlessness, why do you seek immortality?"

"What about now?" Seeing the teacher fell silent, Heiyang couldn't help but interrupt: "What attitude should we take towards that child?"

“No need to have an attitude.”

Seeing Zhang Yang turn around, Heiyang knew that it was time to leave. He turned around and hadn't taken a few steps before Zhang Yang's voice came from behind.

"Maybe, letting him and the fourth brother go to the world to experience it, and roll around in the world may be a good way."

Heiyang did not look back and sighed in his heart. It seemed that the master had not made a decision. He made a promise, stepped aside and walked out slowly.

People are older and have poor memory, but there are more and more things in their memories. Some people and some things you never dare to forget. Can yesterday's yellow flowers still shine brightly today? But yesterday's sun still shines on today's earth. Those who don't know are fearless, how can they not know, have no desires? No desire? Just like the bluestone by the mountain, slowly being polished by wind and rain, until they become the subtle grain of sand, freely floating with the world with the wind, but when you think about it carefully, it is just the freedom of the wind, chasing the wind but not being able to do it. Why should life be so contradictory? Yesterday, I am today, thousands of reincarnations, because of this. There are pursuits, goals, struggles, successes and failures, joys, laughs, crying, and tears. A contradictory life is so colorful, and pursuing peace is just another desire.

There were many rooms in the palace, but there was no decoration at all. When Heiyang walked out the door, his eyes were covered with ink. He came outside the palace, looked up at the sky, looked at the stars in the sky, and looked back at the palace, meditating in his heart, hoping that this eternal black would not become the last color.

Youzhou is located in the border of the Jin Dynasty. By early autumn, a slight coolness emerged, and the peddlers and soldiers were bustling. The situation in Shangjing was turbulent and the wars did not affect the prosperity of this state.

In the northwest of Youzhou, beside Kuiyuan Mountain, the Bengshui River that runs through the entire Youzhou circling by.

At this moment, a continuous whirlpool of several feet deep suddenly appeared in the middle of the rushing water on the side of the Hunyuan Mountain, which was very impressive.

Through the turbid river surface, looking down carefully, you can see a young man about 17 or 18 years old standing at the bottom of the river, hitting the rushing river water, as if he was about to penetrate the river water.

Shocking!

The Bengshui River has always been known for its rapid turbulence. Although the water flows at the bottom of the river, it is precisely because it is the bottom of the river that the surrounding river water is pressing, and the force the young man is afraid that it will not be less than a thousand pounds!

If an ordinary person stood in the bottom of the river, he would probably not be able to stand steadily, but the young man's feet were deeply trapped in the bottom of the river, and his body was filled with blue veins, and he punched the river water with one punch.

The boy's fist was amazing. The river water that was originally flowing downstream was repelled several feet away by him, forming a gap of several feet. The river water above it poured down, forming a whirlpool wonder on the river surface!

But after all, he was at the bottom of the river and could not breathe, but the young man was still at the bottom of the river for half an incense stick. It was obvious that his water quality was better!

After half a stick of incense, the boy seemed to have reached his limit. He jumped up hard, rushed out of the river, breathing in big mouthfuls. Although his face turned blue due to long-term breathing, it showed unspeakable joy.

"The realm of muscle training is indeed extraordinary! Haha!" The boy smiled upwards, took a deep breath again, and sank into the bottom of the river.

There are thousands of martial arts in the world, but in the final analysis, these martial arts still cultivate the human body itself, muscles, muscles, bones, and internal organs, and strengthen the human qi and blood step by step. If the human body is cultivated to the limit, the qi and blood are enough and hidden in the internal organs, there will be a chance to penetrate the meridians of the whole body, open up the bridge of heaven and earth, and derive true qi, and become a master!
Chapter completed!