Chapter 270: Warlocks can only fight, so no one in the world can fight with them; warriors should fight, so they are invincible in the world.
In the study room.
Zhao Duan took two steps and arrived at the table. He picked up the ink stick and turned it around twice in the inkstone. He hurriedly picked up the pen and wrote three lines of text on the paper:
1. The heart of a warrior, forge ahead without fear. fail.
Second, challenge all parties and integrate the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought.
Third, do not hide or avoid, the courage of a reckless man.
"Huh!" After writing, Zhao Duan breathed a long sigh of relief and stared at the black words on the white paper.
This is the teaching he extracted from following Hai Chongfeng today.
"Eunuch Hai seems to be unorganized, but in fact, these days, he has been leading me to understand these step by step."
"So, the key to breaking through the state of mind and entering the divine chapter lies in these words."
Zhao Duan looked at the first item. After thinking for a moment, he crossed it out and changed it to the word "target".
“The key to this is not the warrior’s heart, but determination, that is, determining the goal.
Taizu Taizu of Dayu founded the dynasty. He was not just a rough man who purely pursued martial arts. He must have the ambition to dominate the world. Learning martial arts may be just a means to achieve his goal. "
"What is my goal? To survive."
Zhao Duan's eyes were firm.
Become a prince, prime minister, and become a civil servant leader? Become a famous general? Or the head of powerful ministers? Or reach the realm of "human immortality"?
Is this his goal? Never!
Is that "bullying the emperor"? Marry the empress?
Likewise not.
“My goal has always been to live a better life, without having to live precariously in the hands of others.
I worked hard to death for this in my previous life, and this life is about getting rid of a crisis-ridden situation... But in the past few months, as my status has risen, my sense of urgency has decreased... My pursuit of goals has also declined...
If you are not determined towards your goal, you are destined to fail to achieve it! "
Zhao Duan suddenly woke up.
He looked at the second item, thought for a moment, and crossed it out:
"Learning from the best of hundreds of schools of thought is what Lao Xu back then and today's low-level warriors had to do. And since I have obtained the Martial God inheritance, there is no need to waste my time."
Finally, he lowered his eyes and stared at the third item.
In the ears, the words of the old man holding a bamboo pole scolding the apprentice in the martial arts hall echoed.
“Yes, I rely too much on my mind and others.
Whether it was Xu Junling sending someone to challenge, or Chai Keqiao looking for trouble, my first reaction was to use force to pressure others... Because this was the least dangerous, I instinctively avoided risks, thinking that if I didn't use the power I had, I would be too stupid. "
"But...this damages the core of martial arts..."
Suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Duan's eyes.
In the scroll, at the foot of the green mountain, Taizu Taizu of Dayu is covered in blood, lying in the afterglow of the setting sun and uttering these words:
"If you can't beat it, you have to fight it even more."
The sea of mind cannot contain the turmoil, and it is in a trance.
"That's right! Zhenbao said a long time ago that if I want to go further on the road of spiritual practice, I can't hide in the safety of the capital forever. I must face the wind and rain of the outside world...
It doesn’t mean that I need to do everything personally. I can still use power, connections, and bodyguards...
But there is a premise, that is, I cannot rely too much on these! "
"Once you become addicted, you will gradually become timid and fearful, leading to no possibility of progress!"
Zhao Duan woke up suddenly.
I realized that I had subconsciously wanted to hide my 'talent for practicing the Martial God Diagram' and even my possession of the 'Dragon Soul'.
I want to be more "cool".
Afraid of being discovered by the Empress.
Isn't this a kind of cowardice?
This is a reflection of his character. Regardless of his past life and this life, he has been involved in officialdom, and is used to being cautious, observing people's words and acting carefully... This helped him gain a foothold in Dayu.
But it also became his prison.
"I understand! This is the bottleneck that I can't break through!"
At this moment, Zhao Duan had a profound realization and felt suddenly enlightened.
I found the problem, how to correct it next?
Zhao Duan suddenly remembered the conversation between Eunuch Hai and him not long ago.
At that time, Eunuch Hai mentioned that "The Picture of the God of War" and the practitioners in reality interacted with each other.
"That is to say...the solution is in the Martial God Diagram! Yes, since this is the complete method of the royal family, how can it not include a way to break through the state of mind?"
Zhao Duan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his soul was filled with happiness.
He threw down the brush in his hand, pushed open the study door, and shouted:
"Uncle Zhao!"
A few moments!
The "old steward" of the Zhao family, who had raised him with his own hands, hurried over:
"Da Lang, what are your orders?"
Zhao Duan excitedly grabbed the old steward's sleeve and said quickly:
"Uncle Zhao, take people to the bookstore, to the bookstore... In short, I need all the books and biographies on the market that record Emperor Taizu's travels in the world in the past! That's all! Buy them all!"
The old steward nodded blankly, responded hurriedly, and immediately rushed to greet the servants to go out for shopping.
In his later years, Emperor Taizu wrote down everything he had experienced in his life, and biographies were circulated.
In addition, he traveled around and met many people.
Likewise, he is also remembered by too many people in the world.
Many of those seniors who had fought against Taizu Dayu also left fragments of words scattered among many biographies.
"The most effective way to become stronger is to imitate the strong. The essence of the Martial God Picture is that it allows me to imitate Lao Xu up close.
Not to learn from his appearance, but to learn from his thinking, his attitude and thoughts on practice...
And collecting as much information as possible can fill in the missing parts of the Martial God picture and help me speed up the process. "
Zhao Duan stood in front of the study door with his hands behind his hands, no longer confused in his eyes.
This is the experience he learned from his previous life and went ashore.
In this world, it is still possible.
…
Soon, volumes of biographies were sent into the study by the servants of the Zhao family.
The old steward was very meticulous in his work and strictly followed Zhao Duan's orders. The books he bought piled up in a small mountain.
In most of these books, there may only be a few paragraphs recording Emperor Taizu.
Zhao Duan didn't mind at all and immediately started reading and chewing.
In a daze, it seemed like I was back in my previous life, where I was crazily preparing for the exam at home before the exam.
In the next few days, Zhao Duan almost stayed at home and declined all external work.
He no longer asked Hai to worship him, and he let go of the affairs in the yamen.
I spend all day reading, thinking, eating and sleeping in the study.
Like a madman.
On the third day, Zhao Duan called the old steward again and asked to prepare a large amount of pen and ink for him.
Without any warning, I started painting.
Zhao Duan had never learned painting specifically, nor did he plan to learn it. He just locked himself in his room, spread it on the drawing paper, and splashed ink to sketch as much as he wanted.
Soon, the finished drawing papers were piled all over the ground. With nowhere to go, he threw them out again.
"Mom, what's wrong with my eldest brother? He suddenly locked himself up, reading and painting. From time to time he would daze in the room with his hair disheveled, staring at the air without moving.
I brought him food before, but he didn't seem to recognize me... Could it be that he became possessed by practicing martial arts? "
In the courtyard, under the pavilion.
The young girl Zhao Pan was worried and came to her mother's side.
From here, you can see the study room not far away, with the door closed.
A week has passed since Zhao Duan went into seclusion. The atmosphere in the entire Zhao family also became a little heavy and depressing.
Eugene was sitting on a bench in the pavilion, with many scrolls spread on the stone table in front of him.
The painting uses extremely rough and poor painting techniques to depict scenes of martial arts battles.
If Hai worships here, he will recognize it at a glance:
Every picture here is a real fighting that he has led Zhao Duan to watch over the past few days.
These accumulations finally emerged at this moment, pushing Zhao Duan gradually closer to that mysterious realm.
"Don't talk nonsense. How can Dalang become a demon?"
The plump stepmother spat, but the look on her face was more worried than her daughter: "Didn't the old man from the palace come to visit the house before? He told me that it was okay and not to disturb him. Dalang."
She was referring to Eunuch Hai.
The old eunuch in python robe came to the house once during this period.
Hearing that Zhao Duan was crazy behind closed doors, he smiled happily and walked away briskly without disturbing him.
Zhao Pan's autumn-like eyes flashed:
"But the old man just looked at it from a distance and didn't even enter the house."
Eugene Hua bit her lip, but couldn't make up her mind. After thinking about it, she urged her daughter: "Why don't you go to Zhao Yamen and talk to Mr. Ma? Let's see what he says."
As a woman, Eugene Hua didn't know the identity of Eunuch Hai. She only knew that he was from "the palace" and didn't really believe it.
But he was very convinced of the big boss in charge of the yamen where his stepson worked.
Zhao Pan nodded and hurriedly went there.
The news she brought back was that Ma Yan listened carefully to her story, smiled and said: "Don't bother me, it's a good thing."
Therefore, the worried mother and daughter had no choice but to suppress their worries and hope that Dalang would get well soon.
…
Time passes bit by bit.
During the days when Zhao Duan was in seclusion and refining his mind, the atmosphere in Beijing could be described as "fire cooking oil."
The date for the battle between Buddhism and Taoism is approaching little by little.
The city was also very lively, and the inns in the capital were almost full, filled with outsiders coming to see this important event.
The Imperial Guards headed by Zhao Yamen were busy without touching the ground, spinning around, constantly dealing with conflicts that could break out in the city at any time.
As the popularity rises, the details of this battle between Buddhism and Taoism are gradually being revealed.
Naturally, people's eyes are still focused on the candidates.
Because the rules are for young disciples of the Shenzhang Realm to compete, there are two thresholds: realm and age, so it is not difficult to guess the candidate.
In the Tianshi Mansion, the most popular person is the Golden Slip Priest.
As a senior, Gongshu Tianyuan was not incompetent, but he majored in the "Craftsman God" path and was not good at fighting rules.
The other disciples of the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yanyi were not of the same age and status, so they did not come back to join in the fun.
In the Shenlong Temple, the person who attracted the most attention was a young monk named "Tianhai".
…
Tianshi Mansion, the deepest part.
In a single-family courtyard.
Gongshu Tianyuan, wearing a dirty priest's robe, pried open the courtyard door.
In front of us is a huge and mysterious banyan tree.
After autumn, the huge and lush crown of the big banyan tree turns golden yellow overnight, shining like fire.
But not a single fallen leaf withered.
Under the big tree, the tall and narrow-faced Heavenly Master is still sitting in the rocking chair, holding the jade slips of the Heavenly Book in his hand, reading it countless times.
"Master," Gongshu Tianyuan stood still and saluted, "I can't find my junior sister."
Zhang Yanyi looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about the battle involving the honor and disgrace of Tianshi Mansion, and said with a smile: "What are you looking for her for?"
Gongshu Tianyuan was worried:
"The disciple tried another way and inquired about the situation at Shenlong Temple. As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be in danger of a hundred battles.
As a senior brother, I should have contributed, but unfortunately I am not good at fighting. Fighting in the past has limited the number of magic weapons that participants can carry.
However, I can't carry this precious treasure with me...so I can only provide more advice to my junior sister. "
He rambled for a while and then said mysteriously:
"Disciple heard that that day, little monk Hai was able to enter the human realm, but he deliberately suppressed him. He was very vicious. He was obviously waiting for us on purpose."
Zhang Yanyi hated the fact that iron cannot become steel and said: "No matter how many times I have taught you, there is no such thing as fighting in the Dao. Only warriors like to fight. We, the magicians who seek the Dao, want to go far, so we must not put our minds on it." When it comes to others, only caring about oneself is the most powerful 'competition'."
He raised his hand and drew two parallel lines, one long and one short, that did not intersect, and said: "Buddhism and Taoism are just like these two lines. If you want to be long, You can surpass others by focusing on practice.”
Gongshu Tianyuan said nothing, quietly stretched out his boots, shortened the long part, and muttered:
"The disciples think this is more effective."
"...Get out."
Zhang Yanyi said angrily.
"Oh." Gongshu Tianyuan ran away.
When the people left, the huge golden banyan tree crown swayed, revealing a blurry human face.
The illusory voice echoed:
"Don't get angry with the junior. When he gets older, he will understand this."
"My husband doesn't fight, so no one in the world can fight with him."
Zhang Yanyi suddenly read out a sentence he had memorized while chatting with Zhao Duan.
He sighed: "Zhao is even younger, but he can already say these words. Unfortunately, his training is too short, and he chose to pursue martial arts, which delayed his talent."
The big golden banyan tree rustled and said with a smile:
“When a warrior moves forward, he must neither hide nor evade, nor compete with others.
It goes against Taoism's quiet and non-competitive nature. Do you think he has a competitive or non-competitive temperament?
Since Zhao Duan and Gongshu Tianyuan are together, they have similar temperaments. "
Zhang Yanyi was silent for a moment and sighed: "I understand that he may not be suitable for the path of a warlock, but... that's all."
The old master closed his eyes.
The battle between Buddhism and Taoism was only going on for the past two days, and he had no time to think about anything else.
…
The Royal Palace, in the Queen's chamber.
Xu Junling entered the palace again today to play with the imperial sister.
Xu Zhenguan took some time to play Go with her in the house to relieve her boredom.
"Sister Huang, how about the little monk Tianhai from Shenlong Temple? Although I have heard of him, I don't know much about him. I just feel that his reputation is not great."
Xu Junling said curiously:
"According to rumors, he was born with a vertical eye between his eyebrows. Because he frightened his parents, he was abandoned outside and was picked up and raised by a monk in the temple. Later, a passing mage from Shenlong Temple noticed that his wisdom root was very strong and brought him back to Shenlong Temple.
Abbot Xuanyin also attaches great importance to this young man, calling the vertical eyes between his brows "kind eyes" and saying that the young man is born with the ability to distinguish between good and evil in people's hearts.
It is said that this young man has a different personality from other monks. He is quite surly and does not like to sit in meditation. He walks around all day, punishing evil and promoting good. He often uses force to strengthen evil people... and has a lot of lives on his hands. He is not very popular among Buddhists. "
opposite.
Xu Zhenguan, who is wearing ordinary clothes, sits casually, but has an aura of an emperor. His aura is in sharp contrast to that of the little princess.
The empress with three thousand black hair and picturesque features smiled.
Holding the chess piece in hand, his eyes drifted towards Shenlong Temple:
"How do I know?"
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Paving the way, paving the way for a breakthrough in the next chapter
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