"Your Majesty is truly a dangerous and terrifying person."
Die Zhiming's heart was throbbing and trembling.
A biting chill instantly climbed up to his heavenly spirit, and then quickly spread all over his body. The person he saw in front of him was far more dangerous and terrifying than he had observed and imagined.
From his standpoint, although he betrayed his mother clan because of this world, it was nothing more than that. He was still who he was, and other aspects had not changed...
If the person in front of him combined what he said with his actions, he would not even dare to continue thinking about it.
"Have it?"
Lin Chongyang's tone was calm, as if the information he just conveyed was just a trivial matter.
As the words fell, the barrier suddenly fell into silence. After a while, Die Zhiming seemed to have accepted his fate and talked about another topic:
"How do you view the relationship between man and the world?"
He would most likely not be able to get off the opponent's chariot. The more he knew, the more dangerous it would be.
He didn't want to die, and he couldn't defeat the opponent, so he had no choice but to join.
Since you made the choice yourself, you should be responsible for the consequences of your choice. Avoiding it will not solve the problem.
"This question is not easy to answer."
Regarding the topic of butterflies knowing their fate, Lin Chongyang expanded it after thinking about it:
"When people come to this world, they have three possibilities: changing the world, being assimilated by the world, or destroying the world."
"I wonder what kind of person you are?"
“People who want to change the world while preventing themselves from being assimilated into the world.”
“Changing the world is easier said than done and cannot be accomplished by one person in a day.”
"Creation is far more difficult than destruction. I know this better than anyone else. A temporary change is nothing more than a flash in the pan."
Die Zhiming sighed: "Successors may not necessarily follow the path of your Majesty."
"As I just said, people are born, old, sick and die, the universe is formed, dwells and becomes empty, and even the true God will turn into dung if cut off.
I can take care of them for hundreds or thousands of years, but there will come a time when I can no longer take care of them. Although I don't like that sentence very much, I can only believe in the wisdom and awareness of future generations. "
The person who spoke was calm and calm, with an indescribable temperament about him that made people believe in him:
"If the road is not exhausted, there will be no end to the struggle of one after another; if the firewood is burned, the inheritance of benevolence and virtue will be fixed forever."
He is like an ancient history, standing in the world of mortals and running through the past, present and future.
Die Zhiming was a little stunned: "Uh, has your Majesty killed him before?"
The concept of "god" actually does not exist in their mother's family. Even he himself only learned something about it after coming to a difficult situation.
Some things, if you haven't witnessed them with your own eyes, it's hard for people to believe them no matter what others say.
Just like before coming to the sword appraisal meeting, Die Zhiming did not expect that there would be such a strong person in this world. Coupled with the people whose names were left before, he was not optimistic about the three comrades' great cause of aggression.
Moreover, judging from the other party's tone, he vaguely guessed something.
I should say something...
Is he worthy of being a ruthless person who can betray his own origin?
"It can't be said, it can't be said." Lin Chongyang shook his head and said nothing more, but changed the topic again:
"You said before that words limit people's consciousness, but have you ever thought that there may be an invisible hand controlling our destiny?"
"Your Majesty, these words are very scary if you think about them carefully. It is better to think less about them."
When Die Zhiming heard this, his body trembled, and his heart was even more shocked, so he decisively chose to cut the topic.
If he continued talking like this, he was afraid that he would have undue doubts about his existence:
"Your Majesty, are you not interested in the affairs of the outside world?"
"If you are willing to speak, I will naturally be willing to listen; if you are not willing, I will not force you. I can only control some information."
"Then let's start with the beginning and end of heaven and earth, which you mistakenly recognized."
…………
On the Sea of Swords, as the sword review meeting was extended, the place became more and more lively. Some swordsmen who had not come to participate originally began to arrive one after another during Lin Chongyang's sermon.
Even after the ten-day sermon ended, the swordsman who successfully left his name had already begun to study the sword world.
As for the sword manuals and rankings, they are all false. Swordsmen who truly have certain attainments only use it as a platform to communicate with other swordsmen and do not care about the so-called false reputation.
This situation should change in the future. After all, Lin Chongyang is not planning to participate in the next sword appraisal meeting. The tone of this first sword review has been set.
On the sword sea, the name has really taken off, and it has officially become a hot force in the sword world.
In this bustling environment, the corner outside Jianhai Square is a different scene at the moment.
Although the appearance of the two people sitting across from each other was different from before, the atmosphere was the same as it was at the top of Lingshan Mountain in the past.
The woman in green looked at the young man opposite, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and asked:
"Yunqian, have you really given up on the single front?"
Decades have passed since they parted ways in Lingshan. During this period, the two of them did not exchange even a single letter.
"So what? I have found my own path, and you are destined to be imprisoned by that single front for the rest of your life. Ying Hongxue, I am not here to reminisce with you."
Opposite, Ying Yunqian, who was wearing a white Confucian shirt, instantly became impatient after hearing this. His words were even more sarcastic, and he didn't know who he was targeting:
"A pedantic person doesn't know the so-called sword. Don't blame him for not having much achievements despite his age."
In a sarcastic tone, just like before, showing no respect for his father, Ying Hongxue said displeasedly:
"You are not allowed to speak of father like that!"
She did not expect that the meeting between the siblings decades later would start in the same way as the parting. After all these years, the younger brother still did not seem to understand their painstaking efforts.
"Oh, I broke through the door of your Ying family decades ago. He can't control me now, and you can't control me either."
Ying Yunqian's words, just like those of the past, once again made Ying Hongxue, her sister, furious:
"you!"
The girl raised her eyebrows, but she was helpless. The poisonous oath her brother had sworn back then was still ringing in her ears.
"Save it, instead of wasting time worrying about meaningless things, you should think about how to improve yourself. With your Ying family's background, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stand on the same level as me."
When he spoke again, the roles were reversed. Ying Yunqian's heartfelt words were mixed with inexplicable meaning:
"The saying about the peak of swords in Lingshan in the past may have become a joke now, but it doesn't matter. Soon, the extremely single sword will become a joke first."
He agreed to meet the other party not to reminisce about old times, but after saying some words, Ying Yunqian felt lighter than ever before, and even his thoughts became clearer.
If anything, the victory or defeat between him and Ying Hongxue had been decided on the day he was brought back to the Defeng Ancient Road by Lin Chongyang. Talent was important, but hard work was equally important, but if he didn't walk in the right direction, he would win. on the road.
The so-called efforts are just in vain.
(End of chapter)
