Since Cao Zhe said this, all the people in the world naturally have no objections.
It's just a competition, so why shouldn't it be a competition?
Whether it succeeds or not, you can use Zhang Zhenren's magical skills for free, what's not worthwhile about this?
The Shaolin abbot in Zixiao Palace seemed to want to speak. He thought Cao Zhe was plagiarizing...
After all, there once was a famous photo stone in Shaolin.
What remains is said to be the shadow of Patriarch Bodhidharma when he faced the wall and realized Taoism.
Whether there is any unparalleled secret hidden in it is unknown... Anyway, the last time artillery bombarded the mountain, it had been destroyed.
Of course, he might have been taken away by people from the Bald Head Club!
Shaolin Temple is now actively investigating.
Seeing that there was no objection, Cao Zhe took one step forward and flew down the cliff.
The man was floating in mid-air and reached out to guide him.
"Come!"
The light in the sky was almost completely concentrated on him. The afterglow of the setting sun had all dimmed, and he was the only one who shone brightly, like the second sun rising in the sky.
Under the guidance of Cao Zhe, the light was like sparks, shining on the cliff behind him.
At this time, everyone's eyes were stung by the strong light, and they could not see any of Cao Zhe's movements at all.
When the light gradually converged and seemed to turn into a layer of light covering Cao Zhe, he had already flown up the cliff and stood on the crown of a pine tree.
Everyone's eyes instantly looked towards the cliff.
Then the clouds and mist in the entire Wudang Mountain were thinned a bit.
I saw that the cliff, which originally looked smooth from a distance, had now been polished like a mirror.
And on this cliff as smooth as a mirror, a figure clearly emerged.
The magic is that everyone who sees this shadow gets different feedback.
"What a magical swordsmanship!"
"I seem to have seen the most powerful swordsmanship in the world. If I can learn... no... even if I only learn one-third, or even one-fifth, I can conquer the world!" "A martial arts swordsman looked at the photos on the cliff and said with an obsessed expression.
"Nonsense, this is obviously a punch. It's such a strong punch. This punch contains at least twenty or thirty different kinds of strength. It is said that the Kongtong Sect's Seven-Injury Fist has the most bizarre and diverse changes in strength, but compared to This punch is a million miles away." An old boxer immediately scolded and denied the swordsman's statement.
"Wait a minute, isn't that a palm move?"
"No! What I saw was a sword technique!"
There are more and more sounds, more and more mixed.
Everyone has their own views and gains. Even if they see the same sword skills, the sword moves they get are different from each other.
The more changes there are, the more shocked the people in the world who seem to have gained something are.
They couldn't understand what Cao Zhe did at that moment when they couldn't look straight at him, and what he left behind on the rock wall.
As a result, there are thousands of people and thousands of styles, and everyone sees something different under this cliff.
"Closer! Better come closer!"
"Only by getting closer can we see more clearly!" Some people were obsessed with it, completely forgetting to be cautious, and began to quickly approach the bottom of the rock wall.
However, a giant golden eagle and a tiger with wings descended from the sky and guarded the stone wall.
Anyone who tries to get close without permission, even a Wudang disciple, will be pushed away by their hurricane force.
"The photos become spirits, and the mythical beasts come to guard them. Master Zhang... is really a good method and a great supernatural power." The abbot of Shaolin felt bitter in his mouth and even more bitter in his heart, but he still had to give a thumbs up to praise.
If given the choice, who would want to be an extra dog?
If he was given another chance, he would quickly grab the unyielding 'Zhenren Zhang' to become a monk and ordain him as a monk.
Cao Zhe flew back to Zixiao Palace and said politely with a smile: "It's not about magical powers, it's just a small trick that I have recently learned. In fact, it has nothing to do with the use of internal power."
"Abbott only needs to practice seriously..."
"never mind!"
Cao Zhe himself couldn't say the remaining kind words.
After all, sometimes hard work is really useless.
If the gap could be equalized by hard work, the world would not admire geniuses.
When the abbot of Shaolin heard this, he could only turn the beads in his hand and say: "Amitabha!"
Then he switched positions, found a better viewing angle, and looked at the cliff with the same obsession.
Dugu Qiubai also looked at the photos on the cliff from a different perspective.
Compared to others, he understands slightly more.
"You used a method similar to your thoughts to leave your thoughts on that stone wall."
"Because of that, everyone will see it differently."
"In the final analysis, what they see is actually their own possibility. You just use some means to present their possibility after transfer. Your method is no different from that of gods! You can judge the future by seeing it, You can tell the cause and effect by hearing the shadow." Dugu Qiubei didn't notice it himself, and his tone gradually became full of wonder.
Although Dugu Qiubai was arrogant and arrogant, he still had to admit that Cao Zhe's methods were far beyond his reach during his lifetime and after his death.
Listening to Dugu Qiubai's analysis, Cao Zhe smiled and nodded.
"you're right!"
"You are right!"
Cao Zhe believes that there is no point in trying to explain that what he uses is martial arts!
Why should people think that he is in Versailles?
"However, Dugu Qiubai still wants to say one less thing, that is, this photo of me can be recycled. It stands here, illuminating the future self in the hearts of all living beings, but it is also collecting the wisdom of the crowd for me. Maybe I The understanding of one person exceeds that of ten thousand or one hundred thousand people, but when more people gather together, there will always be something that I have not thought of, but they have summarized it."
"The way of martial arts is to see yourself and all sentient beings." Cao Zhe thought to himself.
At this time, the contestants in the Sword Palace who were already impatient rushed to the cliff with their respective cards.
Sixty people are admitted at one time, and they still rely on the previous number to enter one after another.
After an hour, no matter who it is, they must exit from the best viewing area under the cliff, and then let the next people in.
At this time, it seems that those who enter the market late have an advantage.
Because the stone wall is so big, you can actually see it even from a not-so-good location.
Reading for a while will give you more time to summarize, which seems to be more beneficial for subsequent presentations.
But will Cao Zhe leave such a big flaw?
No matter who the person is, the photo on the stone wall can be looked at directly for more than an hour in a short period of time.
Within an hour, all their martial arts experience, thoughts and even associations will be consumed and turned into the move they most yearn for.
If you continue to look down, there will only be distracting thoughts everywhere and confusion.
Instead, what was obtained before became fragmented.
Only when your martial arts knowledge, martial arts skills, and various insights have reached a higher level can you come back to see it again and add new feelings.
