It's been another month in the blink of an eye, and I've been training every day like I've been dying and getting reborn, and I've gotten better and better at speed, reflexes, judgment, and explosiveness. In addition to more than 14 hours of physical training, I have about four hours a day to learn various languages.

Catching the flying melon seeds with my hand, I suddenly threw the melon seeds back in my hand with a smile on my face. I saw a rush on the other side, and I bowed deeply to Oda Seiji with a serious expression. "Oda-san, please torture me with more brutal training methods."

"In a month's time, your strength is already comparable to that of eight Shangnin. With such rapid progress, you have been very successful. Oda Seiji looked at me with a smile and said.

"Oda-san, please train me in a more brutal way. Please! I bowed deeply again.

"In that case, I am willing to grant your wish." A smile appeared on Oda Seiji's face.

Take me to a big mountain. Oda Seiji pointed to the waterfall flowing down the mountain and said, "Wang Yang, do you know Zen? ”

"Zen?" I looked at Oda Seiji in surprise.

"Yes, Zen is a more esoteric thing. Everyone's thoughts are different, and their understanding of Zen will be different. Our greatest First Sword Saint Miyamoto Musashi Senpai once meditated under the waterfall for seven days and seven nights, and when he stepped out of the waterfall, he realized a new realm. And because of this, he became the strongest sword master ever. Oda said, looking at the waterfall flowing in front of him.

"Oda-sama, have you ever sat down at the bottom of this waterfall too?" I asked.

"Yes, I meditated for seven days like Miyamoto Musashi seniors." Oda Seiji smiled.

"I'll go, then you must be strong. Your strength must be the strongest master in our empire, right? I asked.

"I am a descendant of the God Emperor, and I will not let my ancestors be disgraced." Oda Seiji smiled.

"I am your brother, and I will not shame you." After thinking about it, I plunged into the river with a pop. Then, I swam to the bottom of the waterfall.

The mountain is very high, and the water is very fast▲ Under the waterfall, my body was slammed by the waterfall that poured down, and I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

For a moment, I seemed to feel that this scene was indescribably familiar. I seem to have been to such a place, and I seem to have had this kind of training with a group of brothers who lived and died together.

However, I can't think of the specific picture. It felt like a dream, and I couldn't remember it even though I had experienced something like this.

Maybe. It was really a dream.

I only remember that in my dream, I also cultivated under such a waterfall, but that waterfall was not as big as this. The time is not as long as meditating here.

The waterfall in the dream, the pressure of the river falling is about a ton. And here, it's much more than there. The pressure, about five tons.

I sat at the bottom of the waterfall and held on, and soon I couldn't hold on a little anymore. I felt the pain of being hit by the waterfall, and several times I couldn't help but want to faint and fall from the stone into the river.

But Oda Seiji has been holding out for seven days, and I can do what he can do.

Gradually. I couldn't help but scream in pain. My body became sore and weak, and I tried my best to raise a trace of true qi to resist the pressure of the waterfall and the cold of the waterfall. Gritting my teeth, I yelled in pain, "What Brother Oda can do, Lao Tzu can do too!" ”

Zen, what exactly is Zen? Is it trying to think about something? Struggling to think about something that requires my attention?

So. Who am I? Am I really Wang Yang? Am I the big brother of society that Oda Seiji said? Is that the big brother who was killed by my brother?

My head hurts more and more, and the more I think about these things, the more uncomfortable my head becomes.

I just felt my brain become numb, and my body gradually became numb. Sitting under the waterfall in agony. Tears suddenly rolled down my eyes.

I'm crying? Can't I stand this pain and cry out? Is it my nature? Am I a man who cries easily?

Aren't I Wang Yang, the backbone of the Black Dragon Society? Isn't a strong man supposed to cry?

I kept thinking about one question after another, and gradually my mind fell deep into the chaotic questions.

My breathing began to become even and flat, and I fell into an endless stream of thoughts as if I were asleep. As long as I am distracted and think about other things, I believe I will be able to sit under this waterfall for a long, long time.

However, I found these questions to be pointless. What I really want to explore is what Zen is.

Zen, what is it, this invisible and intangible thing, and what kind of benefits can it bring me?

As the minutes ticked by, I suddenly felt a ticking sound in my heart and became clear.

With my eyes closed, in my heart is the vastness of the universe. And the waterfall above me is like the Milky Way in the universe, and it flows in my heart and makes me very comfortable.

One sand and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi. Open your eyes. I'm in this real world. When I close my eyes, I'm in another world. Maybe we see a different world every day, and maybe every day is our new life. And what we have to do is to get rid of all the distractions in our hearts. Put aside all worries and sorrows, and spend our days positively and meaningfully.

Good, inexplicable. The word popped up in my mind. Oda Seiji once said that everyone who sits at the bottom of this waterfall will realize a different kind of Zen. Could it be that the good word is a different kind of Zen that I have realized in my heart?

In an instant, the word seemed to be dissected into countless symbols. It keeps spinning in my heart, and it keeps composing new and beautiful words.

And in the world outside me, more and more ninjas, samurai, and underworld masters have gradually gathered at this time.

"It's the fifth day, Wang Yang has been sitting under this waterfall for five days?" Arijo said in surprise.

"The waterfall is very high, and the pressure of the water falling is as high as five tons. Even a trained Shinobi sat under this for three minutes, and he couldn't help the pain of stress and fell into the river. But Mr. Wang Yang actually sat here for five days? ”

"Mr. Wang Yang, he is really a talented person."

"Hehe, it's only been five days. President Oda once sat here for seven days. Only President Oda is a real man, and he will definitely not surpass President Oda. There was a samurai sneering.

In my heart, I understand what I call Zen. And in the world outside my body, it has caused more and more sensation at this time.

There are more people, and the masters of the underworld such as the Thief King, Jack, and Kim Myung-cheol are all gathered on the shore. Looking at the watch on his wrist, a thin man took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead and said. "There are still two hours to go until the seventh day, and Mr. Wang Yang is about to surpass President Oda. Whoever hurry up and tell Mr. Wang Yang not to surpass President Oda. He is the boss of the Black Dragon Society. Otherwise, it will be very shameless to be surpassed by him. ”

"Hehe........." Listening to the thin man's words, a sneer appeared on Jack's face.

"What's wrong? Mr. Wang Yang is our friend, Mr. Jin Mingzhe might as well help Wang Yang as well! The high merit will cause President Oda to be disgusted. Seeing that everyone just sneered but didn't speak, the thin man thought about it and picked up a stone.

"Don't disturb Wang Yang's meditation, he is now settled. Disturbing him at this time will easily make him go crazy. The king of thieves suddenly stopped the thin man.

"Mr. Thief, I'm doing it for Wang Yang's good. President Oda is not simple, you can see that President Oda's face has changed. The thin man said helplessly.

"Hey. Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky. Let Wang Yang go, maybe he will kill President Oda sooner or later. Smiling, the King of Thieves sighed and shook his head and left.

"It's the tenth day, will Wang Yang die!?" On the tenth day, the skinny man's eye circles turned a deep black. And the whole dream of China came, and even Li Xiuzhen bit her lip and looked at me.

"President, it's been ten days. Wang Yang, will he really die? Kawashima Mitsuko said with a solemn face.

"He's not dead, he's still meditating." The breathing was indescribably heavy, and Oda Seiji's face became indescribably ugly.

"President, Wang Yang has surpassed you and Miyamoto Musashi seniors. I only thought that Wang Yang was talented after being reborn, but I didn't expect his qualifications to be so strong. Do you want to, we will ......... Wang Yang "His face was solemn, and Kawashima Mitsuko's voice became smaller and quieter.

"Only we, the Yamato nation, are the strongest nation." Oda Seiji said with an ugly face.

"Wang Yang opened his eyes, he is not dead!" On the side, the thin man suddenly screamed in surprise. At the same time, everyone's breathing became rapid..........

At this moment, they saw a different Wang Yang standing up from the waterfall.

"Wang Yang, he has reached the realm of the god level." Squinting his eyes, one of the Hokage-level masters present licked his lips slightly.