Wang Jian once doubted that how many of the techniques he had mastered were really useful, such as the grasp of breath.

Grasp the flow of breath around him bit by bit, because whether it is a generation of grandmasters or scoundrels in the market, as long as he is still a living thing, then he will have the traction of the aura before any action.

This traction is inevitable and irrepressible. Maybe the master can get it to the bottom, but it's like a sunset and sunrise, a natural law that can't be avoided.

Wang Jian once learned how to master this skill from an old carpenter, but Wang Jian always believed that the fastest thing in the world is light, so what the eyes see must be the fastest, the so-called breath, the so-called feeling, probably suitable for the elderly to do fitness tai chi.

But today, all of a sudden, he suddenly had such an opportunity, completely emptying himself, letting his energy and thinking return to a kind of calm, and then this feeling appeared out of thin air.

Like the echolocation of bats, Wang Jian's senses have completely replaced what his eyes touch. And when he felt even the slightest whirlwind around him, he really realized that the eyes can deceive.

Yes, the eyes deceived him again and again, and when he faced it with his instinct and heart, he found that the world was so simple, but a few lines, a few dots, and a few simple actions, together they were a whole world.

Wang Jian grabbed the gap and bounced the old man away, then quietly took a few steps back, gently opened his bloodshot eyes that had been beaten to the ground, and let out a long breath.

"Looks like you've caught something." The old man's hands were still behind his back: "Has Master taught you what is the ultimate in martial arts?" ”

Wang Jian closed his eyes again, his hands slightly open, at first glance it was the same as the gesture he made when he was passively beaten at the beginning, but the old man saw that the pores on Wang Jian's body were open, and his body had changed from tight to relaxed, there was no sense of disobedience and no superfluous movements, Wei Ran could only see that he couldn't feel his existence at all.

"Samurai together. With the body through the heart, with the body of the world. Go with it, adapt to it, appease it and conquer it. The old man said with his hands behind his back, but as he spoke, he suddenly kicked back with a beautiful sideways kick without warning and went straight to Wang Jian's door.

Such an angle and such a speed are absolutely unavoidable for human beings, but Wang Jian suddenly took a slight step forward, and then tilted his head slightly, not only dodging this kick that was enough to kick Wang Jian out of thirty meters. He even put his shoulders around the old man's ankles.

"The latter does not mean losing, and the first does not mean winning. Winning or losing is a game, and you are the chess player. The old man's right foot was on tiptoe, as if ignoring the earth's gravity, and he pulled up more than two meters on the spot, followed by a perfect backflip. In the end, he landed steadily, quite like a fairy wind and bones: "If you care about winning, you will lose." ”

Wang Jian closed his eyes, but his face turned towards the old man: "Why did you teach me this?" ”

"Some people like that their opponents are tigers, lions, eagles. Some people want their opponents to be rabbits, flying squirrels, and insects. There's no reason for that, just like you and Shanova, you both want your opponent to be a beast, don't you? The old man circled around Wang Jian seemingly casually. But Wang Jian couldn't catch his flaws at all.

"Martial arts is also the way, and seeing through is enlightenment. You have attained enlightenment, and you have attained the Tao. This Tao is outside your circle, and how you get it depends on how you realize it. Those who are wise do not necessarily attain the Tao, those who have attained the Tao may not be wise, the wise are often mistaken by the wise, and the foolish have their own foolish blessings. You come from the dust. Transcending the dust and returning to the dust is your way, and only you know how to go about it. ”

When the old man said this, he had already carried out more than thirty attacks on Wang Jian, but each time he was either blocked by Wang Jian or dodged by Wang Jian. I can't let him crawl out like he did just now.

However, Wang Jian also couldn't find the flaws of the old man, just like what was said in the novel, but whenever a master makes a move, it is either a dozen days and nights or a move to each other. Wang Jian didn't understand it at the time. But now he understands it thoroughly......

"The ultimate in martial arts is to no longer use force, if you don't move, you won't break it, and if you don't break it, you're invincible. And the invincible man is also the one who does not kill, because he does not move. The old man said lightly: "And this is easy to say, but how many people are there who don't move?" How many people will not kill? For many years, I only knew that Master had reached this realm alone, and Wang Sanyi was truly invincible. ”

Wang Jian slowly adjusted his breathing while he spoke, listening intently to find the flaws, thinking and feeling have been completely separated, he no longer cares about this interference, his brain is turning, and his body teaches instinct.

"The beast in your body has infinite power, but you can't control him, a beast that can't be controlled is placed by your side, and it is more dangerous to you than to anyone."

"Martial arts is ultimately the cultivation of the mind, but no matter how high the state of mind is, you can't restrain that beast, what you have to do is to abandon him and give up on him, because he will eventually control your body and then use your body to interfere with your heart. It stirs your heart constantly, fills you with joy, anger, sorrow, and fear, and in the end, because of these instincts, you will eventually become a beast, and the cycle repeats. ”

Wang Jian suddenly threw a punch without warning, but it was easily defused by the old man, and the old man always walked leisurely without any panic: "The Qiankun universe is just a pool of stagnant water, you are standing in the middle of the water, surrounded by wind and grass under the water. But if you care too much about the wind and the grass, you can't see the ripples of the fish as they leap out of the water. You are you, you are still you, but you are not you, you can be who you are, and who can be you. You can be rocking for nine days or you can lie dormant like a mountain, it doesn't matter who you are, the important thing is that you can't be you, but you are still you. ”

Do not understand...... Wang Jian didn't understand, he really didn't understand. Although he could understand that what the old man said was the concept of Lao Zhuang, to be honest, he couldn't understand it......

"Let go of your body and let the beast control it, because the beast knows you better than you do. And you just have to free up your mind so that he can only control your body. Your body is just a mote of dust, and your heart comes out of the mote and blooms on it. ”

This contradiction made Wang Jian really puzzled, but if he tasted it carefully, it probably made Wang Jian divide himself and himself into two, the two are opposed to each other but relatively unified, they are inseparable whole but independent individuals at the same time.

Isn't this schizophrenia...... Wang Jian seems to have done it, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Multinational expert consultations are useless.

And suddenly, the old man didn't know why the empty door opened, Wang Jian turned his hand and seized this opportunity, turned around and slapped him on the chest quickly and steadily.

How strong Wang Jian is, this is well known, this palm down, the old man was suddenly palmed out. It smashed a beautiful vase and a simple bookcase of mahogany, and even knocked over the old carpenter's spiritual seat when it hit the ground.

With a successful blow, Wang Jian slowly opened his eyes and looked at the old man kneeling on the ground with his chest covered, his expression ...... There are no expressions.

"Hahaha, I'm afraid of being less strong. It's old, it's old, it's useless. The old man laughed with a mouth full of blood, and then tremblingly stretched out his hand to pick up the old carpenter's tablet, put it in front of him in a regular manner, and sobbed softly: "Master, the apprentice has no regrets day and night......

Wang Jian stepped forward with a frown and took a deep breath: "After sending you away." I will fulfill my promise and cut off my palm! ”

The old man raised his head and looked at Wang Jian, and suddenly smiled: "I don't want to see my grandson ruin the rest of his life because of me." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Jian was startled, and just wanted to step forward, but was hit by the old man's fierce fists and his feet off the ground, as if he had been directly hit by a cannon, and this power was something Wang Jian had never felt. The huge power even made Wang Jian unable to resist, and when he hit the wall, the dark energy actually made Wang Jian's body embedded in the wall straight.

"You're still young, and the future is still long."

The old man looked at Wang Jian, who was angry on the wall, wiped the blood from his mouth, and suddenly exerted force with his hands, and then the clothes on his body were stretched out with obvious muscle marks. And the old man's body really exploded several times like an angry pufferfish, and then blood began to gush out from dozens of holes on his body, and his face was full of smiles.

"Master! The apprentices are coming with you! ”

Self-breaking tendons. That's right! is to cut off the meridians, Wang Jian suddenly understood why this old man would burn incense, bathe and change clothes. Because no matter whether Wang Jian can win him today or not, he will be here - in front of Wang Jian, in front of the master, he will commit suicide!

And from his move, Wang Jian has already seen the gap between him and this old man, if he is not mistaken, this dying man who has fallen to his knees and holds the old carpenter's tablet in one hand is definitely the man closest to the martial king Wang Sanyi, the former genius of the sect, but now he is turning into a corpse.

Wang Jian struggled down from the wall, his feet could no longer stand, but he still clutched his chest, staggered to the old man, looked at him with his eyes down, and said nothing.

"One...... A moment of mistake, a lifetime...... The world is wrong. Return...... Return...... I can't turn back, so I look for ...... One...... A lifetime is just to find ...... Find a moment of stability. The old man's mind was no longer clear, and his mouth began to hum a piece of Huangmei tune, which the old carpenter loved to hear, and then his breath gradually broke off, and his body was softly crooked, but he held the tablet in his hand and refused to let go.

Wang Jian kept looking at him, and when he saw the tears coming out, he knelt down gently: "Dad, I'm ...... I lost, I didn't make good on my promise. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jian's mouthful of hot blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and then his eyes went black, and he fell heavily to the floor, although his mind was still sober, but Yan Zhanng's internal injuries were even helpless for his recovery function.

When the heavy fatigue hit, Wang Jian finally couldn't hold back anymore, slowly closed his eyes, and passed out.

By the time he woke up again, dusk had arrived. Although the pain in his body did not abate, and the bones did not seem to be completely restored, he was able to struggle to stand up.

Seeing the corpses and tablets on the ground again, Wang Jian sighed faintly, took the books, and when he opened them, he found that they were completely snow-white!

Wang Jian's heart thumped on the spot, and under the rush of fire, he almost fainted again.

At this time, the sound of cars outside rang out, and when I looked from the window, I found that it was a group of ghosts walking at night. Wang Jian's face changed, with his current state, let alone so many people, I am afraid that an ordinary adult can casually play him to death.

So Wang Jian didn't care about anything, he pulled his leg and fell down from the window on the other side, and fell heavily from the window on the second floor to the ground, the pain of the injury and injury made Wang Jian feel painful, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only crawl from the hidden path and the grass to the distance in an unknown direction with both hands and feet.

And not long after he disappeared, the people outside broke down because of the long knock on the door and did not respond, and soon found the old man's body......

After about thirty minutes, Shanova arrived with a haggard face, and when she saw her master's body, she could no longer hold back her crying. Unlike in the past, her usual crying could still feel deliberately suppressed, but now...... She could no longer restrain the pain in her heart, and her voice was tearing.

"Who did it?" Shanova asked the people around her: "Who is capable of doing such a thing!" ”

The Hundred Ghosts shook their heads one after another, because they all couldn't believe that such a god-like great master who could defeat a hundred would actually die in his villa in such a way.

And Shanova was even more flawless, just crying in a daze, shaking very much.

Katyusha looked around silently, and when she found the hole in the wall, the fake book that had been turned over on the ground, and the tablet, her face suddenly became a little pale, and she muttered to herself: "Wang Jian......"

As soon as Shanova heard the name, she jumped up frantically and cried hoarsely: "I will kill him!" Kill him!!! ”

This time Katyusha did not calm Shanova, because she understood the feeling of losing her only loved one, if Shanova could restrain her feelings again, then even Katyusha might leave Shanova because of this, because people who don't even care about such feelings are too terrible, they are not worth loving and protecting, and such people can kill someone she thinks is worthless at any time.

"Good! We killed him! It will definitely work! ”

After speaking, Katyusha hugged Shanova, who was already crying and was about to faint, and gently stroked her hair: "I will definitely help you take revenge." ”

Shanova nodded, just wanted to speak, and then didn't take a breath, rolled her eyes and fell into a coma.