Duchamp could only hear the blood welling up, and he could not refute the words of the big man, on the contrary, there was a voice in his heart, which was saying to him, "The big man is right, hurry up and catch up with him!" ”

"Who's talking to me?" Duchamp's heart was puzzled.

"It's me, I'm your heart. I've always been there, I've been suppressed for too long. ”

The voice, continuing Duchamp's mind, spoke to another self.

"Is that what I want?" Duchamp subconsciously muttered to himself, suddenly having some realization.

Teacher Weima, Cassius, and Dan all once told him that when a martial artist breaks through the eighth order, he will perceive some different things, and these things are the "Dao". On the path of martial arts, everyone will choose their own path, and that is the ultimate manifestation of his power.

Duchamp himself was a man with more than enough ideas and little perseverance, both in his past life and in this life. He has taken shortcuts in his life and learned many things quickly, but all of them are consistent with this characteristic. He is thoughtful, he likes to plan and decide everything, and in ordinary affairs, this kind of character will help him a lot, but in the path of martial arts, this kind of character has become a flaw. Compared with Lu Yi, Duchamp suddenly saw his shortcomings.

I remember that there is a book that says "great ingenuity does not work", Duchamp used to disagree with this sentence, and all along, he was immersed in the pursuit of all kinds of skills and could not extricate himself, and even thought that people who were stronger than him had more powerful skills than him.

Now, he suddenly found that he had made a mistake all along, thinking that strength naturally leads to bravery, and now, he vaguely feels that this sentence should be said the other way around, and those who are brave are powerful.

The mind, which is the core of all the forces that drive it, does not work according to data and calculations, but acts according to its own intuition, which is the human mind.

Whether a person is strong or small, impulsive or cautious, majestic or obscene, in the eyes of others, has nothing to do with the heart. Everyone's heart is a self-world, everyone's self-world is striving for perfection, it is born to think that it has all the good and tall, but this consciousness, with the growth of people and constantly accept external judgments, constantly self-denial, is suppressed little by little, in order to adapt to the crowded human society, to become a modern person.

And the cultivation of martial artists is to swim against the current and pursue the most primitive power of human beings. If there is a lack of "courage", how can the mind freely drive strength, or even explode strength? His "Dao" has always lacked this plank, so he can never transcend his current self, so his power can rarely explode, so he can't enter a higher realm.

In the deepest part of his consciousness, the figure that was talking to him became clearer and clearer. By the time Duchamp could see it, he felt a little familiar.

It was an oriental man with a proud black hedgehog with short hair, he was tall and heroic, and he was somewhat similar to Duchamp's appearance in his previous life, but in fact he was not like it. To be precise, this is the image of the player that Duchamp has carefully crafted for two hours when playing a certain game - an idealized self.

"Everything else is ready, just this one." He happily announced, and then, magically conjuring the word "courage" from in front of him, placed it in a boiling pool in front of him.

"What is Yong?" Duchamp seized the opportunity to ask his own heart.

"Courage is the most direct and primitive force in this world, and it is the source of all power." The figure shouted and announced, and with his announcement, the pool in front of him began to boil, and a flame rose.

The figure flew up and merged with Duchamp. Duchamp found himself able to truly look inside this spiritual realm. His spiritual world was now surrounded by fire, which was blazing, but it would not cause any harm to himself.

This fire quickly ignited in his sea of consciousness, and with an irresistible momentum of the prairie fire, it advanced in all directions, burning the various labyrinthine defenses he had carefully built before, as well as a lot of garbage and groceries, all the way to the edge of this sea of consciousness. Everything that was considered superfluous was burned by it, and this small world became more pure and condensed.

Then, the gang shrank back to the center of the sea of consciousness, slowly precipitating, like a golden river, enveloping the world.

Many things that had been preserved in Duchamp's mind were reduced to ashes, including the books he had read before that he had not yet sought, the moves he had learned or created but not studied, and the secret methods of knowledge that his intellect had not yet grasped. There are very few who have stayed and been deeply engraved in this world.

Some symbols that shimmer with starlight, deep below this golden river, connect into a sea of stars, glittering. Among them, there is the skill tree of the illusion principle, which lurks in the depths of the river, emitting a dark light. In addition, shining in the river are the stick techniques taught by Dan, as well as the body techniques that Duchamp has practiced very skillfully.

In addition to these, there are several magic symbols shining in the river, the brightest ones are the two intricate patterns learned from the "Yang Pendant", and the remaining ones are dull colors, which are low-level magic that Duchamp has mastered and can emit with his bare hands.

It seems that the vast and boundless knowledge base can finally settle down in his world.

Duchamp's consciousness examined the golden river, and at this moment, he became as calm as the world.

This is his realm.

He stared at the river, and in the golden slow-flowing liquid, some of the power of the strong man that left a deep impression was reflected, the strongest move released by the unshakable will of the Sword Saint, the "Phoenix Burning Wave", and the stab of the Star Cup Knight that condensed the principle of emptiness and caused the space to collapse, flashed on the golden river one after another, and then slowly disappeared.

He reached out, sensing the sight of its vanishing in the places where the reflection had vanished.

He got nothing.

He sighed regretfully, knowing that he could not comprehend such powerful power with his own ability, but he had already left a deep imprint on his consciousness, and with time, he would eventually comprehend the true meaning of these powers and turn them into his own ability.

The exploration of the realm can only end here.

He took one last look at the world. After being burned by the fire, the world has become pure from chaos, and it is still becoming more and more vivid and vivid at an imperceptible speed. His world is still slowly growing.

He withdrew satisfied.

Standing on the side, he had already looked at him in surprise for a long time.

Just as Duchamp was able to comprehend his power from Lu's will, Lu Fangcai also felt a kind of power he longed for from Duchamp's body, calling himself.

Even Gu De, who was still a shallow cultivator, noticed it, and became calm because of this, silently pondering.

Duchamp looked at the road a few times, and suddenly said thoughtlessly:

"I've got your back!"

Lu suddenly beamed. Even though he has made a plan to go alone, he still hopes to hear this sentence from the people closest to him, "I support you!" ”

With this phrase, it is enough!

Duchamp's eyes sparkled with sincerity.

His mind was in an ethereal state, and in the few eyes he had just looked at the road, he thought of many things.

Lu broke through the seventh order earlier than him, and it was time to choose his own 'Dao' and 'Reason', and his stunt was called "Indomitable", which was the way to win in a straight way. The matter of revenge is a mountain that hinders his soul, and he must remove it himself. And all of my own worries and considerations are contrary to the "straight road" of the road.

Perhaps, the completion of this path of revenge is the test that leads to the strong.

"I've got your back!" This is Duchamp's thoughtful answer.

When Lu heard these four words, he suddenly felt relaxed and unfettered. Although he made careful arrangements, the trip was full of risks after all. Leaving Goode behind was the only backhand he had prepared. Although Duchamp was younger than Goode, Lu never treated him as a child, and since he said so, Goode could be safely handed over to him.

Luha laughed and said to the two, "It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed, let's find a tavern and have a drink." ”

Goode was faintly uneasy, but Duchamp gave him one after another, signaling him to be restless, and proposed: "Let's go to the Sanctuary first, so that Aji will also be happy." ”

By the time we arrived at the Great Church of Rure, Sunday school had not yet ended. Lu looked around and said with satisfaction, "Since there is still time, let's go and pray in front of the goddess statue for a while." ”

Lu stepped into the sanctuary, chose a place close to the goddess, closed his eyes, and prayed earnestly:

"Goddess, please bless us, let good and justice reign supreme, and evil and sin buried.

Let our parents enjoy your glory forever under your throne.

Goddess, please guide me to find the murderer of my parents as soon as possible, so that the wicked may be punished, and the souls of the good may rest in peace.

I will follow your guidance, and after completing my revenge, I will do my best to help more good people, to stop the evil in this world, and let justice shine on the world. ”

Not far away, Duchamp had his eyes half-closed, and he didn't know what to say, and he wrote down the prayer in his heart, word for word.