"I want to be cool!!"

The young man who was destined to become the Son of Heaven had not yet ascended to the throne at this time, and he let out a roar that pointed directly at his heart.

"Women, power, everything, I want the best!"

Ying Zheng clenched his fists, his pupils full of ambition.

"If I want to live, Hades can't take it away, if I want people to die, I won't delay the day.

I want all those who once looked down on me to die without a place to bury,

I want all the beauties I've ever admired to be stripped naked on the couch to welcome each other!"

At this time, Yingzheng didn't think about a country, he just thought about his jealousy, his pain, and his thirst.

To put it bluntly, he is a wronged prodigal.

The ambition of the prodigal son, coupled with the fortune of the God King, is vividly displayed in Yingzheng.

And Xia Bai, who was walking in front, stopped, turned sideways more than halfway, and shook his fingers: "It's just that this is not enough." ”

"Huh?

Ying Zheng was stunned.

What he said was what he thought in his heart, and he didn't even tell the woman he was holding when he was drunk in the Qinglou that today was the first time he was exposed to the sun.

This gentleman, I can't say enough.

However, Xia Bai did not study it again.

The following words were said for him: "I want you to chase the wind and clouds, become the first emperor in the world, no one before or after, create a new country, and never die!"

If you can't do that, I won't teach you how to use the sword. ”

Ying Zheng was stunned.

"Can it be done?"

Xia Bai turned around, and the distance between the two was not far, but the withered grass on the wasteland was blown down by the wind, pressed down by the clouds, and baked by the scorching sun in the distance.

"I... I don't know..."

Ying Zheng felt that this ambition was too big, and he really didn't think about it.

When he became an emperor, he wanted to play with women and kill people who looked down on him, and that's it.

There is no one before and no one after?

Create a new country that will never be destroyed?

This teenager, who has been a gangster in Zhao for more than ten years, really didn't think about it.

"Then you don't deserve to learn my sword. ”

Xia Bai shook his head and smiled contemptuously, and the laughter suddenly amplified, turning into laughter, wild laughter.

The laughter mingled in the wind and seemed to have become a mockery of the whole world.

Ying Zheng clenched his fists in this ridicule, and for some reason something was ignited in his heart, "You all say that I am the future son of heaven, and you all pin your hopes on me, but I am just a thug of Zhao Guo!"

What I'm asking for isn't as great as you think.

I don't know anything about the hundred schools of thought, and I don't seem to understand it.

I know that when I become an emperor, I have to be more and more constrained, my words and deeds will be recorded in history, and even I will not be like myself..."

Xia Bai stopped laughing and asked rhetorically, "Who said that?"

Ying Zheng asked, "Isn't that so?"

Xia Bai said lightly: "Then what do you want a knife for? What do you think a knife is?"

Ying Zheng was stunned...

What is a knife?

A knife is a weapon.

As if to understand his thoughts, Xia Bai patted his chest softly, "Knife... It's your heart. There is no return, and there is no going forward, how can it be restrained?

The sword does not seek the first! The sword does not have the second!

If you don't have the ambition to cut off everything, how can you be worthy to lift the sword?

If you want to become stronger, you must first learn to say no to fate, to all the existence that oppresses you!"

Resistant, unyielding.

It is the demon seed that Xia Bai wants to plant for the reincarnated son of heaven.

With this, this true son of heaven will not accept it calmly when he is pressed on the head by the gods in the future.

Ying Zheng pondered in the wind.

The yellow horse roared, and the red horse walked with its head down, grazing.

Heaven and earth are silent.

And Ying Zheng doesn't know how long it has been.

He thought about it a lot.

He felt that this teacher was very different.

Say no to fate, to all existence of oppression?

...

Strike!

Suddenly, the future Son of Heaven fell to his knees, supported the ground with both hands, kowtowed heavily, and said loudly: "Please teach me, sir!"

The boy had gold under his knees.

The Son of Heaven is even more fortunate under his knees.

Even Long Rantian didn't dare to let him kneel, but Yingzheng knelt at this time.

He is not yet a son of heaven, he is still a child, and he is still a teenager who is like a blank sheet of paper.

Xia Bai looked at the young man who was crawling in the long grass and smiled.

In his two eye sockets, the little female ghost and the turbid yellow giant snake were speechless looking at this scene.

How else can it be done?

These two can imagine how turbulent the world will be once the true Son of Heaven ordained by the gods follows Xia Bai and the demon camp.

...

The next few days.

Xia Bai didn't hide his secrets, and directly taught the Sword Virtue Sutra, this level of sword technique, really shocked Yingzheng, he suddenly felt that Long Rantian taught him rubbish.

Xia Bai is not hiding his secrets, because he only teaches half of it.

After all, I can't bear the child, and I can't trap the wolf.

Then, in the name of regulating qi and inspecting the meridians, he began to investigate the dragon qi in Yingzheng's body.

Every day.

Ying Zheng practiced hard.

Long Rantian happened to be a few times, and he saw his apprentice get up very early, crossed his knees, and nodded secretly, feeling that the future Son of Heaven was indeed diligent, but he didn't know that his apprentice had already been abducted.

It's a few more days.

In the name of instilling sword qi, Xia Bai poured a wisp of qi into Ying Zheng's body, and the latter used this trace of sword qi to break a tree in the air, which was extremely shocking.

Subsequently, Xia Bai was not polite, and asked Yingzheng to pass on the internal force to him, so that he could feel and analyze the true qi components in the apprentice's body.

Ying Zheng naturally does not doubt him, and his relationship with Xia Bai these days has made him respect this master very much.

Because Xia Bai not only taught him unheard of magical skills, but also guided him in how to behave in the world, and in many places he comprehended the pleasure of "cutting through the mess with a quick knife".

And the future Son of Heaven produced a kind of "problems that can be solved by killing, but they are not problems".

Under the tree.

Ying Zheng gambled a wisp of true anger on Xia Bai.

The latter closed his eyes and groaned, it didn't seem to be enough, the dragon qi was hidden too deeply, and it was necessary for the breath in the body of the Son of Heaven to be completely disrupted to dig it out.

Otherwise, it will be like golden sand precipitating at the bottom of the water, if there is no strong force, all that is pumped out will be water, and there will be no golden sand.

Xia Bai couldn't help it.

"Zheng'er, what do you think should be done in the way of martial arts?"

Ying Zheng thought about what Long Rantian taught, and responded: "Of course, it is to lay a solid foundation and step by step, so that you can enter the Tao with martial arts." ”

Xia Bai shook his head, "This is the way of a gentleman, this is the way of the layman... The way of using the knife, first raise three points of death, the qi is not crazy, and the knife is not rampant. Come on... For the teacher to let you feel the feeling that the meridians are full of sword qi.

Since you want to become a true son, you can't take the ordinary path. ”

Ying Zheng has laid the foundation of the Sword Book during this time, and a trace of knife energy born by chance can make him take off coolly.

The feeling of flying flowers and picking leaves, and the feeling of knife gas shooting out, is really refreshing.

"Come on, teacher. ”

Ying Zheng pushed out with both hands and was with Xia Bai.

Suddenly, I felt two torrents of sword qi coming from the palm of my hand, swimming wildly along my meridians, converging in the dantian, which was like two tornadoes falling from the sky and inserting into the lake.

An uproar arose.

Huangquan Biluo was very nervous, after all, no one had tried this since ancient times.

"Okay, Zheng'er!!"

Summer white hair is windless and automatic, dancing wildly.

"No problem, Teacher!!"

Ying Zheng felt that his body was full of internal force that was about to explode, which made him further feel the strength of the teacher.

Xia Bai snorted lightly, and the sword qi urged again.

This time, Yingzheng's entire dantian was overturned into the river and the sea, and a wisp of golden yellow at the bottom of the lake was put into the real dragon and suddenly rose.

Xia Bai naturally felt it, countless sword qi slashed through the air of that dantian, intercepted a section, and then continued to urge the breath with his right hand, but his left hand was rolling the dragon qi and quickly retreated.

His heart was beating fast, for fear that the gods would suddenly find out that this short period of time was like years for Xia Bai.

But in the end, that roll of dragon qi was really stolen out of Ying Zheng's body by him and sank into his dantian.

With a sigh of relief, Xia Bai began to slowly withdraw his sword qi.

It worked.