Mingyue illuminated the sky. In the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, Ning Chen sat at the table, using the light of the lamp to wipe King Yama's Divine Sword. The sword had been sealed for nearly ten years. Except for taking it out to scare Xuanwu a few days ago, it had never been used again.
In the fight with others, the sword is ruthless, hurting and killing people. In just a thought, he has killed too many people and does not want the sword in his hand to be stained with blood again.
Hopefully, in this Hundred Dynasties Competition, this sword no longer needs to be unsheathed and can just be sealed away.
This time he came to Southern Mausoleum to find a way to revive Ghost Maiden. He owed too many favors in his life. No matter what method he used, he would rescue Ghost Maiden.
"Master, why don't you take a rest?"
The wooden door creaked, and Ruoxi walked in and asked softly.
"I'm getting ready to rest. By the way, Hongzhu and I will leave first in two days. You can go too," Ning Chen said.
"It's business this time. Ruoxi won't go. It will drag the young master down." Ruoxi responded with a gentle smile.
"It's okay, it's decided." Ning Chen knew Ruoxi's worries, so he decided for him without further explanation.
Southern Mausoleum is different from the Divine Continent. In this strange place, Ruoxi has only him to rely on and cannot leave her alone. Moreover, without this girl by his side, he will not feel at ease along the way.
Ruoxi's eyes flashed with a hint of joy. Although she didn't want to cause trouble to the young master, she still wanted to go with him from the bottom of her heart.
"Dangdang"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a pleasant voice came, saying, "Brother, have you rested?"
"It's red bamboo," Ruoxi said softly.
Ning Chen frowned slightly, what was she doing coming down the mountain at this time?
"Come in," Ning Chen said.
Wan Hongzhu opened the door and saw Ruoxi was also in the room. He breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward and said respectfully, "Hongzhu came here specifically to thank senior brother for the gift of the sword. In today's battle, thanks to this sword, Hongzhu was able to win by chance."
"The one you should thank is not me, but your master and Yuheng Sect Master. The deal I made with them is to help Yuheng win the top three seats in this Hundred Dynasties Competition. The stronger you are, the more likely this transaction will be successful," Ning Chen said calmly.
"Sir, don't always reject people thousands of miles away."
Ruoxi couldn't stand it anymore, and gave his young master a gentle slap without leaving any trace, and said in a low voice, "Hongzhu didn't forget to come over and say thank you so late at night. Don't act like a guest. How can you say that this is also your junior sister?"
Since the death of Changsun, the young master's temperament has become even more indifferent. She is not as good as Empress Dowager, so she can only try to persuade him from the sidelines.
"Sit down." Hearing Ruoxi's reminder, Ning Chen sighed in his heart and said in a slightly softer tone.
Wan Hongzhu glanced at Ruoxi gratefully and sat down at the wooden table. Every time she spoke to her senior brother, she felt very nervous for fear of saying the wrong thing. Although they had known each other for so long, although the senior brother would answer her questions one by one, no matter how many times she came, his attitude was no different from the first time they met. He was as calm as if he were facing an ordinary stranger.
"Brother, please give this sword a name." Wan Hongzhu took out Qi Feng from its sheath and said softly.
Ning Chen looked at the sword in front of him and fell silent. After a long time, he said, "Undying Bloom"
Hearing this name, Wan Hongzhu was startled at first, and then a dazzling color flashed in his eyes, eternal youth, is this what it means?
The name is simple and easy to understand, and with the most heartfelt blessings, Ning Chen chose the name very carefully, and they met each other. Although they were only brothers and sisters in name, he still sincerely wished Wan Hongzhu to be like a sword in a sheath, with unparalleled youth and beauty that will never wither.
"I like this name Hongzhu very much, thank you senior brother," Wan Hongzhu said softly.
After saying that, Wan Hongzhu hesitated for a moment, then said carefully, "Hongzhu understands a little bit about what senior brother said on the martial arts platform today, but he can't figure out the deeper meaning in it. I hope senior brother can give me some advice."
The senior brother said that the sword was a killing weapon, but this didn't seem to be too difficult to understand, and she couldn't think of any relationship between this and why there was such a big gap between them.
"If I want to kill you, how much hope do you think you can survive?" Ning Chen put the wiped King Yama's Divine Sword on the table and asked.
"Not even in Chengdu." Wan Hongzhu thought for a while and said the truth.
Although her cultivation level is higher than that of her senior brother, there is a huge difference in real strength. In today's competition on the martial arts stage, the feeling of being blocked in every move really made them feel deeply powerless.
She really couldn't figure out why the moves they were so proud of after practicing so hard for so many years were all flawed in the eyes of their senior brothers. Could it be that they hadn't practiced enough?
"Wrong"
Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of him and explained, "In fact, it is very difficult to kill a three-disaster strongman. People's survival instinct in desperate situations is beyond imagination. The reason why you think so is because you have never experienced such a desperate situation."
It was extremely difficult to deal with Du'e Temple Abbot, Calamity King, Martial Lord, and Four Extremes Realm Lord. Even though he repeatedly arranged for backup, when it came to the actual battle, unexpected variables appeared many times.
They are like this, and he himself is the same. In a desperate situation, in order to survive, a person's will and potential will become extremely terrifying. It is not absolutely impossible to even reverse the situation of the war.
Of course, if the opponent's strength reaches the level of Pluto, everything will be different. After all, the gap between humans and gods cannot be changed by will.
"Your sword will instinctively become your last resort when you are in the most danger. At that time, the essence of the sword will be very clear. Kill the opponent and then survive," Ning Chen said calmly.
No one would think about such nonsense as benevolence, righteousness, and morality when they are in a desperate situation. He couldn't do it, and neither could the legendary ancient sages.
Wan Hongzhu seemed to understand something, a look of confusion flashed through his eyes, and he said, "Hongzhu still doesn't quite understand, what does this have to do with the strength gap between me and my senior brother?"
Ning Chen was not in a hurry and said patiently, "You answer the question I just asked you again."
"There is no hope at all." Wan Hongzhu didn't know why, but he still followed his senior brother's words and answered again.
"In fact, from my perspective, it is not possible that you have no chance, but from your perspective, there is only this answer. This is the gap between us now."
At this point, Ning Chen paused for a moment, thought for a while, and explained in a more layman's terms, "The reason why you think you have no hope is because you only see your current strength, but not your potential. However, this potential will only be revealed when you encounter a real life and death threat."
"You have never experienced such a moment before, so your current strength is only what you can see."
"But one day, when you really encounter a life-or-death crisis, if you are lucky enough to be able to survive it, write down all your feelings at that time, maybe the moves, maybe the insights, or maybe the traces of each sword. Keep it in your heart carefully and learn to turn the potential that explodes in this crisis moment into a part of your own strength."
"Do you understand now?" Ning Chen asked.
In the path of martial arts, talent is indeed very important. In this regard, Wan Hongzhu is not much different from Luo Xingchen, but the decisive difference between them is that Luo Xingchen is rebelling. When Zhao Family came out, he had experienced too many life-and-death battles, and his strength had also improved by leaps and bounds. In the end, he could even compete with the Zhao Family and several Three Calamities Realm giants.
Wan Hongzhu nodded, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. These words don't sound easy, and they are probably even more difficult to do. I don't know what my senior brother has gone through in the past to become as powerful as a monster.
The beating lights were already a little dim. Ruoxi stepped forward and picked the wick to make the fire brighter. Young Master said that before Hundred Dynasties Competition, how far Hongzhu's strength can be improved will be crucial to the final result.
She didn't know much about martial arts, but she also knew that the young master was only half-length now, and it would be difficult for him to suppress all the opponents from hundreds of dynasties on his own. She didn't insist on whether Miss Hongzhu could help, at least she had to be able to protect herself when the young master had no time to distract himself.
Previous Hundred Dynasties Competition battles have strict age restrictions, which is why she doesn't worry too much about Young Master. As long as the opponent is not a monster who has lived for countless years, Young Master will not lose no matter how amazing the genius is.
The doubts in his heart were answered. Only then did Wan Hongzhu notice the gorgeous and noble purple divine sword on the table, which was not like a mortal weapon. A look of surprise appeared on his face and he asked, "Brother, is this your sword?"
"That's right"
Ning Chen responded softly, this is the sword of the King of Hell, and it is also the sword of Ghost Maiden. Before she wakes up, he will keep it for the time being.
"Can I see it?" Hongzhu asked.
"Yes"
Ning Chen nodded in response and did not refuse.
Wan Hongzhu took the sword, and before his delicate hands touched the blade, he felt a strong repulsive force coming from him. The Holy Spirit does not allow any outsiders to touch it.
The two soldiers of the underworld, one sacred and the other evil, symbolize the clear distinction between the Lord of the Underworld in rewarding good and punishing evil.
In the world, except for the King of Hell, no one can use this pair of swords. Ning Chen can only rely on Fengyuan's similar holy power to barely get the recognition of the Divine Sword, but it is difficult to exert the power of this sword to destroy the world when it is in the hands of the King of Hell.
Perhaps, one day, when Ghost Maiden wakes up, this sword will once again show its former stunning style.
"Senior brother's sword seems to have not been used for a long time." Wan Hongzhu returned the sword and said.
"It's been ten years, I hope it won't be used this time," Ning Chen said with a dark look in his eyes.
"Miss Hongzhu, it's getting late and the young master needs to rest." At this moment, Ruoxi, who had been silent all this time, said softly.
Wan Hongzhu was startled, then understood, stood up and said goodbye, "Thank you, senior brother, for clearing up my doubts today. It's difficult to go up the mountain late at night, so Hongzhu will go back first."
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