The concept of 'meaning' is something that can only be understood intuitively and cannot be explained in words. Yang Zhen did not know the dialectical relationship between idealism and materialism in philosophy. However, even if he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. Even if he had never seen pigs run, he had at least seen Peppa Pig.
In their debates on swordsmanship and philosophy, Yang Zhen could easily fool everyone present.
The Sword Spirit is still just a child. Even if it acknowledges Luo Shan Yang, so what?
Is there a child that a lollipop can't solve?
After hearing Yang Zhen's explanation, Luo Shan Yang's face was filled with absurdity. He pointed his sword at Yang Zhen and roared, " Yang Zhen, you lied to me?"
Yang Zhen looked bewildered and asked, "When did I lie to you again?"
This child seems to have paranoia; he always feels like others are lying to him. Is it really that hard to admit that others are better than you?
Luo Shan Yang didn't think so. His face was full of pain as he roared at Yang Zhen, "What's the difference between 'everything can be a sword' and 'everything is a sword'? Why does the Sword Spirit recognize you but not me?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought.
Yes, what's the difference between "everything can be a sword" and "everything is a sword"?
Why did the Sword Spirit abandon Luo Shan Yang and run to Yang Zhen's side after hearing those words?
The Sword Devil Demon had a somber expression, also deep in thought.
Yang Zhen scoffed and said, "The sword in your heart is just the sword in your heart. Do you know that a sword is a sword, not the sword you imagine it to be?"
Luo Shan Yang: "???"
Seeing the bewildered expression on Luo Shan Yang's face, Yang Zhen knew that this child would never understand this principle.
Like a mirage, it is merely a shadow, yet writers and poets have imbued it with all sorts of emotions, unaware that whether it is profound and far-reaching or sorrowful and resentful, it is neither wrong nor without fault.
A reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water is inherently indifferent; it is human beings who are sentimental!
The sword itself is without feeling; it is the swordsman who is compassionate!
Whether it's the Tai'e Sword or the Edgeless Sword, the Fish Intestine Sword embodies an aura of self-assurance, Ganjiang Moye Xie represent a different, almost manic belief.
People always imbue all sorts of swords with all sorts of emotions.
This has deviated from the original meaning of the sword; while not entirely wrong, it is putting the cart before the horse.
With a casual wave of his hand, Yang Zhen released the fragrance of the Sword Spirit throughout the mountaintop, then stared at Luo Shan Yang and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
Luo Shan Yang, still reeling from the shock, stammered, "This... this is Sword Spirit?"
"Wrong!"
Yang Zhen turned and left, walking with unparalleled grace and nonchalance, as if leaving behind not a trace of the fragrance that filled the mountains and fields.
As Yang Zhen turned and left the mountaintop, Yang Zhen deep and profound voice echoed through the air.
"This... is just a flower!"
Where is this Sword Spirit?
In Yang Zhen's hand, it was indeed just a flower. Although it was a manifestation of the Sword Spirit, Yang Zhen was absolutely right; it was just a flower.
Everyone on the mountaintop, including Nine Dragons and the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord, craned their necks to watch Yang Zhen walk further and further away.
At this moment, Yang Zhen's figure was magnified infinitely by some force, becoming tall, profound, and unfathomable.
Everyone was stunned, as if they had not yet recovered from Yang Zhen's words that everything in heaven and earth could be a sword and that everything is a sword.
Nine Dragons frowned, deep in thought; the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord looked puzzled; and the Sword Devil Demon seemed to be possessed, staring at his empty hands and then at the world around him, entering a state of sudden enlightenment.
This can be considered a great stroke of luck bestowed upon him by Yang Zhen.
No one had ever spoken of such a thing in front of the Sword Devil before, and this viewpoint was the first time he had ever heard of it in Sword Devil life. Its impact on him far surpassed that of everyone else present.
In fact, Yang Zhen used this unconventional viewpoint and ambiguous dialectical relationship to confuse the Sword Spirit!
At this moment, the Sword Spirit was like a child, admiring Yang Zhen like a little fanboy.
However... no one knew that Yang Zhen was about to break down.
Damn it, this kind of thing is definitely not good for showing off. Just this view of seeing a mountain as a mountain and not seeing a mountain as a mountain almost created a Heart Demon for me. You can imagine how terrifying the impact it had on the minds of others.
After descending the mountaintop, Yang Zhen decided that he would never touch such things again. Forget about seeing mountains as mountains and not seeing mountains; now everything Yang Zhen saw looked like a sword!
slip!
Run away as fast as possible, and as far as possible!
A passable act is enough; if you keep going, you'll probably be exposed.
Just as Yang Zhen was about to break out in a cold sweat, a deafening laugh that shook the heavens and earth resounded. The hysterical madness made Yang Zhen want to curse.
Suddenly, a beam of blood-red light erupted from the Willow Heart Sword in Luo Shan Yang's hand. His entire body surged with Blood Qi, and his eyes turned blood red as he charged madly towards Yang Zhen.
"It's all fake, Yang Zhen, you liar, I'm going to kill you!"
Luo Shan Yang appeared to be insane, his entire being engulfed in a state of hysteria.
"Possessed by a demon?" Yang Zhen was stunned, then took off running. Damn it, this kind of person is untouchable. Fighting him or not is just as bad; if he gets beaten, he can't even reason with him... Who can reason with a madman?
"You bastard, stop right there!" The Willow Heart Sword in Luo Shan Yang's hand shone brightly with blood, and a sinister aura emanated from it.
Yang Zhen wasn't about to stop. He ran while shouting, "Stop chasing me! I'm not afraid of your master, but if you keep chasing me, I'll hit you!"
A group of people stared in disbelief as the two jumped around, their faces filled with bewilderment.
Is Yang Zhen still the same person who said everything is a sword?
He looks just like a monkey!
Luo Shan Yang was in an even worse state, completely lost in a trance, probably forgetting who he was, and just frantically chasing and slashing at Yang Zhen with the Willow Heart Sword.
"Damn it, Sword Devil Demon, are you going to control your crazy disciple?" Yang Zhen cursed as he ran, turning to look at Sword Devil. He saw Sword Devil Sage of Saunter was furious. "I told you, you should just watch me subdue the Sage of Saunter Sword Spirit, but you had to insist on having a competition. Now look what happened! You've brought this on yourself. Sword Devil Demon, if you don't come over here soon, your disciple is about to explode!"
"What a tragedy!" Nine Dragons shook his head, his face full of sighs. A good Sword Addict has now turned into a sword maniac!
The Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord looked utterly astonished. He glanced back at Li Qingfeng and the others, still lost in the dialectic of "all things are swords," and gave a soft snort, saying, "Calm down!"
puff!
Li Qingfeng coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face filled with horror.
Fuyao took a deep breath, and almost instantly, her entire body was soaked in sweat.
"Just who is this Yang Zhen?" Li Qingfeng was truly terrified now. To be able to drive Luo Shan Yang mad with just a few words and leave countless people present deep in thought was something no ordinary person could do.
Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord turned to look at the Nine Dragons.
Nine Dragons was stunned, then murmured, "I only encountered this by chance."
The Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord was taken aback for a moment, then said, "This child's future achievements will surely surpass those of you and me."
Somewhere on the mountaintop, a disheveled old man grinned and chuckled, shaking his head as he said, "Everything is a sword, what a fine line, everything is a sword. A rare find among these young men who isn't confused, quite to my liking. It's just a pity he's such a good-for-nothing. Oh dear, the Sword Devil Demon is about to wake up."