Chapter 270: A sorcerer does not fight, so no one in the world can fight with him; a warrior should
Chapter 270: A sorcerer does not fight, so no one in the world can fight with him; a warrior should fight, so he is invincible
In the study room.
Zhao Duan took two steps and arrived at the table. He picked up the ink stick and turned it around in the inkstone twice. He quickly picked up the pen and wrote three lines on the paper:
1. The heart of a warrior is to be enterprising and not afraid of failure.
Second, challenge all parties and integrate the strengths of all schools of thought.
Three, not hiding or avoiding, the courage of a reckless man.
"Huh!" After finishing writing and picking up the pen, Zhao Duan let out a long sigh, then stared at the black words on the paper with a frown, distracted.
This is the teaching he extracted today while following Master Hai.
"Eunuch Hai seems to be disorganized, but in fact, these days, he has been leading me to truly understand these things step by step."
"So, the key to breaking through the state of mind and entering the divine realm lies in these words."
Zhao Duan looked at the first one, and after thinking for a moment, he picked up the pen and crossed it out, changing it to the word "target".
“The key to this is not the heart of a warrior, but determination, that is, determining the goal.
When Emperor Taizu of Dayu founded the dynasty, he was clearly not a rough man who simply pursued martial arts. He must have had the ambition to rule the world, and learning martial arts might have been just a means to achieve his goal.
"What is my goal? To survive."
Zhao Duan's eyes were firm.
Become a noble and a prime minister, become the leader of civil officials? Become a famous general? Or the head of powerful officials? Or reach the realm of "human immortal"?
Was this his goal? Never!
Is that "deceiving the emperor"? Marrying the empress?
Also not.
“My goal has always been to survive better, without having to live in fear of death and let others decide my fate.
In my previous life, I toiled to death for this, and in this life, I am trying to escape from a crisis-ridden situation... But in the past few months, as my status has risen, my sense of urgency has decreased... My pursuit of goals has also declined...
If you don’t take firm steps towards your goal, you’re doomed to fail!”
Zhao Duan suddenly woke up.
He looked at the second one, thought for a moment, and crossed it out as well:
"Learning from the strengths of hundreds of schools is what Old Xu did back then, and what the grassroots warriors of today have to do. As for me, I have already obtained the inheritance of the God of War, so there is no need to waste my efforts."
Finally, he lowered his eyes and stared at the third one.
The words of an old man holding a bamboo pole scolding his apprentice in the martial arts hall echoed in my ears.
“Yes, I rely too much on my mind and other people.
Whether it was Xu Junling who sent someone to challenge me, or Chai Keqiao who was looking for trouble, my first reaction was to use force to suppress them... because this was the least dangerous, and I instinctively avoided the risk, thinking that it would be foolish not to use the power I had. "
"But... this damages the core of martial arts..."
It suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Duan.
In the painting, at the foot of the green hills, the Great Yu Emperor, covered in blood, uttered these words while lying in the afterglow of the setting sun:
"If you can't win, you have to fight even more."
The sea of mind is unable to stop the turbulence, and it is in a trance.
"That's right! Zhenbao said a long time ago that if I want to go further on the path of cultivation, I can't stay in the safe capital forever, I must face the storms of the outside world...
It doesn't mean that I need to do everything myself. I can still use my power, connections, bodyguards, etc...
But there is a premise, that is, I can't rely too much on these!"
"Once you become addicted, you will gradually become timid and fearful, which will make it impossible for you to make any further progress!"
Zhao Duan woke up suddenly.
He realized that before, he had subconsciously wanted to hide his 'talent for practicing the Martial God Diagram' and even the 'Dragon Soul' in his body.
I want to be a little more "survival".
Afraid of being discovered by the empress.
Isn't this also a form of cowardice?
This is a reflection of his character. No matter in his past or present life, he has been in officialdom and is used to being cautious, observing people's words and expressions, and acting carefully... This helps him gain a foothold in Dayu.
But it also became his cage.
"I understand! This is the bottleneck that my mind cannot break through!"
At this moment, Zhao Duan suddenly had an epiphany and felt suddenly enlightened.
Now that the problem is found, how do you correct it?
Zhao Duan suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Eunuch Hai not long ago.
At that time, Eunuch Hai mentioned that "The Martial God Picture" influenced the practitioners in reality.
"That is to say... the solution lies in the Martial God Diagram! Yes, since this is the complete practice of the royal family, how could it not include a way to break through the state of mind?"
Zhao Duan's eyes suddenly lit up, and a blessing came to his mind.
He threw the brush in his hand, stepped forward, opened the study door, and shouted:
"Uncle Zhao!"
A few moments!
The old steward of the Zhao family who raised him personally rushed over:
"Da Lang, what do you want me to do?"
Zhao Duan excitedly grabbed the old steward's sleeve and said quickly:
"Uncle Zhao, take your people to the bookstores and book bureaus... In short, I need all the books and biographies on the market that record Emperor Taizu's travels around the world in the past! All of them! Buy them all!"
The old steward nodded blankly, agreed quickly, and immediately asked the servants to go out to purchase.
In his later years, Emperor Taizu personally recorded his life experiences, and a biography of him has been circulated.
In addition, he traveled around and met many people.
Similarly, he is also remembered by too many people in the world.
Many of the predecessors who had fought against Taizu of Dayu also left behind a few words, which are scattered in many biographies.
“The most effective way to become stronger is to imitate the strong. The true meaning of the Martial God Diagram is to let me imitate Old Xu up close.
It is not about learning his appearance, but learning his way of thinking, his attitude and thoughts on cultivation...
And collecting as much information as possible can fill in the missing parts of the Martial God Diagram and help me speed up the process."
Zhao Duan stood in front of the study door with his hands behind his back, no longer confused in his eyes.
This is the experience he summarized from studying and getting ashore in his previous life.
In this world, it is still possible.
……
Soon, volumes of biographies were delivered to the study by the servants of the Zhao mansion.
The old steward was extremely meticulous in his work and strictly followed Zhao Duan's orders. The books he bought piled up into a small mountain.
In most of these books, the passages recording Emperor Taizu may only consist of a few sentences.
Zhao Duan didn't mind at all and started flipping through it and chewing it.
In a trance, I seemed to have returned to my previous life, when I was frantically preparing for the exam at home.
In the next few days, Zhao Duan hardly left the house and declined all external work.
He did not look for Hai Gongfeng again, and he also stopped caring about the affairs of the government.
I spend the whole day in the study, reading, thinking, eating and sleeping.
Like crazy.
On the third day, Zhao Duan called the old steward again and asked him to prepare a large amount of writing materials.
Without any warning, he began to paint.
Zhao Duan had never studied painting professionally, nor did he plan to learn it. He just locked himself in the room, spread out the drawing paper, and began to paint with ink.
Soon, the finished drawing papers filled the ground, and there was nowhere to step, so he threw them out again.
"Mom, what happened to my eldest brother? He suddenly locked himself up, reading, painting, and sometimes he sat in the room with his hair disheveled, staring into the air without moving.
I brought him food before, but he didn't seem to recognize me... Could it be that he has become possessed by magic?"
In the courtyard, under the pavilion.
The young girl Zhao Pan came to her mother's side, worried.
From here, you can see the study room not far away, with the door closed.
A week has passed since Zhao Duan went into seclusion.
The atmosphere in the Zhao family also became somewhat heavy and depressing. Eugene Hua sat on a bench in the pavilion, with many scrolls of paintings sent to her spread out on the stone table in front of her.
The painting uses extremely crude and clumsy painting techniques to depict scenes of warriors fighting.
If the sea is enshrined here, you will recognize it at a glance:
Every picture here is a real fight that he had taken Zhao Duan to watch during these days.
All these accumulations finally emerged at this moment, pushing Zhao Duan gradually closer to that mysterious realm.
"Don't talk nonsense. How could Dalang be possessed by a demon?"
The stepmother spat, but the expression on her face was even more worried than her daughter:
"Didn't the old man from the palace come to our house to check on us before? He told us that it was okay and that we should not disturb Dalang."
She was referring to Eunuch Hai.
The old eunuch in dragon robe came to the house once during that period.
When he learned that Zhao Duan was obsessed with seclusion at home, he smiled with relief, did not disturb him, and walked away with a brisk pace.
Zhao Pan's eyes flashed:
"But the old man just looked at it from a distance and didn't even go into the house."
Eugene bit her lip, unable to make up her mind. After thinking for a while, she urged her daughter:
"Why don't you go to the imperial court and find that Ma Dugong and tell him what he says."
As a woman, Eugene Hua was not clear about Eunuch Hai's identity. She only knew that he was from the palace and did not quite believe it.
But he was very convinced of the senior leader of the government office where his stepson worked.
Zhao Pan nodded and hurried over.
The news she brought back was that Ma Yan listened carefully to her story, smiled and said:
"Don't bother, it's a good thing."
Therefore, the anxious mother and daughter had to suppress their worries and hope that Dalang would get better soon.
……
Time passes bit by bit.
During the time when Zhao Duan was in seclusion to cultivate his mind, the atmosphere in the capital could be described as "a fire boiling over."
The date of the battle between Buddhism and Taoism is approaching.
The city was also bustling with activity. Almost all the inns in the capital were full with outsiders who came to see this big event.
The imperial guards, led by Zhao Ya, were busy all the time, working around the clock to deal with conflicts that could break out in the city at any time.
As the popularity of the topic grew, the details of the battle between Buddhism and Taoism were gradually revealed.
People's attention is naturally focused on the candidates who will compete.
Because the rules require young disciples from the Divine Chapter Realm to compete, and there are two thresholds: realm and age, the candidates are not difficult to guess.
On the Tianshi Mansion side, the most popular candidate is the Golden Sword Priest.
As the senior brother, Gongshu Tianyuan is not incompetent, but he majored in the "God of Craftsmanship" path, and is not good at fighting rules.
As for the other disciples of old Heavenly Master Zhang Yanyi, they did not meet the age requirements and therefore did not come back to join in the fun.
On the Shenlong Temple side, the one who attracted much attention was a young monk with the Buddhist name "Tianhai".
……
Tianshi Mansion, the deepest part.
In a courtyard with a separate entrance and exit.
Gongshu Tianyuan, wearing a dirty priest robe, pried open the gate.
Before our eyes is a huge and mysterious banyan tree.
After the fall, the huge and lush crown of the banyan tree turns golden overnight, shining like fire.
But not a single leaf fell.
Under the big tree, the tall, narrow-faced old Taoist priest was still leaning in the rocking chair, holding the jade slip of the heavenly book in his hand, reading it for who knows how many times.
"Master," Gongshu Tianyuan stood still and saluted politely, "I can't find my junior sister."
Zhang Yanyi looked indifferent, as if he was not concerned about the battle that affected the honor and disgrace of the Tianshi Mansion. He smiled and said:
"What are you doing with her?"
Gongshu Tianyuan was worried:
"I have thought of another way to find out the situation at Shenlong Temple. As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
As a senior brother, I should have contributed, but unfortunately I am not good at fighting. In fighting battles throughout the ages, there have been restrictions on the number of magical instruments that participants can bring.
But I can’t bring all these precious things with me… so I can only give my junior sister more advice.”
He rambled on for a while before saying mysteriously:
"I heard from you that the young monk Tianhai is already able to enter the secular realm, but he is deliberately suppressing it. He is very vicious and is obviously waiting for us on purpose."
Zhang Yanyi said with great regret:
"I have taught you so many times. There is no such thing as fighting in the Tao. Only warriors like to fight. For those of us who seek the Tao, if we want to go far, we must not focus on others. Only caring about ourselves is the most powerful way to fight."
He raised his hand and drew two parallel lines, one long and one short, on the ground, which did not intersect, and said:
"Buddhism and Taoism are like these two lines. If you want to grow longer, you can surpass others by focusing on practice."
Gongshu Tianyuan said nothing, quietly stretched out his boots, shortened the long part, and muttered:
“I think this is more effective.”
“…Get out.”
Zhang Yanyi said unhappily.
"Oh." Gongshu Tianyuan ran away happily.
After the people left, the huge golden banyan tree crown swayed, revealing a vague human face.
An unreal voice echoed:
"Don't get angry with the young. When he is older, he will understand this truth."
"The husband does not fight, so the world cannot fight with him."
Zhang Yanyi suddenly read out a sentence he had memorized while chatting with Zhao Duan.
He sighed:
"Zhao is younger, but he can already say these words. Unfortunately, he has practiced for too short a time and chose to follow the martial arts path, which has delayed his talent."
The golden banyan tree rustled and laughed:
“When a warrior moves forward, he must not hide or evade, and must not fight with others.
This is exactly contrary to the Taoist principle of tranquility and non-competition. Do you think he is a competitive or non-competitive person?
Since Zhao Duan and Gongshu Tianyuan are together, it means that they have similar temperaments. "
Zhang Yan was silent for a moment and sighed:
"I understand that he may not be suitable for the path of a warlock, but... that's it."
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes.
The battle between Buddhism and Taoism will last for the next two days, and he has no time to think about anything else.
……
In the imperial palace, inside the empress's bedroom.
Xu Junling entered the palace again today to play with his imperial sister.
Xu Zhenguan took time out to play Go with her in the house to relieve boredom.
"Royal sister, what is the young monk Tianhai from the Shenlong Temple like? Although I have heard of him, I don't know much about him. I just feel that he is not very famous."
Xu Junling asked curiously:
"According to rumors, he was born with a vertical eye between his eyebrows. Because he frightened his parents, he was abandoned outside and was picked up and raised by a monk in the temple. Later, a monk from the Shenlong Temple who passed by noticed that he had a strong wisdom and took him back to the Shenlong Temple.
Abbot Xuanyin also attached great importance to this young man, calling the vertical eye between his eyebrows "kind eyes", and said that the young man was born with the ability to distinguish between good and evil in people's hearts.
It is said that this young man has a different personality from the other monks. He is quite perverse and does not like to sit in meditation. He walks outside all day, punishing evil and promoting good. He often uses force to punish evil people... He has killed many people and is not very popular in the Buddhist community."
opposite.
Xu Zhenguan, dressed in casual clothes, sat casually, but he had an imperial air, and his aura was in sharp contrast to that of the little princess.
The empress, with her long black hair and picturesque features, smiled.
Holding the chess piece in hand, his eyes drifted towards the Shenlong Temple:
"How do I know?"
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Laying the groundwork for a breakthrough in the next chapter
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(End of this chapter)