In June 187, Guanyue Calendar, I asked the peak and the "Main Garden".

"Woo! Woo! Woo..."

The big stick dances like flying, plucks, picks, pokes, and turns, and does its best to change. In the courtyard, Jing Hua advances and retreats like flying, and is skillful in stick techniques, which is completely different from ten years ago.

"Swish!"

After the "Eight Bagua Styles" practice, Jing Hua held the stick and stood up, calm and relaxed.

"Okay... I finally got a little bit of the fur, and I put some effort into it every day. But I used too many traces of axe to chisel, and a few twists were useless and useless."

"Please give me advice."

Jing Hua did not dare to neglect and hurriedly bowed to ask for advice.

After nearly ten years of joining the sect, he became more grateful to Lehe's original arrangements. After leaving the "Huanhuayuan", Jing Hua listened to the lecture in the "Wendaoyuan" for four years as the master ordered. After three "the same year", he selected the attendant in the "Wuji Zhenren".

The "Yi Shenzong" rules are strange. There are many disciples of the master of the sect, ranging from dozens of people to hundreds of people. They can't take care of each professor one by one. Therefore, the "master" often first makes a high-level view, sets the direction, and then is supervised and guided by the younger disciples.

Jinghua is completely different.

"Wuji Zhenren" is in charge of "Inquiring the Daoyuan". Over the years, he has studied ancient classics and rarely taught disciples. It is said that his youngest disciple has become a perfect elixir and is preparing to attack the transformation of gods. In this way, the "Master" is almost alone to teach him. Although the disciple's advancement depends on his own insights, a few words of advice can help the monks avoid many detours.

Jing Hua understood that the "master" was in charge of sect affairs and had a rare time, so he paid great attention to the "size" he asked for advice. Over the past few years, he had met Ping Wuji six times, and each time he allowed the other party to see his own progress.

"Wuji Zhenren" lived for hundreds of years, was knowledgeable and had a sharp look. He could see clearly the scrupulous and gratified in his heart.

The ability of monks is far beyond that of the people. They are likely to be like gods when they live and walk in towns on weekdays. Over time, their mentality will inevitably be unbalanced, and the casual cultivators are particularly serious.

Unruly, lofty, moody, etc. are "common problems" among many monks. The sect inheritance from generation to generation not only requires outstanding combat power from disciples, but also requires them to understand the worldly affairs and be able to handle affairs flexibly and flexibly.

The young man Jing's "fetal hair has not yet subsided", but he showed a different age than his age. In addition to surprise, he also had some more expectations. Ping Zhenren has high cultivation and broad vision, and is firmly at the forefront of the "Yishen Sect". When his juniors ask for advice, he just needs to say a few more words to immediately dispel the fog and reach the essence.

"Hua'er, have you ever thought about it? In terms of being extremely sharp, a stick is worse than a knife, gun, sword and halberd; in terms of being powerful and domineering, a stick is worse than a hammer, axe, a spear and bore. Why is it ranked among all soldiers, not eliminated, and even become the 'leader of all soldiers'?"

"ah......"

Jing Hua was speechless when asked. He had never thought about this question regardless of his past and present life, but when asked by "Master" he could only bite the bullet and tell the truth.

"This... is probably because of the lack of vessels in ancient times. In order to resist foreign races, the people grabbed and pulled out branches and waved them randomly. Because they used branches at the beginning, they were called the "head of all soldiers"..."

"Hahaha......"

Ping Wuji laughed loudly, put down the scriptures and stood up.

"...Well, what you said is not without reason. But the human race has passed down from generation to generation. Now there is no shortage of swords, but the sticks have always been there for a long time and have not left the list of weapons. This is not something that can be explained by 'wielding randomly'..."

"Yes, please give me advice."

"Hua'er, in ancient times, there were only two situations when holding a stick to the enemy. First, when facing a temporary response to threats, he grabbed the simplest artifact to protect himself. At this time, the stick was weak, without sharpness, no power, and was only slightly stronger than a bare-handed and empty punch. Based on this, the stick was the last of all soldiers..."

"...... Second, the warrior tried all kinds of weapons and finally chose a big stick. Because it had no strengths or weaknesses, it had both flexibility and power. At this time, the stick holder had a profound cultivation level, and the sticks and swords were the same as him. When facing each other, they were either sharp or powerful, and the wonderful use lies in one mind. When the mind moved slightly, it could turn heavy into light and slow into strangeness. Based on this inference, the stick was the leader of all soldiers..."

Jing Hua thought something and turned around and asked, "Master, are you saying that the weakest means the strongest?"

Ping Zhenren nodded and said, "It can be understood this way. Sticks are balanced tools. The strong use them to dominate the world, while the weak cannot protect themselves. Therefore, when practicing stick techniques, you should concentrate on your own and reflect on yourself, instead of blindly copying classics and tricks. Whether it is sword techniques, sword techniques, or stick techniques, who does not have secret books inheritance? Those who can inherit the past and lead the future and gather the best will fail in the end. This is the difference..."

Jing Hua closed his eyes and thought hard about the guidance of Master. "Wuji Zhenren" knew the difficulty of enlightenment, so he only read the classics in the first chapter and no longer interfered with them. After a long time, Jing Hua opened his eyes and asked slowly: "Master, and so on, the skills we practiced are also passed down by our predecessors, so they..."

"oh?"

Ping Wuji was quite surprised and put down his classics and paid attention to the "Patriarch".

"Okay...good...it's good for the child. You think a little bit good. The skills and stick techniques are similar, and they are no different from each other..."

He stretched out his left hand and bounced his index finger. The "swoosh" sounds continued, and fireballs, wind blades, water arrows, etc. followed one after another, knocking down a pine cone in the garden.

The pine cone was shot down by a fireball and fell from high altitude. Before it could accelerate, it was cut by the wind blade and suddenly threw it up. When it fell again, it was hit by a water arrow and flew into the sky again. This repeated, Jing Hua even saw the lightning, the golden sword and the ice.

"Hua'er, there is a dispute over the 'Dao Foundation'. No matter how you analyze it, 'Dao' means a certain rule but no one questioned it. Whether the rules are right, reversed, god-created, or self-generated, it is clearly placed there. We have spent our whole life and it is difficult to see if it is. The so-called martial arts are just a summary of the hard work of the predecessors. The younger generation of monks often ignore the rules themselves after exhausting their efforts to pursue top-level martial arts..."

"......All the advanced mental methods in the world are the understanding of the "Tao" by the predecessors. To put it clearly, it is the "Big Way" of the predecessors. The younger monks copy and practice it is just following the old path of others. Although they can bypass the level at the beginning and make rapid progress, it is the "old path" of others. If they do not have their own insights, the higher they reach the higher level, the narrower the road..."

".........The cultivation of many Nascent Souls and God-Transforming Cultivators has stagnated and has been in a difficult situation. In the early years, they thought that the rules and regulations were golden rules, and they did not add to their own understanding. When they practiced more and more, it would be difficult to turn back at that time..."

"...Hua'er, it's not that the martial arts are not important. The experience of the predecessors is extremely precious. Any words are their understanding and insights of the rules, which brings blessings to many younger generations. In addition to studying, we need to constantly explore, discover, and find a path that suits us..."

Jing Hua frowned and asked, "Master, do you mean...independent and seek truth from facts?"

Ping Wuji was stunned for a moment. Tu Sun's "summary" was very novel, but at first glance, it seemed that's the case.

"......Not bad... Hua'er, you are quick-minded, and you're talking... Haha... The monk will only understand the understanding of "Tao". Now that you have an understanding in advance, it is hard to say that it is a blessing or a disaster. You should not copy it by yourself or do whatever you want. How to grasp the right position is the key. Remember, remember..."

Jing Hua was convinced and bowed to the teachings.

"Thank you for your advice...Rice balls, come and pay homage to Master!"

"Ao..."

The white wolf agreed and jumped closer. It shook its tail with a smile and said with a smile: "Master, you are so happy..."
Chapter completed!