"Third brother, this Ying Wudao is so strong!"

After leaving the flying boat, Mu Qingyun summoned the flying sword. The shape of the flying sword changed and it was several feet wide. The two people sat on it, and Mu Qingyun said solemnly.

Long Chen nodded and said: "This person has been hiding in the demon clan's lair for countless years. Once he gets out of trouble, he will return to the sea like a dragon.

Although I didn't take action, I felt a great threat from him. This situation is very rare among strong men of the same generation.

If there is a conflict, this person will definitely be a formidable enemy."

There were times when Long Chen was mistaken. Ying Wudao back then was completely different from Ying Wudao now.

The reason why Long Chen commented so much on Ying Wudao was not only because of his strong strength, but also because of his character and forbearance.

Struggling to survive in an environment of evil spirits like the demon lair, this person's wisdom is incomparable to that of ordinary people.

Long Chen doesn't look down on brainless guys like Long Yan and Long Biluo at all, but Ying Wudao is different. This person is truly wise and brave.

"However, this Ying Wudao doesn't look like a bad guy." Mu Qingyun said tentatively.

"The so-called good guys and bad guys are just different positions and different labels.

As a demon from outside the territory, he naturally has to speak from his own standpoint. In the future, when the two tribes confront each other, it will not be his choice, and of course, it will not be my choice either." Long Chen sighed.

Mu Qingyun hesitated for a moment and said: "Third brother, please don't be angry if I tell you. In fact, I think the method proposed by Ying Wudao is not unacceptable.

In the future, you and Ying Wudao will both stand on the top of Jiutian. You are the leader of Jiutian World, and he is the leader of the strong people outside the territory. When the time comes, everyone will stop fighting, and won't Jiutian World be able to usher in peace?

Third brother, did I say something wrong?" Suddenly, he noticed that Long Chen's face became a little gloomy, and Mu Qingyun hurriedly stopped.

Long Chen did not speak, but looked into the distance, and after a long time he said:

"Do you know why there is such a big gap between you and Yue Zifeng, both of whom are sword cultivators?"

"Perhaps Qingyun's qualifications are dull!" Mu Qingyun knew that he must have said the wrong thing, and now Long Chen was very angry.

However, Long Chen was suppressing his anger and did not burst out. If it were someone else, Long Chen might have cursed him long ago.

"You are wrong. Yue Zifeng has no talent for cultivation at all. He does not believe in talent. He does not even believe in himself. He only believes in the sword in his hand.

Everything he had was given to him by the sword in his hand, so everything he had was given to the sword in his hand without reservation.

He didn't believe what he saw, he didn't believe what he heard, he didn't believe what he tasted.

Because the five colors make one blind, the five tones make one deaf, the five tastes make one's mouth refreshed, the pursuit of hunting makes one's heart go crazy, and the rare goods make one's travels difficult.

People have desires, and as long as they have desires throughout their lives, they will be blind, deaf, have a smooth mouth, and have a dark heart. There is no distinction between right and wrong, good and evil, and they will fall into chaos and be unable to extricate themselves.

But the sword has no desire, its nature is constant, so it always has desire to observe its wonders; it always has no desire to observe its pleasure.

Zifeng stands between desire and non-desire, a two-way comparison, so he can see things that many people cannot see, which has made him as tall as he is now."

Long Chen's words were as thought-provoking as Huang Zhong Dalu's words, which made Mu Qingyun's heart sway. Long Chen was tantamount to telling her the secret of Yue Zifeng's cultivation.

"Yue Zifeng can only reach the point between desire and non-desire by concentrating his emotions on the sword. How can I and Ying Wudao do it?

According to what he said, one day in the future, he and I will both stand on the top of the Nine Heavens. Will the world really be peaceful?

There are no two days in the sky, and the people have no two masters. How can we allow others to sleep soundly beside the couch?

By then, he and I will both be swords hanging over each other's heads. Who can sleep peacefully?

Even if we can restrain each other, how long can we restrain each other? For a hundred years? A thousand years? Ten thousand years?

The personality of who I am now is not different from who I was ten years ago. Who can guarantee that the person we were then will still be the person we are now?

Ying Wudao's starting point is good. He hopes that the top leaders of the two major forces will not take action and let the people below fight, restrict and consume each other, and treat all living beings as pawns.

Transfer the pain to all living beings, so that we can be free, but this kind of freedom, Qingyun, can you do it?"

Later, Long Chen's voice became more and more severe, and Mu Qingyun lowered his head in shame, not daring to say a word.

Only then did she realize how naive and stupid her thoughts were, and how fragile her Taoist heart was. Ying Wudao's words instantly shook her.

“Using sentient beings as pawns, we practice hard and go through endless hardships. Do we end up living a life we ​​hate?

If we make peace with the demons outside the territory, then what do those ancestors who fought for freedom and shed their lives and blood mean to us?

What do those brothers who followed me in the battle and fell in the middle of the battle, what do they matter?" When Long Chen said this, he couldn't go on. If he continued, he would lose control.

"I'm sorry, third brother, it's Qingyun who is too stupid, don't be angry!" Mu Qingyun saw that Long Chen's face was ashen and he was a little scared, so he quickly admitted his mistake.

Long Chen looked into the distance and took a deep breath. If Mu Qingyun's words were heard by Yue Zifeng, this girl would definitely be mad.

Yue Zifeng taught Mu Qingyun a lot of things. Although he did not have the name of master and apprentice, he was actually a master and apprentice. As a sword cultivator, his Taoist heart should be as strong as a rock and as sharp as a sword edge. How could he be easily shaken by other people's words?

Woolen cloth?

Seeing Mu Qingyun pitiful and looking like he was about to cry, Long Chen was too embarrassed to continue cursing.

"Your strength is already very strong, but your swordsmanship is too weak.

Don’t blindly pursue strength. Remember, look for everything from the outside, and it will be like a day every ten years. Look within for everything, and every day will be like a new life.

As for us cultivators, we have been wandering between inside and outside, switching between desire and non-desire. You are a sword cultivator and you must learn to practice swordsmanship." Long Chen said.

Mu Qingyun nodded quickly, and then she realized that the gap between her and Long Chen Yue Zifeng was not just in strength.

"Your perception is keen and you can sense Ying Wudao's kindness from the heart. You believe that he is a good person, so you are easily infected.

But you have to remember one thing, who says good people will never do wrong things, but when a good person does something wrong, the disaster caused is often devastating.

Also, the reason why I'm so angry is because you only heard what he meant on the surface, but didn't see what he wanted to express behind the scenes." Long Chen looked at Mu Qingyun and let out a long sigh.

"What do you want to express behind the scenes?" Mu Qingyun was stunned. She didn't understand what Long Chen meant at all.

"Rumble..."
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