Heavenly Martial Arts - 207. Chapter 206

Qin Mengyao lived in Wudang Mountain. He Heng, the world’s number one martial arts master, made rapid progress. Within five years, at the age of seventeen, she was already a master of swordsmanship, which was never before Cihang Jingzhai. The state of death reached by human beings is only a thin line away.

On this day, He Heng began to explain the “death barrier” to her.

“The Cihang swordsmanship came from the hands of Dini. She was born in the Taoist school and was released later. Although the Cihang swordsmanship is a Brahman martial arts, the foundation is still in my Taoist school. There is no shortage of geniuses in the past, but there are very few people who can cultivate into a clear sword heart, and there are no people sitting in the dead. The fundamental reason is that you have sufficient cultivation of the Brahma, but the realm of Taoism is poor. Too much.” He Heng looked at Qin Mengyao, who was already slender in front of him, and patiently explained: “So how many years have I allowed you to read more Taoism, this is the basis for you to gain a glimpse of the heavens and humans with the Sword of Mercy.”

“For the pains of a real person, Mengyao is here to thank you!” Qin Mengyao bowed slightly, with a thankful expression on her beautiful face.

He Heng nodded: “The program of the Cihang Sword Classic is the five characters of’Qizhulingshenxin’. It is still in the same heart. The supreme mind seeks the boundless way of heaven. Only if the mind is firm enough can it be done. Controlling the vitality and blood of physical strength, successfully breaking through the death barrier. The so-called “Sword Heart Brightness” is prepared for this. Only the strongest Dao Heart can enter the heavens between life and death.”

Qin Mengyao nodded: “Mengyao understands that the cultivator can only seek the way of heaven by breaking through the infinite barrier with a firm and fearless mind.”

He Heng said again: “Sword-hearted clarity is just a basis for entering the death barrier. It is not enough if you want to truly step through this barrier. The so-called sword-hearted clarity is to understand your own heart, your own sword, your own way, and nothing. The soul and the unparalleled faith break the barrier of life and death, but some things are easy to know, but difficult to do. Mengyao, you understand your own Taoism, but you can really cut it, let go of everything and sit there?”

He Heng stared at Qin Mengyao with profound eyes, and his tone suddenly became severe. A trace of struggle flashed in the latter’s eyes, and he was very hesitant.

He Heng sighed deeply: “The red dust is like a dream, which makes people fascinated by the five aggregates. It is the number one demon of Taoism. Although Mengyao, you are born with heavy Taoism and full of spirituality, but you can’t cut down many causes and effects. You can’t break all kinds of emotions. This state, Sitting there rashly, there is no life at all.”

Qin Mengyao looked up at He Heng, and asked, “A real person, if you want to become a god, do you really want to abandon all appearances and be ruthless and undesirable like you? Didn’t you say that you can be the best in the way of love!”

“Ruthlessness is not necessarily the only way, but it is the best. People who are sentient in the world must have weaknesses, and those who have weaknesses are difficult to reach the end on the long road. Only ruthlessness is the strongest and most It is possible to survive.” He Heng’s tone suddenly became cold, and a pair of deep eyes stared at the peerless beauty in front of him: “For others, extreme affection may be feasible, but you who cultivate the sword of compassion cannot. The Hang Sword Classic takes’quietness, defense, emptiness, and nothingness’ as its main meaning, and naturally has its reason. Only when all emotions and constraints are discarded, and when things are forgotten, can they perfectly control their own blood and blood. Pass the death barrier, otherwise you will surely die.”

Qin Mengyao was silent. After a while, she said with infinite perseverance in her bright eyes: “Perhaps what you said is correct, but this is not what Mengyao wants. I can’t do it! In that case, then Mengyao might as well follow her own heart, even if she died, she would never regret it.”

He Heng looked at her and suddenly said: “The idea is stupid, but I am happy for you. I am happy that you have your own opinion, and you did not blindly obey my words and walked your own way. This is necessary for the cultivator of heaven. Quality. Other people’s laws can be learned, but they can’t be completely obeyed, no matter who he is! Mengyao, you can leave Wudang Mountain. There is nothing to teach you about the poor roads. You have to walk your own way, no matter how difficult it is in the future , Remember what you said to Poor Dao today, and never regret it.”

Qin Mengyao suddenly bowed to He Heng: “Mengyao follows the teachings of real people and will never forget.”

He Heng nodded silently, and then said: “Meng Yao, if there is nothing wrong with you, you can go down the mountain.”

Qin Mengyao’s expression was startled, and he quickly said, “The real person, are you in such a hurry to drive me away? Did Mengyao just guilty of you…”

He Heng shook his hand and looked into the distance: “I asked you to go down the mountain to see your master in Jingzhai. Her deadline is approaching and we need you to accompany her to the end of her life.”

“What, the master is dead? She is less than forty this year, how could it be…” Qin Mengyao couldn’t believe it, staring at He Heng with bright eyes, hoping that he could give a negative answer.

“What she cultivates is to use tactics. This skill is extremely harmful to the body. The higher the level, the shorter the lifespan, not to mention that she is too genius…”

He Heng’s words gave Qin Mengyao a ruthless blow. She collapsed in a bit of sorrow, but suddenly asked with hope: “Could it be that you can’t save the master if you are a real person?”

He Heng shook his head: “This path was her choice. How could someone else save her? What’s more, death is not necessarily a terrible thing. Life is like a dream, and it may be true after death.”

Qin Mengyao had a little bit of distress in her eyes, did not say anything, looked at He Heng before leaving, hesitated and said, “Master, perhaps the most wanted to see before she died was not Mengyao, but…”

“You go now!” He Heng waved his hand gently, interrupting her words.

Qin Mengyao sighed, packed his bags, and hurried down the mountain to return to Cihang Jingzhai.

He Hengduan sat on the Zixiao Palace and smiled coldly.

At this moment, there was no trace of firework on him, as if a god on the temple, looking at the world indifferently.

There is a kind of person who is originally ruthless.

At this time, Lu Qiuyun, who had already had white hair on his temples, walked in eagerly and said sadly: “Master, Junior Brother Liu, he just sat down in Nanyan.”

He Heng’s gaze did not change, he just said lightly: “Let me take him for the last ride.”

Lu Qiuyun nodded, followed He Heng’s pace and walked out of the hall and came to Wudang Nanyan.

Liu Guquan, one of the Four Immortals of Wudang Taihe, and Lu Qiuyun and the others side by side, sits peacefully on the Nanyan at this moment, eyes facing the foot of Wudang Mountain, unwilling to close.

The vitality in his body has been cut off.

He Heng looked at him and said nothing.

Yang Shancheng, who has the best relationship with Liu Guquan, said to him: “Senior Brother Liu has already counted the time to sit down a few days ago, but he won’t let us tell Master you.”

He Heng looked at him, looked up at the sky, and said with no joy or sadness in his eyes: “Cremate him, don’t use any coffins. We come from heaven and earth, and we will come back to heaven and earth again, and go away with the wind.”

“Yes!” Lu Qiuyun and the others lighted a little, making people find a torch, and a raging fire ignited above Nanyan. Liu Guquan’s body slowly turned into ashes in it, under a sudden gust of wind. , Gradually drifting away.

He Heng looked at the ashes that were all over the sky, and sighed faintly: “Time is like water, and the dead are like husbands, day and night!”

It is precisely because of this that so many people are determined to demand longevity and eternity, even if most of them are destroyed, countless people continue to succeed.

“Qiuyun, I suddenly wanted to go down the mountain, Wu will be in your hands from now on!”

Without giving Lu Qiuyun and the others a chance to object, He Heng’s figure instantly disappeared here without a trace.