I'm the best catcher in martial arts

"Flowers will bloom and fall. When flowers bloom, you should know when flowers fall, because flowers are flowers. Since they have to bloom, they have to fall."

Chi Rimu said quietly: "Flowers bloom and fall, people gather and disperse, there is nothing we can do about it..."

This is Chi Rimu's truest thought.

In some aspects, Chi Rimu is quite similar to Li Yu and Zhao Ji. He is an artist, but his heart is relatively sensitive, and he is easily saddened by spring and autumn.

The difference is that although Ike Higurashi is chasing ducks, he will try his best to do what he should do.

Regardless of whether he is willing or not, whether these things come from his heart or not, he will try his best to do them. There are not so many willful actions in the world, most of which are out of control.

"Alas~~ People are in the world, just like flowers on branches. They bloom and fall, gather and disperse, often involuntarily. If you can't refuse, if you are destined to set foot in the world of mortals, you might as well smile more."

Chi Rimu showed a sincere smile: "This is how I enlighten myself. This is not an escape. Since I choose to accept it, I will never escape.

You ask me what my original intention is?

I can only tell you that I don’t know. This is not what I should think about at this age. I am not a monk who stands alone and has no desires but is strong. I am just a layman.

I would be angry, disappointed, depressed, and even have thoughts of giving up and running away from home. Occasionally, I would think of going the other way and being wanton and indulgent.

Just like the mud under the peonies, no matter how magnificent the flowers are, there is always a dark shadow.

The only thing I can do is to spread my greedy and tyrannical thoughts into the evening wind and never reveal them.

Anger dissipates in the breeze;

Disappointment dissolves in the bright moon;

Depression is dissolved in the fragrance of flowers;

Rebellion and wanton indulgence will be destroyed by the edge of the sword and the unconstrained sword moves.

As for giving up...

As long as I make a choice, no matter whether I really agree with it or not, I will never give up. Behind me is not a person, but a family. "

Chi Rimu spoke very lyrically and seriously.

Fang Xiezhen was very sure that Chi Rimu might not really want to become the head of the family, but the words he said and the magnanimity he showed definitely came from his true heart.

Only when you speak from the heart can you have such a sincere attitude and show your whole heart.

Fang Xie is both evil and true. He has the aloofness of a hermit, the daily necessities of the world, and the romantic eccentricity, weirdness, and strangeness of an artist.

Fang Xie is really poetic and romantic.

It's like a prodigal who wants to conquer the world with his sword, but in the end he is trapped in daily necessities.

This is also his own choice.

Chi Rimu's choice was for his family.

Fang Xie really chose for the sake of his family.

The artist's passion, romance, and poetry are not reasons for irresponsibility, but high-sounding and shameless excuses for his own selfishness.

Fang Xie suddenly realized that he and Chi Rimu were close friends, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

He only had one last question left.

This question determines whether he chooses to draw his sword.

"If I don't agree, if I still shut you out, Master Chi, what will you do?"

What Fang Xie really asked was not "Mr. Chi", but "Master Chi" who represents the Chi family in Lanting. This is a completely different concept, and the answer is naturally different.

Chi Rimu said seriously: "Logically speaking, I should destroy you. Your martial arts are very good, but you are not without weaknesses. I can find many of your weaknesses.

With the power of the Chi family, if I want to kill you, I may not have this chance. I am at least 70% sure.

But I won't do that.

If the recruitment fails, they will destroy the other party. Of course, they are very cautious, very domineering, and very majestic.

Then again, why should I be cautious? Why should I be so domineering? Why should I be so majestic?

I choose to leave good karma behind.

In martial arts competition, many friends are always better than many enemies, so why make enemies for nothing? "

Fang Xie said seriously: "If I join the Lantingchi family, you must not be too indulgent to me. Military orders cannot be enforced without authority, and ministers cannot obey orders. Since ancient times, those who achieve great things have paid attention to the combination of kindness and power. If you want to prosper a big family, you must not only have Benevolent and righteous, you must also have enough majesty.”

Chi Rimu thought for a while, with a serious expression: "You may be a little older than me, why not... why don't I call Fang Shaoxia my brother... I treat Brother Fang with all my heart and heart, which is no different from Jinlan's sworn friendship."

When Fang Xie heard this, he couldn't help but arouse a surge of friendship in his heart: "It's settled, outside we are the heads and worshipers of the family, and inside we are brothers. We must not let the outside world know about our sworn brotherhood. "

The two looked at each other, smiled and high-fived each other.

Chi Rimu answered Fang Xezhen's question, and Shen Lian also answered Feng Suzhen's question. The two have completely different personalities, but have similar feelings.

Chi Rimu's feelings come from his heart.

Shen Lian's feelings come from his experience in the martial arts world.

Shen Lian gently raised his hand, and petals danced in the air. These petals were already scattered in the mud. When Shen Lian's true energy dissipated, they would fall into mud and become dust, leaving only a moment of youthfulness. .

This is enough for the petals.

Although the moment is very short, in a certain magical moment, the fallen flower blooms its last fragrance, leaving a stunning trace in the world.

Another breeze blew by, and the fallen flowers suddenly turned into fly ash, scattering into the gradually darkening mountain scenery.

“Fame, fame and wealth are like baggage. The greater a person’s fame and desire, the heavier the baggage will be.

The scariest thing is that there is everything in the baggage

Reputation, wealth, status, friends, burden, rebellion, slander, provocation, plotting, killing...

People in the arena involuntarily.

Love and hatred are hard to resolve, and grievances are endless.

Our eyes should not be staring at the mud, but should be looking at the petals. Even if there is only a moment of beauty, we should show our style to the fullest, so that people will always remember the wealth and magnificence of peonies. "

Feng Suzhen rolled her eyes: "Big brother used to be very high-spirited, but now he looks like an old man? Could it be that he was deceived by the old monk from White Horse Temple?"

Shen Lian twitched the corner of his mouth.

White Horse Temple was built in the Eastern Han Dynasty. It is the oldest government-run temple in China and has a long heritage.

How long?

Dini, the first ancestor of Cihang Jingzhai, studied Buddhism at Baima Temple after breaking up with the Evil Emperor of the Demon Sect.

From the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present, the inheritance of White Horse Temple has never been cut off. Almost all Buddhist sects in the Central Plains can find their relevant origins in White Horse Temple.

Having survived so many troubled times, White Horse Temple's Buddhist and martial arts heritage are at the pinnacle of the world, and they are especially proficient in the mysterious art of Purdue Refining.

Feng Suzhen's thoughts were sharper and could sense the inscrutability of the old monk, while Shen Lian had a sense of crisis from his heart, but this sense disappeared silently the moment it was born.

The more this is the case, the greater the crisis sensitivity.

The heavier the feeling, the more it will be eliminated by a special, soft, long and warm force.

The two sides faced off for half an hour.

The fierce light of the white tiger flashed in Shen Lian's eyes, Tantai Jingming transformed into Beiming Tianchi, Zuo Shi took out the purple jade pipa, melodious music sounded around Feng Suzhen, the old monks chanted Amitabha, and then both sides stopped.

It wasn't that Shen Lian wanted to provoke, but the warrior's natural reaction. The old monk originally wanted to use Buddhism to eliminate Shen Lian's fighting spirit, but he didn't expect it to be self-defeating.

Shen Lian subconsciously took this as a challenge and responded with Qi on the spot, hoping to overwhelm the old monk.

Don't be wronged, don't complain, don't vent your heartache, won't give in, don't bow your head, never admit defeat.

Shen Lian did not suffer any loss, nor did the old monk.

Before Shen Lian left, he donated a large sum of money for sesame oil.

When Tantai Jingming heard Feng Suzhen's words, he said with some expectation: "Husband, you don't want to become a monk, do you? And then become a crouching arhat?"

Shen Lian: ┓(`)┏

Tantai Jingming became more and more excited as he talked: "I remember my husband told a story about the Fuhu Arhat who reincarnated and practiced cultivation, turned into a monkey, and fell in love with the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons..."

Feng Suzhen: Brother, this is really true. Cao Pi’s father-in-law knitted straw sandals in circles—Zhen Ji’s father knew how to knit them!

Zuo Shi: This story cannot be spread, otherwise Mr. Hou is afraid that he will be besieged by the old monk when he goes out. What should be used as hush money for Miss Feng?

Shen Lian: I’m such a mean-mouthed person!

…

Duan Fei's life has been full of twists and turns recently.

First, he was taught the Dharma by an expert. Just when he thought he would achieve something, he was ambushed and was about to be killed. He was rescued by an expert. He wanted to go back to find his master, but he was unreasonable. .

The person who rescued Duan Fei was none other than the famous Ancient Sword Spirit. He was besieged and plotted back then and had been living in the world for more than ten years. He didn't want to be here.

Gu Jianhun was never a reasonable person.

He is unreasonable when he is mentally conscious.

Nowadays, I am deeply wounded and in a daze, and it is even more impossible to be reasonable and do whatever I want.

reason?

What is truth?

If he was a reasonable person, how could he be like this? The ancient sword spirit's martial arts talent can be said to be extremely good, but other aspects are really not that good.

Acting arrogantly, acting domineeringly, unscrupulously, without considering the consequences, without thinking of the way out, even if you want to do a few good deeds, you still do them all in a hurry.

How does the Ancient Sword Spirit do good deeds?

As long as he feels that something is right and a good deed, he will do it regardless of whether the other party accepts it or not, and no matter what the other party has in mind.

It's obviously a favor, but it seems like he's enmity.

If someone told him that there is also a method to doing good things, you have to be patient, you can't...

Before he could finish his words, he was blasted away by a palm.

It’s so damn troublesome!

I will stop doing good deeds!

The Ancient Sword Soul was besieged by masters and plotted against him with sinister tricks. A large part of the reason was that the evil consequences he had caused back then were caused by himself.

Duan Fei feels helpless now.

The ancient sword spirit was completely unreasonable, but it had superb martial arts, coupled with its crazy and lonely wandering posture, which made Duan Fei feel helpless.

"You think I'm pitiful?"

"Old man, I think you are lonely."

"Then you accept me as your adoptive father. Since your son has no parents, from today on, I am your father. What gift should you give your son? Let me think about it..."

"This, old man..."

"Um?"

"Father, foster father, I don't need any gifts for the time being. I just want to go back to find my master. I lost my parents when I was young. It was my master who raised me..."

"You should indeed repay him, but there is nothing to repay him now. I will repay him in the future. Now, let me think about you first, my good son, my good son. You haven't married a wife yet, have you? I'll get you a wife for my father!"

Gu Jianhun thought of a good idea and went crazy to find his "daughter-in-law". Duan Fei looked helpless.

Fortunately, Duan Fei has been very patient since he was a child. He regards the Ancient Sword Soul as a hardship during practice, and uses the patience he has developed since childhood to wear it away bit by bit.

After three or four days of hard work, Gu Jianhun finally showed some signs of waking up and was able to communicate a little.

Duan Fei had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to practice the unique skills taught by the old beggar, when the ancient sword spirit became furious: "What do you mean? Do you look down on me?"

Duan Fei: (⊙﹏⊙)

I'm just practicing my inner strength for a while, why do I look down on you? What is the logic of this?

The ancient sword spirit shouted angrily: "You are my son. If you don't learn my martial arts, but learn other people's unique skills, don't you look down on me? Let you see it!"

The ancient sword soul formed a seal with its hands, its fierce face gradually became peaceful, its treasure appearance was solemn, golden Buddha light enveloped dozens of feet, and the sky was filled with swastika Buddha seals.

Duan Fei's foundation is not strong enough to see the depth and mystery of this move, but he can feel the heaven-destroying power contained in this palm. He intends to dodge, but finds that he is surrounded by an extremely dense invisible air network. As long as he moves a little , the Qi machine pulls, and the majestic palm force will hit the top of his head, blasting himself into dust.

Thousands of Buddha seals gathered quickly, condensing into a giant Buddha more than three feet high. Sanskrit chants were sung, and the palms of the hands were smashed down, turning dozens of feet in radius into ruins.

The ancient sword spirit stood majestically among the ruins, as if it had regained the majestic power of the Fire Cloud Evil God: "Are my martial arts powerful? Whose martial arts are you learning from?"

Duan Fei stammered: "Father, since ancient times, methods should not be taught lightly. With such a powerful palm technique, I..."

"Bah! Bah, bah, bah! You bastard!" Gu Jianhun yelled, "It is only natural that I pass on my martial arts to my son. How can it be called a light pass? Are you not my son? Have you been lying to me?"

"I didn't lie to you, I..."

"Then practice. If you don't practice, you're lying to me!"

"My qualifications are very poor. Master said that I will never achieve success in my life and I will not be able to practice advanced martial arts."

"I said you can do it, then you can do it. If your master has any objections, let him come to me. If he can beat me, I will agree with what he said."

Duan Feixin said, how could I, with my third-level qualifications, be able to master such an unparalleled palm technique?

Although he felt a little depressed in his heart, looking at the fierce face of the ancient sword soul, he had no choice but to practice hard on his palm skills.

"My dear son, watch carefully. This palm technique comes with internal strength and mental skills. You should practice internal strength first.

This is called the Tathagata Supreme Strength. As long as you can cultivate the Tathagata Supreme Strength, you can learn anything with twice the result with half the effort. Your body is as strong as an ox and you will definitely learn quickly. "

Duan Fei had some expectations in his heart: "Father, can this child really master such advanced palm techniques?"

"If I say yes, then yes!" (End of Chapter)