Wang Nishang was only sixteen years old and didn't practice martial arts before. Most of her energy was devoted to studying. She was not very interested in martial arts. Although she was influenced by her, what she came into contact with was some low-level things.

In the final analysis, I am not a person in that circle, so I naturally don’t understand the things in that circle.

Before Wang Yang decided to practice martial arts, he didn't know anything about the martial arts circle, because Wang Yang only knew that martial arts practiced to a certain extent was very effective.

But Wang Yang didn't know the specific details, the sixth and seventh senses.

At this time, Wang Nishang felt that he was listening to the story.

"The seventh sense, is there a small universe? Are you talking about Saint Seiya?" Wang Nishang said.

"We are talking about martial arts. The so-called seventh sense is a powerful spiritual realm. As for enlightening all spirits, have you seen it? The two fish in this pond are living examples."

Wang Qianjun explained patiently.

"What you are talking about is practicing martial arts, not cultivating immortals?"

Wang Nishang was a little confused.

Wang Nishang's understanding of martial arts has always been based on strength, speed, and a little bit of skills. Isn't martial arts a combination of strength and skills?

Although those martial arts saints are powerful, they act like the wind, blow cups into powder, and hold iron into mud, which is considered human-shaped, but in Wang Nishang's cognition, they still have birth, old age, sickness and death, and at most they live longer.

In addition, no matter how fast you run, can you be faster than the plane? No matter how powerful you are, you can turn into powder and hold iron into mud, you can't compare to the Dongfeng missile.

Times have changed long ago.

There are quite a few people who think like Wang Nishang!

No matter how high your martial arts are, you can't dodge bullets, and you can't stop missiles.

There are nearly 10 billion people around the world, how many martial arts saints are there, and how many missiles are there?!

But now, Wang Nishang discovered that the real martial arts seemed a little different from what she imagined.

Wang Qianjun took Wang Yang and Wang Nishang through the yard and took them to the study.

At this moment, in the study, Wang Chan was holding a brush and splashing ink on the paper.

"The west wind is strong, and the geese call the frosty morning moon in the sky. The frosty morning moon in the morning, the sound of horse hooves is broken, and the sound of trumpets is swallowed; the road is like iron in the pass, and now we take a step back to the beginning"

Wang Yang glanced at the desk and saw what Wang Chan wrote.

When he looked over, Wang Chan happened to write the word "yue".

Wang Chan's words describe a feeling of a sword and an iron horse, and a stunning heroic spirit of breaking through mountains and rivers.

Wang Yang did not expect that the gentle Zen master would have such a hard-blooded side.

This kind of spiritual essence cannot be written out of thin air imagination. You must have personal experience to write this extraordinary spirit!

Wang Yang thought about it and said that Mr. Chan is already 103 years old this year. Calculate the time, I am afraid that I have experienced that period of time myself, and only after experiencing that period of time can I develop such a "god" in my pen!

Seeing Wang Yang and his group coming, Wang Chan did not stop the pen in his hand, but finished the last sentence.

"From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea and the setting sun is like blood."

The last word of blood writes a bloody meaning, with a sharp edge like a knife.

After reading the words, Wang Yang felt a little excited. People with weak mental power would not feel anything when they read this word. Even if Wang Yang had not read it when Wang Chan was writing it, he would not have had too deep feelings.

But now, when Wang Chan was writing, he infused his spirit into the words. Wang Yang watched from the side because his spiritual power was relatively strong, which aroused spiritual resonance.

It was clearly written in black and white, but in a daze, Wang Yang seemed to see a bright red ray, like the sun in the sky and the passionate blood in his heart.

It was not until Wang Chan put down his pen and started talking that Wang Yang was finally awakened by the sound and came to his senses.

"When people get old, every New Year, I can't help but recall the glorious years."

"Wang Yang, you are practicing the martial arts of the Zixiao Sect Thunder Division. The foundation is very pure. If I teach you martial arts again, it will not be a good thing for you."

"But both are from the Wang family, I am also your elder. If a person like you appeared in Dahe Village, it would be too unreasonable if I didn't do anything. So, I'll tell you some stories. If you don't say anything else, I'll just pretend to be a lot of stories here."

Wang Chan pointed to his head and said with a smile.

...

"In the past, we thirteen brothers went to the battlefield together. I was the youngest, and only I survived in the end!"

Wang Chan sighed.

"War is not a good thing, but in the face of oppression, we have to fight and fight!"

"Invasion and oppression are an unjust war, and they are not desirable. Resisting aggression and oppression are an just war, and they have to be taken."

"There is a very good saying: peace can exist through struggle, peace can exist; peace can exist through compromise, peace can exist; humanity is the same as martial arts."

...

By the pond in the yard, there are four people and four chairs, and Wang Chan tells a story.

When Wang Chan tells stories, he does not only tell stories, but takes his own experience as the main line, combines the situation and environment at that time, integrates into the grievances of the three religions and the nine streams of martial arts, and also leads to many stories of martial arts masters from that era in the past.

During the storytelling process, Wang Chan also showed the unique spiritual traces of that era. It was a very wonderful feeling, as if he had entered history.

A character became extremely vivid in Wang Chan's mouth.

The mystery of the way of sincerity is not only in the past knowledge. This kind of time passes through and re-examines the old things is also an application of the way of sincerity.

Wang Yang himself has never experienced that era, but at this time, he feels like he is traveling through time and space.

Among the three people who listened to the story, Wang Yang's feelings were the deepest, but Wang Nishang and Wang Qianjun were not as deep as Wang Yang's feelings. Their spiritual power was too weak, so they could not receive much spiritual information from Wang Chan.

Wang Chan has always been talking about this process, and Wang Yang and Wang Qianjun occasionally echo a few words. If they are interested in someone who appears in Wang Chan's story, they will ask questions.

More than an hour later, Wang Nishang and Wang Qianjun felt a little unfulfilled, but Wang Yang felt a burst of exhaustion.

"Let's all talk about this today! People are old and don't take a nap every day, and I can't stand it. I'll go to rest. You young people will talk to yourself!"

Finally, Wang Chan waved his hand and stood up.

Wang Chan is not telling lies. If he just told a story, he is already 103 years old now, but with his martial arts, he would not be tired even if he talked about it for three days and three nights.
Chapter completed!