Chapter 1030: Chapter 1027: On Martial Arts and the Dao
Zhao Qiankun chuckled, "At this point, playing dumb is pointless."
Qin Hao fell silent, his expression becoming extrely calm, completely different from his previous unruly deanor.
"You’ve figured it out?"
"What else?" Zhao Qiankun revealed a sowhat smug smile, "You deliberately provoked
just to stimulate . In a confrontation, mindset is a very important aspect."
Upon hearing this, the elders were taken aback.
So, he did it on purpose just now?
Was it for the upcoming battle?
This guy is terrifying!
Thinking of this, the two impulsive elders exchanged glances, feeling a chill of fear.
Fortunately, they hadn’t made a mistake.
Qin Hao said helplessly, "I dislike dealing with smart people, especially ones like you."
Zhao Qiankun wore a smile, looking quite pleased.
At this mont, the dishes Qin Hao ordered began arriving one by one.
Zhao Qiankun assud Qin Hao was just joking.
Unexpectedly, he grabbed a pig’s trotter and started eating.
Once again, the elders were bewildered, and even Zhao Qiankun was puzzled, "Why are you eating?"
"Why not eat?" Qin Hao replied, his mouth covered in grease, "Such delicious dishes, wouldn’t it be a waste not to enjoy them?"
"But we’ll be facing off soon!" Zhao Qiankun couldn’t help but ask.
It’s common sense.
Before exercising, one should not eat.
Yet Qin Hao, knowing there would be a confrontation, continued eating. Wasn’t he throwing himself into the fire?
"Oh, it’s a minor issue, eating a bit won’t affect much." Qin Hao casually tossed the pig’s trotter aside and grabbed a chicken leg.
Is he disrespecting ?
Even though he knew Qin Hao was baiting him, Zhao Qiankun couldn’t help but feel a bit angry.
His life was legendary, envied and admired in Beijing.
But in Qin Hao’s mouth, it seed worthless?
What’s going on!
Qin Hao had almost finished eating the chicken leg.
Zhao Qiankun couldn’t hold back and asked, "What do you think is the right path in martial arts?"
"Just keep walking," Qin Hao replied casually.
Zhao Qiankun shook his head, attempting to engage in philosophical dialogue, but the other party remained tight-lipped.
He even began to question whether Qin Hao’s legendary feats had been exaggerated.
"Do you think that on the martial arts path, one should forge ahead courageously, overcoming obstacles, or should they hide their talents, remaining tranquil and inactive?"
Zhao Qiankun persisted in asking.
Qin Hao finished the chicken leg, speaking vaguely, "Of course, both are necessary."
"Why do you say that?" Zhao Qiankun’s eyes lit up, thinking Qin Hao was starting to make sense.
Qin Hao spoke calmly, "The road of martial arts is endless, and its levels can be divided into three stages. The first stage is the initial phase, where one is eager to challenge all powerful opponents."
Zhao Qiankun’s eyes brightened, "That’s reasonable."
Qin Hao smiled faintly, "Currently, most martial artists are at this stage."
"For example?" Zhao Qiankun engaged.
"For example, the younger generation in Beijing," Qin Hao raised a finger, "such as Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wufa, and my disciple Qian Jinhua. Although their skills seem advanced, they haven’t completed the transformation in character, making it difficult to progress further on the martial path."
Zhao Qiankun completely agreed with Qin Hao’s words.
Because he had experienced it himself.
When he heard his two great-grandsons ntioned in passing,
his heart ached, unable to control the anger.
Since Qin Hao had entered, he tried to avoid thinking about these things.
To prevent getting caught up in emotions, which would be detrintal to a showdown.
He had tried very hard.
But it seed like he had fallen into the trap.
Qin Hao appeared oblivious to Zhao Qiankun’s thoughts, continuing, "The second stage is what you ntioned: hiding one’s talents and remaining tranquil and inactive. Those who reach this stage are legendary martial artists who no longer need to challenge others for fa. Their existence itself is fa."
"After nurous battles and trials, their hearts beco stable, no longer pursuing aningless victories, but instead, the essence of martial arts."
These words resonated deeply with the elders.
Among them, most were legends, past the age of being combative.
Currently in the ancestral temple with the Supre Elder, seeking to understand the truths of martial arts.
Zhao Qiankun’s mood improved slightly.
He grudgingly suppressed his anger, setting aside the deaths of his two great-grandsons.
He initially thought Qin Hao would talk about the third stage, but instead, he said, "The representative of the second stage is Zhao Heisha."
Upon hearing the na Zhao Heisha, Zhao Qiankun’s heart skipped a beat, feeling a sense of foreboding.
Besides Zhao Qiankun, Zhao Heisha was the most famous person in the Zhao Family.
He was supposed to be at the ancestral temple, given his powerful skills and status.
His absence today was due to being occupied with a mission.
Capturing Lin Yuhan.
Indeed, the Zhao Family had not given up on the Profound Ice Constitution.
In Zhao Qiankun’s plan, Qin Hao was destined to fall at the ancestral temple today, and the plan to capture Lin Yuhan would proceed simultaneously.
To ensure its success, he specifically dispatched Zhao Heisha, the second most powerful force in the martial pavilion.
Now, with Qin Hao suddenly ntioning Zhao Heisha, Zhao Qiankun sensed sothing was amiss.
His suspicions were confird when Qin Hao took out his phone, "For soone at this stage, if they can’t resist temptation, their martial heart will waver, making future progress difficult."
"If he gets more aggressive, returning to the previous combative state, then..."
Qin Hao showed the phone screen to Zhao Qiankun, "He’ll die miserably, like right now."
Bang!
The precious camphor wood table was slamd into pieces, Zhao Qiankun stood up, furious, "How dare you!"
Qin Hao was not intimidated, glanced at the phone screen, and laughed, "Zhao Heisha’s dead body looks quite amusing."
For Qin Hao to be pleased, Zhao Qiankun’s anger solely stemd from one thing.
That was the photo of Zhao Heisha’s death.
On the screen, Zhao Heisha lay on the ground, eyes bulging, blood oozing from his mouth, clearly dead and fallen.
"Why are you provoking !" Zhao Qiankun roared like an enraged lion. His furious voice echoed through the ancestral hall.
Outside, many disciples were stunned.
What had angered the Supre Elder so much?
Wasn’t he supposed to have been practicing the Heart Cleansing Technique for ten years?
Compared to the enraged Zhao Qiankun, Qin Hao was as calm as a cloud.
He chuckled, "Even if you want to fight, wait for
to finish talking about the third stage of martial arts."
"Speak!" Zhao Qiankun forced the words out from his throat, struggling to contain his anger.
"Very well," Qin Hao nodded calmly, "The third stage in martial arts transcends joy and sorrow, anger and wrath. This is the Saint Buddha Realm, symbolizing the maturity of one’s Martial Arts Will. Just like a divine format in a novel, once you possess this will, you essentially cannot fail. You won’t be swayed by worldly things because you are the world itself!"
As Zhao Qiankun listened, the flas within him gradually subsided.
Qin Hao’s words had inspired him greatly.
He realized the reason he hadn’t broken through the barrier after years in seclusion.
It was because his mindset wasn’t mature enough to eliminate the attachnt to family, thus preventing the cultivation of Martial Arts Will.
Just then, Qin Hao’s voice echoed, "What a pity, Old Ghost Zhao, due to the matter of two useless grandsons, you’ll find it difficult to progress in this lifeti!"
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