The pulpit is built on the hillside.
It was a square high platform, one meter high, ten feet long and ten feet wide. The whole body was made of white jade. Around the preacher platform, there were square stands, which could easily accommodate 10000 people.
As soon as the scorching sun rose, voices of conversation came from the mountainside.
The preaching time was at noon, but these disciples seemed to be impatient. They came here early. Everyone was sitting in front of them and waiting patiently.
Ten days ago, there were 20000 people who took the initiative to become disciples.
But after these ten days, the number of disciples dropped sharply, and to this day there are only three thousand.
As Chu Xingyun said, after becoming a disciple, he has no right, no wealth, no fame and no profit. Besides, he should cooperate with the Presbyterian hall and take full charge of the matters concerning the outer gate.
There was nothing to be gained from this job, and people would laugh at it. Gradually, many people chose to quit and gave up the name of disciples.
Time flies by, unconsciously, it will soon come to noon.
On the mountainside, there were no other people except the three thousand disciples. Even in this vast void, there was no one to linger on, let alone watch.
The main peak of the sword is the place where the sword master lives.
It is no exaggeration to say that the main peak of the sword is just like the fiefdom of the sword master in wanjian Pavilion. As long as it does not violate the rules, no one can inquire into and spy on the affairs inside, even the head of wanjian Pavilion is the same.
However, although no one dares to peep at the main peak of the sword, there are still a lot of eyes in the whole wanjian Pavilion, looking at the main peak of the sword.
But these eyes are not the light of learning, but the light of ridicule.
It is not easy to preach.
A preacher needs not only strong strength, but also vast knowledge and knowledge. He can turn the way in his heart into the simplest words for everyone to know clearly.
In their eyes, although Chu Xingyun's talent is strong, his age and experience are still too shallow. How can he be qualified for the mission of preaching.
"Today's business is destined to make a joke!" Among the wanjian Pavilion, countless people have this idea and want to see with their own eyes how Chu Xingyun makes a fool of himself.
Outside the main peak of the sword, the eyes were surging. Inside the peak, the hearts of the 3000 disciples were also a little uneasy. Many people were taking a deep breath to ease the tension in their hearts.
In the front of the stands, a sky blue dress of water Qianyue, has been sitting here.
Compared with the people's uneasiness, she seems to be very expectant. Her eyes constantly scan around, as if she didn't want to miss any moment.
Whew! Whew!
At this time, the piercing sound of breaking through the void, one after another in the void.
When they looked up, they saw Chu Xingyun and Xia Qingcheng coming from afar. Behind them, there were four figures. They were the four sword masters who passed on their merits.
Seeing the appearance of these people, 3000 disciples suddenly stood up with their backs bent and said in a loud voice, "disciple, I have seen all the sword masters!"
With the sound, a line of six people, from the air slowly fell.
Among them, Chu Xingyun fell in the center of the preaching platform, and the other five people retreated to the stands behind, standing still and gazing at the front.
"Sit down!" Chu Xingyun glanced around, gently spit out a word.
The three thousand disciples immediately sat down, and the five of Xia Qingcheng were the same. Everyone's eyes shifted and they all fell on Chu Xingyun. They said nothing, making the atmosphere of the whole space more serious.
Chu Xingyun took his eyes back and said plainly, "today is my first sermon. During this process, you are not allowed to discuss, ask questions, or disturb. If there is any violation, immediately deprive the disciples of their name."
Hearing this, the disciples felt their hearts tight and immediately closed their mouths. Even the sound of breathing was carefully controlled, for fear that it would affect Chu Xingyun.
"This guy, though young, has a strict style of teacher, which is really beyond my expectation." On the stand, Lei Yuanguang raised his mouth and made a faint smile.
After saying this, Yun Changqing three people also repeatedly nodded, with a bit of incredible look.
Today, they don't use it.
But considering that Chu Xingyun preached for the first time, they were a little worried, so they walked together and came to the main peak of the sword to see if they could help.
Unexpectedly, Chu Xingyun's performance was so mature that they suddenly had the illusion that they were not 17-year-old youth standing on the platform, but a world-class leader with a life span of 1000 years.
Chu Xingyun did not pay attention to the change of people's looks. He stood in the center of the preaching platform, his eyes were fixed, and he said, "we are all sword practitioners. Today, I will talk about the word kendo."
Speaking, the audience is quiet.
All of us are paying attention to the past.
"For the martial arts, martial arts is the heaven, and the martial arts is the way of heaven. Everyone's training goal is to climb the top of Wudao and keep up with the sky. Kendo is one of the branches of Wudao."
"The word" Wu "refers to both the martial arts and the martial arts"The sword is an instrument, which is originally a foreign object. But for sword cultivation, the sword is like limbs, and the sword is like flesh and blood. The two cannot be separated. Therefore, when stepping into Kendo, the sword is no longer an external object, and it has been integrated into the body of sword cultivation."
"Sword cultivation is the sword, and the sword technique is the way of sword cultivation."
"If sword cultivation is separated, sword cultivation is a martial art. Therefore, the essence of sword cultivation is the way of martial arts and the way of heaven."
"So in my opinion, Kendo is divided into three realms."
"The first state is the unity of man and sword. Man and sword do not separate you and me. Kendo is the way of sword cultivation."
"The second state is the unity of spirit and sword. Spirit is the spirit of martial arts, and it is also heaven and earth. In this realm, heaven and earth coexist with sword, sword and human, so as to touch the true meaning of heaven."
"As for the third place..."
Speaking of this, Chu Xingyun pauses for a moment and says in a coagulative voice: "it is the realm of no sword!"
"After reaching this state, for sword cultivation, the world is so big that all things in the world can be swords. If one thought is born, ten thousand swords will rise in the sky, and one will disappear. If one wants to die, ten thousand swords will disappear and disperse. If there is a sword, there will be no sword."
The last voice dropped, and everyone at the scene fell into deep meditation. Even the four sword masters changed their look of watching. Their heads were low and their eyes were shining with the light of thinking.
They were surprised to find that Chu Xingyun's words, vaguely, had a sense of direct connection with the essence of kendo, which not only broke common sense, but also subverted their consistent ideas.
Especially in the last sentence, if you have a sword, you have no sword!
This point seems to communicate with a certain mysterious realm. After a little thinking, it gives people a sense of suddenly brightening up, and clearly presents the ethereal and invisible Kendo road in front of them.
Such a scene, lasted for a long time, Chu Xingyun did not speak, quietly stood aside.
A moment later, the four swordsmen woke up from their meditation.
However, they looked at each other, and then, at the same time, they stood up and bent down their backs in the direction of Chu Xingyun. Their voice said with emotion: "let me wait for you, master Luoyun."
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