C1370 Dao's Attribute
C1370 Dao's Attribute
Before Ye Hong could finish his sentence, Sima Zhengming interrupted him. "In that case, even if you don't count, you can still be my disciple before you enter Shu Mountain."
"But..."
There's no buts! " Sima Zhengming's face was fierce. He approached Ye Hong with a big face and said fiercely, "Could it be that you really think that the Ancient Martial Path of the Eight Trigrams Sect is inferior to the Shu Mountain Path?"
"Of course not. How would I dare to have such thoughts?"
Ye Hong waved his hand, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
This hesitation was "just right" for Sima Zhengming to catch.
"Not yet! You, this brat, are clearly perfunctory to your father!"
Sima Zhengming was furious. He was so angry that the word 'father' came out.
He pulled Ye Hong to his side and glared at him. "If that's the case, I have a way!
This humble Taoist imparted the Taoism Treasure of the Eight Trigrams to Ye Hong. Comparing you with the Sword Arts of Mount Shu, you will know what the Cang Xuan Great Dao is and what the Mosquito Small Dao is!"
"This..."
Ye Hong's face was full of surprise, but the smile in his heart almost made his stomach explode.
A hand quietly made a "V" on his back.
The big battle was a perfect success.
Ye Hong felt bad when he thought that not only did he fool Sima Chongting, but also his Master.
However, these regrets quickly disappeared under Sima Zhengming's actions.
Sima Zhengming's expression was solemn as he raised his right hand.
He asked in a deep voice, "Tell This Penniless Priest, what did you see?"
Ye Hong looked at Sima Zhengming's empty hand and was startled.
He knew Sima Zhengming would not ask this question for no reason. He closed his eyes quietly and felt the energy flowing in Sima Zhengming's hand.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet. In this quiet environment, Ye Hong suddenly heard the sound of water flowing.
After searching for the source, he found that the source of the sound was actually from Sima Zhengming.
"It's water!"
Ye Hong suddenly opened his eyes.
"That's right!" Sima Zhengming gave Ye Hong a praising look. "You are indeed talented and smart. You did not disappoint me."
Sima Zhengming gently shook his palm. What was strange was that although there was nothing in it, it seemed like there was water flowing in his palm, making the sound of water crashing against each other.
"The so-called Dao has its own attributes.
For example, the green eyebrow Sword Arts of Mount Shu is the attribute of wind."
Upon hearing Sima Zhengming's words, Ye Hong thought of the wild wind that Daoist Qing Mei had casually summoned and nodded his head.
"As for the Eight Trigrams Sect's Dao, it's called the Taoism Treasure of the Eight Trigrams , and its attribute is [Water]!
The Dao of Water is formless and traceless. It looks like a rootless duckweed, but it can rise along with the flow.
It's like a surging river, surging forward.
"By the time his opponent recovers, he's already drowned by the sea."
Sima Zhengming said while waving at the water in the bathtub next to him.
A magical scene happened.
The water in the bathtub seemed to come alive in an instant. It flew out of the bathtub.
Sima Zhengming kept changing his hand gestures. The water turned into a water dragon and danced in the air.
In the end, Sima Zhengming retracted his palm, and the water dragon dispersed above the bathtub, falling back into the bathtub and turning back into a pool of dead water.
It was as if nothing had happened, but Ye Hong's eyes were filled with excitement.