Super God: Liang Bing: Please, stop going crazy!

Cheng Hao was silent for a moment, and finally nodded heavily: "Senior, I understand. Although I cannot formally worship you as my master, I will remember your teachings in my heart. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely prove to you that I can find my own sword path!"

Qin Mu patted Cheng Hao's shoulder gently, with a little encouragement in his eyes: "I believe you can do it."

Cheng Hao smiled, then stood up, bowed solemnly and said: "Thank you, senior. Your guidance is more precious to me than anything else. From now on, I will practice while finding my own direction."

Qin Mu nodded, turned around and looked at the mountains in the distance, and sighed in his heart. This world is so vast, everyone has his own way to go, and Cheng Hao's road is destined to be full of ups and downs, but it is precisely because of this that a true strong man can be honed.

Although Cheng Hao lost the opportunity to become a disciple, he was not discouraged. On the contrary, he became more determined. Qin Mu's words made him realize that the true meaning of kendo lies in self-breakthrough and the sublimation of the state of mind, rather than blindly imitating the steps of others.

In the next few days, Cheng Hao continued to practice swordsmanship under Qin Mu's guidance, but he never mentioned the matter of becoming his apprentice. He knew that he had to open up this path by himself. Although Qin Mu's guidance was important, the final key still lay in himself.

The mountain breeze was still blowing gently, and the clouds and mist were lingering in the valley, as if telling the eternity of this world. Qin Mu stood on the top of the mountain, watching Cheng Hao find breakthroughs in the sword again and again, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes. Although this boy was young, he had already understood a truth - the sword is like life, you need to walk, explore, and feel it yourself. Only in this way can you go further and walk more firmly.

Cheng Hao's swordsmanship gradually became more flexible and confident, and his unwillingness to admit defeat became more concentrated, as if a burning flame had been ignited in his heart. Although he still faced many challenges, he was no longer afraid, because he knew that he was getting closer to his own swordsmanship and the future that belonged to him.

Qin Mu smiled calmly, with a look of looking far away in his eyes. He knew that everyone had his own way to go. Cheng Hao had found his direction, and he would continue his own journey to explore the world in his heart.

The mountains were shrouded in mist, and the morning light shone through the shadows of the trees and fell on the ground, forming mottled spots of light. Cheng Hao stood under an ancient pine tree, his expression solemn, and his eyes seemed to contain an indescribable heaviness. He slowly walked to Qin Mu's side, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind. Cheng Hao took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became as sharp as a knife, revealing a hint of hatred.

He spoke slowly, his voice filled with years of hidden pain: "I am not just an ordinary young cultivator. I was once the young master of a family, the Cheng family. Our Cheng family has been chivalrous for generations and has accumulated a great reputation. But seven years ago, a sudden disaster destroyed my family."

Qin Mu frowned slightly, but did not interrupt, but listened quietly. Cheng Hao continued, his voice becoming low and suppressed: "That day, I will never forget it. One night, a fire fell from the sky, and several masked strongmen led a group of black-clothed men to break into my house and slaughter my entire Cheng family. That night, the entire Cheng family turned into a sea of ​​fire, blood dyed the courtyard red, and cries and screams echoed in the night. I watched my parents and elders fall in a pool of blood one by one, and I was powerless to stop it."

At this point, Cheng Hao clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were filled with intense pain and hatred. He continued with difficulty: "I was still young at the time, and my father tried his best to escort me away from the family, but he himself was not spared. I fled all the way in the dark, carrying the last relics left by my parents, hiding in a cave, and escaped the massacre."

Qin Mu's expression was solemn, with a hint of sympathy and understanding in his eyes. What Cheng Hao had experienced was enough to cause a huge change in a young man's character. It was not easy for him to survive such a tragic incident.

Cheng Hao took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then said: "Over the years, I have been looking for the origins of those masked warriors, but they acted secretly and left almost no clues. I only have vague memories that some of them wore a unique green jade ring, which was a symbol of their identity. It was because of this hatred that I came to this mountain alone to hone myself, hoping to take revenge with my own hands one day."

At this point, Cheng Hao's tone revealed a sense of determination and unwillingness. He looked at Qin Mu with earnest eyes: "Senior, I know that with my current strength, I am not enough to face those strong men, but I am unwilling to give up. I am not afraid of hardship or failure. I just hope to become stronger as soon as possible and avenge my family. Please guide me so that I can find my own sword path faster and have the power of revenge as soon as possible!"

Qin Mu was silent for a moment, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. He could feel the hatred and determination in Cheng Hao's heart. This obsession allowed the young man to survive the hardship and also inspired him to become stronger. However, although hatred is the driving force for moving forward, being overly obsessed with it often leads to losing oneself.

"Cheng Hao, the obsession in your heart is very strong. This power can make you indomitable in the face of difficulties and can also stimulate your hidden potential. But you must understand that although hatred can make you move forward, it can also become a shackle that binds you." Qin Mu's tone was calm, but with a power that penetrated into people's hearts.

Cheng Hao was slightly stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect Qin Mu to say this. He subconsciously retorted: "Senior, I have never forgotten those relatives who died tragically. Their wronged souls are always calling out in my mind. I can't let go of this hatred!"

Qin Mu nodded and looked at Cheng Hao deeply: "It is human nature to be unable to let go, but you must remember that the way of the sword is not just a tool for revenge. If your way of the sword is completely controlled by hatred, then even if you succeed in revenge, you may fall into deeper confusion and pain."

The anger and unwillingness in Cheng Hao's eyes were gradually calmed by Qin Mu's words. He lowered his head and fell into deep thought. His heart was indeed full of desire for revenge. Hatred was the only support that kept him going all these years, but Qin Mu's words made him realize that if he relied entirely on hatred, he might go down another wrong path.

Qin Mu continued softly, "The essence of swordsmanship lies in the cultivation of the mind. Revenge is part of your goal, but not all. If you cannot calm and firm your heart, then on the road ahead, no matter how big the enemy is, you may lose your direction."

Cheng Hao raised his head, his eyes full of struggle and hesitation. He understood what Qin Mu meant, but the hatred in his heart was like a prairie fire, still difficult to extinguish. He whispered, "Senior, shouldn't I take revenge?"

Qin Mu looked serious, but his tone was comforting: "Revenge is your choice, and I will not stop you. But on your way forward, don't let hatred blind your eyes and lose your heart. The road of swordsmanship is long, and you need to find your own beliefs on this road, instead of just relying on hatred."

Cheng Hao fell silent, thinking over and over again about Qin Mu's words. Perhaps he had been too obsessed with revenge and neglected what he should really pursue in his practice. Qin Mu's advice gave him a glimmer of hope in his confusion. Although hatred was still buried deep in his heart, he began to understand that perhaps true strength lies not only in the accumulation of strength, but also in the tenacity and transcendence of the heart.

"I will remember the teachings of my predecessors." Cheng Hao's tone was firm and complex. His eyes were still sharp, but less manic and more calm.

Qin Mu looked at Cheng Hao and nodded slightly: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will teach you some higher-level swordsmanship. But remember, the road of swordsmanship is not achieved overnight. You need to work harder than ordinary people and be more determined in your state of mind."

Cheng Hao's eyes flashed with excitement, and he nodded heavily: "Don't worry, senior, I will not let you down!"

In the following days, Qin Mu was no longer just a bystander, but personally taught Cheng Hao swordsmanship. His guidance was not limited to techniques, but more focused on the cultivation of mental skills and the stability of the state of mind. In actual combat, Cheng Hao gradually realized the importance of the state of mind that Qin Mu mentioned. His swordsmanship became more and more sharp and pure. Although the hatred in his heart had not dissipated, it was no longer his only motivation.

As he practiced day after day, Cheng Hao's eyes gradually became clearer. He still remembered the blood feud of his family, but he also began to learn to find peace and detachment in the way of the sword. Whenever he thought of his deceased relatives, the anger in his heart would still burn, but he learned to transform this anger into motivation for practice, rather than letting it completely control his emotions.

Qin Mu felt a little relieved when he saw Cheng Hao's progress. He knew that this young man was walking on his own path. Although the road ahead was still full of thorns, Cheng Hao's state of mind had become more mature and more determined.

The days in the mountains passed silently, Cheng Hao's swordsmanship improved day by day, and his state of mind was sublimated in constant practice. Although he still had a blood feud, he was no longer bound by hatred, but turned it into motivation to move forward.

In the following days, Qin Mu gradually saw the indomitable spirit and tenacity of Cheng Hao. Although he refused to accept Cheng Hao as his apprentice, he felt more pity for the young man. Cheng Hao's story touched him and reminded him of the hardships he had experienced when he was young. He knew the feeling of being isolated and helpless, and the obsession of carrying a blood feud better than anyone else.