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

Qin Mu nodded, his eyes showing a trace of relief and determination: "Yes, you have grown to a new stage, and your state of mind has become mature and peaceful. In this case, there is no need to stay here any longer. In the end, you still have to venture out on your own in the martial arts world. Only by facing the wind and rain alone can you truly comprehend the true meaning of the sword."

When Cheng Hao heard these words, he felt reluctant but also had expectations. He knew that Qin Mu's teachings had helped him through the most difficult times, and he had to explore the rest of the way on his own.

Qin Mu approached slowly and said softly, "You know, the way of the sword cannot rely on others. The truly strong always grow in solitude. I have taught you everything I can. The world ahead is vast and boundless. Whether it is the disputes in the martial arts world, the calculations of power, or all things in nature, there are things you need to comprehend."

Cheng Hao listened quietly, and a sense of pride gradually rose in his heart. He knew that he had spent enough time in seclusion in the mountains to practice, and it was time to step out of this familiar environment and face new challenges and hardships.

Qin Mu continued, "I see endless potential in you, but you have to develop that potential yourself. There are too many opportunities and risks in the martial arts world. Only by experiencing them yourself can you find your own way to the sword. Remember, no matter what situation you face, you must remain calm and peaceful. This will be your strongest weapon."

Cheng Hao bowed deeply, his tone full of gratitude and respect: "Senior, I will always remember your teachings in my heart. Without you, I would not be able to get to where I am today. No matter what difficulties I encounter in the future, I will face them with a firm heart and will never let you down."

Qin Mu waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need to say more, the path of swordsmanship is never for others, but for oneself. There is no need for the restraint of master and disciple between you and me. You go your own way and practice your swordsmanship."

Cheng Hao nodded, having made up his mind. He knew that after this separation, he would have to face all kinds of changes in the martial arts world alone, and Qin Mu would no longer be someone he could always rely on. Although he felt a little reluctant, he knew that this was the only way for him to grow.

That evening, Cheng Hao packed up his luggage, stood at the exit of the valley, and looked back at the forest where he had grown up. Every blade of grass and every tree here witnessed his transformation, and now, he was about to step into a brand new world.

Qin Mu stood not far away, looking calm, watching Cheng Hao leave. He said nothing, just quietly watching Cheng Hao's back as he gradually walked away, feeling a little emotional and relieved. He knew that Cheng Hao no longer needed his protection, and the path to becoming a truly powerful person must be a lonely exploration.

Cheng Hao walked along the mountain path, feeling the tranquility and serenity of the surrounding scenery. His state of mind was extremely peaceful, as if he had merged with the surrounding nature. At this moment, although he was about to face the unknown world alone, his heart was filled with unprecedented calmness and confidence.

After leaving the valley, Cheng Hao headed south, passing through several small towns along the way, and saw the long-lost prosperity and bustle. He looked at the endless stream of people and felt a long-lost smell of fireworks blowing in his face. He used to be obsessed with revenge and had no feelings for these ordinary lives, but now he began to feel a different kind of tranquility from them.

In a busy market, Cheng Hao stopped and looked around at the vendors and pedestrians. He saw some martial artists competing with each other, and the fighting between fists and feet revealed the vitality and vigor of the martial arts world. Cheng Hao did not intervene, but just watched silently. He knew that this simple contest could not arouse his interest, but he still observed everyone's moves and state of mind, trying to understand more from it.

The Jianghu is vast and filled with countless opportunities and challenges. Cheng Hao was not in a hurry to find a new goal. He decided to travel around and meet various people to gain insights into different swordsmanship. He understood that only by honing his skills in the chaos of the Jianghu could he perfect his swordsmanship and truly become an invincible swordsman.

In the following days, Cheng Hao traveled through countless mountains and rivers and met all kinds of people in the martial arts world. He discussed with swordsmen, discussed with hermits, and talked with ordinary people. Gradually, he enriched his heart through these different experiences. He no longer obsessed with the strength of power, but paid more attention to the growth of the soul and the sublimation of the sword.

Once, Cheng Hao met an old swordsman in a remote town. The swordsman was old and blind, but he was still energetic when talking about kendo. Cheng Hao talked with him and heard many insights about kendo. These insights were different from Qin Mu's teachings, and they were more about thinking about the state of mind and life.

"The sword is ultimately a reflection of the human heart. Your sword will have the same power as the obsession in your heart." The old swordsman said to Cheng Hao earnestly.

Cheng Hao deeply agreed with this. He understood that his swordsmanship should not just be about pursuing strength, but about letting the sword become the continuation of the soul, and letting each sword carry his true emotions. This emotion can be tranquility, firmness, or protection, rather than just killing and hatred.

As time went by, Cheng Hao's swordsmanship became more and more smooth and his state of mind gradually reached a transcendent state. His sword was no longer a simple weapon, but an existence that was in harmony with his soul. Every time he drew his sword, it seemed to show his understanding of life, the world, and the world.

In an unintentional fight, Cheng Hao easily defeated several provocative warriors, which impressed all the people present. His sword moves like flowing clouds and water, with endless changes and revealing the harmony and tranquility of nature. This state shocked all the people who saw it, and they couldn't help but sigh that a young man could achieve such a high level of swordsmanship.

Cheng Hao was not shaken by the praise from the outside world. He still maintained his own pace and continued to explore his own sword path. He knew that the world was full of unknowns and challenges, and he would meet these challenges with a firm heart.

Qin Mu stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the vast world, with an inexplicable loneliness rising in his heart. Cheng Hao has grown into a strong man who can stand on his own and no longer needs his protection and guidance. On the road of Jianghu, everyone is pursuing their own path, and Qin Mu also understands that his mission has been completed. Now, he needs to find new directions and challenges.

Just as his mind moved, a strange wave suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. He keenly captured this power, as if it came from another completely different world. The power brought endless noise and complexity, filled with the breath of a modern city, as if calling him to explore.

"Maybe it's time to see another world." Qin Mu whispered to himself, and then his figure flashed, crossed the barrier of time and space, and disappeared among the mountains and rivers.

When he reappeared, he was in a busy city. There were tall buildings, neon lights flashing, people rushing on the streets, cars flowing, and a strong modern atmosphere in the air. Everything here was completely different from the world he was familiar with, full of technology and a fast-paced life atmosphere.

Qin Mu stood on the street, feeling the hustle and bustle of the world, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his eyes. However, soon, his keen perception caught a hint of strangeness - it was a wave of despair and heavy emotions, full of pain and helplessness, as if someone was struggling on the brink of life and death.

He quickly followed the breath, his steps as fast as the wind, and in a moment he arrived in front of a dilapidated apartment building. Looking up, he saw a thin figure standing on the edge of the rooftop, swaying in the wind. It was a young girl, wearing a thin white dress, with messy hair and a face full of haggardness and despair. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if she had lost all hope in life.

Qin Mu's eyes darkened, and he instantly realized that she was on the edge of her life. That kind of deep despair was enough to make people lose their instinct to survive in an instant, and choose to end their pain in the most extreme way. He knew that if he didn't act in time, tragedy would happen in an instant.

Qin Mu's figure flashed and he instantly appeared on the rooftop, standing behind the girl. The girl didn't notice his arrival at all, her eyes were still fixed on the street below, as if that was the only way to liberation.

"Don't jump." Qin Mu's voice was calm and gentle, but full of power that could not be ignored, like a stream of clear water injected into the girl's cold heart.

The girl's body trembled slightly, and she slowly turned back, with a hint of surprise and confusion in her eyes. She obviously didn't expect that someone would appear behind her at her most desperate moment, and the voice was filled with an irresistible warmth, which seemed to heal her inner trauma invisibly.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me?" The girl's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were still full of despair.

Qin Mu looked at her with gentle eyes, his tone still calm: "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that your life is far more valuable than you think now. Death is not a relief, but it will make those who really care about you suffer irreparable pain."

A trace of pain flashed in the girl's eyes. She bit her lips tightly and tears flowed down uncontrollably: "You don't understand, I have nothing. Life is only painful for me. What's the meaning of living?"

Qin Mu sighed. He could see that the girl was under great pressure and might have suffered many unknown traumas. Such emotions were not a momentary impulse, but the result of long-term accumulation. He knew that the most important thing at this time was not to persuade her, but to let her feel the warmth and hope in her life again.

"Perhaps you think the world is unfair to you and life is full of despair, but all this is only temporary. No matter how much pain you suffer, it will eventually pass." Qin Mu said softly, his tone firm and comforting, "And if you give up on life, you will never see the dawn of hope. Instead of letting despair consume you, you might as well try to find a glimmer of hope, even if it's just a little bit."

The girl's tears became more and more violent. She could hardly control her emotions. Her hands tightly grasped the edge of the rooftop, and her body trembled slightly. Qin Mu saw her inner struggle and knew that this was her last resistance.

"You are not alone. I am here and will not let you face it alone." Qin Mu's voice was gentle but firm. These words seemed to penetrate the ice in the girl's heart and break her final despair for the world.