Chapter 198 4.58 Tao Follows Nature

"Hehe, it's really good." Muttering to himself, Bakambusi walked to the feet of the Storm God. The thick lightning struck him and burned his clothes, but did not cause any damage to his skin.

Bathed in the lightning, Bakambusi looked at the two giant snakes that fell behind him helplessly and sighed speechlessly.

That's it?

Forget it, let's keep going inside.

Picking up a brick-sized rubble from the ground, he made a discus throwing posture and threw it hard into the sky.

The ordinary rock with a not-so-hard texture turned into a meteor, and there was a loud bang after hitting the chest of the Storm God. Unable to continue to float in the air, he fell down involuntarily, but what greeted him on the ground was a pair of hairy hands from Bakambusi.

He grabbed the ankle of the Storm God and threw it hard to the ground. This living man made of flesh and blood was like a balloon smashed by a giant palm, and blood, internal organs, and bone residue burst out together.

After killing the Storm Lord with just one move, Bakambusi clapped his hands and looked behind him speechlessly.

"Let's go!"

"What's so good about two broken snakes? I bet there are more inside!"

He scolded the black bear that was eating the snake gallbladder, and the slightly lonely figure continued to walk towards the gate of the holy mountain. During the whole process, he didn't even look at the Slavic serfs who were fighting a bloody battle with the Storm Monk behind him.

It was as if they were just a group of passers-by who had nothing to do with him.

**

Loki hid in the gravel of the mountain stream and followed Bakambusi all the way.

This was the first time he watched this man fight. And this Slavic king was the strongest human Loki had ever seen so far.

The strongest, no one!

He could even conclude that even if Master Qinghe controlled the flying sword to fight him, he might not be able to get any advantage! His skills have returned to the level of returning to nature and being great and ingenious.

He doesn't need "external things" such as scimitars, flying swords or axes.

The only weapon this man has is his own hands. Like the wild animals in the forest, he kills his enemies in the most direct and simple way.

Hiding behind the boulder and watching Bakambusi fight, Loki couldn't help but think of the "Taoist School" of the Tang Dynasty in the East.

There are two founders of Taoism.

Zhuangzi advocates "no self, no merit, no name", and wanders in the endless world without relying on anything, which is regarded as free and easy. It is this unrestrainedness from the bone marrow and the spiritual core of "cannot be used by anyone" that makes him completely abandon the magic of gods and travel the world with one sword.

But Laozi, another founder of Taoism, did take another path.

The spiritual core of Laozi is: Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature.

Everything comes from nature.

Is flying sword natural?

Not natural!

Similarly, the series of body-building techniques against life, old age, sickness and death, such as foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, and golden immortal, are all unnatural. It is precisely because of the "unnatural" and the forced use of external forces to interfere with the natural flow that the heaven and earth will bring thunder tribulations to the Qi cultivators who want to become immortals.

In Laozi's view, any behavior that violates the heaven and earth is incorrect.

At this time, in Loki's eyes, the aesthetics of the magic of Bakambusi, the Slavic strongman, has a bit of the charm of "Tao follows nature". He abandoned all fancy magic and divine power, and fought with his hands and body instincts like animals in nature.

Perhaps it is this "less is more" and the practice method of abandoning all external objects that allows him to focus on one thing, practicing the most common attack moves such as punching, waving palms, elbowing, etc. that ordinary people use most to the point that they can generate natural rules in their gestures.

This primitive and very direct fighting method opened Loki's eyes.

He tried to keep his body close to the ground and tried every way to avoid attracting Bakambusi's attention. After all, his interest was not in killing people, but simply wanted to get into the holy mountain.

And to be honest, he himself had no idea whether he could take a hit from Bakambusi.

**

In the following period, Bakambusi showed his violence again. Unlike the cautious Loki, although he was also "cautious", he was like a protagonist who wanted to kill all the monsters in the dungeon.

His fear was that he didn't want to miss an elite monster.

The external propaganda of Valhalla has always been that there are six Storm Envoys living in the Holy Mountain. Now that one person has just been killed, Bakambusi doesn't want to let any fish slip through the net. In his eyes, the Viking raiders in recent years have become weaker and weaker, and every Storm Envoy in the Holy Mountain must bear the responsibility.

The annual "fight with Viking pirates" was once one of the only pleasures in the life of the Slav king. However, the increasingly weak pirates now often bypass his province and avoid entering!

This made him very annoyed.

He believed that the roots of Valhalla were already rotten.

The solution is to find these Storm Envoys and kill them one by one.

As for any new corrective measures, we will have to wait until we enter the Holy Mountain.

After walking through the narrow valley, Bakambusi was approaching the gate of the Holy Mountain. Under a gate tower made of smooth wood, Loki saw two Storm Envoys in blue standing at the gate, and around them stood no less than a hundred Storm Acolytes.

"King Slav, I admit that you are a great hero, but attacking my Hall of Valor without any grudges, isn't this a bit too much?!"

The Storm God was wrapped in a blue cotton robe. He only showed a pair of eyes, and there was a faint surge of wind and thunder in his eyes.

"Your hatred is all with the Viking lords in the province below the mountain. The Hall of Valor in the Holy Mountain is a holy place dedicated to the holy spirits of Asgard, and will not participate in the struggle of the mortal world in any way. What exactly do you want to do in my Holy Mountain?"

After hearing these two sentences, Bakambusi widened his eyes, looked up at the sky and turned around silently, his eyes revealing confusion, unwillingness and surging anger.

"Fuck your mother"

"Odin, you old man, listen to what your disciples are like now!

"Shouldn't a lawless thug like me be killed directly if there is a disagreement? How come even Odin's followers have learned to negotiate with me like those old women from the south? ?

"Is there any law in the world?"

Bakambusi's question echoed through the valley, and Loki shook his head helplessly. When facing a beast, you must not show any weakness. Any retreat will become a reason for him to take advantage of you.

Today's Slavic king obviously wants to kill all of them. The deafening shouts of killing have begun to be heard at the foot of the mountain not far away. The Slavic rebels have used their numerical advantage to break through the first checkpoint of the mountain stream.

The gate of the holy mountain is already in danger.