Chapter 365
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In the Daogong self-cultivation class, all the new disciples prick up their ears and listen carefully. Even the thin people who have always been absent-minded and don't really care about it all have their eyes shining. The skinny people who have lived in the glass city in the far north snow plain since childhood are very keen on this dense, warm and humid land of Southern barbarians.
As time went by and a class was coming to an end, the old gentleman behind the desk patted his hands and asked a question:
"now, who can tell me, is there a road in the land of Nanman?"
The old gentleman had a gentle and mellow voice, with a little solemnity. After his voice dropped, all the disciples below fell into silence.
Is there a way in the land of Nanman? This is actually extremely difficult to answer.
It is said that there is a way, but the five elements are missing in the Nanman jungle, and even the most basic fire attribute in the road is hard to sense. Moreover, the aboriginal barbarians and barbarians in the jungle do not cultivate themselves, but cultivate the power of the jungle and blood. But if we think that the southern man has no way, how can we explain the growth law and ethnic reproduction of all things in the dense jungle?
Is it the story of the sun empire?
As a Terran, that's absolutely unbelievable.
Therefore, these new disciples who have just stepped into the world of practice are in a state of great distress.
The old gentleman sitting behind the desk raised his tea cup and sipped it gently. Then he looked at the very young and vigorous faces below. In the past one year, he had seen countless such faces in the Taoist palace. But how many people could really achieve the right results or stand out and be remembered by the world?
The road is merciless, only favor the sharper blade!
After that, the old man regained his mind and drank the tea in one gulp. Then he clapped his hands on the table in front of him, opened his mouth and let out a loud drink:
"nanmanyoudao!"
This sound like a bell, like a dragon roar, like thunder, suddenly rings in the whole school, and constantly around, directly wake up all the students, have looked up to the front of the platform.
The old gentleman's ruddy face was full of dignity that had never appeared before. His eyes were burning and he continued to open his mouth. His voice continued to roll out.
"Where is Nanman's way?"
Before waiting for a disciple to answer, the old gentleman's response sounded directly:
"the Tao is in the survival of the fittest, the way is in the decapitated head, the torn liver and blood intestine, the Tao is spraying the blood of the earth. Gentlemen, where there is death, there is Tao, and where you want to survive, there is Tao!"
Such bloody words came from the gentle old man's mouth, which made the disciples full of fright one by one. They all sat in front of each other and held their breath. After looking at the circle below, the old man continued to say:
"the road is heartless, preferring the sharper blade, and the winner is the king. The jungle law in the Nanman jungle is the most primitive and intuitive embodiment of the road But the disciples sitting here, I hope you can clearly realize that we are human beings, and the country under our feet is summer. Therefore, we are not afraid to practice, and what we practice is to go against the way!
After the old man's voice dropped, all the disciples below held their hands flat forward, and then they all bowed down together. A neat and uniform voice came from below:
"listen to the teacher's instruction, and students should bear it in mind!"
"This is your last self-cultivation lesson. From tomorrow, you will be able to open up a disciple peak in the mountains of this Taoist temple, and formally step into an independent stage of practice."
The old gentleman on the desk stood up slowly after the desk seat, and then slowly walked down the high platform. As the voice dropped, the disciples below raised their heads and were shocked. It turned out that this year's self-cultivation class had reached the last class.
At one time, they all hoped that the self-cultivation class could be ended earlier, so that they could formally enter the spiritual world they had been dreaming of. But at this time, they all had indescribable reluctance and some confusion.
Those who can enter the Taoist Palace are the proud children of the dragon and Phoenix among thousands of people. Their top cultivation talents make them the mainstay of the future of the summer. Therefore, their minds are also much stronger than those of their peers. Therefore, after a short shock, they once again pay homage to the old man who is slowly walking down.
"A year's teaching, sir, will never be forgotten by students."
"Get up
The old man stretched out his hands, gently lifted up, and then gradually approached, and continued to speak softly:
"protecting the weak and taking responsibility is a kind of going against the road. That's why the inheritance of the human race can stand for so many years. The foreign tigers and wolves surround him and still remain the overlord of the vast land of China. In this last self-cultivation lesson, I will continue to say that I will not be defeated I'd like to give you a word. "
"Sir, please give me your advice."
The old man pauses for a moment, his eyes regained a gentle and plain look, and opens his mouth to whisper.
"You should understand that there are always more important things that can give people the courage to defeat the fear of life and death!"
After half a column of incense, the students exchanged ideas with each other, and then saluted and said goodbye. Once this day is over, it is not easy to meet again in such a large Taoist temple.Wen Xiuqi, the leader of the Taoist palace in plain clothes, sits behind the desk. He always does this. After all the disciples leave, he sits quietly and alone. At the end of each year's self-cultivation class, he has mixed feelings. Although few of the disciples recognize him as the extremely mysterious Taoist palace master, he has quietly cultivated too many talents for the summer.
Looking around, Wen Xiuqi stood up slowly. Then he picked up several things on the desk and walked out of the door. There were two people waiting outside, two young people.
A young scholar in plain robes, a young scholar in white, waving a folding fan.
Sima Annan put away his folding fan and bowed down to the old man. Yuan Bai, a scholar beside him, also saluted him. Both of them highly respected the master of the Taoist palace, who quietly cultivated his son. They all said:
"Mr. Wen is so old, but he still preaches in person. I admire him."
Wen Xiuqi, the head of the Daogong palace, looked at the two young people in front of him, and his face showed a trace of surprise. Then he spoke softly: "where are you from?"
Sima Annan got up, and with a smile, he replied, "we are from the White Emperor's palace!"
"It is said that the young invincible majesty has the same young imperial staff. It must be the two of you. It is truly unparalleled."
Sima Annan and Yuan Bai quickly waved their hands and said:
"I don't dare to do it, I don't dare to do it. Thanks to your Majesty's love, it's just a contribution."
Wen Xiuqi nodded, raised his hand and gently led to the front.
"It's not convenient to talk here. Please follow me."
The two young men from Bai palace followed the old man and stepped out one step at a time.
Breeze blowing, thousands of peach trees swaying, around like an endless pink sea, the air is also filled with a faint fragrance of peach blossom.
In summer, the northwest Shenjing city gradually enters winter, but the deep part of Daogong is still full of spring.
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In the Daogong self-cultivation class, all the new disciples prick up their ears and listen carefully. Even the thin people who have always been absent-minded and don't really care about it all have their eyes shining. The skinny people who have lived in the glass city in the far north snow plain since childhood are very keen on this dense, warm and humid land of Southern barbarians.
As time went by and a class was coming to an end, the old gentleman behind the desk patted his hands and asked a question:
"now, who can tell me, is there a road in the land of Nanman?"
The old gentleman had a gentle and mellow voice, with a little solemnity. After his voice dropped, all the disciples below fell into silence.
Is there a way in the land of Nanman? This is actually extremely difficult to answer.
It is said that there is a way, but the five elements are missing in the Nanman jungle, and even the most basic fire attribute in the road is hard to sense. Moreover, the aboriginal barbarians and barbarians in the jungle do not cultivate themselves, but cultivate the power of the jungle and blood. But if we think that the southern man has no way, how can we explain the growth law and ethnic reproduction of all things in the dense jungle?
Is it the story of the sun empire?
As a Terran, that's absolutely unbelievable.
Therefore, these new disciples who have just stepped into the world of practice are in a state of great distress.
The old gentleman sitting behind the desk raised his tea cup and sipped it gently. Then he looked at the very young and vigorous faces below. In the past one year, he had seen countless such faces in the Taoist palace. But how many people could really achieve the right results or stand out and be remembered by the world?
The road is merciless, only favor the sharper blade!
After that, the old man regained his mind and drank the tea in one gulp. Then he clapped his hands on the table in front of him, opened his mouth and let out a loud drink:
"nanmanyoudao!"
This sound like a bell, like a dragon roar, like thunder, suddenly rings in the whole school, and constantly around, directly wake up all the students, have looked up to the front of the platform.
The old gentleman's ruddy face was full of dignity that had never appeared before. His eyes were burning and he continued to open his mouth. His voice continued to roll out.
"Where is Nanman's way?"
Before waiting for a disciple to answer, the old gentleman's response sounded directly:
"the Tao is in the survival of the fittest, the way is in the decapitated head, the torn liver and blood intestine, the Tao is spraying the blood of the earth. Gentlemen, where there is death, there is Tao, and where you want to survive, there is Tao!"
Such bloody words came from the gentle old man's mouth, which made the disciples full of fright one by one. They all sat in front of each other and held their breath. After looking at the circle below, the old man continued to say:
"the road is heartless, preferring the sharper blade, and the winner is the king. The jungle law in the Nanman jungle is the most primitive and intuitive embodiment of the road But the disciples sitting here, I hope you can clearly realize that we are human beings, and the country under our feet is summer. Therefore, we are not afraid to practice, and what we practice is to go against the way!
After the old man's voice dropped, all the disciples below held their hands flat forward, and then they all bowed down together. A neat and uniform voice came from below:
"listen to the teacher's instruction, and students should bear it in mind!"
"This is your last self-cultivation lesson. From tomorrow, you will be able to open up a disciple peak in the mountains of this Taoist temple, and formally step into an independent stage of practice."
The old gentleman on the desk stood up slowly after the desk seat, and then slowly walked down the high platform. As the voice dropped, the disciples below raised their heads and were shocked. It turned out that this year's self-cultivation class had reached the last class.
At one time, they all hoped that the self-cultivation class could be ended earlier, so that they could formally enter the spiritual world they had been dreaming of. But at this time, they all had indescribable reluctance and some confusion.
Those who can enter the Taoist Palace are the proud children of the dragon and Phoenix among thousands of people. Their top cultivation talents make them the mainstay of the future of the summer. Therefore, their minds are also much stronger than those of their peers. Therefore, after a short shock, they once again pay homage to the old man who is slowly walking down.
"A year's teaching, sir, will never be forgotten by students."
"Get up
The old man stretched out his hands, gently lifted up, and then gradually approached, and continued to speak softly:
"protecting the weak and taking responsibility is a kind of going against the road. That's why the inheritance of the human race can stand for so many years. The foreign tigers and wolves surround him and still remain the overlord of the vast land of China. In this last self-cultivation lesson, I will continue to say that I will not be defeated I'd like to give you a word. "
"Sir, please give me your advice."
The old man pauses for a moment, his eyes regained a gentle and plain look, and opens his mouth to whisper.
"You should understand that there are always more important things that can give people the courage to defeat the fear of life and death!"
After half a column of incense, the students exchanged ideas with each other, and then saluted and said goodbye. Once this day is over, it is not easy to meet again in such a large Taoist temple.Wen Xiuqi, the leader of the Taoist palace in plain clothes, sits behind the desk. He always does this. After all the disciples leave, he sits quietly and alone. At the end of each year's self-cultivation class, he has mixed feelings. Although few of the disciples recognize him as the extremely mysterious Taoist palace master, he has quietly cultivated too many talents for the summer.
Looking around, Wen Xiuqi stood up slowly. Then he picked up several things on the desk and walked out of the door. There were two people waiting outside, two young people.
A young scholar in plain robes, a young scholar in white, waving a folding fan.
Sima Annan put away his folding fan and bowed down to the old man. Yuan Bai, a scholar beside him, also saluted him. Both of them highly respected the master of the Taoist palace, who quietly cultivated his son. They all said:
"Mr. Wen is so old, but he still preaches in person. I admire him."
Wen Xiuqi, the head of the Daogong palace, looked at the two young people in front of him, and his face showed a trace of surprise. Then he spoke softly: "where are you from?"
Sima Annan got up, and with a smile, he replied, "we are from the White Emperor's palace!"
"It is said that the young invincible majesty has the same young imperial staff. It must be the two of you. It is truly unparalleled."
Sima Annan and Yuan Bai quickly waved their hands and said:
"I don't dare to do it, I don't dare to do it. Thanks to your Majesty's love, it's just a contribution."
Wen Xiuqi nodded, raised his hand and gently led to the front.
"It's not convenient to talk here. Please follow me."
The two young men from Bai palace followed the old man and stepped out one step at a time.
Breeze blowing, thousands of peach trees swaying, around like an endless pink sea, the air is also filled with a faint fragrance of peach blossom.
In summer, the northwest Shenjing city gradually enters winter, but the deep part of Daogong is still full of spring.
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In the Daogong self-cultivation class, all the new disciples prick up their ears and listen carefully. Even the thin people who have always been absent-minded and don't really care about it all have their eyes shining. The skinny people who have lived in the glass city in the far north snow plain since childhood are very keen on this dense, warm and humid land of Southern barbarians. As time went by and a class was coming to an end, the old gentleman behind the desk patted his hands and asked a question: "now, who can tell me, is there a road in the land of Nanman?" The old gentleman had a gentle and mellow voice, with a little solemnity. After his voice dropped, all the disciples below fell into silence. Is there a way in the land of Nanman? This is actually extremely difficult to answer. It is said that there is a way, but the five elements are missing in the Nanman jungle, and even the most basic fire attribute in the road is hard to sense. Moreover, the aboriginal barbarians and barbarians in the jungle do not cultivate themselves, but cultivate the power of the jungle and blood. But if we think that the southern man has no way, how can we explain the growth law and ethnic reproduction of all things in the dense jungle? Is it the story of the sun empire? As a Terran, that's absolutely unbelievable. Therefore, these new disciples who have just stepped into the world of practice are in a state of great distress. The old gentleman sitting behind the desk raised his tea cup and sipped it gently. Then he looked at the very young and vigorous faces below. In the past one year, he had seen countless such faces in the Taoist palace. But how many people could really achieve the right results or stand out and be remembered by the world? The road is merciless, only favor the sharper blade! After that, the old man regained his mind and drank the tea in one gulp. Then he clapped his hands on the table in front of him, opened his mouth and let out a loud drink: "nanmanyoudao!" This sound like a bell, like a dragon roar, like thunder, suddenly rings in the whole school, and constantly around, directly wake up all the students, have looked up to the front of the platform. The old gentleman's ruddy face was full of dignity that had never appeared before. His eyes were burning and he continued to open his mouth. His voice continued to roll out. "Where is Nanman's way?" Before waiting for a disciple to answer, the old gentleman's response sounded directly: "the Tao is in the survival of the fittest, the way is in the decapitated head, the torn liver and blood intestine, the Tao is spraying the blood of the earth. Gentlemen, where there is death, there is Tao, and where you want to survive, there is Tao!" Such bloody words came from the gentle old man's mouth, which made the disciples full of fright one by one. They all sat in front of each other and held their breath. After looking at the circle below, the old man continued to say: "the road is heartless, preferring the sharper blade, and the winner is the king. The jungle law in the Nanman jungle is the most primitive and intuitive embodiment of the road But the disciples sitting here, I hope you can clearly realize that we are human beings, and the country under our feet is summer. Therefore, we are not afraid to practice, and what we practice is to go against the way! After the old man's voice dropped, all the disciples below held their hands flat forward, and then they all bowed down together. A neat and uniform voice came from below: "listen to the teacher's instruction, and students should bear it in mind!" "This is your last self-cultivation lesson. From tomorrow, you will be able to open up a disciple peak in the mountains of this Taoist temple, and formally step into an independent stage of practice." The old gentleman on the desk stood up slowly after the desk seat, and then slowly walked down the high platform. As the voice dropped, the disciples below raised their heads and were shocked. It turned out that this year's self-cultivation class had reached the last class. At one time, they all hoped that the self-cultivation class could be ended earlier, so that they could formally enter the spiritual world they had been dreaming of. But at this time, they all had indescribable reluctance and some confusion. Those who can enter the Taoist Palace are the proud children of the dragon and Phoenix among thousands of people. Their top cultivation talents make them the mainstay of the future of the summer. Therefore, their minds are also much stronger than those of their peers. Therefore, after a short shock, they once again pay homage to the old man who is slowly walking down. "A year's teaching, sir, will never be forgotten by students." "Get up The old man stretched out his hands, gently lifted up, and then gradually approached, and continued to speak softly: "protecting the weak and taking responsibility is a kind of going against the road. That's why the inheritance of the human race can stand for so many years. The foreign tigers and wolves surround him and still remain the overlord of the vast land of China. In this last self-cultivation lesson, I will continue to say that I will not be defeated I'd like to give you a word. " "Sir, please give me your advice." The old man pauses for a moment, his eyes regained a gentle and plain look, and opens his mouth to whisper. "You should understand that there are always more important things that can give people the courage to defeat the fear of life and death!" After half a column of incense, the students exchanged ideas with each other, and then saluted and said goodbye. Once this day is over, it is not easy to meet again in such a large Taoist temple.Wen Xiuqi, the leader of the Taoist palace in plain clothes, sits behind the desk. He always does this. After all the disciples leave, he sits quietly and alone. At the end of each year's self-cultivation class, he has mixed feelings. Although few of the disciples recognize him as the extremely mysterious Taoist palace master, he has quietly cultivated too many talents for the summer. Looking around, Wen Xiuqi stood up slowly. Then he picked up several things on the desk and walked out of the door. There were two people waiting outside, two young people. A young scholar in plain robes, a young scholar in white, waving a folding fan. Sima Annan put away his folding fan and bowed down to the old man. Yuan Bai, a scholar beside him, also saluted him. Both of them highly respected the master of the Taoist palace, who quietly cultivated his son. They all said: "Mr. Wen is so old, but he still preaches in person. I admire him." Wen Xiuqi, the head of the Daogong palace, looked at the two young people in front of him, and his face showed a trace of surprise. Then he spoke softly: "where are you from?" Sima Annan got up, and with a smile, he replied, "we are from the White Emperor's palace!" "It is said that the young invincible majesty has the same young imperial staff. It must be the two of you. It is truly unparalleled." Sima Annan and Yuan Bai quickly waved their hands and said: "I don't dare to do it, I don't dare to do it. Thanks to your Majesty's love, it's just a contribution." Wen Xiuqi nodded, raised his hand and gently led to the front. "It's not convenient to talk here. Please follow me." The two young men from Bai palace followed the old man and stepped out one step at a time. Breeze blowing, thousands of peach trees swaying, around like an endless pink sea, the air is also filled with a faint fragrance of peach blossom. In summer, the northwest Shenjing city gradually enters winter, but the deep part of Daogong is still full of spring. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
