Lan Sheng stood alone in front of the window, although the expression on his face was cold and grim, but his eyes looking into the distance became sloppy. The window was open, and the still chilly wind at the end of February blew the empty sleeve of his shirt on his left. It had been ten days since he woke up, and he had been like this every day for ten days, and when he woke up, he stood in front of this window and looked at the mountains in the distance, and it was a whole day. For so many days, he only ate something occasionally, and most of the food and drink sent by the servant who served him were taken back untouched. After many days of training, his originally immature and youthful face is now full of vicissitudes and desolation.

At this time, the door was pushed open with a "creak", and Zhuo Hua walked in.

He glanced at the untouched food on the table and said nothing. He silently walked to Lan Sheng's side and looked out of the window.

Lan Sheng sensed that there was someone next to him, and withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the visitor. When he found out that it was Zhuo Hua, he mechanically wanted to bow down and salute. But when his right hand was raised in mid-air, the whole person stiffened there again. After a long time, he barely squeezed out of his mouth: "I don't know if Yuanjun has arrived, Lan Sheng has missed the distance." ”

Zhuo Hua had been watching him finish all this with a warm gaze, he stretched out his hand to help Lan Sheng, and asked calmly, "Lan Sheng, what do you look at in front of this window every day?"

Lan Shengmu replied sneeringly, "I didn't see anything!"

The corners of Zhuo Hua's mouth rose slightly, and he still stretched out his hand very calmly, pointing to the mountains in the distance and asking, "Lan Sheng!

Lan Shengmu nodded, not saying anything.

Zhuo Hua continued: "Such beautiful rivers and mountains are about to be snatched away by the Secret Clan, are you distressed?"

Lan Sheng sighed and said, "Does this still have anything to do with me? I already know about the destruction of the Changshan Kingdom, and my Changshan Lan Clan's royal family has been poisoned by the three sharks of Lingbo, down to the babies in swaddling clothes, and up to the white-haired old men, and none of them have been spared. And I..."

He turned his head sideways, glanced at the empty left sleeve, and said with a wry smile: "And I am already a waste person who can't take care of himself." ”

Zhuo Hua said to him solemnly: "Lan Sheng, you are not a waste. ”

Lan Sheng's face was already full of tears, and he lowered his head and whimpered, "I... How I'm not a wreck. Not to mention avenging the clansmen's family, now even their lives need to be taken care of. I'm not a waste, who is a waste?" the last sentence roared from his chest.

Zhuo Hua still yelled at him solemnly: "Lan Sheng, I'll say it again! ”

Lan Sheng was a little dazed by his roar, and looked up at Zhuo Hua's determined eyes, showing a face full of doubt.

Zhuo Hua pressed his shoulders with both hands and said, "That's right, Lan Sheng, you have lost your relatives and home. I also experienced this kind of crying at the beginning. I saw the annihilation of the Xuanhuang Void with my own eyes, saw my clansmen die in front of me one by one, and saw the people closest to me sacrifice their precious lives for me to live. However, you are still lucky compared to me. Because you still have us, as well as the entire Genting Heavenly Palace and the Seven Clans of the Immortal Descendants of the World. Your revenge is also the revenge of all of us, and your revenge must be avenged for you by all the people in the world. Do you understand?"

With a few words, the flame of hope born in Lan Sheng's eyes was ignited again. Lan Sheng's eyes were no longer dazed, and he asked Zhuo Hua, "Then Yuanjun." Now that I have lost my left hand, I don't know how much I have lost in my cultivation, can I continue to cultivate? Can I still take revenge?"

Zhuo Hua didn't answer his question, but asked him a question: "Lan Sheng, I'll ask you." What is the foundation of our Xuanhuang clan's cultivation?"

Lan Sheng thought for a moment and replied, "It's a Qi Bead." ”

Zhuo Hua shook his head and said, "The Qi Bead is certainly a necessary thing for cultivating the truth, but without the Qi Bead, it can still fly through the heavens and cross the tribulation, and the KitKat faction that dominates the world abounds. ”

Lan Sheng thought for a moment and replied, "That's pure blood and a strong body. ”

Zhuo Hua shook his head again and said, "Pure bloodline can only allow cultivators to adapt to their own mental method faster. A strong body only allows the practitioner to progress slightly faster than others. None of this is the foundation of cultivation. ”

Lan Sheng shook his head and replied, "Lan Sheng really can't think of it, and I ask Yuan Jun to solve his doubts." ”

Zhuo Hua knocked on the window and pointed to the distant mountains outside the window. "What do you see?"

Lan Sheng said: "Mountains, clouds, trees, birds. ”

Zhuo Hua smiled slightly: "This is the most ordinary thing, so ordinary that people often ignore it." ”

Lan Sheng patted the window lattice and replied loudly: "It's gas!"

Zhuo Hua smiled with relief: "That's right, it's qi." Xuanhuang cultivation uses qi as the carrier of heaven and earth, while secret cultivation relies on the sharp blade and strong body in his hands. ”

When Lan Sheng heard this, he became interested, raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Hua, and waited for him to continue.

Zhuo Hua came to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and beckoned Lan Sheng to come over. He pushed the food box in front of Lan Sheng, allowing him to listen while eating.

Zhuo Hua took a sip of water and continued: "Since the ancestor created nothingness, he has left us two things full of contradictions. One is the ethereal 'emptiness', and the other is the hard and chaotic 'reality'. 'Real' is easy to understand, mountains, stones, flowing water, all kinds of beasts, birds, and people, as long as they can feel and touch, all of them are classified as 'real'. ”

Lan Sheng thought for a moment and said: "'Real' is a thing, something that can be seen and touched. ”

Zhuo Hua nodded in agreement.

Lan Sheng asked, "What is 'emptiness'?"

Zhuo Hua replied with a smile: "Originally, the sages of Xuanhuang believed that 'emptiness' was qi, that is, the wisps of breath that we usually inhaled into our bodies. The sages found this qi to be so subtle that it could be stirred into the wind. It can also be gathered and fly against the wind. ”

Lan Sheng took over and said, "Therefore, our Xuanhuang clan uses the golden sun light to urge the Qi Bead to generate true qi in the body, and then we refine the weak wisps of true qi into pure qi. The higher the cultivation, the purer the energy will be, and the more powerful it will be. ”

Zhuo Hua said: "You're right, usually cultivators don't hesitate to bankrupt their families or even kill people in order to improve their pure qi a little bit. This is because the more you get to this kind of cultivation method, the more difficult it is to make a breakthrough again. Moreover, in the last battle of the gods. Xuanhuang's many god-level eight- and nine-rank masters, the condensed ferocity is difficult to cause great damage to the brake-level masters of the same level of the Secret Clan. The Secret Clan is born with a strong body, and their cultivation only focuses on grinding muscles and bones, and they also use fierce and brutal magic weapons. In contrast to our style of fighting, which is good at dominating enemies from a distance, they love hand-to-hand combat. Therefore, in the duel between masters of the same level, it is often our Xuanhuang clan who suffers. Therefore, in previous battles, we could only rely on numerical superiority to repel the enemy. ”

Lan Sheng said in frustration: "Then according to this statement, no matter how hard we try, we can't eliminate the Dark Clan? ”

Zhuo Hua gently tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Therefore, we have to change our previous cultivation methods in order to gain a glimmer of vitality. ”

Lan Sheng turned his worries into joy and said, "So Yuanjun, you have found a good way to break the enemy?"

Zhuo Hua just smiled and didn't answer his question. Reach for a cup and hold it in your palm. This blue and white jade cup is crystal clear, the cup body has a natural landscape painting ornamentation, there seems to be a faint winding river in front of the cyan mountains, this pattern and the cup are integrated, beautiful.

Lan Sheng was admiring this beautiful cup when Zhuo Hua suddenly turned his palm into a claw, and a powerful suction force instantly blew a whirlwind in the room. After two or three breaths, suddenly the green jade cup in Zhuo Hua's palm shattered, and the fragments poured from the outside into the inside, as if they had been flattened by something.

Lan Sheng couldn't believe his eyes, he pointed to the beautiful green jade cup, dumbfounded and speechless.

If Zhuo Hua just struck out towards the cup with all his luck and smashed the cup in the air, Lan Sheng didn't think it was incredible, because he could do it himself. But the cup was flattened, and it was flattened in place.

Zhuo Hua shook the fragment in his palm in front of Lan Sheng and said to him, "Hey, what are you thinking?"

Lan Sheng suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, shook the hem of Zhuo Hua's clothes and said, "Yuanjun, I don't know how you did it, but I want to learn, please teach me." ”

Zhuo Hua smiled slightly, and a cold light flashed on the white horse star in his right hand. With the rotation of Zhuo Hua's wrist, the beautiful green jade cup gradually changed back to its previous intact appearance.