"The garments are lifeless ?!!" Dismask's brain was shocked, and he felt that the entire worldview had received an unprecedented impact, how painful it was for a warrior who became a golden saint warrior and couldn't wear the golden holy clothes for twenty years, and the teacher, the pope of the holy realm also frequented the Cancer Palace in these long years, and sometimes took Abrody casually to transmit knowledge about the holy clothes to the two, and in the teacher's point of view, the holy clothes are alive, it has subjective consciousness, and only when the holy clothes are recognized, so that they can wear it and fight side by side。 Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, at this moment, under the five old peaks of Shenzhou, the purple-skinned old man with a hat and a white beard actually said that "the holy clothes are lifeless", which simply subverted the concept of holy clothes that Dismask and Abrodi had cultivated and adhered to in the past.

"Prepared to say, the holy clothes have no life, so far, no one in the holy realm has been able to give enough proof, but in the more than 3,000 years of civilization in the holy realm, there are two doctrines, one is that the holy clothes themselves contain life, it exists in the form of life with independent thoughts, and if it is recognized, you can control the holy clothes, and the other doctrine expresses that the holy clothes are actually an ideology with substance and origin, and cannot be embodied as a form of life, it is just a law of development, an order that must be followed, and only by finding this law, the method, the ability to combine with the holy garment, it is clear that I am supporting the latter belongs to it. Tong Hu sat cross-legged on the cliff, with his back to the waterfall, facing the two stunned descendants, and said eloquently.

"What? this ......" Dismask was surprised that he could put an egg in his mouth, and finally laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'll go, what has bothered me for so many years, I thought how noble the holy clothes were, let you say this, it's just ordinary to fall into the mortal dust." ”

"People are always afraid of the unknown, and worship the phenomena that cannot be explained, but they don't know that there is a way in all things, but how many people in the world can sink down to study the origin of the unknown!" Tong Hu took a sip of green tea, the quiet tea, smelled the fragrance, the sweetness of the compensation, the old man looked at the tea in front of him and sighed, "Just like this cup of tea, if you don't soak it, how can you feel its freshness and sweetness, and the magic of the Creator of nature." ”

Looking at the old man's unfathomable face, tasting the intoxication of the tea, Abrody couldn't help but feel a little sore teeth, he interrupted the old man's artistic conception inappropriately, and asked directly, "Then what is the essence of the holy clothes?

The old man slowly raised his head, and under the slanted hat, a pair of eyes squinted at Abrodi, and said, "Look, the waterfall behind me, do you know why it is rushing downwards instead of soaring in the sky?"

Abrodilo looked puzzled, and Dismask, who was also next to him, was also full of question marks, this old man's thinking jumping ability was too strong, is it the legendary generation gap, Abrodillo hesitated, and hesitated, "The reason why the waterfall falls to the ground instead of flying into the sky is because of the gravitational pull of the earth." ”

"Who came up with that?"

"Newton!" replied Desmask.

"How did he come up with this theory?" asked Tong Hu unhurriedly.

Abrodi thought for a moment, and although he didn't know what the old man meant, he still followed the old man's thoughts and said, "The conclusion is drawn through study and research." ”

"Then what are you still doing in a daze?" Tong Hu's eyelids drooped, and he said unceremoniously, "While researching it yourself!"

"Ahhh......h

Dismask, however, held back a smile and wanted to follow Abrody to study the theoretical question of "how the holy clothes were worn on the body".

But it seemed that the old man on the edge of the cliff didn't want to let him go, and as soon as he turned around, the old man's deep voice came from behind: "That blue-haired descendant, you stay first, I still have something to deal with for you." ”

"Oh, is it me?!Teacher. Dismask looked at Abrodi's light blue hair raised as he walked, he pointed to Abrodi's hair and his own hair, and asked the old man uncertainly, until the old man's face turned from purple to black and slowly walked back.

Dismask walked in front of the old man, the old man put down the teacup in his hand, stretched out his hand to the side, and said, "Sit!"

Dismask sat opposite the old man in response, he observed the mysterious old man under the five old peaks of Shenzhou for the first time so closely, and found that his skin was an inexplicable light purple, not as deep as it could be seen in the sunlight from a distance, he was wearing an old oriental robe, and there were two "tadpoles" embroidered on his chest, one white and one black, intertwined together, and the hands under the shriveled skin were slowly adjusting the tea set, pouring some tea leaves from the tea box into the purple clay pot, and then putting the kettle on the iron rack.

At this time, the old man raised his head, looked at Dismask, and said, "Okay, use your flame to make a pot of tea for me, the temperature should be suitable, the heat should be enough, keep it at 30 to 60 degrees Celsius for the first five minutes, and slowly heat it to 100 degrees Celsius for the next five minutes, until the aroma overflows, and gradually reduce the temperature until the flame disappears." ”

When Dismask heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "But my flame is a corpse gas, a cold flame, and a ...... without temperature."

"You stupid, just use ordinary flames, who let you use Ghost Cangyan!" Tong Hu glanced at him.

"Oh......" After hearing this, Dismask snapped his fingers, and with a "boom", he jumped more than half a person high from his fingertips, and burned the hat of Tong Hu on the side, but the hat was stunned and did not burn.

Dis Musk glanced at Uncle Tonghu, whose face was a little blackened, smiled awkwardly, and then hurriedly concentrated on the flame in his hand, constantly controlling, compressing, concentrating, and compressing again until the flame turned into a finger-sized flame, gently grilling under the purple clay pot.

"Temperature, pay attention to the temperature. Tong Hu nodded with satisfaction, it is so easy to control the flame flexibly, this talent and domain ability are also good.

Dis Musk stared at the flame in his hand, slowly compressed, gradually becoming smaller, the red flame had become the size of a fingernail, and Dis couldn't help but exhale lightly.

"The size of the flame does not represent the strength of the contained energy, you just compress the flame to a point, although the flame gradually becomes smaller, but its destructive power is unchanged!" Tong Hu looked at the purple clay pot butt was burning red, and said with his eyelids jumping. He regretted using his beloved purple clay pot as a test subject.

After a while, the red flame was sometimes big and sometimes small, and the energy contained in it was constantly changing, Dismask stared at the flame in his hand without blinking his eyes, but it just couldn't make it stay at a considerable temperature. Either it's too strong, or it's too hot, and the anxious Dis Musk is sweating profusely.

"Feel with your heart, control with your heart, don't stare with your eyes, beat with your feelings, and first adjust the temperature to between 30 and 60 degrees. Tong Hu's deep words came from the side.

After hearing this, Dismask gently closed his eyes, in the darkness, he felt something slightly beating and swaying on his fingers, he knew that it was a flame, he gradually relaxed his body, slowly retracted his strength, collected more, and then increased, and so on and on, and so on, and again, and so on, ......and so on,

But the flame is not as imagined, can be so subtle to dominate, they are like a group of naughty children, disobedient to discipline, so active, not to mention easy to control, Dis Musk kept trying, trying hard, until the color of the flame became lighter, the energy contained in it became sparse, about the feeling should be forty or fifty degrees, he excitedly shouted, "I succeeded, teacher!