Feng Jin in the courtyard saw that Feng was getting farther and farther away along the crack in the door, and he didn't lose his wits and broke into the courtyard to trouble him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and walked towards the courtyard.

Looking at the pebble path beside him, and the colorful and colorful various rare flowers, Feng Jin was inexplicably a little reluctant. After all, he has grown up here for fifteen years, and every bit of it from birth to the present day is recorded in his mind, and the aftertaste is endless.

When he was a child, he also wondered, according to the world, he was born with a genius, why his cultivation talent was so poor, so bad that he often doubted life.

Even the most ordinary mortal with the worst qualifications is stronger than him, how can this make him good?

It's not that he didn't think about abandoning martial arts and practicing literature, but although literati don't need to practice martial arts, they also need to practice.

Nowadays, unlike the ancient hundred-year-old court, there were few ways to practice at that time, and no one in the world could practice.

According to the history books, today's martial artists in the Zhulong Bridge Realm were already invincible in ancient times, and the martial artists of the gods were simply the pinnacle of an era.

Don't talk about the world, even the Five Heavens Earth has only a few people.

But now all living beings can practice, the Gongfa classics can be seen everywhere with clear prices, and the forces that are a little larger are not only a few volumes, and the ministers above the four capitals in the three halls and two dynasties even have a collection of 10,000 volumes, and the literati are no longer powerless as before.

In the era of the human emperor, there was a great talent who divided his cultivation into two, divided into two types: martial artists and literati.

The literati practiced, not opening the eight veins and seven hundred and twenty acupoints, not opening the Qi Palace and the Jiang Palace, only opening the Spirit Palace, and only cultivating the Spirit Palace.

At the time of Mu Tian's change, there was only one place in Mu Ling Palace, and then Na Yuan was in the Ling Palace, so he traced back to the origin, and then it was the same as the realm of martial arts.

It sounds like the literati's cultivation is much better than that of martial arts, after all, martial artists open three palaces, eight veins and seven hundred and twenty acupoints, which requires a lot of hardship, so the three realms of dusting roads, building dragon bridges, and passing through the gods are also known as refining oneself and tempering one's body.

The literati practiced, went straight to the gods, and did not refine their own bodies, but in the end, they could also be immortal. Feng Jin also asked his master, such a tricky thing can get twice the result with half the effort, it is simply a shortcut, why there is still a martial artist.

But his master only smiled slightly: "The cycle of heavenly dao, the reincarnation of cause and effect, and the trick is not the right way in the end." There is no so-called shortcut in this world, and there is no fruitless pay.

Today, any literati in a high position wants to refine himself, if there is no way, who will take this shortcut in front of the Heavenly Dao. ”

Feng Jin still doesn't know much about it, and he doesn't know the stakes, but since it was said by the master, it will definitely not harm himself.

The master is as kind to himself as a mountain, no matter what, he can't chill his old man's heart, this is what Feng Jin thinks, so even if he hasn't expanded a palace and a vein for fifteen years, he still hasn't given up.

Practice, pay attention to a rule, but what exactly are the rules? Is it a regulation, or is it a method? What kind of rules are needed to expand the pulse acupoints, Feng Jin shook his little head full of question marks, puzzled.

Along the cobblestone path to his residence, several old grandfathers were there, the master and the old man who played chess were playing, and Feng Jin was instantly aroused interested.

Today, if you see Meng Lao playing against his master, it can be said that he has fulfilled a dream that has been absurdly compared countless times in his heart but is unrealistic.

In recent years, as Feng Jin's interest in playing chess has grown, and he has more and more contacts with this old man who plays chess, his chess skills have also improved by leaps and bounds.

However, the more advanced the chess skills become, the more I feel that this old grandfather who studies chess games all day is unfathomable.

This old man named Meng Lao is either an enemy of himself all day long, holding black on the left and white on the right, sometimes impassioned and sometimes sitting and thinking hard, or delving into some strange chess games.

Feng Jin is very smart, and learning these "side doors" can be said to be like a fish in water, effortlessly, not only a little bit, but also a bypass.

However, in the past few years, he has played against Meng Lao countless times, but he has been killed. After each failure, Feng Jin will study diligently where he failed, so as to learn a lesson and improve himself over and over again, and then play against Meng Lao again.

And then...... made him doubt once again whether he had progressed, whether he had changed his dishes, and so far, Feng Jin has become numb.

However, even though Feng Jin was killed every time, it did not prevent him from growing a heart that was more and more courageous and not afraid of losing.

And the master is an old man, it is even more powerful, the crane has a childish face, and the uncle of the king of Ming is nine feet tall, burly and strong with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his seniority is terrifyingly high, and even the latter respects him "Huazu".

The master's cultivation is a guess, but after all, he has not reached that realm, and he doesn't understand the things of that realm.

How to guess what is unheard of and unseen is completely beyond the scope of cognition!

Anyway, it's incomparably profound, as for how profound, at least it has to be a land immortal, or a relatively powerful land immortal.

When several old grandfathers saw Feng Jin trotting all the way to watch the chess, they greeted one after another: "Xiao Jin, you are here, there are just a lot of things to explain to you, and you must be ready to go out soon." ”

At this time, Meng Lao and the master stopped playing chess, and the master waved his hand, and the black and white chess on the chessboard disappeared in an instant, and all of them returned to the pot.

Feng Jin suddenly looked bitter, even if he ran fast, no matter how vicious his eyes were, he didn't see the chessboard clearly, and only listened to the sound of the black and white pots falling about the same, thinking that it should be equal.

Feng Jin muttered with a dark face: "Master, you tell me all day long that playing chess is a side-by-side way, but you yourself are playing chess here, and you can't win Grandpa Meng." ”

When Hua Lao heard this, he blew his beard and raised his eyebrows and reprimanded: "Nonsense, as a teacher, I haven't said once in the past two months that playing chess is a side-by-side way, didn't I want you to concentrate on cultivation before." After speaking, he glanced at Meng Lao and several other old grandfathers without leaving a trace, and continued to glare at Feng Jin when he saw that they did not react.

Feng Jin saw that he was angry and surrendered decisively, although he was still angry, he still said reluctantly: "Well, that may be my mistake, you didn't say it." ”

Hearing this, Hua Lao immediately nodded with a smile, "Well, yes, you need to remember in the future, think twice, you can't do without a target." ”

Feng Jin didn't feel that Mingli's heart was terrified, the master was teaching him, what to say and what not to say, and to think twice before he could be reasonable.

Feng Jin nodded yes and said, "Follow the master's teachings, the disciple has been taught." ”

Hua Lao stroked his white beard, looked unfathomable, and kept nodding and chanting, "The children can be taught, and the children can be taught." Although Meng Lao and the others on the side were accustomed to this, they still bit their lower lipes tightly, looking like they had lost the coffin.

"Okay, Xiao Jin is back, presumably he also resigned from his two friends, let's talk about the next trip to the East Heaven. Meng Lao waved his hand, hugged Feng Jin over and motioned for him to sit on the stone bench, and said to the other old grandfathers.

Hua Lao nodded and said, "Yes, Xiao Jin, this trip is a road across the world, and I should inform you of the specific matters." ”

Feng Jin sat up straight when he heard this, and nodded, he had already told him about the trip to Dongtian, but he really didn't know how to move, even the master was accompanied by Feng Mou who told him after hearing Uncle Ming Wang's notice of this matter.

(Kneel and beg all the officials to recommend the collection!)