"However, in the end, I have come to this point with my own efforts, not in vain, do you understand the pain?"

Yun Ci said these words very plainly, but listening to them in Lang Hattian's mind was like thunder.

"There is no real difficulty in this world, and if there is, you are far from encountering it. There are many paths for a person, such as manipulating formations, controlling beasts, practicing swords, cultivating souls, and in addition, there are many others, although some of them have declined, but I believe that you will always be able to find the path that is really suitable for you. ”

After listening to Yun Ci's words, Lang hattian gradually calmed down, he looked at the other party's sideburns blown by the autumn wind, and his eyes were optimistic about life and never admit defeat.

"In your eyes, maybe I'm very powerful, but in this world, there are still many people who surpass me in swordsmanship, and when you are lucky enough to meet them one day, you will know how small you are, not to mention, what I am proud of is not only swordsmanship."

He turned his head to look at the wine-soaked food on the table and shook his head with some pity.

"It seems that you can't eat this meal anymore, but this meal, I haven't drunk so much in a long time."

"Wherever the seniors say, blame me for being too impulsive and sweeping your interest, the seniors' words, Lang hated the sky in my heart, and I will leave today."

"No."

Yun Ci didn't say anything polite to him, didn't even clean up the table, and turned around and walked towards the thatched hut.

"With such good weather, of course it's time to go to bed!"

He lay back on his humble bamboo bed, still savoring the wine he had just drunk.

"Tut-tut, this wine made from fresh grain is fragrant, but compared to the fine wine in the palace, it is still far behind, I really miss it."

Yun Ci looked up at the roof, the alcohol slowly starting to work, his eyelids chattering. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, his eyes widened.

"Shhhhh Lang hates the sky... Hate the sky... This name, why did it suddenly feel so familiar, it seemed that I had seen it somewhere before. ”

He didn't care much about the other party's name before, but now that he thinks about it, he has a little impression. However, perhaps because it had been too long, Yun Ci still didn't find a clue, so he simply leaned on one side and fell asleep with his head covered.

In the small courtyard of Lei Yunying, not long after Lang Haotian left, two rare guests came.

"Elder Xiong, Elder Gao, why are you here so early, please come in quickly!"

As soon as the two of them walked into the door, Lei Yunying immediately greeted them, feeling very surprised.

"Is there something wrong with the two elders coming together today?"

Xiong Zaipeng and Gao Yisheng glanced at each other, but they didn't know how to speak, and the atmosphere became awkward for a while. Lei Yunying knew that it must not be good news, so she had to invite the two into the house first, and served them tea, Xiong Zaipeng and Gao Yisheng finally spoke out.

"Elder Xiong, are you serious, Xiao Tian's injury can't even be healed by you!?"

After hearing this, Lei Yunying stood up suddenly, her five fingers clenched tightly, and her eyes looked at the two of them eagerly. The other party had long expected that Lei Yunying would react in this way, so he comforted her for a while.

"Where is Lang hating? We thought it would be better for him to know about it. ”

"But little God... He's not here now. ”

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know, he disappeared early in the morning, and he hasn't come back yet, I've been worried that he will 。。。。。。"

Before Lei Yunying finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard gate, and the three of them looked up and saw Lang Hatian walking directly into the courtyard gate.

"Little God!"

"Lang hates the sky!"

All three screamed almost at the same time.

"Xiaotian, where have you been, why don't you tell me!" Lei Yunying rushed forward and grabbed Lang Hattian's hand, for fear that he would disappear again.

"I went to see someone, and I'm sorry for worrying my grandmother again."

The two of them entered the house, and when Lang hated the two elders sitting in the room, he had vaguely guessed something in his heart. In the next stick of incense, Lang hattian listened to Xiong Zaipeng's analysis, stood in front of the window, watched the leaves on the trees outside fall little by little, and didn't say a word.

Xiong Zaipeng and Gao Yisheng thought that the blow he had received was too big and they couldn't accept it for a while. But what he didn't expect was that after Lang Hatian turned his head, his face was actually very calm, and when he looked at the two of them, he even had a smile on his face.

"It's really hard for the two elders, they have done so hard for the injuries of their juniors, no matter what the result is, Lang Hatian is very grateful."

Seeing Lang Hantian so open-minded, Xiong Zaipeng and the others were very surprised, but they finally let go.

"Your injury, we won't just give up, Elder Cui is still looking for a way to heal, I believe there will be something to gain."

The atmosphere in the house became lively, and after some greetings, Lang hated to bid farewell to the two of them, and after entering the house, he picked up the white clothes made by Lei Yunying for himself, which just fit.

Seeing the sassy and heroic posture of the young man in white in front of him, Lei Yunying's face blossomed.

"Xiaotian, are you still satisfied?"

He nodded happily, stood in front of the mirror and looked at it, the sturdy and upright figure inside made Lang Hatian feel a little strange.

Unconsciously, compared to when he just left Nanhui City, he has grown a lot.

In the days that followed, he began to integrate into this huge mountain gate, and practiced with those other white-clothed disciples.

At noon that day, after a whole morning of cultivation, a group of white-clothed disciples sat in the white jade square inside the mountain gate to rest, listening to an elder standing under the tall banyan tree giving a lecture to everyone.

"The cultivation of the soul includes nine major realms, namely the mortal dust realm, the self-cultivation realm, the soul transformation realm, the mind snatching realm, the soul slaughter realm, the return to the heart realm, the inviting moon realm, the fairy realm and the Taixu realm, each of which is divided into four levels and three levels, specifically the four levels of Ling, Teng, Yun, and Sheng, and the three levels of stacking, falling, and breaking, each corresponding to the level reached in the cultivation process of each realm。。。。。。"

"Elder Ding, what about the Void Realm, is it going to stop there?"

"That's a good question, above that Taixu realm, there is naturally a higher realm, but your strength is still shallow, so you don't need to know it for the time being."

Elder Nading touched his white beard, very disdainful.

"What realm are you in now, Elder?" The disciple asked again.

The old man was just about to speak, but he didn't expect another person below to speak faster: "Elder Ding knows so much, of course it's too imaginary, do you still need to ask?" ”

"Hahahahaha。。。。。。"

Everyone laughed when they heard this. The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he couldn't hold back and didn't have a seizure.

Lang hattian was also in the crowd, and he couldn't help but laugh along with this group of people his age who were so active.

"Don't laugh, didn't you be taught when you entered school, show respect to your elders!"

"Okay, okay, Elder Ding, we didn't mean to make fun of you, it's just that these things you talked about, everyone's ears are about to grow calluses, can you talk about something more profound."

"Hmph, talk about something profound, can you understand it?" The old man asked rhetorically.