"Teacher, please see it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Zhao Yichen suddenly came to his senses.

"I don't dare, it's just a little thought." Gu Lanhui waved his hand and continued, "Little junior brother, the vast world, the vast sea of people, do you think, how many people in this world can cultivate, and how many people have supreme talent?" ”

Zhao Yichen groaned for a moment and replied: "There are naturally more people in this world, and there are only about thirty percent of those who can cultivate, and among them, about one percent of those with supreme talent." ”

"You are wrong, junior brother, I tell you, the monks in this world are far less than you think, the number is only one percent at most, but one thing you are right, only about ten percent of these people are talented, and the remaining ninety percent of the people are basically nothing special." Gu Lanhui corrected.

Zhao Yichen was extremely shocked for a moment, obviously he was surprised by this answer, although he had spent some time in the mines of the Peace Valley, but he was born in the Xiuzhen family and did not know the true face of this world.

Gu Lanhui didn't care about Zhao Yichen's thoughts, and then said: "Let's not talk about those who can't cultivate, talent is not a sharp weapon, on the contrary, it is very likely to become an obstacle on the path of a person's cultivation." I've been coming to the academy for many years, and those who really have amazing talents do exist, and they can reach a place that ordinary people can't reach. However, many of the people who have left their names in the history of the college are people who are not very talented, but who are extremely hardworking. If you have to give an example, the master is one. ”

"Master?!" At this time, Zhao Yichen was even more shocked, Yang Tianxiao, who was the pillar of Donglin Academy and the fifth in the thirteen guards of the Imperial Dynasty, turned out to be a person with mediocre qualifications, which was really shocking.

"That's right, the master is the best example. The master once said that back then, he was just an extremely ordinary little disciple under the throne of the master, and there were many brothers with better qualifications than him. However, only a few of those people have reached the realm of masters. Therefore, the Tao sea is endless, diligence is the right way, and a firm Dao heart can really make people reach the top of the mountain. You said that the master appreciates your talent very much, then he must also let you practice diligently every day, be down-to-earth and not rush for quick success, right? Gu Lanhui said.

"Exactly, the master told me just now." Zhao Yichen was stunned.

"That's it, if you don't have a way, you have to find a way, if the sky wants you to die, you will find a way to live, it's very simple. What is a monk, and aren't monks just people who go against the sky? Gu Lanhui continued to drink, looking up at the moon from time to time, and there seemed to be endless sadness in his eyes.

Zhao Yichen didn't pay attention to this, he muttered the sentence in his mouth: "Aren't monks just people who go against the sky? ”

Gu Lanhui stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Yichen's shoulder, and suddenly asked very seriously: "Senior brother, have you ever felt the feeling of being ruined and killed?" Have you ever experienced the pain of struggling in a pool of blood? For some reason, his eyes were red, as if he was drunk, and he seemed to have endless sadness, which was difficult to confide.

"Yes, it's painful!" Zhao Yichen did have such an experience, and when Gu Chaohui asked him like this, he felt a sense of resonance, and the thing he didn't want to mention in the depths of his heart emerged again.

He looked slightly drunk, and said with sympathy: "Senior brother, it turns out that you also have a sad past, it seems that at the same time, the end of the world has fallen into people, why should we have known each other, we have similar experiences, and we can meet again, it is really a kind of fate, and we will work together in the future." ”

"What Senior Brother said is very true, the few words of Senior Brother just now really made me pause, please give me more advice in the future." Zhao Yichen also drew his senses from the past and responded.

"Where, junior brother, we are all people with goals, that is our motivation, in fact, there is still a sentence that I didn't say just now, that is, what exists at the same level as talent, and can make people continue to advance in cultivation, is hatred! People who have hatred in their hearts have infinite motivation and a stoic character, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals! The way he spoke suddenly became very cold, and there was a murderous aura in his words, which made people shudder.

Zhao Yichen was taken aback by this kind of fact, and couldn't help but tremble.

What kind of hatred can make such a seemingly cheerful young man in front of him suddenly become so cold-blooded and terrifying?

Zhao Yichen has experienced it himself, but he still can't really understand Gu Lanhui's feelings.

Gu Lanhui looked at him with a slightly surprised expression, suddenly remembered something, sobered up a lot, and wondered why he would say so many words to such a young junior brother who had just become acquainted, could it be that he was really drunk? Or are the two really compatible?

"Little junior brother, have I drunk too much, why do I feel a little wandering this day?" Gu Lanhui wanted to stand up, but his feet were soft, and the whole person fell backwards.

Zhao Yichen reacted very quickly, hurriedly took a step forward, helped him, and said with a smile: "Senior brother really drank too much, let's let the junior brother send the senior brother back." ”

At the same time, he thought in his heart that his senior brother had drunk too much to make him so out of shape, but he thought too much about it.

He himself has a lot of strength, grabbed Gu Lanhui, put it on his shoulder, and went down to the roof in three or two strokes, carrying Gu Lanhui back.

Although he felt that Gu Lanhui was drunk and out of shape, the words just now still deeply affected his heart.

On the way back, Zhao Yichen kept repeating what Gu Lanhui said just now, hatred and talent are both a medium that can improve people's cultivation, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals!

"Mother!" Zhao Yichen's footsteps suddenly stopped, his fists clenched, and a call sounded in his heart!

It was a figure, in front of her, slapped with a palm, and then swallowed by the endless darkness, her eyes were so kind, as if she had done what she had to do, without regrets.

Zhao Yichen's body shook suddenly, his eyes were red, and his breath gradually became thicker, perhaps because of the accelerated flow of blood, his hands were a little numb at this time, but he felt an unprecedented feeling of strength.

Avenge! There were only two words in his heart at this time, so he was full of motivation, he wanted to do his best to cultivate, and then kill back to the Zhao family, and use the blood of the Zhao family to pay tribute to his mother.

"What the second senior brother said is really right, I am really full of motivation now." Zhao Yichen raised his hand and shook it twice in front of his eyes, a wave of anger slowly invaded the depths of his heart unconsciously, he jumped forward, rushed back to his residence, sat down on the ground, and cultivated again according to that strange exercise.

This ** has changed him a lot

At least, the seeds of hatred, which were not obvious, began to sprout in his heart.

Not far from Zhao Yichen's residence, Gu Chaohui saw Zhao Yichen go away, pushed open the door and walked out, a little remorseful, he almost leaked his mouth today, and it was a big deal.

However, it seems that Zhao Yichen really regarded his words as drunken nonsense, and his heart was a little calm, and after being silent for a while, he walked back to the house again.

The bright moon was in the sky, but there was a dark cloud covering it, and in the shadow of the clouds, the moon seemed a little murderous.