Since the absence of the Gujing Temple, only the first two years of the ten years have been the senior brother Qi Changqing is playing the role of the elder brother and the elder brother, teaching him for more than a year, during which the old Taoist and the uncle rarely asked, and then the senior brother left for a few years, the two of them occasionally pointed out to the lack of one or two but it is also a little pitiful, basically Xiang Que spent a lot of time in the pavilion to familiarize himself with the scriptures and spells, alone to figure out, even if there is something he doesn't understand, he is also thinking with a bitter face, and the old Tao continues to be his hands-off shopkeeper.

This situation continued until Xiang Que went down the mountain and did not change, and the Master led the door to practice in an individual, and the cultivation of Xiang Que really relied on himself.

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"Do you know why you have been in Gujingguan for so many years, your senior uncle and I have never given you any guidance in your cultivation, and even your senior brother has only played a role in laying the foundation for you, and he has not interfered with you too much in the in-depth practice of magic" Lao Dao got up with his hands behind his back and walked outside the courtyard.

Xiang Que snorted, followed his footsteps, and said calmly: "I don't know, but at least I understand that this aspect is definitely not because you are lazy, but there are other reasons"

Lao Dao no longer acts Xiang Que also believes that he is not a person who ignores himself in this regard, this old guy looks quite out of tune, but in terms of responsibility is very important, in order to save Xiang Que from being harmed by the old tomb of Xishan, Lao Dao has been running around for ten years, and every year he has to go to Xiangjiatun to tattoo him with ten halls of Yama Luotu, this state of mind is far from being something that ordinary people can stick to. The latest and fastest updates

"Everyone has their own way, if we casually participate in it, it will cause you to deviate from your own way, my uncle and you, as well as your senior brother, have different understandings of the magic together, I believe you can also see this, can you understand?"

Xiang Que lowered his head and thought for a moment, always feeling that the old way had clicked but he didn't figure it out, just a layer of window paper that hadn't been pierced, but he didn't know where to start with the words in his mouth.

Lao Dao picked up a branch from the ground casually, and then waved it out at will, and a sharp breath crossed the hill in front of him, and a long ditch suddenly appeared, and then Lao Dao's hand suddenly raised and then waved to the ground again, and after a strong momentum, a deep pit under the branch suddenly emerged.

Xiang Que frowned and said: "Two styles, two ways, the effect is basically the same"

Lao Dao threw away the dead branch in his hand, pointed to the long ditch and said: "Your senior brother pays attention to casualness, and the spell is more casual, not sticking to the subtleties, this is his way."

Lao Dao pointed to the deep pit in front of him and said: "And your uncle's shot is indomitable, open and close, the magic focuses on domineering and rigidity, the effect of the two of them may be similar, each has its own way, but the effect is no different, the only difference is that the Tao that each person comprehends is different."

Xiang Que suddenly, the old way said that this is true, the senior brother and the uncle are two completely different personalities, and when they shoot, they are also two completely different styles, one casual and one hard, you can't say who is strong and weak, you can only say that each has its own merits.

Lao Dao said lightly: "The Tao we each comprehend is different, if once you teach you to participate in the Tao that you have comprehended, it will lead you astray, then you will only learn to walk in Handan, and you can't find another way that suits you, understand?" ”

Xiang Xiang said to the shortcomings: "Got a little bit······ But how do I find the right way for myself? ”

"Groping it, this thing is the predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoy the shade, we can only be your guide, as for how to go after leading in, that's your own business, I haven't let you see the classics on the top layer of the pavilion, this time you can read through the upper layer, that is the Gujingguan predecessors after entering the Yin to explore their own experience of the avenue, which also has me and your uncle and the elder brother left, these things you can only understand and not go deeper, otherwise you will eventually go on the road of others, And gave up the path that belonged to me."

Xiang Que looked at Lao Dao pitifully and asked: "You have to rely on yourself for everything, right, I think, I will stay with you for a while when I come back, can you teach me hand in hand?"

"What can I teach you······· And this" Lao Dao suddenly turned around, stretched out his old wrinkled right hand, and pointed a finger at the center of the missing eyebrows.

In an instant, countless messages poured into his head, and the confusion made him feel a little headache.

"This is the magic of our Gujing Guan Tongyin, as for your one, figure it out yourself" The old Tao left a sentence, and the person drifted into the main hall of the view, leaving Xiang Que alone and standing outside.

After a long time, Xiang Que shook his head, and for a while the mess in his brain made him a little confused, and the old Tao sent all kinds of Taoist techniques after the ancient well view of Tongyin into his brain with a wisp of divine thought, which was to swallow the jujube in Xiang Que, and the comprehension had to be digested slowly.

Dripping water can pierce stones, freezing is not a day's cold, things are learned, and it still takes a while to learn that.

After dinner in the evening, Xiang Que returned to the scripture pavilion in a daze, and lay on the free bed with his head tilted and looked at the bookshelves above.

That layer of bookshelves, Xiang Que had seen it ten years ago, but his hand had never reached on it, and he had told him that he couldn't touch it without him nodding.

In the past ten years, Xiang Que has read all the classics of the Gujing Guanjing Pavilion, but the top layer he has never touched the words of the old way, and he has been curious more than once, what is recorded on it, and now he understands, it turns out that it is a treasure left by the predecessors of the Gujing Guan.

He can learn from it, he can read through it, but he can't read it in his heart.

After waking up, the day after Xiang Que returned to the ancient well view of Zhongnan Mountain, he got up early and went to the old locust tree, and it didn't take long for the old village chief to bring food.

"I haven't eaten for more than half a year, do the food in the village still taste to you?" asked the old village chief with a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

"Cheng, it's still the food at home," said Xiang Yuan.

"Hehe, eat more if it's delicious, I'm afraid that your kid will come back less and less in the future, you see that Qi Changqing's conscienceless kid has been gone for almost ten years, and he hasn't come back with a fart, you can't learn from him."

"Old village chief, don't worry about this, when I marry my daughter-in-law and have a child, I will drag my family back to the village to have a look, so that they can see that this is where I grew up."

Xiang Que took the barrel back to the tree, and Lao Dao did not appear after serving the meal.

Then, it wasn't until the food in Xiang Missing's bowl had been eaten that Lao Dao walked out of the hall slowly.

"I'll ······" Looking at the old road that came out, Xiang Que suddenly looked confused, and the whole person was not very good.

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