Listening to Mr. Yang's words, Master Feng also frowned, there was no other better way.

"Master, don't worry, you teach me spells, I just don't go out and cause trouble!" Qian Xiu said on the side.

"Hey, humble cultivation, it's not that the teacher doesn't want to teach you. It's just that when you have an angry attack, it's not something you can control at will. Mr. Yang explained.

"Big brother, why don't you teach him how you want, and our brothers watch him in shifts?" said Master Feng.

"No, no, the tiger still has time to nap! He is a big living person, how can we watch it?" Mr. Yang immediately rejected Master Feng's proposal.

The atmosphere became a little heavy, as the three of them couldn't think of a good solution. They all sat in the meditation room and bowed their heads in contemplation. After a while, Master Feng actually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked it himself.

"This master is also good enough to follow the trend, and he can even smoke!" Qian Xiu thought to himself.

After a while, Master Feng finished sucking one. The smell of tobacco immediately filled the room. Since Mr. Yang does not smoke, he smelled the pungent smell of tobacco and coughed involuntarily.

"When I was young, I always said that you, how old are you now, and you can't quit this smoking!" Mr. Yang continued with concern: "Qian Xiu, go and open the window to disperse the smell of smoke." ”

When Qian Xiu heard Master's command, he immediately got up and wanted to open the window.

"Big brother, what did you say just now?" Master Feng suddenly asked excitedly.

"I told you to quit smoking, what's wrong?" Mr. Yang was also puzzled by Master Feng's questioning, and asked rhetorically.

"No, not that. What's next?" Master Feng did not answer Mr. Yang's question. Still asked.

"What's wrong with the next sentence?"

"No, in the next sentence?" the Wind Master continued.

"Next sentence, it's gone. What are you talking about?" Mr. Yang wondered.

"When you were talking just now, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in my mind, and I seemed to think of something, why can't I think of it now?" Master Wind shook his head and explained.

Qian Xiu, who was sitting on the side, thought back to Master's words for a while, and immediately replied, "Uncle Feng, what's wrong with what my Master said next time is "scattering the smell of smoke"?"

"Yes, yes, that's it, I remember!" Master Feng immediately said excitedly like a child: "Big brother, you say, the anger on Qian Xiu's body is not like this colorless and invisible tobacco smell?"

"What? Tobacco smells, it smells angry. What the hell are you trying to say?" Mr. Yang was completely confused by Master Feng's words. Anxiously urged.

"Angry, tobacco-smelling, colorless and invisible, open the window, smoke smells!" Qian Xiu also muttered to himself on the side. Suddenly, Qian Xiu flashed a pair of big smart eyes, and said excitedly: "Master, I seem to understand Uncle Feng's meaning a little. ”

"What kind of dumb riddle are you old and young?" Qianxiu, say quickly?" Mr. Yang asked angrily. Master Feng also looked at Qian Xiu with expectant eyes.

"Master, Uncle Feng said that the anger on my body is like the smell of smoke. And if you want to open the window to let the smell of smoke out, it is equivalent to dissolving the anger on me. Since we can't defuse the anger in me, why don't we do the opposite. Like the smell of smoke, shut it up in the meditation room? Uncle Feng, is that what you mean?"

"Hehe, the children can be taught, and the children can be taught!" Master Feng patted Qian Xiu's shoulder and said approvingly: "Big brother, that's what I mean. Since we can't defuse the anger now, we can only find a way to suppress it. ”

"Do you mean to suppress the anger in Qian Xiu's body for the time being? yes, why didn't I think of that?" Mr. Yang said with annoyance.

"Haha, you call it care, and you've been thinking about how to resolve it?" Master Feng said with a smile: "With the cultivation of our brothers, it is easy to suppress the anger on Qian Xiu's body. However, although it is temporarily solved, it will also bury a big hidden danger for Qian Xiu. ”

"Do you mean that if the day he runs out of mana in the future, the anger will immediately dominate the body of the humble cultivator?" asked Mr. Yang.

"Yes, now the mana in Qian Xiu's body is very small, and the anger is still very comfortable in his body. If the two of us suppress the anger for the sake of humble cultivation, we must infuse mana into the eight veins of his strange meridians. Use mana to wrap the aura in a clump, and finally, send it to the dantian of humble cultivation.

If it does so, it will regard mana as its enemy, and will always want to escape from the encirclement of mana. Only when the mana of humble cultivation is getting higher and higher can it form an absolute suppression of the aura. When the mana of humble cultivation in the future is strong enough to dissolve the anger, he can slowly dissolve the anger bit by bit like peeling off the cocoon. And the humble cultivation at that time can be a blessing in disguise,......"

However, this is also a double-edged sword, if Qian Xiu has not completely refined the anger qi, when the mana is exhausted, the anger will completely occupy the body of the Qian Xiu, and the Qian Xiu at that time is definitely another person, there is no good and evil in his eyes, let alone what should be done. Only blood, only killing. Master Wind explained.

"This is equivalent to burying a timed ** in the child's body?" Mr. Yang sighed: "But now it seems that there is really no better way than this." ”

Qian Xiu listened to the conversation between the two on the side. But he knew that he had no right to decide the matter. I can only wait anxiously for Mr. Yang's final choice.

I saw Mr. Yang pacing back and forth in the meditation room with his hands behind his back. Sometimes I bow my head and ponder, sometimes I look up to the sky and sigh! I am making difficult choices in my heart. Master Feng's eyes followed Mr. Yang's figure back and forth.

"Nan Wu Amitabha," Master Feng suddenly shouted a Buddha horn and continued: "Yang Zhenzong, you must know the things of the world: when you are decided, you will not be disturbed, and when you are decided, you will continue to suffer from it!

At this time, Mr. Yang, who happened to walk to Master Feng's side, immediately stood still: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Ge Xiangshan, the poor Dao has made up his mind, and everything is subject to the destiny of heaven!"

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled, and slowly sat down. Mr. Yang (Yang Zhenzong) and Master Feng once again found the feeling of joining hands in the rivers and lakes when they were young and sharing weal and woe and the tacit understanding of having a soul!

Qian Xiu was baffled by the dramatic actions and words of these two elders, and said secretly: "What's wrong with these two people, why did they suddenly become so formal, and they both call each other's common names?"

"Brother Xian," Yang Zhenzong said slowly, "My name has not been mentioned for decades, and I haven't even told Qian Xiu." Hey! Thinking about my life, I am really ashamed of my father! I am ashamed of the successive sect masters of the Baiyue Sect! I am ashamed of my name!"

"Eh, big brother, what are you talking about? I think back then, when you mentioned your "Immortal Hand Yang Zhenzong" in the Xuanmen, no one knows, and who doesn't know!

"Hey, don't put gold on my face, no matter how famous I was back then, I never dared to show the true face of Sect Master Baiyue. Yang Zhenzong continued: Back then, "In order to eradicate the demon of that cult, after that great war. Xiuru died tragically, you and I were seriously injured, and I returned to the Northeast to recuperate in discouragement. I wanted to be lonely and old like this, and I didn't care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Fortunately, God treated me well, and let me meet this child. He made me rekindle the fire of revival in my heart again! If I can see Bai Yue flourish and other Xuanmen surrender in my lifetime, then I can turn a blind eye!"

"Oh, it turns out that Master's name is really Yang Zhenzong, and he also has the nickname "Immortal Hand". Come to think of it, when Master was young, he must have made a name for himself in the Xuanmen, otherwise he would not have been given the title of "Immortal"!" Qian Xiu secretly thought: "Xiuru, who is it? And who is the cult demon that Master is talking about? What terrifying strength that big devil must have! It can actually severely damage the combination of Master, Master Feng, and another person. And the other person paid with his life?"