Outside the door of the Wuzhou Pavilion, Qian Duo waved his hand at Wu Chen and said goodbye, saying that he suddenly remembered something and went home first.

Most of them are going home to get money, or there is some purpose that is inconvenient to say.

Wu Chen led Wang Fatzi to walk towards the Heavenly Dao Courtyard with a light car.

Gradually into the night, the lonely moon hangs high, especially bright, and the streets on both sides of the North Street naturally place a bright Xuanguang lamp at intervals, which makes Wu Chen feel a little boring, and it is strange to say that the darkness in the demon domain all day long makes Wu Chen dare to get bored, but now he has returned to the Tiandao City, and the endless light every day is not adaptable.

In Tiandao Square, the new students who came to sign up also dispersed, not because the enthusiasm of the monks from all corners of the city had disappeared, but because they could not register at night.

The thin old man who was currently frightening to Wu Chen was still half-leaning on the slightly yellowed bamboo chaise longue, which was cut across the center of the completely open gate of the Heavenly Dao Academy, but it couldn't stop the big gap that could run horses on both sides of the left and right.

The thin old man's bony face was covered with a pair of shabby pu fans with uneven edges, yellow and shriveled, and he remembered slightly, but fortunately, the snort of the pu fan covering his face broke a big gap, which could not stop the thin old man's normal breathing.

Wu Chen, who was holding the wooden card of the junior grade of the Heavenly Dao Academy, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't wake up the old man to show him, the ghost knows if the other party would jump up and teach him a lesson after disturbing the old man's sleep.

Wang Fatzi watched Wu Chen holding a wooden sign to the old man and stopped, and he was also curious about the old man lying on the bamboo chair.

However, Wang Fatzi really couldn't understand why the old man who had repeatedly confirmed that he was just the peak of the Xuanshi cultivation would let Wu Chen show such an appearance, although Wang Fatzi's current cultivation was far from the peak of the Xuanshi, but Wang Fatzi didn't think that his future achievements would just stop at the peak of the Xuanshi.

Although he was curious, Wang Fatzi didn't ask Wu Chen more, he was not an eventful person, but he still wanted to have more respect for the old man lying on the bamboo chair next time he entered and exited the door.

However, if Qian Duo was here, he would have asked Wu Chen loudly to understand and know the ins and outs.

Collected his heart, and walked forward quickly to keep up with Wu Chen, who was already pacing in the Heavenly Dao Courtyard.

The cool breeze is blowing, rolling up and falling on the ground of the withered yellow branches and leaves, constantly whirling in mid-air, the weak wind is in a hurry, and the dead yellow branches and leaves that have lost their support struggle a few times and fall to the ground again.

Looking at the thin old man who couldn't help the wind, he seemed to be affected by the cool breeze, tightened the thin linen clothes on his body, and moved slightly to a more comfortable posture, with a loud sound.

No wonder the big Tiandao Square is deserted and there is no one, anyone who sees a thin old man lying on a bamboo chair in the middle of the gate of the Tiandao Courtyard at this time will not be frightened and flee.

Wu Chen, who wrote the Dafa of the Terran Divine Consciousness Cultivation for the second time, was obviously more proficient, and he wrote quickly, and the fat man Wang on the side was even brighter and full of expectations.

Wu Chen handed a yellowed piece of paper stained with a little oil stain that he found randomly in the bedroom to Wang Fatzi, who was eager to bathe and burn incense and hold it with both hands.

After getting it, Wang Fatzi, who had watched it several times, frowned and asked Wu Chen suspiciously: "Boss, what is the name of your exercise? Why doesn't it look like our martial arts cultivation, why is it all about divine consciousness cultivation?"

Wu Chen raised his eyelids, but he was slightly surprised that Wang Fatzi's cultivation talent could roughly understand the exercises he wrote after reading them a few times, but he replied affirmatively: "That's right, this is the Xuan Xiu exercise, which is specially used to condense all the divine senses. ”

Wang Fatzi looked at Wu Chen with some disappointment and said, "Boss, I'm a martial cultivator, why do you give me the Xuanxiu sect if I need martial arts exercises?"

Wu Chen suddenly sat upright, although it was on the wooden bed in the bedroom, and asked Wang Fatzi word by word: "You tell me what martial arts are? Don't repeat what others do, just tell me your own understanding." ”

Wang Fatzi also sat up straight when he heard this, and did not immediately answer Wu Chen's question, which he didn't know how many times he had thought about it.

Wang Fatzi, who was immersed in deep thought in his own mind, couldn't feel the passage of time at all, and a quarter of an hour passed, but he still couldn't get out of his deep thoughts, and his brows became more and more sad.

Wu Chen did not urge, patiently waiting for Wang Fatzi's reply, in fact, Wu Chen also wanted to roughly judge whether the other party's martial arts path is wide and how much height it can reach in the future, so that Wang Fatzi can go further on the way of martial arts as much as possible, and look at the magnificent scenery that is higher and farther.

It's just that Wu Chen didn't expect that Wang Fatzi would fall into his own prison heart, which made Wu Chen a little surprised, the purpose of the prison heart is not to imprison himself, but to break the original fixed cage, break the original boundaries, overthrow his original cognition, and do it himself to widen the road under his feet, and spur himself to go further, if Wang Fatzi can get out of his heart, even if he walks very reluctantly and heavily, the answer to Wu Chen is far less perfect than Wu Chen thought, but as long as Wang Fatzi can rely on himself to ask his own way, then the future is absolutely limitless, and on the way to practice, what others give is far less than what he got by himself, not that the former is bad, but that the latter is stronger.

Seeing that Wang Fatzi's struggle with his heart was becoming more and more difficult, Wu Chen smacked his tongue a little, and secretly wondered if he should cultivate another Martial Ancestor, right? But just thinking about it, if you want to become the person closest to the sky, you can't rely on yourself, and it depends on whether that heaven agrees.

Otherwise, since the dawn of time, how many talented people have not been able to take the last step in their lives, not because they are not talented enough, but because the day did not agree, so the Nine Ancestors of the Ages have become a swan song after all.

Wang Fatzi's heart was struggling, constantly struggling, and a voice on the left asked sternly: "Why did you choose Wu Xiu? ”

A voice on the right softly persuaded: "Why do you think so much, anyway, martial arts have declined, why bother, isn't it good now?"

The voice of the left brain continued to sound: "Have you forgotten the hardships you endured when you were forced to cultivate martial arts when you were a child? Xuan Xiu is playing with you, you are laying the foundation, Xuan Xiu is resting, you are still laying the foundation, but in the end, Xuan Xiu easily surpasses you." ”

The right brain whispered softly, not to be left behind: "It's okay, it's okay, don't you see what he gave you is the Xuan Xiu Exercises, maybe it's better to try the Xuan Xiu." ”

Left hemisphere: "......"

Right Brain: "......"

Time keeps passing, and I don't know how long it has been.

Wang Fatzi raised his head suddenly, facing Wu Chen, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.