The pavilion is very simple, the main body is a few wooden shelves, and the top is covered with thick hay, so it is not enough to hurt people.

The hero got out of the thatched pile in embarrassment, spit out a mouthful of grass clippings and dust, and was about to dig He Qinghuan out, when he saw that the old man was still sitting in the same place, smiling, and his hair was not messy.

In the flying dust, He Qinghuan was clean a few inches around him, as if a transparent film had covered him inside.

The hero curiously reached over and poked it, and his fingertips felt like a morning mist, cool and cool.

He immediately understood that it was aura, and it was not He Qinghuan's own aura.

Being able to mobilize the aura of heaven and earth for my use, this is a sign of the realm of heaven and man, He Qinghuan has entered the holy level, and it is not much more difficult to breathe than to do this.

The hero is very envious and at the same time depressed.

He Qinghuan wanted to help him, but he still watched him being buried by thatch.

He suspected that the old man was probably the kind of unscrupulous master who pushed his disciples out to block the sword in a moment of crisis.

"Now the old man answers you, why didn't your father see that your qualifications were not suitable for cultivating ancestral exercises."

He Qinghuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. When the hero looked at it, he suddenly became even more angry.

The old man even protected the chessboard and the stringed piano, and the whole pavilion didn't care about him.

"The truth is, he's not stupid, he's very smart. Because you are a natural servant, there is no practice suitable for you in this world, and if this point spreads, the temple will inevitably ask for you from the Eight Extremes Palace. ”

The hero froze, half-lying there, his fingers still in the posture of poking the aura barrier, petrified.

However, his mood at the moment is like a hurricane coming, overturning the river and the sea.

Why did his father never force him to study?

Why is it that no matter how out of the ordinary things he has done, he will soon be forgiven?

Why did his cultivation yield no results, but he had never heard a word of complaint or disappointment?

Why is he known as the Waste and the Silver Devil?

Why did his father hesitate to choose between him and his second uncle?

All of this has an answer.

His parents and sisters are not doting on him unprincipledly, but protecting him.

Although the temple is transcendent and has no direct control over secular power, the Ying clan claims to be a descendant of Mount Tai, and the clan is born as a natural servant, and the temple will inevitably issue a decree asking heroes to enter the temple to serve their ancestors, and there is no reason for the Yaji Palace to refuse at all.

As everyone knows, once you enter the temple, you will be a servant for life, and your relatives will be cut off until you die.

Therefore, his parents and sisters will let him mess around, and let the outside world pour dirty water on him bucket by bucket, and only when the name of "waste" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, no one will investigate why he can't practice family magic skills.

And the delay in announcing the heir to the throne of the palace lord is to prolong his carefree life as much as possible.

What kind of pressure this represents, the hero simply can't imagine.

It's ridiculous that I will only be complacent because I have a happy family, and I will enjoy and squander the love of my family unscrupulously, which is simply in vain and selfish!

The hero had red eyes, pushed away the thatch on his body, and knelt on the ground again: "Ask the master to teach me!" ”

"Silly boy, if the old man doesn't want to teach you, why does he want to take you as an apprentice?"

Smiling and patting the top of his head, He Qinghuan got up, "Don't worry, you still have a long way to go, take your time, now go take a shower and change your clothes!" ”

The hero used the fastest speed in his life to bathe and change clothes, and even the little maid who served him forgot to flirt, put on a set of student clothes, and immediately rushed to the main hall.

He Qinghuan also changed his clothes, with wide robes and large sleeves, which made him even more elegant.

He sat upright on the main seat in the center, and when he saw the hero, he motioned to the futon on his right.

The hero used to sit down on his knees, his waist straight, and there was no longer half a point of frivolity.

"Do you know what a servant of God is?"

"I've heard of some." The hero pondered and replied, "It is said that all the divine servants are Zhong Lingyuxiu's generation, and they are born with a strong affinity for the aura, and they can directly communicate and control the aura by getting close to the divine relics, cooperating with drugs and secret methods, and bypassing the cultivation of the Nine Rank Martial Arts. ”

"These are just one side of the temple." He Qinghuan shook his head, "The old man has lived for one hundred and thirty years, the so-called born Zhong Lingyuxiu, you are the first one to see." ”

The hero's eyes widened, "Then how did those divine servants manipulate the aura to their advantage?" ”

"One thing is true in the words of the temple, and that is medicine and secret methods."

The hero was even more shocked. Doesn't this mean that as long as they master that kind of medicine and secret method, anyone can surpass the martial artist and have incredible abilities?

Seeing his doubts, He Qinghuan smiled and said: "It's not as easy as you think, how the temple is operated, the old man doesn't know, but forcibly changing the human body through external forces is against the sky after all, and the success rate is bound to be extremely low."

First of all, the servants of the gods were raised by the temple since childhood, and I had never heard of anyone joining after they became adults, so the old man guessed that immature children were the most basic conditions.

Secondly, the old man once calculated that in the past hundred years, the nine temples have collected hundreds of thousands of orphans, but the number of divine servants in the hall has always been less than half a hundred, which shows the degree of difficulty. ”

Each of the nine major temples is only half a hundred, even if they all take the highest number of fifty, there are only four hundred and fifty people, so where are the remaining hundreds of thousands of children?

Still alive?

The hero's heart is cold, and he has a new understanding of the temple, and he is terrified when he thinks about it.

"And you and they are completely different. The old man asked you to meditate and cultivate, and personally experienced the close connection between the aura of heaven and earth and you. That feeling of excitement is not something that I can feel from time to time, even when I have been sanctified.

It's a pity that you don't know how to do it, you only know that you can lead them into the body to temper yourself, and you waste it in vain.

However, there is one thing that makes the old man very puzzled, at that time, your body has become a whale swallowing the aura, logically speaking, it should escape and return to heaven and earth afterwards, but they neither stayed in your qi sea, nor did they come out, they just disappeared out of thin air, which is really strange and strange. ”

This is a question that the hero can answer. It's very simple, it's all swallowed by the star and moon disk! After all, if he didn't have this product, he wouldn't even be able to get a product.

Of course, this matter must not be spoken.

"Will this affect the disciple's cultivation of the Master's Dharma?" He asked cautiously.

"Not really." He Qinghuan said, "It's just that until you find out where they went, you won't be able to achieve anything along the way to martial arts." ”

"Does that disciple still have a chance to transcend the saints?"

"Strictly speaking, you are born extraordinary, if you want to become a saint, you need to concentrate on cultivation and hard training, the old man estimates, with your qualifications, there should be a good time, it should be about the same.

Of course, because you lack the foundation of martial arts, your body is too weak compared to a real master, so you must pay more attention to self-protection during this period, don't take risks easily, and try not to fight people head-to-hand. ”

The hero opened his mouth, but at the end there was only a wry smile.

It takes sixty years of cultivation to be able to enter the sainthood Putting aside the fact that he was born extraordinary, it sounds very uplifting, but if you think about it carefully, isn't it like a baby guarding an arsenal? Before he grows old enough to use the arms inside, any pug can bite him to death.

Damn, the weakest celestial realm in history, this name is really not happy at all.