The private school occupies a small area, only a few attics, houses, one for storing books, one for teachers to teach, and one for Teacher Zhang's bedroom.

The students' meals are all brought from home by themselves, and He Xukong's family is poor, so he is not as good as other students who have the meals carefully prepared by their own parents, only a piece of baked cake in his arms that is as hard as a stone.

In the past, Zihan would have given some of his food to himself, otherwise He Void would have already fallen due to lack of nutrition, but today...... He Xukong, thinking of Zihan's figure running home, felt very uncomfortable.

He had already returned to normal, and his hatred for Chen Lu and some others was deeply suppressed in his heart, He Xukong was not very old and had not experienced much, but he still knew that there were some things that needed blood to wash away, so that he could be completely relieved.

may also be because of his unwillingness to grow up and be looked down upon, his mentality is not ordinary people, and even has some distortions.

Otherwise, the average fifteen-year-old will kill someone...... Or even the idea of killing the whole family?

Everyone is different, different experiences will develop different people, different environments will form different personalities, most people can only be changed by the environment, experience, and can change the environment, control their own people, are destined to stand at the pinnacle of existence.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's Teacher Zhang's intention, as soon as He Xukong walked into the classroom, Teacher Zhang said this mysterious word to the students under the table.

Mr. Zhang is an old man with snow-white hair, a long beard, and cloudy eyes, like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time.

But when you look at his eyes carefully, you will feel that he is extraordinary, and Mr. Zhang's eyes are full of wisdom and spirituality.

He Xukong opened his mouth, "Teacher Zhang", I .......

Needless to say, go back to your seat, Teacher Zhang may have heard about what happened today, and did not blame He Xukong for being late, but was a little surprised, surprised that the latter could calm down so quickly, and chose to come to class.

There were dozens of students in the class, Zihan did not come to class, He Xukong had no expression, walked to his seat by himself, sat down quietly, rumors flew up, most of the students disdained He Xukong, ridiculed, and some were indifferent, the only thing that was not was concern and sympathy.

This is human nature, and there is no need for sympathy with any vain nature, which seems to him to be more hateful than ridicule.

In the past fifteen years, in addition to Teacher Zhang, Zihan also has an old beggar who has passed away, and he has hardly spoken to others.

He felt something, he felt that Mr. Zhang's words seemed to mean something, and he should have said it to him on purpose.

"Ahem", continue to class, I won't talk about academic issues today, I'll tell you some big truths. Teacher Zhang coughed and said hoarsely.

If a person can change the environment by himself, then he is destined to be the pinnacle, such a person, if he is a mortal, he must be a generation of male males, if he is an immortal, he must also be a generation of immortal kings.

Teacher Zhang gushed endlessly, especially when he said the word immortal, the whole person was full of spirit, as if the whole person was dozens of years younger.

At this time, a student asked, "Teacher, are there really immortals in this world?"

The whole class burst into laughter, and some people laughed: How can there be immortals. It's just fiction!

"Quiet, quiet", Mr. Zhang slapped the table, took a few deep breaths, and said slowly:

I don't know if there are immortals in the world!

But I know that there are gods in this world.

Some students were puzzled, Mr. Zhang's prestige in the town surpassed that of the mayor to a certain extent, after all, he was the only one who walked out of the town, and what he said obviously had a certain authority.

At this time, Mr. Zhang took out a very old, very old book from his arms, and there was still dust on the book, which was a dusty book that Mr. Zhang had only recently turned over.

Teacher Zhang slowly opened the book, and suddenly a faint atmosphere of vicissitudes instantly swept through the entire class, making all the students dumbfounded and adding a lot of truth to his previous words.

Don't ask about bad things in the world, there are gods in your head. This was the first sentence recorded in the book, and it attracted the attention of all the students, including He Void.

Teacher Zhang read out everything recorded in the book endlessly.

Before the unknown years there was a war, known as the War of the Gods.

That battle lasted for endless years, the sky fell apart, the sun and the moon were gone, the world was shattered, the outer demons won, and our gods were destroyed.

God is destroyed, the law is broken, how can the immortals exist, there is no god in the three feet of the head, only the Tao is eternal and shines on the world.

Teacher Zhang's words seemed to state a fact, full of a convincing magic, the students were all fifteen or sixteen years old, already had the ability to think independently, but no one present raised the words of questioning.

There are only a few numbers in the book, but the book is very thick, dozens of pages, and then Mr. Zhang opened another page, on which is a record of a pattern.

A divine bird, the lifelike figure of the book clearly emerged, but it was erased by the years of the glory it should have.

The sacred bird is colorful and has three heads, each of which is shining golden. The claws were sharp, as if they were about to erupt with endless flames.

There should be text at the bottom of the pattern, but it is different from today's font, and even Mr. Zhang does not recognize it.

There is no god in the three feet of the head, and only the Tao shines on the world eternally.

I guess the meaning of this sentence is that although the gods no longer exist, a new system has emerged, called the Tao.

Teacher Zhang seemed to be dozens of years younger, and his eyes burst out with brilliance. All the students were fascinated and forgot about the passage of time.

The biggest touch in the academy was He Void, the figure of that pattern, he had seen, more than once in his dreams, he could see a lot of beasts like Mount Tai, each of them burst out with a power that could almost destroy the world.

The dream was incomparably blurry, making it difficult for people to remember, but at this time, the divine bird on the pattern was completely integrated with one of the corners in his memory!

Could it be that the vague picture in my memory is the so-called war of divine annihilation? He Void muttered to himself, but why do we still exist after the destruction of God, and is God really defeated? What is this way!

Some questions popped into his mind, but now he was not qualified to find out everything.

The whole classroom was silent, and almost everyone could be heard breathing.

"Bell", accompanied by a crisp ringing bell, is already noon before you know it.

Teacher Zhang slapped the desk and said, "Class"!

Perhaps this is the only time in the learning life of this group of students that they have a taste of the class.

Gradually, the students gradually came to their senses, and He Xukong kept the pattern of the divine bird and the memory in his mind all the time.

For some reason, the dream he was born with now seemed to be like the battle of the gods that the teacher said.

After Chen Lu came to laugh at him a few words as usual, he walked out of the class, ready to find a comfortable place to enjoy food, while He Xukong watched him walk out of the class, waited for a while, and then took out the stiff baked cakes, and went to the teacher's house while eating.

He had a question, and he was eager to ask Mr. Zhang, he was not far from the age of sixteen, and the town's rule was that he could not come to class after the age of sixteen.

Walking in the private school, he is out of place here, and the other students are laughing and exchanging their own food, and there is harmony!

And He Xukong, who was not with Zihan on his side, looked extremely lonely, no one looked at him head-on, and with an occasional laugh, he came to the door of the teacher's residence.

The door was open, and Mr. Zhang seemed to know that he would arrive from the beginning.

He Void was a little wooden at this time, Teacher Zhang was very good to him, in front of this old man who took care of him, He Void recovered his true nature, instead of the stiff look on his face as usual.

What kind of world is the outside world, He Xukong pushed open the door and walked in and asked.

Teacher Zhang turned his back to him, his back trembled slightly, and he said: It is a cruel world that you can't imagine.

It's also a world full of hope and the future, do you want to go?, Mr. Zhang asked rhetorically.

Think...... But I'm afraid I won't be able to come back, He Xukong said embarrassedly.

Do you have any concerns here? Mr. Zhang continued to speak.

He Xukong trembled slightly, thought for a long time, and said: Maybe there is, maybe not.

Here is an incense stick, which I found in a corner of the West Mountain, and I have studied it for a long time, plus everything I know about it in the outside world.

I concluded that this should be the Boundary-Breaking Incense, lit, which could attract cultivators and change everything in the town!

This incense has a period of cause and effect, you can choose whether to light it or not, and hope will bring a blessing or a curse.

Alas, let's go, your life is not as good as ordinary people, whether it is a blessing or a disaster, you can't avoid it!

Let's go, don't go to class, Teacher Zhang sighed and said as if talking to himself.

He Xukong trembled slightly, compared to ordinary teenagers, he also had too much experience, and he naturally knew a little bit about the teacher's meaning.

After hugging his fist deeply towards Teacher Zhang, He Xukong had no nostalgia and walked straight out of the private school.

Speaking of which, except for Teacher Zihan Zhang, this private school, there is nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this town.

If there is, there is only one, and that is the cemetery where the old beggar is buried.