The wordless monument epiphany martial arts is really lackluster, and it is said that it is deep to use a strong understanding and understanding of the Taixu outline technique to break through and epiphany martial arts.

To put it simply, it was a group of people staring at a broken stone tablet in a daze.

Xin Zhuo tried to shield his grandfather's face and try his understanding, which was about zero, and he couldn't see anything, so he fell asleep.

Not only him, but he found that many people were in the same state, especially the people he knew, such as Jiang Hezhu, Shangguan Fan Qing and others who were holding their cheeks, closing their eyes, and doing pens on the surface, and when they got closer, they could clearly hear their snoring.

The students behind him, except for the three talented students who stared at them and were unwilling to give up, the rest were also confused and asleep.

However, there are also very persistent people, such as Hui Ruqing and Zhao Li, who stared at each other, and their true qi came out of their bodies, falling into some wonderful state.

There is also a group of casual cultivators, who seem to have some kind of shameful past that cannot be looked back on, and gritted their teeth in order to be ashamed or get ahead.

A day flies by in a blink of an eye.

When night fell, someone got up to leave, but found that no one was moving, so they had to sit down again.

Then, whether it's the conviction that I can realize, the strange psychology of "I will suffer if someone else realizes if I leave", or "If someone else takes something good if I leave", everyone is in a state of confusion.

At the end of the night, the snow had just melted and it was raining again.

Moderate rain.

The Autumn Palace Pavilion has prepared umbrellas, enough for everyone to shelter, and a thick stone futon is also padded under the body to prevent stagnant water from soaking the clothes.

Everything was silent, and only the rain was falling and one or two hundred people in the rain were in a daze.

Xin Zhuo's mind was irrepressibly placed on his grandfather's face.

He had a strong urge to get closer to the wordless monument to see what was going on.

It's a pity that there are many people and miscellaneous eyes, which is really inconvenient.

"Master."

At this time, Helian Sheng behind him suddenly patted him lightly, and said in a low voice: "The rain is not right."

Isn't the rain right?

At night, he couldn't see the appearance of the rain clearly, so Xin Zhuo had to lean together with dozens of lanterns under the wordless monument in the distance and look at the fine "rain line." ”

Sure enough, it's not right!

The rain is pale cyan, colorless and odorless, but it emits an eerie glow.

"Blue Rain ......"

"Yes." Helian Sheng's face was heavy, "Qingyu is a Jiazi once, a catastrophe among the masters, and the master will collapse, this is the prophecy of the great wizard around my father, only my father and I know." ”

"What do you mean......"

"The lord of the people will soon collapse, and the world will be in chaos." Helian Sheng sighed lightly, "It's good that the master knows, don't make a sound." ”

"Oh, got it."

Xin Zhuo didn't feel anything about this at all, the human lord was too far away, and it was not as important as his grandfather's face.

On the second day, the green rain continued, finally attracting the attention of the crowd.

However, after discussing it for a long time, I felt that in addition to being strange, it didn't seem to be anything special, and it was the reality of the epiphany martial arts.

In the afternoon, one of them suddenly got up and exclaimed, "Ah, I realized!"

The crowd instantly looked at each other.

The man was a steward of a small sect, less than thirty years old, with a look of surprise and understanding.

The surprise of everyone was not trivial, and the faces of Li Fuzi, Qin Yuliu and the others changed drastically, and they immediately stood up and asked sharply: "What have you realized?"

The man met everyone's gaze, his chest rose and fell, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If my Vajra body protection skill is imitated in the state of a stone slab, shrinking the Jin, Gong, Extinguishing, Qi, Tong and other acupoints, when the sword is invulnerable, water and fire will not invade."

Sure enough, he was enlightened, but he realized the slate, not the martial arts on the slate, but no one could say that he was wrong.

After all, his enlightenment is fresh and refined, and it is different.

The scene fell silent and awkward for a while.

After a long time, Li Fuzi said in a deep voice: "Chen Daxia is very good, sit down!"

"Okay!"

The man clenched his fists everywhere and sat down with a smug expression on his face, "Encouragement! ”

The epiphany continued.

In the evening, it seems that this "Chen Daxia" mentioned something, and a few more people have realized it, and they have realized the Iron Head Gong, the Rain Knife and the Iron Rain Sword and the like.

……

On the third day, the green rain continued, and the epiphany continued.

Many people can't bear it, this kind of stormy and hungry feeling, it's really uncomfortable, if it's not too many people, for the sake of face, some rude people are afraid to scold: "Enlighten your mother!"

Finally, it was the fourth watch in the evening, and it was the three-day appointment of the Autumn Palace Pavilion.

Li Fuzi got up and clasped his fists and saluted: "Everyone, the three-day deadline has arrived, and according to the rules, you should go back to bed and rest." Of course, the wordless monument will be put on tomorrow morning, and if anyone is willing to hold on, there will be some time. ”

Everyone was silent at first, and then Jiang Hezhu and the others, who were extremely tired, took the lead to leave.

Then it caused a chain reaction, and the guests and students left their seats one after another.

It was the Water Moon Nunnery, Master Pujing, who also left with the nuns under her door.

"Master, shall we go?"

Behind him, Bai Xuanji and the others asked in a whisper, their voices tired.

"Let's go!"

Xin Zhuo took a deep look at the wordless monument that looked like his grandfather's tombstone, and turned to leave.

……

In Yikui's room, the beeswax oil lamp was bright, and Xin Zhuo's face was bright and dark.

He had already changed into a dry robe and stared at the oil lamp in a daze.

"You have to remember, you are a bed bug, a mongrel, you are smaller and more humble than shit, you have nothing to be proud of, you have to be humble to everyone in the future, you have to kowtow when you meet nobles, the world is too cold, everyone will pretend, even a beggar picking up garbage, you can't fully know what he's thinking......"

"Little cub, grandfather is gone, the only thing my grandfather can't live in this life is you, get out of here, good life...... Alive. ”

The old man with a scar on his face and as majestic as a bear grabbed his hand before he died, and said ...... Quite annoying.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye before he took a breath, and it fell on Xin Zhuo's palm, hot with a hint of unworthy coldness in the world.

This is a picture of a grandfather saying goodbye to his grandson on his deathbed.

It's a little weird and inexplicable.

Sindra felt ...... Old man, you are a little abnormal, how many losses you have suffered?

But at this time, there is an indescribable strange feeling.

He felt that his grandfather, Xin Aotian, was a man with a true temperament and understood the true meaning of the world.

But the more this happened, the more curious he was about the appearance of his grandfather's face on the wordless tablet.

……

It was the darkness before dawn that the students and guests who had had an epiphany for three days had already fallen asleep.

EAST Courtyard Middle.

The green rain was dripping, and there was no half a figure around.

It was not usually inhabited here, so it was used for "epiphany".

At this time, the wordless tablet was covered by a layer of glazed pavilions, without the slightest water stain splashed in, cold and dead, just as it was when it first appeared.

As for whether anyone has had an epiphany in these three days, it depends on the observations of the masters.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly came like a ghost, standing in the rain, looking at the stone tablet in a daze.

Sindra .

He couldn't hold back after all, how could he endure this thing?

He cautiously glanced around, waited for half a pillar of incense, made sure that there was no one, and then pondered for a while, looking at the well on the side.

Walked to the well, shook up half a bucket of water, carried it, and walked up the seven stone steps to the wordless monument.

The surface of the wordless tablet is a thick layer of dust, and the grandfather's face is deliberately looked at, which is more clear.

His breathing was slightly rough, his eyes flickered, his hand was inserted into the bucket, disguised, and quietly added half of the water from the Mochizuki Well, just enough to fill the bucket.

Then he lifted the bucket and poured it down little by little along the top of the stele.