Xichuan City, Division of Psionic Research Institute.

"Come, Changqing."

Kang Tianchen walked in front and took Li Changqing towards the depths of the research institute.

Li Changqing looked at the surrounding environment, the whitewashed walls were extremely mottled, and the corners of the walls were yellow.

Even the chandelier overhead is a little dim and looks like it's in disrepair.

"Coach, it's so old here, no one has come to repair it? It doesn't feel like a place at all like the Rongshi Research Institute we went to. ”

Hearing Li Changqing's question, Kang Tianchen had no choice but to support his forehead.

"It's not that no one repairs, it's that there is no money to repair them."

"The institute is also short of money?" Li Changqing didn't believe it at all, how could there be no money in a place where he dealt with spiritual energy.

"The research institute is not short of money, and the research and development of every psionic equipment is very profitable, but." Kang Tianchen spread his hands.

"The department in charge of the research of old arts is short of money."

"Over the years, psionic research has been hot, but since the martial arts gradually matured fifty years ago, the old art has been going downhill, originally at the beginning, many researchers thought that the old art was a road side by side with psionic energy, but the more they studied, there were fewer and fewer things, and now they have completely become a vassal of psionic energy."

Kang Tianchen shook his head, as if he recalled the time when he was a researcher.

"Otherwise, why do you think I'd leave the Institute?"

"Except for the stone tablet that is suspected to be written by Lu Dongbin himself, we have not found anything of value."

While speaking, Kang Tianchen took Li Changqing to a laboratory.

Push open the door.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang!"

The huge laboratory was a little empty, only two or three instruments were still running, and Li Changqing looked at it a little like the test room in the Chengtian Martial Arts Hall.

"What's it called, I'm not dead yet?" An unkempt man emerges from a massive pile of papers.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties and nearly fifty years old, perhaps staying up late all year round, leaving his hair dry, and the omen of the Mediterranean Sea has appeared on the top of his head.

"Changqing, this is Zhang Bairen, my former colleague, you can call him Uncle Zhang."

"Hello Uncle Zhang."

"Yo, old man Kang, this is the student you told me the day before yesterday, Li Changqing."

Zhang Bairen grabbed his hair and looked at Li Changqing.

"It's a pity, what a seedling."

He shook his head.

"You wait a while to take him to the job, although my research department doesn't have a lot of money, it's still no problem to raise a person, it just so happens that this kid didn't say that he has a good talent in old arts, and he has already touched the threshold of Dao Yun?

"Stay with me to do experiments, have time to write a few papers, and it's no problem to get an associate professor title every few years."

"Bachelor's degree from Qingzhou Lingneng College, this degree ......"

"Wait! Wait a minute! Listening to Zhang Bairen's topic, it became farther and farther away.

Kang Tianchen hurriedly stopped.

"What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you ask me to help your students? Is it bad to spend a few years as an associate professor? ”

"Shit! You're a kid with Alzheimer's! Kang Tianchen grabbed Zhang Bairen's collar and shook it vigorously.

"I mean, let you help my student see if he can go the other way, instead of you taking him to graduate school and become an associate professor at Rauschzi."

"If I don't let him go into research, then what can I help?"

"Haven't you discovered anything from the old techniques you've been studying for decades? Didn't the teacher tell us back then, in addition to psionic energy, the old art must also be another way.

Kang Tianchen shook Zhang Bairen awake with a random shake, and he looked at his former classmate and colleague, his expression became more and more strange.

Finally, the sky laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha-"

"What are you laughing at?" Kang Tianchen's forehead was bruised.

"Kang Tianchen, Kang Tianchen, why are you still so naïve? Hahaha-"

Zhang Bairen laughed wildly, tears and snot laughing.

He bent over, laughing and shaking his head.

"Old art? Hahahaha - it's a dead end, there's no other way than psionic energy. ”

"Your student's lack of access to psionic energy means he can't move in anymore."

"This is the correct conclusion reached by the psionic research institute next door for decades!"

Kang Tianchen let go of his hand, he was startled by Zhang Bairen's current appearance.

"You weren't like that before."

"Of the three of us, you are the one who believes in the teacher the most."

"So I failed." Zhang Bairen raised his head, and there was nothing in the depths of his cloudy eyes.

Only the enthusiasm burned out, and the hollow of the future in sight.

Facing his friend's eyes, Kang Tianchen's heart also trembled twice.

At this moment, he really came up with the idea of persuading Li Changqing to enter the research institute and mix up an associate professor position.

If you can't get in touch with psionic energy, you can only reach the peak of a middle-level martial artist in your life, so in this kind of life, it is better to enter the research institute and mix in a casual associate professor position.

Zhang Bairen no longer looked at Kang Tianchen, but instead set his eyes on Li Changqing.

"Young man, your name is Li Changqing, right?"

"How about it, will you consider coming to my graduate school as my assistant?"

"Uncle Zhang, you've been studying the old art for decades, and you really haven't found any other way other than psionic energy?"

Zhang Bairen shook his head silently.

"This path does not exist, psionic energy is our only way forward, and the myths of the past may really be just myths."

He laughed at himself: "Where there are any land immortals, where are there heavenly court shrines." The birthplace of psionic power comes from extraterrestrial ruins, and I see, the myths of our past may refer to those aliens who possess psionic powers. ”

"The old art, there is no way."

Kang Tianchen was speechless, he originally planned to ask his friends to give his students some hope.

Tell your students that there are other ways out of the old arts.

Who would have thought that Zhang Bairen was even more pessimistic than he imagined.

Just when he didn't know what to do.

"Uncle Zhang, there is still a way out of the old arts."

"Huh?"

Zhang Bairen suddenly looked up, only to see the young man brought by his friend with a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

He held out his thumb and pointed to his heart.

"I'll tell you when I get out of the way."

"Where is the road of the old arts?"

Zhang Bairen was stunned, and Kang Tianchen also stayed in place.

The twilight of the middle-aged man was melted by the young and fiery morning sun, and Li Changqing looked at the two confused middle-aged people.

"Psionic energy is never the only way."

The clock on the wall went until seven o'clock in the evening.

Li Changqing glanced at his phone.

"Coach, you and Uncle Zhang will catch up again, and I will leave first if I have something to do."

In the laboratory, only two middle-aged people were left looking at Li Changqing's departing back.

"It's too similar."

Kang Tianchen turned his head: "Like whom?" ”

"He's exactly the same as when he left."

Hearing the title of the second child, Kang Tianchen's expression was downcast.

"Dick...... Haven't reached him yet? ”

Zhang Bairen shook his head.

"Ten years ago, he said he was going west to Kunlun to find the legends of the past. Later, when Yuxu Peak was lost, the people from the research institute searched for it three times, but there were no clues. ”

At this moment, Li Changqing's back had disappeared at the end of the laboratory corridor.

Zhang Bairen touched a cigarette and handed it to Kang Tianchen beside him.

"Young man, it's like this, if we weren't so stubborn back then, we wouldn't have been fooled by that old thing to do old art research."

"You don't believe my students will succeed?"

Zhang Bairen asked rhetorically: "Then did the three of us succeed?" ”

Kang Tianchen was speechless.

Zhang Bairen lit a cigarette, and his face was covered in smoke

"Psionic energy is everything, and the old art is something that has been abandoned by the times."

"Wait, when he finds that all his efforts are not as good as others' resonance psionics, he will understand."

"Some things have been condemned to death from the beginning."

……

It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening.

In the past, the long river and lake, which were brightly lit, all the painting boats that originally wandered back have all disappeared.

On a hot summer day, a round of thick ice the size of a football field floats in the middle of the lake.

It's like a miracle.

A wooden ballroom has just risen from the ground, perched on the ice.

There are no bridges or pleasure boats around.

There was no place to stay in the banquet hall.

Countless newspaper reporters gathered on the banks of the river, some of whom kept calling in hopes of calling a boat to take pictures, not to mention boarding Iceland, but at least across the river.

But all of them got only one answer.

Tonight's Changhe Lake only belongs to the invited Tianjiao.

What a manifestation of arrogance.

This is undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face to all the warriors who have not received the invitation.

The meaning is clear, there are no people invited.

A genius who does not belong to the province of Bashu.

But no one had the slightest objection to this.

Just because of the identity of the banquet host.

Bashu Province, well-deserved for the young generation of the first day pride.

Those who are born with supernatural powers are given during the day.

Even in this provincial competition, Bai Bai Ci did not sign up.

Otherwise, for a person like him, who is born with supernatural powers, participating in the provincial competition is a dimensionality reduction blow.

"Can't you go up without an invitation?" Huang Xuan stood at the pier and theorized with the staff.

But the latter just made a gesture of please.

"If you can cross the river by air, even if you don't have an invitation, you can go to the island for a banquet."

One sentence made Huang Xuan speechless.

"I don't know where the coach and Senior Brother Li went."

He reluctantly retreated into the crowd and looked at the crowd gathered around the lake, looking at the direction of Iceland with envy.

That's when it happened.

"Ferry, Yang Zhiming."

A vermilion invitation was handed out, and the handsome man looked at the lake in front of him.

"Everyone, Yang is one step ahead."

He reached out and plucked a reed from the shore of the lake, and then jumped into the air, stepping on the delicate reed with one foot, and his body sank like lead and mercury did not fall in the slightest.

A reed crosses the river.

"Xikang, Cao Feng!"

Another vermilion invitation was thrown from the air, and the person's feet did not land, and the majestic qi and blood penetrated out of the body, bombarding the water surface, and the strong reaction force pushed the person's body to fly directly over the lake.

Volley.

Seven o'clock arrived.

Vermilion invitations floated in the air, and the geniuses of Bashu Province showed their magic skills one by one and flew across the lake.

No one wants the limelight to be suppressed by others.

At the banquet of the innate supernatural, you can't afford to fall behind.

In the middle of the lake.

The huge ice has been drifting on the surface of the lake all day, and the summer sun shows no signs of melting, but rather stains the surrounding rivers with hoarfrost.

Interior of the ballroom.

Bai Ci took his seat at the chief early, his eyes level ahead, and let the celestials sit on either side.

The layout of this place resembles the banquet of ancient princes, with the host sitting at the front, facing the hall, and the guests seated one by one on both sides.

The distinction is clear.

Sun Sheng was the first to sit under the right hand during the day, and the position was extremely high.

He looked around.

On the left and right sides, there are 10 seats each.

That is to say, in the face of the geniuses of the entire Bashu Province, a total of 20 people were invited by the day, and the average number of people in each city was at most, and even some cities did not have one.

And Sun Sheng is very special, he should be the only one of these people who did not participate in the seeding program.

Seven o'clock sharp.

All twenty people arrived, and none of them lost the face given by the day.

"Everyone."

During the day, he spoke loudly.

He picked up the glass in front of him and gestured to everyone present.

"First of all, congratulations to you, being able to participate in this banquet shows that you have been initially approved by me."

Arrogant!

The faces of everyone present sank, and the words given during the day were too explicit, what is your approval?

But even if he was unhappy, no one took the lead in making trouble.

Without him, just because Bai Tian is a natural supernatural person.

Therefore, he is qualified to say such arrogant words.

Bai Ci got up slowly.

"Everyone is a martial artist, and the path of martial arts is fighting and fighting, compared to all of you, you should all understand this truth."

"In that case, we don't have to bend around the bush."

"Qin Hui."

Wow.

A huge stone tablet was picked up by Qin Hui with both hands and carried to the middle of the banquet hall.

"This thing is called the Providence Stone."

"It is not only the color of this banquet, but also the standard used to test the will of everyone."

"By visualizing this object, it will generate pressure equal to the user's mental power, and it is the best thing to use to sharpen mental power."

Bai Bai Ci pointed to the nine notches on the stone tablet.

"In the same way, this object can also judge your spiritual potential, the higher the potential, the more the notch on this monument will be lit.

"Today, whoever lights up the most notches, I will give him this monument of providence."

"Now, who wants to be the first to come?"