Inside and outside the room, the night was dark.

Liu Heng was very surprised, and in addition to the surprise, there was a faint sadness in his heart.

He didn't need to deliberately think about it, he could already think of the possibilities that made him powerless in this matter.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for a long time, he finally couldn't help but open the door and go out.

The entire inn was pitch black, and no matter the travelers who had to hurry tomorrow, or the shopkeepers and shopkeepers, they had already fallen into a dream. The snoring in the inn came and went.

But Liu Heng knew that if he couldn't find an answer to this matter, it would be impossible for him to sleep tonight.

So he went to call the shopkeeper up and asked for candles.

The shopkeeper looked sleepy-eyed, muttering, saying that a guest room only provides one candle a night, saying that this thing is very expensive, and a candle can last for several days in the past.

Of course, Liu Heng knew that when he was at home, he was reluctant to light candles.

But at this time, how much money did the shopkeeper want, he immediately took out the money and gave it happily, and then he didn't bother to take care of the shopkeeper's muttering, and asked the shopkeeper to ask for a fire fold and went back.

I went back and lit the candles, and the room was finally lit up again.

After plugging in the door, he returned to the bedside and opened the exercise scroll again.

It is still abruptly missing the first drawing.

Liu Heng hesitated in his heart for a long time, but he still couldn't control the impulse in his heart, collected his thoughts, and looked at the second picture on the scroll seriously.

There are two possibilities, he thought.

In fact, it has always been a nightmare that has been forcibly pressed deep in the heart, that is, I have no talent.

Or, as the person from the Wangyun Mountain Sect said, he is a big "leaky pot".

But in fact, the meaning is the same, his cultivation talent is "Ding", there is no meaning in cultivation, and it is impossible to achieve any results or progress.

The second possibility...... He thought, what if the cultivation method that was just this first picture didn't suit him?

Assuming that this is possible, then what follows, Liu Heng feels that there are two possibilities.

One is that the nine pictures on this scroll represent nine cultivation methods that are independent of each other, so if the West is not bright and the East is bright, maybe you can gain something by changing the second one.

The other is that this second picture is a continuation of the first picture, and in the case of cultivating the first picture without any results, it is very likely that this second picture will not be able to cultivate by oneself.

Therefore, if you can practice the exercises in the second picture, then of course the comment of "Ding" will be overturned, if you can't ...... Then the third one!

Therefore, although he was really exhausted at the moment, Liu Heng still wanted to try the cultivation method on this second picture.

In fact, he vaguely knew in his own heart that he seemed to be a little crazy.

It's not the kind of practice that goes crazy, but the state of mind that can't be self-controlled.

More than ever, he was eager to prove that he wasn't a waste that couldn't cultivate!

More than ten years of hard life, although he sharpened his tenacious will, but also cultivated his inner obsession with cultivating immortals and getting ahead beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

If a "Ding" sentence was not enough to knock him down, then now, with the exercise scroll in his hand, not only did he not gain anything after his cultivation, but he was exhausted, which made the powerful belief in his heart unconsciously appear a crack.

He was only a teenager, and he longed for a bright tomorrow for himself.

However, after a long time of tea, he bowed his head in disappointment.

He had already worked very hard and carefully to observe this second picture, and he was more serious than when he observed the first picture just now, I don't know how many times.

However, the red line on the second picture, which symbolizes the aura of heaven and earth, is still motionless, and the picture has always been there, with a dignified expression, but it has not been broken into Liu Heng's divine consciousness like the first picture just now.

After a long while, he looked up, and there was an indescribable darkness and bitterness in his eyes.

But after thinking about it, he spread the scroll again and looked at the third drawing.

And then there's the fourth.

Time passed slowly, until the east began to glow faintly, and the second candle was almost burning, that he finally sighed in despair, and carefully rewound the scroll, tied the rope, and put it in his bosom.

When he looked up, his eyes were red.

Tired and lost.

He collapsed on the bed, thinking, "Perhaps, I'm just slow in cultivating?" Others may be able to achieve post-cultivation achievements all at once, but it will take me a long, long time?

And the reason why I tried the remaining eight pictures couldn't do it only shows that the relationship between these nine pictures is really a kind of continuity. If you don't get anything from cultivating the first picture, or if you don't achieve a certain result, you won't even have the possibility of learning the second picture?

"Probably!" he thought, exhausted.

But no matter what excuse comes up with deep down to comfort yourself temporarily, the deep loss and helplessness in your heart, as well as the gloomy prospect that can be expected, are like poisonous snakes, gnawing at the confidence that was once incomparably powerful in your heart, but now there is a trace of cracks.

He closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

I forgot to blow out the candles.

But not long after, it seemed that he was asleep, and the inn had already begun to have shopkeepers, shopkeepers and travelers getting up and moving, but he suddenly turned over and sat up.

The eyes were still red and red, they had not slept all night, and they had been exhausted.

But at this moment, there was no depression and loss in his red eyes, but just an indescribable stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

He whispered to himself, "It must be like this." ”

"I just need to keep trying!"

Mr. Huang said that where there is a will, there is a way, and hard work pays off.

I'm just getting started, how can I not succeed and lose my mind?

............

Thinking about this, Liu Heng suddenly felt that his mood suddenly opened.

He rolled out of bed and paced slowly around the room.

As he walked, his thoughts flew forward, and his eyes became more and more determined.

This time I returned home, the road is long, and this time I practiced, the road is also long.

But it's a good opportunity to sharpen yourself.

If you don't go through washing and grinding, the sharp weapon can also decay, and you can sharpen it diligently, even if the stubborn stone becomes a big tool.

Every hardship in life and every bump in the road ahead is just an opportunity to sharpen one's mind! Those who give up easily are not enough to talk about success, and those who are indomitable are qualified to laugh at success or failure.

............

After sorting out his thoughts and regaining his determination, Liu Heng took a deep breath, took the initiative to open the door, greeted the shopkeeper, and asked him to wake him up before lunch, and then reinserted the door, and fell on the bed without even taking off his clothes, closing his eyes.

It's just that before he went to sleep, he was already in a daze, but a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: This time back, Cheng Yunsu and they have the disease of the sword, they must have already arrived in Xianyang City, but I don't know if they have entered the city? What is the situation now?