Lu Yuan was sad in the room, after that kind of great sorrow, his mood suddenly calmed down, he didn't cry, make trouble and hang himself, he didn't faint, he just sat next to Dao Changqing's corpse.

This is the world of practitioners, and death is a very common thing, and many people have to die, even practitioners. In the city of Shengtan, Lu Yuan had seen many deaths, the deaths of civilians, the deaths of wealthy merchants, the deaths of cultivators, and now he saw the deaths of those closest to him. Only then did he understand that his indifference to the deceased at that time was the greatest disrespect to the relatives of the deceased.

Dao Changqing is dead, his heart is empty, he doesn't know how he should live, how he should live.

The sun had already risen outside the window, and it was already noon, but the sound of the dripping was still there, a small drop of water falling along the eaves, and then dripping onto the small hole in the ground. Although the hole was filled with water, the falling droplets still bombarded the hole's location.

Finally I know why, when you see it, it's dripping, and when you can't see it, it's dripping.

The master once said that when a drop of water pierces a stone, the sword also needs to be sharpened, and when your sword is constantly sharpened, it will also pierce the mountain. This is the way of the sword, it sounds like it is completely meaningless, it is so meaningless, Lu Yuan felt at this time, it seemed to make some sense, but this sword needed to be sharpened for too long, and ordinary swords could not withstand such sharpening.

But in the end, it still depends on perseverance and perseverance.

completely emptied himself, and then Lu Yuan entered a Kunming realm, and then his divine consciousness traveled between heaven and earth.

He didn't move, but he felt like he was in the hall, and then he heard, he heard.

Lu Zihao was captured by the mountain bandits of Heilong Mountain, and now it is very dangerous, and these people of the Lu family are not prepared to save people.

Why, isn't Lu Zihao your genius? Haven't you always admired him, didn't you say that Lu Zihao is the future of the family, but why did you give up Lu Zihao now?

Zihao, Zihao's name is really good, but you still gave up Zihao.

"My master, my closest people have already left me, and now even Lu Zihao is leaving?"

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, this day won't be so unfair, it will definitely give me a chance. ”

I still remember a story that my mother told him when I was a child, there was a "Wheel of Destiny" in that story, it was responsible for distributing the fate of the world, everyone would have good luck, then there would be bad luck, and Lu Yuan has now lost his master, so he will lose his only friend?

......

When he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had just had a dream, kowtowing to Dao Changqing's corpse, without his corpse, he walked out of the room directly, and then, he quietly saw the route of the drop of water left by the eaves.

It's really the first time I've seen it at such a distance, and his eyes seem to have come to the hole, and he can see it very clearly, he can't see the bottom of the hole because of the darkness of the hole, he can see, he sees it all.

The bottom of the hole, very thin, very thin, it is about to drip through this stone.

It's really amazing that my eyes actually saw the small holes. I've seen it countless times before, and I thought it was a bottomless hole, but now I can see it completely clearly.

It's just that I don't bend over, and I don't seem to bow my head, so how do I see it?

He looked at the hole the way he had just done, and then continued, the droplets fell slowly, then the water splashed, and then a force of impact hit the thinnest part of the bottom of the stone. It's about to be pierced, right away, it's almost there.

But it's so slow, this water drop doesn't look anxious at all, and it looks unhurried, forcing him to not know what to say. So slow, Lu Yuan wanted to climb down, and then use his fingers to break through the thin stone.

When he opened his eyes, he just realized that he had seen it without opening his eyes. What is this, he thought of one thing, and that was the divine consciousness, the divine consciousness of the cultivator, and he actually mastered the divine consciousness now. It's a strange feeling, this consciousness seems to be audible, it can be seen, it's even very clear......

"I have a divine sense?"

Lu Yuan closed his eyes, then looked inward at himself, and entered the dantian, what was that?

Magnificent and magnificent, it is really beautiful, it is the spiritual platform, it is the first, second, and third spiritual platform, this is a three-grade spiritual platform, and the same three-grade spiritual platform painted in the book.

"I actually became a cultivator of the Sanpin Spirit Platform, is this true?" Lu Yuan remembered the previous dream, that dream was so real, at the beginning, he was very painful, and then slowly improved, and then he saw the picture of building the Spirit Platform.

The construction of the first-grade spiritual platform, the construction of the second-grade spiritual platform, and then the construction of the final third-grade spiritual platform, this is really unexpected, it turns out that in that space, the spiritual platform that has been built is his own spiritual platform.

I have now become a cultivator of the Three Rank Spirit Stage, and I am no longer the waste I used to be. I became a cultivator of the Sanpin Spirit Stage, happy, Lu Yuan was suddenly so happy, and even forgot about Dao Changqing's death, but this sudden joy also made him think of the ins and outs of the matter.

Dao Changqing was about to return to heaven, and he was worried about Lu Yuan before returning to heaven, so he finally chose to leave this world one step earlier and pass on everything about himself to Lu Yuan.

I once complained that there are many disciples of Dao Changqing, but there has never been a cultivator who has exceeded the second grade, and even most of them are in the first grade, and Lu Yuan is even more of a wonder among them, he has not even completely cast the first-grade spirit platform, and the title of the first-grade waste spirit platform has always been like this when he entered the Dao Changqing. It hasn't changed, according to reason, a first-grade waste spirit platform can also be regarded as a first-grade spirit platform, but the power above cannot be mobilized, just like a waste spirit platform. But this is also an opportunity to add, the cultivation of the day after tomorrow can change this situation, so that the first-grade waste spirit platform can be transformed into an ordinary spirit platform, and then continue to practice.

But after so many years, there has been no change, it has always been a first-class waste spirit platform, Lu Yuan really doesn't know what to do. Sometimes I suddenly feel that it is the problem of Dao Changqing, and it is because Dao Changqing is not good at teaching and cultivating, so he has not been able to transform into an ordinary spiritual platform. When he had this kind of emotion, Lu Yuan especially hated Dao Changqing.

So until now, he is grateful.

"Master, master......" Lu Yuan understood that maybe the master could live longer, but because of preaching to him, it caused him to die early.

"Thank you, master!"