Contentment.

Xu Changsheng, who grew up in the mountains, has always understood this truth. Many times if you don't know how to be satisfied, not only will you not get more, but even the little harvest in your hand will be posted back.

So being able to quench his body on the eighth layer, he was already very satisfied.

At first, he thought that the great monk outside the tower said that he was at most six floors, thinking that he had come to a conclusion after seeing through all his strength.

Fortunately, the manpower was exhausted, and the monk could not see himself clearly.

The power of the stars enters the body.

The young man could clearly feel the little changes in his body, not to mention the flesh and muscles, he could feel the surging power with a slight squeeze of his fists. But more changes seemed to be that after the power of the stars entered the body, it merged with his own flesh and blood, and the changes brought about by it made Xu Changsheng himself a little difficult to figure out.

After a few breaths, even the blood and qi circulating in the body were gradually dyed with a little starlight.

Long.

Gradually, the boy was covered in starlight, as if a god had descended into the world, and with a slight groan, the boy started to be familiar with it.

On the ninth floor across the wall, an old man stroked his beard and smiled. It seems to be quite satisfied with this.

I don't know when, the young man who has been cultivating outside the tower has also rested, and he is carving something.

In the middle of the night, a wooden butterfly took shape in his hand.

The boy looked satisfied, grinned, and let go of the butterfly.

The boy looked up at his masterpiece with his hands on his hips.

Butterflies rise into the air and flutter in this valley.

Sikong Tan turned his head to look, his eyes suddenly opened, obviously not believing the scene in front of him. I saw that little starlight attached to the butterfly, and after a while, the butterfly turned into a butterfly, and within a moment, the whole valley was full of starlight butterflies floating.

Looking at the strange scenery in front of him, Hong Nanlan also opened his eyes, as if he saw something in the butterflies and butterflies......

The young man clasped his hands in his sleeves, gradually wet his eyes with tears, and closed his eyes again.

......

Tang Xianyuan asked his old friend.

An old friend also told him that he would stay on this mountain of books for the rest of his life and would not go anywhere. The main thing is that he doesn't want to go down the mountain, he doesn't want to see this place, and it's still very sad for him.

Instead of being sad in the red dust, it is better to stand on this mountain, stand and look at the sea of clouds, lie down and look at the stars, and be friends with books all day long.

Occasionally, I saw a few monks with flying swords crossing the border, and when they were in a good mood, they would meet each other, and when they were in a bad mood, they would secretly give them a kick behind them, which was famous: help them get on a journey.

Not to mention disappointed, this scholar who has traveled the world just thinks that his old friend's belly of knowledge should let the world know a little. I believe that as long as there is a little, the whole world can be amazed.

And in this world, I owe him a lot.

He doesn't want it, it doesn't mean that he can't pay it back.

But did Mencius care?

Maybe I cared about it when I was in the school palace, and when I first came to this book mountain to move books, I also cared about it. But after a long time, I don't care, because what does it matter? It's still yourself who is sad, and this world is still this world.

A pool of stagnant water, unchanged.

So when he talked to Tang Xianyuan, he really saw it.

He got up and looked at the sea of clouds at his feet, pointed to the sunset in the distance, and laughed: "Human feelings are warm and cold, the world changes like the stars in the sky, going around and around, I stand here, settle here, why not?"

The young man who stepped out of the house happened to see this scene, although he couldn't hear what the little book saint was saying. But the young man didn't seem to be so disappointed, in his opinion, how could an old man like a rotten wood be worthy of his long-term admiration?

And in the extreme distance, a Confucian scholar with gray temples suddenly put down the book in his hand and said with a smile: "Good!"

However, in the end, Tang Xianyuan still did not spend the night here, but took advantage of the getting late to take his students and walked down the mountain.

In Mencius's words, what are you doing with a bad old man staying with me? If you change to a young woman, I won't need you to say that I will pull you to stay. As for you, let's disperse quickly.

But when he said this, even the young man could perceive that the short old man's eyes seemed to be a little dim.

So the old man who came from afar left, but the short old man who was still on the mountain was in his own little world, desperately waving to the figure.

Some people are old, but for some, they are still young.

Because he only knew him younger.

So he's still young.

......

Prison Tower.

Nine floors.

A young man walked up the stairs, his divine light was restrained, step by step, and he walked extremely steadily.

An old man looked at the railing, knowing that the young man had stepped firmly on the ninth floor, so he turned his head with a smile, and as far as his eyes could see, the almost substantial starlight automatically dispersed to both sides, leaving a starlight avenue between the two.

The young man looked at the old man deeply and said, "Thank you, Senior Hong." ”

The old man smiled, "Thank you Xu Xiaoyou too." ”

Xu Changsheng got up and looked around, a little strange, and asked, "Is this...... Why is there only one senior? I heard Hong Nanlan say that the people in the hidden vein seem to be above these nine layers......

The rest of the teenagers didn't say anything more, it wasn't appropriate.

The old man shook his head and said, "Don't worry, little friend, come one by one, and I will solve your doubts." ”

Xu Changsheng thought about it, and it seemed that he couldn't feel the gravity of hundreds or thousands of times at all, and walked towards the old man, and finally the two sat cross-legged opposite each other.

"Senior waiting for me here?" the boy scratched his head, as if he was a little embarrassed by his rather presumptuous question.

The old man smiled and nodded: "You can also say the same." ”

The young man understood, "Is it the arrangement of Lord Fengxiang?"

The old man was a little surprised, "Xiaoyou is quite wise. ”

Xu Changsheng suddenly didn't hear this compliment, but leaned forward slightly, and said seriously: "Can you tell me in detail?"

The old man shook his head, "I don't know much about this, I'm just waiting for Xiaoyou here under the arrangement of Lord Fengxiang." ”

The boy was a little disappointed and sat back.

The old man smiled: "Then let me talk about it." ”

"Except for me and Nanlan, the rest of us are already in Amber City. ”

The young man was a little relieved, as long as it was not the worst result, he would be worthy of Hong Nanlan.

However, in this way, Xu Changsheng didn't understand even more, how could he let Feng Buwen be treated like this? After all, the gap between the two was too big, could it be Tang and Song again? Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it could only be him.

As for the other anonymous master, the young man really didn't know.

The boy scratched his head, and if he couldn't figure it out, he would put it down for the time being.

"I'm also in the arrangement of Lord Fengxiang, in addition to waiting for Xiaoyou here, there is one more thing, which is to quench your body. ”

"Quenching?"

Sikong Tan outside, his face also changed, as if he thought of a rumor he had heard in Amber City before, and after listening to it in detail, he found that the two of them were already in the small world of "Hong Banxian".

If he forcibly invades someone else's small world, how is this different from asking the sword for him?

The old man, known as "Hong Banxian", slowly got up and asked, "Do you know the difference between the eighth and ninth floors?"

Xu Changsheng shook his head.

The old man smiled and stretched out his hand to move forward, and the starlight around him changed, turning into dripping water and streams.

The old man pointed to the dripping water and said, "This is the eighth floor." ”

Then he pointed to the stream and said, "This is the ninth floor." ”

"You're using the power of the eighth-layer stars to quench your body now, and I think you've already used it to refine to the extreme, right? ”

The boy hesitated, but nodded.

After all, this is also a matter of habit, since it has begun to quench the body, so when the future is uncertain, it is natural to stabilize the hand first.

The old man seemed to feel a little regretful, "Once the power of the stars is fused to the extreme, it will be difficult to continue. ”

Xu Changsheng got up and smiled, "It's okay, Senior Hong, I think it's good now." ”

As he spoke, the young man clenched his fists slightly, and his fist intent flowed like a dragon all over his body, and the power of the stars around him vibrated endlessly.

With a slight sense, the old man knew how much power was hidden under the young man's small body. The old man was a little surprised, surprised by the strength of the young man, but couldn't help but feel even more sorry, with the background of the young man, it shouldn't just be like this, it shouldn't be tempered with the power of the stars of the eight layers, it should be used with these nine layers, or he was selfish once.

Go open that door.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to think of something and asked, "Extreme Realm?"

The boy was a little surprised, hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, "Good, good!"

He didn't ask how he got to the extreme, and he didn't even ask who gave him the foundation.

Because there are not many people who know the extreme realm, and there are even fewer who can know the stable realm and enter the extreme realm, and those who know it one by one are all people who stand at the top of the human world.

In other words, in the words of the world, those who know how to enter the extreme realm are the leaders of this human world.

That's why the old man was so surprised.

"Little friend, can you bear the pain?" the old man smiled.

The boy nodded heavily, it hurt, he had gotten used to it a long, long time ago.

The old man became more and more satisfied, and said, "Actually, in this Prison Star Tower, there is also a place to quench the body, which is far better than these eight or nine floors. ”

The boy asked, "How good?"

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed around, and the young man followed, a little puzzled.

The old man explained: "If the power of the stars in these eight or nine layers is the drop of water and the stream, then the power of the stars in that place is the entire nine layers. In other words, the power of the stars in that place is, the sea of stars!"

The young man suppressed the shock in his heart, his face was a little uncertain, and asked, "But haven't I already fused the power of this star to the extreme? No matter what, I can't fuse it anymore......"

The old man smiled and shook his head, "Little friend, don't panic, the power of your stars is only fused to flesh and blood, and the power of the stars in the eighth layer is far from enough for you to fuse the inner mansion, let alone the bone marrow." ”

"That?"

The boy thought of something.

The old man nodded and said, "Isn't it just a fusion of some flesh and blood? ”

The boy seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned pale.

The old man laughed and took his hand, took one step out, and disappeared on the ninth floor.

Sikong Tan, who had been sitting outside the tower, also stood up with a "hoof", his face cloudy.