Someone reached out to probe Chu Jiangkai's snort, and when the hand shook in front of Chu Jiangkai's eyes, Chu Jiangkai subconsciously opened his eyes, and several familiar faces surrounded him, Chu Jiangkai opened his mouth, and a wisp of blood overflowed, and two words were squeezed out at the same time as the blood, "It's okay!"

Chu Jiangkai's eyes blurred, and he really fainted.

"Why are you still stunned?" The man who stretched out his hand to probe Chu Jiang and opened his nose looked around, "Come and help, how can you say that you are also a person from a lecture hall." ”

"Yes, this kid is not authentic, but I didn't expect that today did not break our prestige. ”

"Come, lift it up, carry it to the old scholar first, and then report it to the superintendent and send it to the medical hall. ”

Everyone lifted Chu Jiangkai with all hands and feet, and suddenly someone realized that Wen Ruyan was still lying there, "What about that Senior Brother Wen?"

"What's the matter? Didn't they come to the lecture hall?"

"It's time to come!"

"And what are you muttering?"

"It's a pity that the brick!"

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Chu Jiangkai didn't know where he was, he wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't lift his heavy eyelids.

In the darkness, he saw the emerald green bamboo leaf again, and the color of the bamboo leaf became more and more vivid, as if green juice was dripping out, rippling from his eyes that he could not open to his whole body.

"That brick, the president thought it was strange, but I didn't expect it to be wedged into slag by your kid. An old, muddy voice rang out.

The voice was so low that it was like a trickle of water injecting into Chu Jiangkai's ears and flowing into his body, soothing the shocked body. But it was like drinking the Sanskrit sound of a nightmare, Chu Jiangkai was taken aback, opened his eyes suddenly, and the pain in his whole body disappeared.

At a glance, an old man in a gray robe with a stiff figure was holding a small brush, writing and drawing on the brown rune paper on the desk in front of the window, without even raising his head when he spoke.

If you didn't guess wrong, this gray-robed old man must be an old scholar of the school.

Chu Jiangkai knew that at least half of the people in the entire Xianju Mountain were from the academy, and even if they didn't respect their lecturers enough when they were in the academy, no fanatic would dare not give a disciple salute to a legend like the old scholar.

In addition to the mountain lord of the genius of the sky, the current peak master of the peaks has been taught by the old scholar nine times out of ten, and according to legend, his old man's head is a living library, at least in terms of knowledge, no one dares to question the authority of his old man.

"The student meets the pedant. Chu Jiangkai hurriedly got out of bed and bowed respectfully.

"It's just a first-order rotten Confucian, not an adult. The pen in the old man's hand did not pause, and the old man did not look back.

The house is not small, and there is no one else in the house, but there is no room for anyone else.

Except for the bed and the desk by the window, the rest of the place was full of books.

The walls were stacked against the wall from the wooden floor to the roof, and the walls were no longer visible in the room, and this was still the most neat.

In the rest of the open space, there are stacks here, piles there, yards straight, scattered piles, neat as new, some open at will, in short, books everywhere.

The desk in front of the window is quite tidy, except for the spread out rune paper, only a book is neatly placed in the right corner of the desk, which has become the place where the least books are placed, but the place around the desk is also the place where the most books are scattered half-open and half-closed.

The old scholar focused on the writing in front of him, and Chu Jiangkai didn't dare to say more, so as not to disturb the old man.

Chu Jiangkai squatted down and silently sorted out the pile of scattered books closest to him, and he would flip through a few pages when he met something he was interested in, but most of these books were obscure, and almost all of them were annotations and comments on various methods, and Chu Jiangkai had even heard very few of these commented methods.

However, this simple tidying up work made Chu Jiangkai's body relax.

The room was sorted out with a little place for people to move, and Chu Jiangkai finally nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, the old scholar should have finished the work at hand, and the rickety body in the gray robe straightened, stretched his waist, and slowly put down the pen in his hand.

"Are you twenty this year?" the old scholar finally looked back at Chu Jiangkai, and asked casually while arranging the paper and pen on the desk.

"The student is twenty years old. Chu Jiangkai couldn't help but salute again.

The old pedant nodded, thoughtful.

"You may not know that when I was your age, the dantian had been damaged for three years. The old scholar said calmly, as if he were brushing away a little dust that had fallen on his desk for a long time.

Chu Jiangkai stared at him in surprise, his face incredible.

"There's nothing surprising about that, you see, I'm not living a good life now. The old man smiled kindly.

There was a red copper incense burner in the left corner of the desk, and the old scholar took out a sandalwood from the small box next to the incense burner, and gently rubbed the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, and a flame ignited in his fingertips, igniting the sandalwood.

The old man raised his hand to extinguish the flame on the incense head, and gently inserted the sandalwood into the incense burner.

Green smoke rose and a faint fragrance spread throughout the room.

"I don't know how your current state of mind is cultivated. ”

The old man slowly sat on the chair in front of the desk, stretched out his hand and nodded the position of the bed, and motioned for Chu Jiangkai to sit down. "Or maybe it's just a disguise you're trying to hide your embarrassment. But I wasn't as easy as you are now. ”

The old man paused, "I remember spending three years, or more, looking through all the classics that could be found in the mountains, looking for a way to restore the dantian. ”

"My efforts were not in vain, and I found at least eleven accounts of this. ”

Chu Jiang sat on the edge of the bed in a regular manner, staring at the old man, and listening quietly.

"But unfortunately, none of these eleven methods are too demanding on physical fitness or too demanding on the items needed. ”

"Would you be willing?" said the old pedant, shaking his head, "I am not reconciled, I re-read the classics I had read before, and at that time I could not find any books in the mountains that I had not read." ”

"But I didn't know it at the time, but I actually liked reading or relied on it. ”

"Three years later, in the six years I read through all the texts in less time than one time, and I read them ten times. ”

The old man sighed softly, and Chu Jiangkai also let out a long sigh of relief.

"In fact, how can the suffering that people experience in the world be as simple as you and me?"

"It dawned on me that I didn't have to hang myself from this tree, and I even began to despise it. ”

"You may have this experience in the future, you have found what you like to do, those previous ambitions, ideals, aspirations, looking back, it was just like that. ”

"I'm really a little late in figuring it out, how unique can everything be? Isn't there a lot of substitutions and adaptations? Just like what you do now, it took me almost ten years, and you did it so quickly!"

The old man's narration of the story paused, and Chu Jiangkai only dared to speak at this time, and he was eager to speak. "I—what did I do? I don't quite understand. ”

"Don't you understand?" the old man's cloudy eyes narrowed, "No matter how you look at the Wen family's uncle and nephew, they all fell on your hands, although you said that you damaged the dantian, but your methods are not simple?"

"Means, old man, if it weren't for the talisman given by the previous peak master, it would definitely be me!"

"I don't think so. The old man shook his head, "You lit the ring ruler in the lecture hall, and then you lit the first blue brick of the Western Zhou Dynasty on the arena, isn't this what you should be?"

Chu Jiangkai suddenly realized.

"You said I'm right, I shouldn't behave like this. ”

"I can't figure it out myself, it is said that my dantian is damaged and should not have the ability to control spiritual power again, but why can I still retain the method of control? My body is gray and cloudy, and there is no trace of spiritual power, how can I still perceive the spiritual power remaining on the item?"

The old scholar said lightly, "No, why, because there is no record in any classic that a person who has lost his dantian will definitely not be able to perceive and manipulate external spiritual power. People just take it for granted that after the dantian is damaged, the spiritual power will not be able to control the external spiritual power. ”

"To put it bluntly, people are scared to death by themselves!"

"And you, the first time you made such an attempt, you dared to think so you did it. ”

"I also fell into the world's cognition and couldn't extricate myself, and it took me ten years to figure out the truth, and it was so long that I liked to read more than to practice. ”

"By the time I found your current approach, reading was much more important to me than cultivating. ”

"As you saw just now, I also don't have a dantian, I can still make fire with my bare hands, and this is just the skin. I just don't like it anymore, if I spend all my time studying on this matter all these years, my achievements will never be lower than those who have no real peak masters. ”

"Of course, your determination has made you, and you have found an alternative, but you don't seem to have mastered a more solid way, and I can give you a little guidance on this. ”

Chu Jiangkai's eyes brightened. "Please advise. ”

"What did we just say?" the old man looked at Chu Jiangkai and saw his longing. "Be flexible. It's about being flexible. For example, you now need to look around for or use your luck to hit items that have remnants of spiritual power. Of course, the remaining spiritual power in that ring ruler is only enough for you to make it a little shiny, which is not enough. That brick only means that you kid has enough brains, and now you won't find anything like that. ”

Chu Jiangkai nodded silently.

"What should I do?

"Let me put it this way, you won't easily find anything with residual spiritual power, and you can't be shy and beg others to inject spiritual power into any magic weapon you have, right?

"So you have to be flexible, such as refining a magic weapon that can absorb the aura of heaven and earth on your own. Of course, it is impossible for you to do this in your current situation. If you have to be flexible, there will be a simpler way. ”

Chu Jiangkai asked eagerly, "Tell me quickly, what method?"

"Fu Dao. The old man said meaningfully, "Go into the rune first." ”