Long Shulin, four battles, three losses.

Liu Shu, six battles, three losses.

Wu Shiqin, five battles, one loss.

Xinyue Xianyuan was forced to the point of exhaustion on the third day of the martial arts test.

On the side of Langde Immortal Academy, most of the disciples won more and lost less, and the top few people relied on Hu Jianhao's intelligence to prepare a killing move against Xin Yue's elite disciples in advance, and they had the upper hand.

Among them, Hu Jianhao won six consecutive victories, and Ai Changyuan won six consecutive victories.

What makes Langde's disciples regret or look forward to it is that Wu Shiqin, who has the best results in Xin Yue at present, has not met any of Hu Jianhao or Ai Changyuan.

This fact made some Xin Yue disciples a little unacceptable. According to Wang Qi's point of view, in fact, these new disciples are in some ways very similar to some of the college students he has seen in his previous life, equating their own value with a diploma, and equating the reputation of the school with the value of the diploma. For them, entering the Immortal Courtyard is equivalent to honoring the ancestors, and the reputation of the Immortal Courtyard is naturally linked to the light on the ancestor's face.

In this state of mind, someone began to look for Wang Qi. At this time, most of Xin Yue's disciples found out that Wang Qi didn't seem to have gone to observe the competition at all.

Long Shulin couldn't help but ask Wang Qi's close friend after all. But even Mao Zimiao could only reply with a wry smile: "I didn't see him three days ago." Maybe it's a place to heal. ”

This reason obviously does not convince anyone. After all, the post house where the Immortal Courtyard is located still has Ai Qinglan, the true legend of Jiyin Valley, who is sitting for consultation, and it is definitely better to heal than to do it alone.

So, after the third day of the competition, many people in Xinyue began to look for Wang Qi.

At this time, Wang Qi was sitting on a rock pillar.

The riverbed has been eroded by flowing water for countless years, and countless large and small rock pillars and strange stones have been formed. And the landscape of strange stones has always been the more strange it looks, the more people look at it. The shape of this rock pillar selected by Wang Qi is decent, so it is not very famous, and no one comes to visit.

But this pillar has one advantage – it's big enough. It is only three feet high, but the top is wide, and while an old tree grows, there is still room for a person to lie down comfortably.

Wang Qi leaned back against the coiled roots of the old tree, rested his head on his head, his eyes slightly closed, and remained motionless.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, and his clothes were covered with a layer of dust and a lot of dead leaves.

Although his limbs are motionless, Wang Qi is not idle, his soul is empty, the Lingbao fractal diagram sits in the center, and the "self" seems to be detached from the heart, high up, not affected by ** and blood, and also unravels a qiē inhibition.

It has always been able to be in a mysterious state here, and the "Lingbao" was originally a multiplication of "primitive" and "moral", but at this moment it is independent under the power of this fractal diagram.

What Wang Qi is doing at the moment is not only practicing the Dharma to temper his soul, but also sorting out his own thoughts.

In a sense, Mao Zimiao was right, Wang Qi was indeed looking for a place to heal his injuries. Heal heartaches.

Shenzhou Immortal Dao, psychology is not underdeveloped. On the contrary, the Divine Monks' understanding of the relationship between the mind and the spirit is better than that of the earth. It's just that psychology here is not at all friendly to non-specialists, and it is difficult to get started.

Since the Venerable Yuan Li's status in the hearts of the people of Shenzhou is much higher than that of Isaac Newton and the earthlings, it is the Shenzhou monks who attach more importance to the level of mathematics than the earth scientists. However, Freudian psychoanalysis, which is not studied entirely according to scientific methods on earth, is not yet considered a natural science, and similar theories are even more lacking in China. Whereas, psychoanalysis is not considered a natural science, but it is an important part of clinical psychology.

In other words, psychiatrists, psychological counselors, confidant sisters, etc., are scarce professions in China.

Wang Qi didn't know the disciples of Yangshen Pavilion, so he didn't even have a place to do a psychological intervention, so he had to use the local method to sort out his thoughts and redo his mind.

But that day Zhenxizi was not wrong.

He has demons.

After being told about his heart, Wang Qi immediately took off the spiritual ring mathematics that never left his hand, put it in a storage bag, and used this method to shut up Zhenyanzi. He felt that his current state was not suitable for meeting people, so he came out of the post house and came here to sort out his thoughts.

This is three days.

When the sun set on the third day, Wang Qi touched the storage bag with his finger and took out the ring.

"Boy, how many days?"

As soon as the ring was in his hand, the familiar old voice sounded in Wang Qi's mind.

She has been trapped in the ring for 10,000 years and is not very sensitive to time.

"It's been three days. ”

Zhen Zhizi sighed: "It's been long enough." ”

"The Ten Thousand Year Turtle is not qualified to say this. ”

Zhen Yanzi didn't care about Wang Qi's rudeness, and asked, "What do you think now?"

"What do you think?"

"Demons. ”

Wang Qi grinned: "Believe it or not, I'll throw you back?"

"Throw, who's afraid of whom. Zhen Xianzi replied quite simply: "The old man can wait for ten thousand years, and he can't wait for a year?"

"Hehe, be careful that I seal you for another 10,000 years. ”

"You won't. Zhen Yanzi said firmly: "You kid is too lonely. ”

Wang Qi smiled angrily: "I'm lonely? You see that I have a lot of friends now, and I am not inferior to you." ”

"Although there are many friends, there is not a single confidant. ”

Wang Qi was silent for a moment and asked, "What is a confidant? What is my friend based on what you have seen? Also, you are an ancient Fa cultivator and I am a present Fa cultivator, no matter what my confidant thinks, it can't be your turn, right?"

"Su Junyu, to you, you are a 'Taoist friend', you can also be regarded as a 'wine and meat friend' with the same smell, and you can be regarded as half a brother if you are counted as a guide to you in the midst of broken love. Xiang Qi, to you, is a benefactor, a real friendship. Wu Shiqin and Mao Zimiao can probably be close friends to you. "The real explanator talked eloquently.

Wang Qi smiled: "According to what you say, I have a lot of friends who can support life and death......"

"You can live your life, but you can't have a heart. "Boy, it's so strange that you make friends." ”

The boy was silent again.

After a while, he asked, "How can I make a heart-to-heart relationship?"

"It's Chinese New Year's Eve in a few days. "You, try to find someone to do that with you." ”

The boy refused very simply: "Impossible." ”