"What do you think people live for?" sat an old man with a white beard next to me, who suddenly opened his mouth to speak. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I twisted my neck and glanced around at the crowd of trash-like pedestrians, and ...... I'm pretty sure he's talking to me.

"Of course, people live to satisfy their desires and put their feelings in a good situation. "I found this answer to this question in my mind in an instant.

Two people sat on a wooden chair on the side of the street. An old man and a teenager.

The old man's eyes were wrapped in loose eyelids, and he could barely see the eyeballs, and he suddenly squeezed the wrinkles on his face together and pointed them at me. Was he laughing?

He opened his mouth and said, "In order to satisfy your desires and put your feelings in a good situation?"

After speaking, he rubbed his thin legs, smiled slightly, and looked at the bustling crowd around him with a wrinkled face: "It's not wrong to answer this way, people are indeed chasing things that make them feel good." But it doesn't feel like a single word 'good' or 'bad' can sum it up. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but nod my head and agree with what the old man said. I seemed to be infected by him, and I rubbed my hands on my lap and looked at the bustling crowd of pedestrians. Indeed, many times, it feels like it is not something that can be summed up simply by the words "good" and "bad".

I heard that if a monk cultivates to the extreme, he can live forever in the world and possess great power.

A year ago, when I was found out at the seminary academy that I had the necessary "roots" to become a monk, how happy my family was, how envious my classmates were, Liu Yun'er was also very happy, and the town government gave my family a lot of benefits. In the limelight, I was assigned to Fangming College, the only monastic college in Changzhou, to learn how to become a qualified monk.

Maybe it's because my qualifications are really low, and I've been practicing for almost a year with a copy of "Tuna Decision", but I'm still stuck in the first-level warlock and can't enter anymore.

I asked the teacher, and the teacher said that the early practice of vitality into the body and hoarding in the dantian is the most important and basic practice technique for monks. It's extremely simple, you only need to meditate and sense the vitality of heaven and earth, guide it into the body, and then run a small week according to the order of the meridians in the "Tuna Decision", and hoard the absorbed vitality into the dantian.

However, due to different qualifications, the speed and purity of absorbing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into the body will be different.

In the end, the teacher only said, "Your qualifications are too poor. ”

In this way, you will continue to absorb your vitality into your body and improve your vitality cultivation. There are no shortcuts. Only continuous efforts and perseverance.

This year, in order to live up to my parents' expectations and driven by my desire to become a powerful monk, how could I ever be lazy? Day after day, day and night, I meditated and practiced in the dormitory. However, it turned out to be like this, I couldn't even cultivate as a second-level warlock.

My feeling is that it can be summed up in a simple word "good" or "bad"?

The next moment, I was suddenly stunned, how did he know what I was thinking? I didn't even open my mouth to answer his question.

Why is this old man gone?

I jumped up from the bench on the side of the street, twisted my neck and kept looking around at the many pedestrians who looked like garbage, and the old man was indeed gone.

It was noon. The sun is shining and the temperature warms up. A few drops of sweat broke out of my brain.

Maybe he saw me pondering and left first?

Alas, it's no wonder that my cultivation progress is slow, and I actually make a fuss about this little thing. In this way, where can it be like what the teacher said: those who cultivate the truth should be pure in heart and have few desires, and the zombies should not change their faces in front of their teeth and claws?

My feeling became worse and worse, and I lowered my head and was about to leave this place in despair, but I happened to see a square black cloth the size of a palm lying quietly on the bench where the old man was sitting.

This must be something left behind by the old man, right?

I looked up to the left and right, and the old man was indeed gone, and I couldn't help but reach for the black cloth. The black cloth was so slippery that I held it in my hand and held it up in the air, but I couldn't hold it, so I slipped out of my hand and landed on the chair again.

"Huh?"

I reached out and pinched it, and this time I finally grabbed the black cloth and looked at it carefully in front of my eyes. When I got closer, I realized that the black cloth was as black as ink, and there were no traces of cutting on the four sides.

I pointed the black cloth towards the sunlight again, and when I looked closely, I found that the black cloth was like a metal surface without the slightest gap, and there was not a single thread in sight. Isn't this a fabric?

I couldn't help but be curious, spread out the black cloth and put it on my half-closed left palm, twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle with my right hand, and slowly poured water onto the black cloth.

Really. The water, lying still on the black cloth, soaked but not. Although it looks like fabric, it feels much smoother than any fabric.

This thing belongs to the old man, right? He was the only one sitting here.

Midday. The sun is scorching, the wind is not blowing, and the pedestrians have thinned out. There was a dull smell in the air.

I took a deep breath, raised my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead, hesitated for a while, the old man's wrinkled face flashed in my mind, and slowly put the "black cloth" into my pocket.

Suddenly there were gray clouds under the blue sky.

I rubbed my arms together and looked at the gray sky. God, in a short time, it's going to fall into the water. I shook my head and lifted my foot to get out of here.

At the moment when I lifted my foot, I suddenly felt a heat in my right leg, as if a cloud of gas had penetrated into my body from under my feet, I jumped up in shock, rolled up my trousers, and groped my legs with both hands, but found nothing. Underfoot, there is nothing either.

Is it my delusion?

I sighed, straightened my back slightly, then twisted my aching neck, and walked away with my feet up towards the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

As I walked along the road, I remembered the strange feeling I had before, and I quickly put my hand into the pocket where the 'black cloth' was placed.

I started but there was nothing.

......

When I returned to Fang Ming Academy, I saw more than a dozen students who had recently enrolled today. They must have been detected as having a root at the moment they turned sixteen yesterday. Once it is detected that it has a root root, it will be assigned to various academies to learn the art of cultivation.

On both sides of the sandy road at the entrance of the courtyard, there are two tall locust trees.

The group of newly admitted students showed a look of excitement on their faces and were taken to the freshman dormitory by Teacher Wu Yun.

The freshman residence is also home to a group of first-class warlocks. I was one of them.

Looking at their excited faces, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. A year ago, I was so excited and excited about the future.

Hehe, however, the future is not something that can be achieved by hard work. You also need strong qualifications and a strong state of mind. How happy will they be, and how much will they get to where I am now?

"Deming, if you don't go to practice, how can you still have time to hang out here?" Teacher Wu Yun's voice came from afar. Her voice was blessed with vitality, so although the voice was not loud, I could still hear it clearly from a distance of more than 20 meters.

I grinned, bowed to her and nodded, "Right away." "I didn't bless the vitality in my voice, I didn't want to waste a single bit of the vitality that I had cultivated to the dantian with great difficulty.

......

I lay on the grass under a plane tree, looking at the gloomy sky, and my heart became more and more depressed as if I was being weighed down by a big rock.

Coupled with the mysterious old man I met at noon and the strange and invisible "black cloth", I still feel a little apprehensive and uneasy in my heart. I can't figure out how the "black cloth" disappeared from my intact pocket. The more I couldn't figure it out, the more uneasy I became. This uneasiness seemed to have taken root in my heart, and I could not get rid of it.

I took a few deep breaths, sat up from the grass, jumped a few times, and reluctantly put this matter behind me, and the blockage in my heart finally weakened.

I'm starting to focus on what I've been worried about for a long time, and if I still haven't broken through to a second-level warlock after a month, I'll probably be expelled from the academy. The thought of this made me feel irritated again.

Am I going to give up? Give up and become a powerful monk? Go home and spend my life with Liu Yun'er, who loves me, just like this?

I'm unwilling. Ever since I was sixteen years old, when I was found to have a one-in-a-million root, the desire in my heart has grown much, much!