Only halfway through speaking, Yang Zhao suddenly saw a faint look of disappointment on his face in the dark night, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked, and thanks to this shock, Yang Zhao suddenly understood what it was.

"No, it's about cultivation! There are two ways of cultivation! Either you have no distractions, concentrate on making progress, and fade everything, or you should first go all out to solve other problems, and finally restrain your heart ape and attack the avenue!"

Night laughed: "Exactly—but not good enough. You must know that no matter what the secret of cultivation is, you must have a life to cultivate it. Like me, even if I have a supreme secret method, what is the use of not being able to prolong my life? To put it bluntly, these two are the best secret recipes to save my life in this realm. ”

"Huh?"

"The world is good for immortals, where is the good? Life is precious! Immortal and long-sighted, domineering the wind, traveling between heaven and earth, these so-called immortal realms, although we are demons outside the sky, but nothing more than that, the only difference is that we and the cultivators will generally die-but if they die like this, don't you feel depressed and wronged?"

Yang Zhao coughed twice: "Yes, some." ”

"Exactly. Everyone practiced hard, and in the end, the enlightened people did not take one out of a hundred, and the remaining ninety-nine, when it comes to their bones, are also for their own lives. However, in the final analysis, the great world is still the place of cultivation, and without cultivation, there is no need for this world to exist, so who should survive?"

"Only these two kinds of people are necessary to live, and only these two people are the mainstream of the world, and they have mutual growth and change between each other, such as flowing water does not rot, and the world can be maintained for a long time...... This is the consensus. ”

That's all for the previous general remarks. But the last sentence really shocked Yang Zhao, and he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Consensus?"

Dark Night glanced at Yang Zhao with a smile, nodded, and said, "Yes, consensus." Look at your cultivation realm, which has been going on for tens of thousands of years, and has continued to this day, who can continue to exist in the sect, who doesn't know?"

"And there are also three outlines and five principles in the world. Universally respected. It doesn't need to be in the mouth, it's just an invisible atmosphere, which is enough. ”

Yang Zhao fell into deep thought.

Since the cultivation of the Tao, no one has ever said such a thing to Yang Zhao -- he can't say this to let Yang Zhao see the blue sky through the clouds. But there's no denying it. These words. It is a senior demon who has practiced for thousands of years, and the essence accumulated over the years has its own heritage worth recalling.

"You know it now. What did I call you for?" Dark Night smiled in a cough: "You can use that standard to put on a set, and see how many people in this palace are suitable." Ha, under a thousand years, how many are there worth entrusting?"

Yang Zhaocai didn't want to jump to conclusions, he shrugged his shoulders and said in a very subtle tone: "Cangming senior?"

"Cultivation is too narrow and sharp, things are calculating, people are gloomy and silent, and what if they are ambitious?

Yang Zhao felt that this comment was quite pertinent, he raised his eyebrows, and asked casually, "How is Mrs. Tianyuan?"

This is by no means what Yang Zhao mentioned that the elders of the Succubus Palace should look like in the polar realm, but he didn't care about it in the dark night, and said lightly: "Harmonious and sharp, steady and sometimes gambling, and dealing with people, it's not bad." ”

"Isn't that good?"

When Yang Zhaozheng was puzzled, he said in the dark night: "But I have seen too much, and my cultivation is weaker than that of Cangming-that's all, but she is too sleek, she has friends and no friends, and when she gambles, she often takes risks, and when she is in crisis, there is no one to support her, and she can't protect herself when she sits on this person." ”

Taking a risk?

Yang Zhao didn't understand the meaning very much, and looked at the dark night, but saw that he seemed to be tired of talking, closed his eyes, and said nothing, Yang Zhao had to look at Cang Song again.

The old man grinned toothlessly, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yuan'er is what I grew up looking at, she sees things very thoroughly, but she sees things too thoroughly, so she always feels that there are too many constraints and can't show her hands and feet, maybe it's annoying, sometimes Xiao Yuan'er doesn't care about anything else, and makes a desperate bet......"

"Tsk, it's a good thing to cut the mess with a quick knife, but Xiao Yuan'er has a sharp mouth, but he can't move the knife, which is a bit troublesome. ”

Dark Night then continued: "Senior sister has a round personality on the outside and a square on the inside, although she is cautious and skillful, but due to her lack of strength, she often sees it in her eyes, but she can't stretch out her hands. As a last resort, it is often necessary to take risks......"

"You colluded with outsiders and assassinated me, don't you know that senior sister is the same? collusion with outsiders, ha, isn't this a way to tell others that the roots of my succubus palace are rotten!"

The tone of the dark night became more and more intense, and when he said that, he even slapped the arm of the chair violently, and the sound of emptiness resounded through the stone room, and a violent coughing sound naturally followed, this time, it lasted longer than the previous times combined.

Even in the dim light, seeing the face that turned purple in the dark night, Yang Zhao even felt that this guy might lose his breath at any time.

At this moment, Dark Night no longer seems to be the staple eater of the powerful Succubus Palace in the polar realm, but really becoming a dying old man, and every cough he chokes out is his already weak and thin vitality.

Yang Zhao looked at Cang Song again, although the old man was very energetic with a smile, but the dead breath all over his body could no longer be covered by a smile.

Yang Zhao suddenly felt that this Succubus Palace was now like these two people in the polar realm, struggling the death line.

The sage said that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Yang Zhao is by no means a gentleman, and it is naturally impossible for him to contribute his life to this lifeless palace gate - it is not that Yang Zhao is amorous, looking at the dark night's demeanor, it is clear that he has the intention of being lonely.

God knows why this dying heart demon has so much confidence in a junior, and he is also a primordial infant cultivator in the cultivation realm?

Finally waited for the coughing sound to pass, Yang Zhao was about to speak, but the dark night waved his hand, and then he collapsed to the recliner, breathing more like pulling a bellows, and always felt that there was air leaking in his throat

Cang Song on one side also sighed, reached out and took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a few pills, and handed them over. Yang Zhao's eyelids jumped on the side.

If he hadn't looked away, this pill should have been a walking corpse pill, right? This is a life-prolonging thing that is comparable to poison.

Perhaps seeing Yang Zhao's gaze, Cang Song flattened his old mouth and sighed.

"Ever since he fell out with the flying old ghost and the others, he has started to use this thing to prolong his life, and no one knows how long it will last...... Actually, half of his body is not very obedient now, hey, it's a very sad day. ”

"The seniors have worked hard for the palace gate all their lives, and the younger generations admire it. Yang Zhao lowered his gaze and saluted the dark night.

He finally understood that if he died in the dark, there would be no one to replace him to maintain the situation, after all, there were still too few characters like this.

"I didn't call you here to make you admire me. ”

The voice of the dark night was a little weaker, if it weren't for the tips of Yang Zhao's ears, I am afraid that he would not be able to hear clearly. (To be continued......)