Chapter 3156

He felt that although the scrolls were made with easy paper and pen, the prestige they contained was extraordinary. The scrolls were just like powerful magic weapons, but they could only be used once.

But even so, this anomaly is really incredible. In particular, the middle-aged monks were deeply attracted by every kind of creature and picture in those paintings. Even he felt that there seemed to be some Taoist rhymes in the contents of these paintings. If he could get and observe them, it would be difficult to say that he could be promoted from the realm of deification to the realm of inquiry.

After threatening Hu Zi and learning that the person who painted these paintings was just the owner of a chaimi shop, he became very curious about ye Lingfeng. At the moment, after seeing ye Lingfeng, she immediately felt the cultivation breath of Ye Lingfeng.

As far as he could feel, ye Lingfeng didn't even have the prestige of cultivation, which made him feel that ye Lingfeng might have witnessed some pictures of powerful monks fighting by chance, and then copied them. Because those pictures are too incredible, and ye Lingfeng's painting skills are extremely brilliant, he inadvertently makes Huazuo show amazing power.

In this case, he immediately decided to capture Ye Lingfeng and let him paint for himself, so as to understand the true meaning of the painting.

"Force me to paint?" Ye Lingfeng looks at the middle-aged Friar and smiles. The bright smile is like looking at a big joke.

"So disdainful, are you looking for death?" Seeing ye Lingfeng's expression, the middle-aged friar was very angry and decided to teach Ye Lingfeng some lessons. After a cold hum, he jumped up and pinched his five fingers toward Ye Lingfeng's shoulder.

He decided to crush Ye Lingfeng's shoulder blade with one hand, and use pain to let Ye Lingfeng understand why the world would call them immortal leaders. He also wanted to let Ye Lingfeng understand that he was just a mole ant crawling on the ground, and his fate could not be decided by himself.

"Huzi, if you have a choice, would you like to lay down your path of cultivation?" Ye Lingfeng didn't pay any attention to the attack of the middle-aged monk. He just looked at Hu Zi and asked calmly. During this period of time, though he did not recover his memory, he felt that the cultivation in his body was gradually recovering his former strength.

Huzi was silent and didn't know how to answer Ye Lingfeng's question. After passing the selection of the Academy, he really felt that this kind of life on top of thousands of people seemed extremely wonderful, but the more so, the more frightened he was. Because no one knows better than him. In fact, he shouldn't have these things at all. Everything is brought about by the paper sword that ye Lingfeng sent him.

He worried that the paper sword would not work one day, and how painful it would be for him to fall from the glory.

And when he didn't set foot on the road of cultivation, he felt that it was so radiant to be a member of the immortal. But after he really set foot on this road, he found that this road is a road that can not be turned back. Weak strength is doomed to be trampled on.

And in order to become stronger, he found himself neglecting too many things he used to value. Even his parents, who raised him, had not seen him for a long time. Sometimes, he felt strange to himself and his parents.

At this moment, under Ye Lingfeng's words, he began to doubt whether his method of setting foot on the road of cultivation, or taking advantage of it, was really in line with the original intention at the beginning.

"Tiger, don't listen to his nonsense. My generation of friars, there is only one purpose, that is to become stronger! In order to be strong, we can give up everything and do everything we can! " Seeing this, the middle-aged friar drank cold to Hu Zi. At the same time, his five fingers fell on Ye Lingfeng's shoulder. As he tightened his five fingers, he said coldly, "now I'll let you know how painful it is to be an ordinary person."

"Noisy!" But at this time, ye Lingfeng suddenly raised his head and looked coldly towards his eyes.

The cold eyes just passed by, and the middle-aged monk felt that his whole body was like being criticized, and it was very painful. Not only that, he was also surprised to feel that his own mana, his own cultivation, was like running water, constantly overflowing from his body.

Just in a short time, his cultivation fell from the spirit to the golden elixir realm, and the speed of this fall has not disappeared. A moment later, his breath fell to the level of ordinary people, empty body, without a wisp of magic.

No matter how hard he tried to run the Dantian, he felt that his whole body was empty. He could no longer feel the breath of mana. He was weaker than ever before. That kind of weakness was no different from ordinary people.

This kind of feeling, let him confirm, really just because of a vision of Ye Lingfeng, he became an ordinary person!

"Who on earth are you?" The middle-aged monk shivered and looked at Ye Lingfeng. He didn't know what kind of monster he had provoked. Even the saint didn't have such a terrible means.

Even, he began to suspect that ye Lingfeng was a terrible Saint King, or great saint! But such a strong man of cultivation is enough to cross the starry sky. Why should he stay in the small East Star and become the boss of a firewood shop.

"Huzi, if you want to practice, you must first understand what a person is. If human nature is not there, after thousands of years of cultivation, no matter how strong the strength becomes, what's the significance? It's just a powerful walking corpse. Do you want to be a man or a walking corpse? "After ye Lingfeng poked away the middle-aged friar, he turned his head and looked at Hu Zi and asked faintly. Over the years, in Xishan village and Yingdu, he has been thinking about this problem. He is looking at all living beings and trying to understand them.

And Huzi is a test object he set down. Huzi wants to be a monk. He helps him finish it. He wants Huzi to try to become a monk, which is a kind of tempering of the human heart. He wants Huzi to understand that enhancing strength is a kind of cultivation, but also, as an ordinary person, it is also a kind of cultivation to support his parents and do things well.

In fact, there is no difference between the two kinds of cultivation, just the different path. And people are not plants, who can be merciless, whether it is to become a monk or not, can't forget, oneself or a person, can't lose human nature.

Now, Huzi has lost himself in the trial. He wants to help Huzi call himself back, let this dream come to an end, and let Huzi understand what is the most important thing in the world and what can't be left behind.

"I will continue to be a man." After a long time, Huzi took out the paper sword that changed his fate from under his clothes, handed it to Ye Lingfeng, and sobbed: "Uncle mu, I still like the days when I used to climb over the wall to eat cakes."