Chapter 147

These old men have disappeared. Each of them is a top figure in the land of Tianyuan. Even their students are teachers of all branches. When several old men returned to their respective branches, there was no small fluctuation.

Of course, the appearance of several old men has greatly improved the confidence of teachers and students in each branch school.

It's just that if the students want to know that their teachers often attend lectures in the holy shrine, they don't know what their psychology will think.

On the other side, the sanctuary, which has been redefined, has not changed much.

Every morning, Tang poetry will be normal classes, in the afternoon, Moyu hall will also teach the essentials of martial arts.

As for other things, no one has ever been in charge of them. They are all developing freely.

It's just that every time we have classes, we always have more teachers with us.

This, of course, was the beginning.

Gradually, we also found out the Tang poetry rhyme and Moyu hall teaching rules, ordinary courses they no longer come.

On this day, it was a special course for Tang poetry rhyme. Other teachers in cangyue college knew this important moment. Therefore, as long as there were no teachers, they all gathered in the holy yard.

However, when they arrived, they found that what they wanted to teach today was not Tang poetry rhyme, but the sentimental person who had never lectured.

Not only did everyone not have a look of disappointment, but all of them showed a look of excitement.

They are all curious about what the amorous will say.

Let amorous standing in the front of the training ground, said to all the people below: "today's class, let me give you! I think the time has come for you to practice during this period of time. I can teach you something different. "

Although there are many teachers are listening to the class, but the object of emotional talk is still the students of the holy college.

"I want to ask you, what do you think cultivation is?" Let amorous slowly say.

Although he was asking questions, no one answered them. It's just that everyone starts to think, what is cultivation?

Ling Duoqing didn't expect people to answer him. He then said, "some people say that practice is a process of going against the heaven, so it will become more and more difficult. Even later, there will be various tests of disaster. Others say that cultivation is a process of conforming to the will of heaven, because only those who conform to the will of heaven can survive, and those who practice against the heaven are dead.

I will not tell you which one is right and which is wrong. Because everyone in their own heart, have their own ideas, and these ideas, is a thousand strange.

However, no matter what you think, as long as you set foot on the cultivation, you will start to explore the mystery of heaven and earth, and form the understanding of heaven and earth. This kind of understanding of the exploration of heaven and earth, or the formation process of cultivation knowledge, is usually called Daoxin... "

it makes the passionate words slow, and the words do not drive any power. However, at this time, the sky has begun to darken.

Looking up at the sky, he went on to elaborate.

And all the people listening to his class have basically closed their eyes and started to think about their own problems according to the emotional enlightenment.

Half an hour later, Ling Duoqing finally said, "on the road of cultivation, the strength and tenacity of the heart of Tao determine how far you can finally go. Sometimes, it is not a matter of potential and ability, but a lack of firmness in the heart of Tao, which eventually becomes a dead bone on the side of the road. How to cast the heart of the Tao still needs to be explored in the process of self-cultivation. "

After that, he sat back in his chair, looked at the faint thunder in the sky, and muttered, "didn't you just say Dao Xin? Don't you give me face? At least we've met, and we don't talk about it at all. "

No one answered him or heard what he said.

However, when he stopped lecturing, the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed as if nothing had happened.

No one can see what's weird, because they can see the eccentric people, but they don't find such a scene.

At this time, all the practice fields of the holy yard were thinking about their own problems with their eyes closed.

Soon, Xue Yifeng and Mo Yutang were the first to wake up. They looked at the amorous eyes with incomparable respect. They sat quietly beside Ling amorous and looked at the other people who did not wake up and did not speak.

All of a sudden, make amorous hand a move, has been held in the arms of rice to make bamboo fly to his hands.

With a flick of his hand, two silk threads of bamboo flew out and fell on the side of Youyi, and then she was completely isolated from other people.

Because, at this time, the sound of blood flow came from the friendly body, at the same time, a burst of blood mist, from the friendly body to escape. It's just that after being cut off by amorous feelings, no one can see what's going on inside, and no one will affect your friendliness.

Just after the friendship was isolated, a figure suddenly appeared from Ling Tianyun's body, which made him smile bitterly. Then two silk threads flew out to isolate lingtianyun's surroundings.It's just that he just doesn't let other people disturb lingtianyun. As for the figures that appear, he doesn't care.

Then, it makes the sky cloud even more strange. One after another, it looks like ghosts.

Mo Yu, however, was shocked by his emotional expression.

At this time, a flame came out of the body of Caiyun, making the emotional expression more tangled.

He flew to seven or eight Lingzhu silk threads one after another to isolate lingcaiyun. However, at the moment when the fire came out, Xue Yifeng cried out in a voice: "young master..."

she waved her hands affectionately: "don't talk, protect her in the future!"

Xue Yifeng nods wildly, and her face is ecstatic. Only she can understand what the flame on Caiyun represents.

At this time, the isolated lingcaiyun has become a fireman.

She broke the affectionate seal, and her clothes burned out in an instant. Fortunately, she made a fire-resistant dress for her in advance. Otherwise, she would not know the degree of shame.

Then, let the silk thread in the affectionate hand wave past one after another, and separate Ling wanting and Ling Fanghua. As for old four and six, he did not care, because even if the two little guys got something, no one could see it.

She shakes her head repeatedly and continuously separates the silk thread from Zhao mengruo, MI Lai, Liu Feifei, Tang Shiyun and Mingzhu.

For these people, he is mainly afraid of other people's interference, of course, also afraid of several people disturbing other people.

Then, as long as someone changes, the sentimental will inevitably separate out a silk thread to isolate all people.

In the end, he even cut himself off from everyone else.

Because at this time, there are innumerable auras of heaven and earth converging into his body, and his body, like a bottomless pit, accepts all the auras.

Strangely, these auras may be enough to promote people to the star shining state. However, the sentimental spirit is still the peak of condensing gas, and there is no change in the realm.