Hearing Xu Jing mention Lin Zhong, Ning Zheng's face couldn't help but become even more ugly.

The conversation that took place at the Beijing International Airport had reached Ning Zheng's ears through certain channels, which was why he was willing to put aside his self-esteem and pride and seek help from his master Du Huaizhen.

"I don't know."

Ning Zheng clenched his teeth, his eyebrows twitched, and two words burst out from between his teeth.

"A truly strong person must go through countless trials, hardships and fights, see the ugliness, cunning and cruelty of the human heart, and be able to maintain his true self, draw strength from suffering, and be reborn from despair."

Xu Jing didn't even look at Ning Zheng. He looked into the distance and said in a cold and hard tone: "Junior brother, your path is too smooth. You don't know what failure and pain are. So when you encounter a little setback by chance, you will be in chaos and lose your true heart.

, I would like to ask, how do you compare with Lin Zhong? "

Every time Xu Jing said another word, Ning Zheng's face became more ugly.

Although everyone knows that good medicine tastes bitter and honest advice offends the ears, how many people can truly take it calmly when faced with criticism from others?

Ning Zheng had a smooth life since he was a child and was regarded as a peerless genius. As a result, he developed an arrogant and arbitrary character, and considered himself the strongest of the younger generation.

On the outside, he seems to be courteous and approachable, but in reality he is arrogant and has no ambition. Otherwise, he would not be so concerned about being surpassed by Lin Zhong.

"Second Senior Brother, in your eyes, am I so unbearable?" Ning Zheng clenched his fists and with great effort, resisted the urge to turn away and said firmly.

"If you weren't my junior brother, I wouldn't bother to waste my words."

Xu Jing withdrew his gaze and looked down at Ning Zheng. His words became sharper: "You have power, but you don't have the willpower to match it. That's why you were surpassed by Lin Zhong and Wang Mu. Take a look in the mirror when you have time. Now

You are like a cowardly and incompetent wretch."

"Crack!"

A string called reason in Ning Zhen's mind suddenly broke.

During this period of time, in order to break through the bottleneck between Huajin and Danjin, he has been in seclusion continuously, tried and failed, tried and failed, and his spirit has reached the critical level.

At this moment, being stirred up by Xu Jing's words, he was like a ignited volcano, erupting on the spot.

"shut up!"

Ning Zheng's eyes were red, and he suddenly let out an angry roar, and jumped up as if there was a spring under his body.

His whole body surged with aura, his robe sleeves fluttered endlessly, and he glared at Xu Jing viciously, like an angry beast that wanted to devour anyone: "Shut up!"

"What, you want to fight with me?"

Xu Jing's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually became cold: "Junior brother, you'd better control your temper, or I will teach you a lesson for the master."

Ning Zheng turned a deaf ear to Xu Jing's warning. The pressure he had accumulated so far seemed to have finally found a breakthrough, washing over his nerves unscrupulously, making him want to destroy everything he saw!

"Crack!"

With an inaudible sound, the stone slab under Ning Zheng's feet shattered instantly, and two footprints several inches deep appeared. The dense cracks centered on the footprints and spread like a spider web to all sides.

At the same time, the Qi on Ning Zhen's body surged and oscillated, colliding with the air, forming transparent ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading like ripples.

"Stubborn!"

Xu Jing uttered four words expressionlessly, staring coldly at Ning Zheng, whose appearance changed drastically, and stood with his hands behind his hands, fearless: "I didn't expect you to be an Adou who can't help me. I guess I made a mistake."

As a great master who stands at the top of countless warriors, Xu Jing has absolutely no reason to be afraid of Ning Zheng.

Xu Jing made up his mind that as long as Ning Zheng really dared to attack him, he would beat him to death immediately to let him know what it means to ask for trouble.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, a vague and indifferent voice suddenly came from the tower: "That's enough."

The sound was very subtle, but it was like thunder from the clouds in the sky, with an indescribable sense of oppression, exploding in the ears of Xu Jing and Ning Zheng.

Ning Zheng's body stiffened, and all his movements stopped abruptly.

Xu Jing looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose at his mouth, restraining his distracting thoughts, and his mind suddenly became as calm as water.

After a few seconds, Ning Zheng's mind gradually returned to consciousness, and he realized how big a mistake he had made, and suddenly felt a strong fear.

"Plop!"

Ning Zheng's knees weakened and he knelt on the ground again. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the color drained from his handsome face in an instant.

"You really disappoint me."

Du Huaizhen's voice continued to sound, as calm as ever, without joy or anger: "I have invested a lot of energy in you, but now it seems that it is counterproductive."

Ning Zheng was trembling all over and hesitated to speak.

Because he can feel that if he is not careful, he may completely lose this master-disciple relationship.

"The journey of the great road is all about excellence. If you are burdened by the mortal world, you will have no hope of transcendence for the rest of your life."

There was a faint hint of boredom in Du Huaizhen's tone. I don't know whether he was tired of giving advice to Ning Zheng or tired of the whole world: "Answer me, who are you?"

Ning Zheng's mind was racing, thinking about what kind of answer would satisfy Du Huaizhen, and soon he was sweating profusely.

"Such a simple question, how long do you want the master to wait?" Xu Jing, who was standing next to him, frowned slightly and said coldly.

Ning Zheng woke up from a dream, took a deep breath, and simply gave up, puffed up his chest, and shouted loudly: I am Ning Zheng, Ning who prefers lack to waste, and Zheng who speaks!"

There followed a long silence.

Of course, the so-called long just refers to Ning Zheng's sensory experience.

Ning Zheng was anxious, fearing that the answer would not satisfy Du Huaizhen, and every minute would be torture for him.

"It's not hopeless."

Fortunately, Du Huaizhen didn't keep him waiting for too long, and said calmly: "Remember this answer, don't be blinded by external objects, you are you, not the senior brother of Zhenwu Sect, nor Du Huaizhen's disciple, you are just you.

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Ning Zheng suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning.

"That's it, that's it"

He murmured to himself, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "I am me, I am just me."

One word awakens the dreamer.

Ning Zheng felt like a traveler trekking alone in the desert when he suddenly saw an oasis in front of him, and he was beyond surprised.

"Thank you, master. Disciple understands."

Ning Zheng prostrated himself to the high tower where Du Huaizhen was hiding and bowed to the ground.

Du Huaizhen asked: "What did you understand?"

"In the past, my disciples regarded fame as too important. They thought highly of themselves and had no ambitions. They believed that no one in the world could be called a genius except themselves. They were complacent in flattering others and unknowingly fell into the trap of the world of mortals."

Ning Zheng replied without hesitation: "However, all the fame I have gained comes from Zhenwu Sect and my master. When I enjoy the honor brought by fame, I am also unknowingly dragged down by fame and become eager for quick success.
Chapter completed!