Long Qing has been working as a handyman in Zhishou Temple for a long time. Every day he has to climb the red mountain covered with ivy to deliver things to the strange old Taoist priests in the cave. Every day he is extremely tired.
He also had to endure great mental pressure, especially the old Taoist priest who was cut in half. He treated him like a pig or a dog, humiliating him and torturing him until he was injured and vomited blood.
Although he was humiliated and tortured, his life was not threatened. After so many days, Long Qing guessed that although the old Taoist priests in these caves were a little deformed, they knew his origins and did not dare to kill him, so he continued
Be patient, and sometimes even take the initiative to say a few words to these old Taoist priests.
In the experience given to him by the stories in those books, these old Taoist priests who were imprisoned in caves like ghosts must be extremely lonely. So as long as he talks more, he might really be able to cultivate a relationship with these old Taoist priests.
A certain emotion, once it is like this, can naturally be of great benefit.
This expectation seems a bit naive and cute. So far, in addition to asking about things about his cultivation world in the past few decades, the Taoists are still mocking his poor cultivation realm and roaring angrily.
How could he be so weak and enter the observation world?
But he at least got some information through these conversations. For example, the disabled old Taoist named He who made him vomit blood and fly backwards when his eyes opened and broke a rib. The old Taoist surnamed He claimed to be a half-taoist. It was obvious that he was cut in half.
He laughed at himself sadly. He was not his real name. According to his seniority, he should be the uncle who is now the master of the Xiling Temple. No wonder he has such an unfathomable realm...
Half of the Taoist's hands were buried deep in the fur of the giant wolf in the snow. The old Taoist clothes on his body were floating in the wind. The expression on his face was as cold as a stone, but his eyes showed an expression of endless violence, pain and despair. Look at it.
Looking at Long Qing who stood up with difficulty while wiping the blood, he said quietly: "I told you on the first day you came here. You are a waste. What qualifications do you have to talk to me? Get out of here."
Long Qing did not leave the cave silently as before, because he heard something different from the previous words in the Taoist senior's words. The other party was obviously desperate, and he knew what the other party's despair was, so he walked to the pavilion.
In front of Langpi's couch, he knelt down and said, "If I were useless, the temple master would not let me come here, let alone let me have the opportunity to meet my senior."
Hearing the name of the temple master, half of the Taoists gradually calmed down. Looking at Long Qing kneeling in front of him, he smiled nervously and said, "But you are just a waste."
"Just because you are a waste now doesn't mean you will always be a waste."
Long Qing replied calmly, lowering his head slightly, with a light gray luster in his eyes.
"It's really unfair to call you a waste."
Half Taoist looked at him expressionlessly and said: "After being beaten, scolded and humiliated by me, you still insist on going in every day, which shows that your will is strong enough. Looking at the speed of your injury recovery, it shows that your body has a good foundation. You have always
You practice Gray Eyes in secret, just to find an opportunity to suck away my skills. Whether you want to cheat or take the emotional route, it will eventually prove that you are ruthless."
Listening to these words, Long Qing's body trembled. He had no idea that the seemingly crazy and disabled old man in front of him could actually see his thoughts clearly from the beginning. He suddenly felt endless fear and wanted to turn around and escape.
Come out of this magnificent but extremely gloomy cave.
However, I don't know why. Maybe he was too stiff to move, maybe he knew that no matter how fast he ran away, he could not escape the eyes of an experienced man, maybe he just wanted to take a gamble. He didn't move.
He still knelt in front of Lao Dao, but lowered his head lower.
"Grey Eyes is indeed an amazing skill. After being modified by Taoist seniors, compared with the original Taotie Demon Skill, it can directly absorb the opponent's mind power without swallowing the flesh and blood of the practitioner, and use it for sneak attacks and plots. It is indeed the best
One of the choices.”
Half of the Taoists looked up at the top of the cave, as if looking at the sky, thinking of many past events, and said slowly: "But in fact, after these transformations, it doesn't look so bloody, and there will naturally be some loss, and Taotie
Compared with gray eyes, it is stronger
The suppressed mental power and even spirit will be difficult to integrate with your original world, which will cause many problems in the future. Where can the real Taotie be powerful? It is a pity that the Taotie secrets in the Demon Sect have long been lost. Now that the Demon Sect is so withered, it must be
No one will ever do it again."
This powerful old Taoist priest, whose cultivation realm had already reached the fifth level, did not know that Master Liansheng had already secretly re-trained the Taotie Master.
Long Qing's expression was slightly stern. He had already seen the relevant records in the Tianshu Shazi scroll, but he didn't pay too much attention. At this time, after listening to half of the Taoist's explanation, he realized that it was a very troublesome issue, but now he was most confused.
What is strange is why, after seeing through his intentions, half of the Taoists did not kill him or drive him away, but instead began to teach him like a teacher.
Half of the Taoist retracted his gaze from the top of the cave, looked down at Long Qing, and said calmly: "You are strong-willed, physically good, ambitious, have ideas, can endure, and your methods are vicious enough. It seems that you have all the conditions for a successful hero.
, then do you know why I still call you a waste?"
"Disciple doesn't know."
"I heard about your experience a few days ago, and I know that you have been prosperous in the past and were eventually destroyed in the hands of the academy disciples. So let me ask you, what is the worst thing about you that is inferior to that academy disciple?"
Listening to this question, Long Qing was silent for a long time. In fact, he had asked himself this question many times. He could not figure out how Ning Que was better than himself - he was once so close to perfection.
The Son of God of Xiling, and Ning Que was just a border pawn in Weicheng, but he was defeated by the opponent one after another, and the defeat became more and more miserable. What is the answer to this question?
"You are not thick-skinned enough."
Half Taoist looked at him and said faintly: "In other words, you are still trying to keep your last bit of pride, but you don't understand at all. To become the most powerful practitioner, you must know when to give up your pride.
, sinking oneself into the mire of filth.”
Long Qing raised his head, frowned and asked, "I don't think I have anything to be proud of now."
Half of the Taoists raised their hands, pointed at his knees, and said, "Although you are kneeling in front of me, in your heart, you are still standing."
Long Qing said: "Don't Ning Que have the same pride as him?"
Taoist Banqie said: "I have never met that person named Ning Que, and I don't know what he has done. But I believe that if he must achieve something, he will definitely give up all the pride hidden in his heart.
Give up, if it was him who is in Zhishou Guan now, then he will never be like you, climbing mountains in silence every day, trying to use emotional offensive or insidious means to take away my power."
Long Qing was a little confused and asked: "Then what will he do?"
Half of the Taoist laughed hissingly. The wrinkles on his withered face were trembling like uncooked noodles about to be broken, and he said: "On the first day after entering the cave, he will kneel in front of me.
.Please ask me to give him half of this skill."
"But... as far as I know, people in the academy are very proud."
"That kind of pride is all superficial, and it's all pride of heaven, earth, and people. But they will never be proud of themselves, and it's just some cheap pride of being powerful. Those unbelieving bitches, as long as they can make themselves
When they become stronger, they can betray Haotian and join the Demon Sect, so there is no need to be proud at all!"
Half of the Taoists roared angrily, their faces turned red, and their trembling right hands danced wildly in the air. They seemed to be trying to catch an enemy who couldn't be grasped and tear him into countless pieces.
Everything in the cave seemed to feel this anger. The snow-white wolf fur became smoother and smoother uneasily, and the luminous pearls on the cave wall quietly dimmed their light.
Long Qing knelt in front of the Taoist, and was torn apart by this powerful spiritual power as if he was about to burst into flames. He used all his strength to prevent his trembling body from collapsing to the ground.
The wind suddenly stopped, and the cave returned to dead silence.
Half of the Taoists looked at Long Qing and asked slowly: "Do you know who cut me in half?"
His voice was calm, seemingly emotionless, but filled with endless pain.
Long Qing's hands on the ground were still trembling slightly. His fingertips were slightly bent, and he was about to scratch out traces. He risked the anger of the old man and said in a trembling voice: "It's not Master, it's Ke Haoran."
Half of the Taoists were slightly startled and asked, "How did you know?"
Long Qing said: "Senior's cultivation should have surpassed the fifth level, and he has reached the level of a saint. Only those two people in the world can defeat you and hurt you so badly..."
Listening to his answer, Taoist Banqie laughed with endless hatred and said: "You are right. Back then, I was cut off half of my body by Ke Haoran's sword, and the old guys hidden in the cave on this mountain peak
, either he was hurt by Ke Haoran, or he was hurt by Master."
"Back then, I was seriously injured in a battle with Ke Haoran. If it weren't for the secret method to save my life, I would have endured endless pain and died on the spot. But even if I survive now, I can't forget the pain back then. I can't forget seeing it with my own eyes.
I can’t forget the feeling of my intestines leaking out. I can’t forget the feeling of watching my lower body leave with my own eyes. I can’t forget the pain!”
"Although Ke Haoran is dead, I still can't forget the pain. I'm not willing to accept it. I want Ke Haoran to suffer even after he dies, so I want to destroy the academy all the time."
"However, for the rest of my life, I can only rely on my abnormal upper body to crawl around like a bug in this hole. I am just a useless person without a butt. How can I destroy the academy?"
Half of the Taoists looked at Long Qing who was kneeling in front of him, chuckled like a madman, and said desperately: "The master sent you to me. I thought you had a chance, but I didn't expect that you still did it."
You're a loser, even though you have a butt, you're not as good as me without a butt!"
Long Qing suddenly raised his head and asked: "How can I not become a waste?"
The old Taoist laughed suddenly, stared into his eyes, and said quietly: "The so-called strong people are those who can pursue power at all costs."
Long Qing knelt on the ground, with a confused emotion, and said with a slightly trembling voice: "I chose to practice Gray Eyes because I wanted to plot against you, or any of the Taoist seniors in this mountain cave. I thought this was enough.
At any cost, I don’t know how to get any further.”
The old Taoist monster smiled and said: "Since you have to do it at all costs, then apart from being strong, you should not have any other emotions or positions, whether it is pride or belief, throw it away. If the butt determines a person's
Position, if you want to be like me now, you have no butt at all."
Long Qing asked in a low voice: "What about Haotian?"
The old Taoist said sternly: "The reason why those bitches in the academy are so powerful is because they have no faith and no rules. In their eyes, Haotian is either a butt or a fart! So if you want to defeat the academy, you must be better than them."
There is even less faith and no rules! We must learn to treat Haotian as a fart! Let it go!"
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(Laughed three times... I finally wrote it down. Thank you for the photos, thank you for the encouragement, thank you for your dad's eyes, thank you for your monthly votes. If you still have some, please continue! Thank you!)