The strongest urban comprehension

Almost everyone here was taught literacy, reasoning, and growth by their teacher, and they have a strong affection for him.

There is no prosperity and struggle in the ancestral village from the outside world, and no one cares about who the husband's position is passed to. It's just that the husband's behavior gave everyone an extremely bad premonition, like a farewell.

"I have made up my mind... You don't need to persuade me any more." The gentleman returned to his weak look again, his complexion sallow.

I saw the gentleman's eyes closed tightly, the palm of his right hand pointing to the sky, pinching it several times, and after a long time he said, "Two years later, on August 16th, Wuchen came out of the mountain to assist the real dragon. Only in this way, the ancestral village will be able to survive in this battle."

Only in the struggle for orthodoxy can there be a glimmer of hope."

Because the secret method was used forcefully, at this moment, the gentleman's face became even more ugly, without a trace of blood.

"Okay, let's all go back. I'm tired and want to take a rest." The gentleman waved his hand with difficulty.

After everyone heard this, they turned back three times and reluctantly left the husband's house.

"Wuchen... Now I will leave the method of opening the hidden formation to you, master. You must know when to open and close it." The teacher's words and deeds seemed to be really explaining the funeral arrangements, because Zucun Hidden

No other person will ever know how to open the array.

Although Wuchen was sad in his heart, he did not refute. He followed his husband after he was picked up when he was three years old. It has been twenty-five years now and he has always regarded his husband as his father. He always kept his words and deeds in mind. As long as he did what he thought he should do, he would do it.

That's right.

After a while, Wuchen mastered the method of opening the hidden formation.

At this time, the gentleman was already on the verge of collapse.

"Haha, I am not alone. I have lived for two hundred and forty years. I have not sought merit in my life, but I have sought no faults. If I could predict the birth of a real dragon in the dying light, my life would have been in vain. It's a pity..." the gentleman sighed.

After finishing speaking, I saw Mr. standing up tremblingly. Seeing this, Wuchen wanted to go up and help him.

"Kneel down and take off your shirt." The gentleman refused Wuchen's move, picked up a cane and said.

Wuchen did as he was told, and his teacher's voice rang in his ears, "I will teach you one last lesson."

"Wuchen, I will never betray my ancestral village in my lifetime, okay?" The gentleman's voice suddenly became loud and clear, and his face

The color flushed for a while.

"Yes!" After Wuchen said, "Pa" came the sound of the cane being hit on his back, and a red mark appeared on Wuchen's back. The gentleman seemed to have used all his strength to beat him, but this little pain was not enough for Wuchen.

, it’s nothing, but I feel even more sad.

"Wu Chen, I will never betray China in my lifetime, okay?" the gentleman continued to ask.

"Yes!" "Pa!" Wuchen seemed to remember that when he was a child, his husband held a ruler to teach him, his eyes gradually blurred, and he could no longer remember how long it had been since he cried.

"Wuchen, you are not allowed to be righteous in your lifetime, okay?" Mr.'s loud voice continued to sound.

"Yes!" "Bah!"

"Wu Chen, you can't bear any responsibility to the common people as long as you live, can you?"

"Yes!" "Pa!" Wuchen had tears streaming down his face, engraving his teacher's words in his heart.

"Wuchen, I must not violate moral principles in my lifetime, can I...?"

"Yes!"... After a long time, Wuchen didn't see Mr.'s cane, there were only four marks on his back.

Wuchen was panicked and turned around hurriedly, only to see his husband still standing behind him, with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. The cane in his hand was hanging on the ground. He didn't know when he had lost his breath.

Instantly, Wuchen's sorrow echoed in the ancestral village, "Sir, you are riding a crane!"

"gentlemen…."

"gentlemen…."

"gentlemen…."

Not long after, wailing and crying could be heard from everywhere in the village. They all felt so sad to read the teacher's teachings, follow the nature of the people, live in peace with the world, and be gentle and kind to others. The old man cried as if he were crying for his own son.

, the young man cries as if he cries for his father.

The ten bells in the ancestral village rang. This was the seventh time since the establishment of the ancestral village that the bells in the ancestral village rang out three times in a row.

Ten sounds, the immortal bids farewell!

Xixia Mountain, in another world.

It was so calm that spiritual energy that could not be detected by the naked eye was constantly being absorbed by Zhou Yang into the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Zhou Yang had never practiced so heartily before, and even the original dragon yellow chalcedony could not compare with this.

Bai Xiaorou was pushed to sit next to the tree at the top of the mountain.

There was no sound of wind in Xixia Mountain, because

Zhou Yang's practice began to produce the slightest spiritual wind, and all the branches and leaves were slightly tilted in the direction of Zhou Yang.

After reaching the eighth level of spirituality, Zhou Yang realized how difficult it was to practice. With all his previous adventures and his own efforts, it was not easy to break through to the eighth level of spirituality in half a year. However, after the eighth level, no matter how hard Zhou Yang tried, the results were minimal.

As Aguai said, the environment is the most important in the last three floors.

Perhaps because of the abundant spiritual energy here, Zhou Yang never felt hungry from beginning to end, which saved him a big trouble. There were only trees and rocks here, not even living things, so he couldn't eat leaves.

There are no years to practice, not to mention that this place is different from the outside world. There is no sunset or sunrise, and there is no concept of time. Zhou Yang doesn't care how long it has passed. He just takes it as it comes. Rather than complaining about everything, it is better to do it step by step.

Gradually, a small hurricane faintly appeared above Zhou Yang's head. This was an anomaly caused by rapid absorption.

Zhou Yang could feel that the spiritual energy all over his body seemed to be jumping for joy, and his meridians gave him a sense of comfort from time to time.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yang felt that his meridians were full of swelling and pain, and it seemed that he could no longer tolerate the excess spiritual energy. This feeling was too familiar, and he would feel like this every time he broke through to a higher level.

.

The only difference is that this is breaking through the eighth level, and the feeling is clearer than before.

Zhou Yang hurriedly gathered his mind, and instead of slowing down the absorption due to swelling and pain, he accelerated the speed. This is just like the human body reaching its potential. It is obvious that it can no longer run. As long as you grit your teeth and break through a limit, a new realm will follow.

Pain! This is the only feeling Zhou Yang feels at this moment. The meridians in his limbs feel like needle pricks. The original hurricane-like spiritual energy has disappeared. The spiritual energy surrounds Zhou Yang in a sticky manner, and strands of it squeeze into Zhou Yang's body like thorns.

However, this kind of pain did not last long. A "pop" sound, similar to the sound of a bottle cork being opened, seemed to ring in his mind. Zhou Yang suddenly felt that his whole body was full of strength, and he felt indescribably comfortable. The sticky spiritual energy that originally surrounded him

As if he had found his home, he was eager to be absorbed by Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang stood up instantly, looking up to the sky and roaring!

Nine levels of agility!

(End of chapter)