Immortality Cultivation Era

The latest air-guided technique comes from the hands of singers, and the news has gone.

Xiuxian College is completely boiling.

The higher the person is cultivated, the more aware of what the new air-guided technique means for the Chinese Xiu Xianjie.

Originally, the entire Xiuxian world was speculating. Who is this new air-guided technique? It is also a person who can create such a qigong method. At the very least, it is also a Guwu master, and is aware of the practice of many martial art families. Advantages and Disadvantages, but when they learned that the air-guided technique was only from the hands of a 17-year-old boy, the expression on each face was more exciting and exciting.

It is no exaggeration to say that the emergence of a new air-guided technique is definitely a great merit. I don’t know how many cultivators will read each other’s good.

Of course, the only thing that doesn't feel anything about this thing is to sing.

He never felt that he had done something remarkable. On the contrary, he also thought that he would hand over the air-guided technique for himself.

Because even without him, air conduction will still appear, he is just putting the future things into the present, nothing more.

After the class, Gao Ge caught up with Liu Zhongyi.

"Mr. Liu, I have something to trouble you." Gao Ge said.

Liu Zhongyi was a little surprised, but he smiled and nodded and said, "What is it?"

"I want to go to the library," Gao Ge said.

Liu Zhongyi suddenly realized and asked: "What book do you want to find?"

"Look for some martial arts."

"This is no problem, I will give you my library card," said Liu Zhongyi.

Gao Ge was taken aback and asked: "Is this not so good?" After all, a card is a person. If Gao Ge is making troubles in the library, Liu Zhongyi is responsible.

"Nothing." When he spoke, Liu Zhongyi had already handed a small sign from his pocket and handed it over. "Do you know where the library is?"

"I really don't know." Gao Ge shook his head.

"I will send you in the past."

On the way, the two walked side by side.

The scenery of Xiuxian College is still very good, especially on the road to the library, both sides are sycamore trees, some like Jinling's streets.

"High song, I am very curious, always feel that you have seen me before." Liu Zhongyi said with a smile.

Gao Ge smashed his nose: "Some people are like this, the white head is as new as it is, and it is like a new one."

“The white head is as new as it is, and it’s like it?” Liu Zhongyi was a bit surprised, then he laughed. “It’s also true. But, don’t you really regret it?”

"What are you regretting?" asked Gao.

"With your qualifications, give me a student who wronged you." Liu Zhongyi carried his hands and walked slowly.

Gao Ge shook his head: "I never felt that there was any grievance. Teacher Liu is my husband. It is not just martial arts, but also a practice. It is the way to go. It is said that Master is leading the door and practicing in the individual. This sentence is very reasonable. I have now entered the door. When I am gone, Mr., you take a ruler and hit me twice on my palm, pulling me back. That's enough."

Liu Zhongyi smiled and asked: "You don't regret, I won't say anything more. Remember what I said before you? If you have anything I need to help, I will naturally help, if it helps." On the list, I will find a way to help. In fact, my favorite is not your cultivation, strength, but your character, always calm, not self-confident, this is a good thing, it will inevitably be with this college. It seems that it is out of place. After all, you are a student, not a gentleman. The real indifference is a static word. People are quiet and then safe, and they can be settled, they can be post-hui, and they can understand and understand. ""

Gao Ge meditated for a moment, stopped, and bowed to Liu Zhongyi: "High songs remember."

Liu Zhongyi also stopped, looked at the building in front of him, and looked at the song, and said: "Come on, go ahead, the truth under the sun, in fact, in the book, I told you, but I see it. In fact, there are some truths. I don't understand myself. If I understand it, I won't tell you in the same way, but in my own way, my words will tell you. The truth in the book is not necessarily right. But when you feel that the book is not right, you should talk to the world, why is it wrong, otherwise you should follow it."

"Yes."

Liu Zhongyi waved his hand and turned away.

Gao Ge looked at Liu Zhongyi's back and smiled.

He turned and walked toward the library.

The library of Xiuxian College is not as grand as it is imagined. On the contrary, it is somewhat rudimentary, with only two layers.

An old man dressed in a Confucian shirt sits in the doorway of the library and basks in the sun. He still holds an "The Analects of Confucius" in his hand. After watching it for a while, he shakes his head and repeats it. In this way, he will recite it and write it down.

"Come on, stop." The high song came to him, and he suddenly spoke.

When the four words were just spoken, one force would stop the singer, as if there was an invisible wall in front of him.

"Speaking with the law!" Gao Ge was taken aback, turned his face and looked at the old man lying on the recliner, his face was even more respectful.

"Well?" The old man opened his eyes and looked at the song, and he was a little surprised. "Do you know a lot?"

Gao Ge smiled and saluted the old man.

"My Confucian disciple?" asked the old man.

"The college disciples are all Confucian disciples." Gao Ge said seriously.

The old man sneered aloud: "Nonsense, I really thought I didn't know? Nowadays, young people in China can shout with a lot of scorpions, Confucianism, poisoning China for thousands of years, is this just a hole in the wind?"

Gao Ge thought about it and argued: "There is some truth, but it doesn't make sense. Many young people think that China has always adhered to Confucianism, can let the cut, can retreat, and talk about benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, faith, Loyalty, filial piety, sorrow... These thoughts make us slightly weaker in the face of strong enemies."

"So you think this is wrong?" The old man of the Confucian shirt suddenly stood up and was furious and fluttered.

Gao Ge took a step back and still felt a majestic pressure. The power of the stars in the body and the subconscious madness surged. It is obvious that Gao Ge has already encountered danger.

"The reason is to put it on the table, but I will not sit on the same table with a weak person." Gao Gezheng said, "The Confucian thoughts of Confucius thought in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States are flying flesh and blood, looking at a piece of gold. Ge Tiema, the era of Ma Ge's wrappers, he stood in the wild, the corpses piled up on the mountain, the lotus blossoms, the mouth spit the holy words, in the era of 'the world is not saved, the green cows out of the valley' do not give up their own ideas, educate the world It is true that people regain their morality and righteousness, but they can be judged by the later generations. It is wrong to let go of barbarians. It is wrong to cover the weakness of the world with Confucianism. The wrong is not the thought. The wrong time is to pick up the Analects. But put down the long knife in the hands of defending the country!"

The old man showed his brilliance, such as the blade flickering.

Gao Ge does not retreat.

After a while, the old man laughed.

"Good, great good!"

After all, he lay back on the chair.

"go in!"

Gao Gechang sighed, rubbed the sweat on his forehead, and strode into the library.

After the song was pushed in, Liu Zhongyi returned to the library door.

"Sir, if you don't look at his book, you will let him in. Some are not in line with the rules of the school." Liu Zhongyi stood by and whispered.

"Well, I can't easily see a smart person. What if he doesn't have a book? Why can't he let him in? If you don't do it, I won't look at it!" The old man closed his eyes and whispered.

Liu Zhongyi is not happy.

"Liu Zhongyi." The old man suddenly spoke.

"Sir, the disciple is here."

"You are better than me."

"The disciple does not dare..." Liu Zhongyi faced the old man and expressed some sincerity and fear.

"You are indeed stronger than me. You see, if you have a good student, I will not be able to do it." The old man sighed and glanced at Liu Zhongyi.

Liu Zhongyi: "..."