This is where Wu Chong teaches his disciples. Wang Tong and seven other disciples are sitting below, listening to what Wu Chong is saying.
"Simply repeating calligraphy and painting will always be just a craftsman. It is impossible to reach the third level after practicing until death. Just like those old men at Tianshumen, their potential has been exhausted." Wu Chong's voice came down from above.
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The seven students who were taking notes subconsciously stopped their pens.
The first disciple Wang Zhong couldn't help but say.
"Sir, although you are stronger than all the mountain leaders, there is no need to belittle them like this. Does this kind of heart-breaking remark go against the principles of a scholar?"
"I'm just discussing the matter, without any disparaging remarks. Also, what is a scholar?"
Wu Chong looked over and said in a condescending manner.
"You are seekers! If you still think of yourself as an ordinary poor scholar, you can get out of here."
"Is it against the way of the sages?"
Someone else couldn't help but speak.
"Sage?"
Wu Chong stretched out his hand and pinched it, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed. It lasted for about two breaths before returning to normal. This scene made all the students stunned. They pinched it all with their bare hands? Is this still the way of calligraphy and painting?
"When you can do this, you can also be a sage."
Can we also become saints?
The seven students were shocked by Wu Chong's words. This was the first time they heard such rebellious words.
"Go to your delusions and create! Remember, only by breaking common sense can you become a saint. Otherwise, you will never even think about entering the third realm."
Wu Chong on the stage was just like the leader of the cult, talking nonsense. The content he spoke was becoming more and more deviant, but the seven students below listened with fascination. The power of layers of delusion spread like invisible ripples.
Kai Lai, affecting the following seven students.
Normally, the values of ordinary students will definitely not change all at once, but Master Wu is not afraid. He has many means. The most intuitive one is to use false ideas to influence their mentality and release their suppressed ambitions and personalities.
Tianshumen wanted him to help train disciples for free, but he didn't expect that Wu Chong would directly dig up their roots.
After today's class, these students will all become disciples of deceit.
"Dreams can come true. Is this how the teacher breaks through to the divine realm?"
Wang Zhong looked at Wu Chong on the stage with red eyes. He suddenly felt as if the shackles he had always worn on his body had been broken. What rules and principles, what kind of order, everything was not as real as strength. When I become the sword holder
, the order of the world will be established by me!
"nature."
Wu Chong said with certainty.
His eyes fell on Mr. Wang, and he could clearly feel that the power in Wang Zhong's body had changed. The power of delusion slowly replaced the original 'consciousness'.
He is indeed a genius, he understands quickly.
The remaining six students were all the same, with varying speeds, and they had all switched from knowing the path to cultivation to his side.
"I want to live forever, but can I do it?"
The aura fluctuations on Wang Zhong's body became more and more intense. He didn't feel it before, but for some reason, after listening to Wu Chong's preaching, he felt that he suddenly understood.
"able!"
Wu Chong gave an affirmative answer.
"The premise is that your body can carry the power of eternal life, otherwise thinking about eternal life at this stage is just courting death."
"Then how can we practice to withstand this power? The exercises we have been exposed to in the past have taught us this. If we want to break through to the next level, we must accumulate and practice step by step. Rely on hard work to gain strength!" Wang Zhong
The student next to him spoke.
“Start with visible goals first, don’t stick to reality.”
"Visible target? I understand."
Wang Zhong, who was in the front row, looked at Wu Chong, and suddenly took out his writing brush and drew a long black line on the table. The 'artistic' python that only succeeded once in a while flew directly out of the paper and surrounded him.
This time the python is countless times more powerful than before, far beyond the level it just broke through.
"Wang Zhong? What are you doing!"
Several enthusiastic students like Wang Zhong were instantly awakened. They looked at Wang Zhong in front of them as if they were possessed by a demon and couldn't help but scold him.
Years of education have made them subconsciously respect their teachers, and their subconscious tells them that it is wrong to disrespect their teachers.
"Breaking common sense, this is what the teacher just taught us."
After releasing the python, the black python on Wang Zhong became more and more flexible, and the aura of delusion in his body became more solid, growing almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"good."
Not only was Wu Chong not angry, he also had a satisfied smile on his face.
What he wants is this kind of student who dares to think and act. That kind of obedient nodding off has no value to him. Even if he is forced to follow the path of delusion, he will not go far.
If you don’t dare to have delusions, what kind of delusions are you practicing!
"Then please ask the teacher to give some guidance to the students."
Wang Zhong's eyes gradually became abnormal, and all morality and etiquette disappeared from him.
Unscrupulous and lawless!
The python next to him seemed to sense his emotions, and roared towards Wu Chong.
Roar!
When the python roared and flew away from Wang Zhong, it actually became real. The vivid black scales were completely different from Wang Zhong's previous paintings.
Almost at the same time, Wu Chong on the stage stretched out his hand.
From the ground, a pool of pitch-black ink rose up and turned into a bigger mouth, swallowing the flying python in one mouthful.
After killing the python, a pool of pitch-black ink flashed in front of Wang Zhong and punched him on the chin, sending his whole body flying away.
Wang Zhong, who was hit, didn't react for a moment. His head buzzed, his neck tilted up, and he flew off the ground. The head above him hit the roof hard under the inertia. A branch broke.
The beam then rolled down. The tumbling body hit the desk again and rolled several times before stopping.
Wow!!
Wang Zhong, who was struggling to sit up, couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood as soon as he understood something.
"Too weak."
Wu Chong came over and looked down at Wang Zhong as if he were looking at garbage.
"Very good, so you are so delusional." Wang Zhong forced himself to sit up, recalling the experience of Wu Chong's fight just now, and suddenly understood.
Delusion, he is not bold enough.
He had taken up painting before, but his delusions were still confined to his desk.
Confined to the painting!
The true delusion should be omnipresent. As long as the power is enough, everything around you can be 'thought'. Just like the puddle of black ink that Wu Chong imagined just now, it was created out of nothing.
"Teacher, please save Senior Brother Wang first, he is too seriously injured." Wang Tong, the youngest, couldn't help but say.
Although he had been affected by Wu Chong's "preaching" before, he quickly came to his senses. Now he saw that Wang Zhong was so seriously injured that he had no intention of studying anymore.
"Carry it down."
Wu Chong waved his hand, picked up the bamboo slips that had just fallen on the table, and walked towards the door.
"I hope you all gained something, otherwise Wang Zhong's punch would have been in vain."
The sound came from the door, and several people in the room were silent for a while. Looking at Wang Zhong who stood up slowly, they suddenly felt a little pressure.
Senior Brother Wang seemed to have walked in front of them.