To be honest, Xiao Yan really didn't want to give up on this so-called "Fen Jue". After all, a technique that could evolve into a heavenly level was too tempting for him. In this huge Dou Qi continent,
On the other hand, as long as anyone possesses the heaven-level skills, he almost has a pass to become a peak powerhouse.
However, although the technique is powerful, the success rate of less than 20% can scare everyone away.
With their fingers intertwined tightly, Xiao Yan's face looked a little uncertain, with hesitation and distress constantly intertwined.
Quietly looking at the silent Xiao Yan, a complicated expression flashed across Yao Lao's face. After a long time, he sighed softly: "You can only choose this kind of thing. I don't want to interfere too much, but
, I want to ask an extra question...do you have any feelings for that girl named Xiao Xun'er?"
"Huh?" Xiao Yan was startled by Yao Lao's unreasonable question. Xiao Yan's face turned slightly red and he opened his mouth. After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Why did the teacher suddenly ask such a question? Xun'er is my sister, right?
, how can I feel about her?" With the last sentence, Xiao Yan seemed to feel a little weak.
"Haha, sister? You also know that you have no blood relationship with her. That girl is only fifteen or sixteen years old now, but she has made the younger generation of the Xiao family admire her endlessly. When she grows up in the future,
, Is that okay?" At this point, Yao Lao glanced at Xiao Yan and said with a faint smile: "If you can think about it, how would you feel if she was held in the arms of another man one day in the future?
?”
The wry smile on his face froze slightly, Xiao Yan frowned slowly, exhaled lightly, and whispered: "It seems... a bit hard to accept."
"Hey, since you find it a bit hard to accept, then in your heart, you don't just regard her as your sister..." Yao Lao said with a half-smile.
His face turned red again. Xiao Yan was hesitant and speechless. He spread his hands helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, what exactly do you want to say?"
"I'm just telling you so much to let you understand your emotions... Since you have some evil thoughts about her, you should also consider your own strength and development potential." Yao Lao's face slightly condensed.
He smacked his lips and said with some confusion: "That girl's background is a bit scary. I don't know how she can be related to your small family with her background, but this can't fill the gap between you."
That gap, the difference in identity between you and her, is too huge. Even if that girl also likes you, those people behind her will never agree!"
"This continent is a world where strength is respected. Where there is strength, there is dignity. You clearly saw Nalan Yanran's attitude back then. The reason why she was able to condescendingly mock you was because of her background.
He is stronger than you!" Looking at Xiao Yan's appearance, Yao Lao sighed sincerely.
"The forces behind Xiao Xun'er are more terrifying than the Yunlan Sect. Therefore, in their eyes, your status is like an ant. Even if you have outstanding cultivation talent, they will not pay too much attention to it. After so many years, they see
There have been so many amazing geniuses... Only if you show the strength that truly makes them fearful can you possibly get what you want."
Xiao Yan touched his nose, shrugged his shoulders and said softly: "Practice this "Fen Jue", can I get that kind of power?"
"It should be said that it is only possible if you successfully practice the "Fen Jue"!" Yao Lao shook his head and added solemnly.
Xiao Yan sighed softly, resting his chin on his palm. The elegant girl's smile in the past slowly appeared in front of his eyes inexplicably, and the sweet laughter like silver bells lingered in his ears.
Xiao Yan took a long breath and said with a wry smile: "Teacher has said so much, why don't you tell me not to interfere with my choice?"
"Hehe..." Yao Lao touched his withered old face, smiled coquettishly, and said with a little embarrassment: "Okay, I admit that I mean to encourage you, but from my perspective, I really hope you
Can you practice this "Burning Jue"?"
"You should know that I am just in a state of soul now, right?" Yao Lao spread his hands and asked.
Xiao Yan nodded.
"In this state of mine, according to common sense, I should be considered dead. However, because my soul power is much stronger than that of ordinary people, I survived in such a strange way..." Yao Lao laughed at himself.
He smiled, with a touch of bitterness in his smile.
"I don't like this kind of illusory life. I still have some things that must be done personally, so I need to get out of this soul state.".
"Teacher, you want to resurrect the dead?" Xiao Yan blinked and said in shock: "There seems to be nothing in this world that can resurrect the dead, right?"
"Under normal circumstances, it is indeed the case." Yao Lao nodded, his eyes quietly turned hot: "But according to some vague introductions on "Fen Jue", if the cultivation is successful, it seems that several different fires that cooperate with each other can be used.
Forge a body that can accommodate the soul, and then, with the new body, I can be regarded as another kind of rebirth..."
"I have persisted in the dark darkness inside the ring for so many years, just in the hope that one day I can meet someone whose soul power meets the requirements. I am very lucky, and finally met you." Yao Lao's old and withered face concealed a hidden meaning.
An almost imperceptible sadness.
Yao Lao looked at Xiao Yan, who was staring at him with a pair of dark eyes, and said with a bitter smile: "Haha, just think of these words as idle chatter of an old man like me. Alas, I clearly said I would not interfere.
, but I still can’t help but talk too much. It seems that I really..."
Shaking his head mockingly, Yao Lao stretched out his withered palms, shaking his hands slightly, and two illusory scrolls, one black and one red, appeared on his palms.
"The red scroll is a low-level fire attribute skill, and the black scroll is the "Fen Jue"..." Yao Lao smiled and raised his hand, his withered old face was slightly softer, and said softly: "You choose for yourself
Well, consider your own factors, as long as you remember, no matter how you choose, you are still my disciple, and I will not blame you for this."
Looking blankly at the two illusory scrolls in front of him, Xiao Yan held his chin with his palm. After a long time, he licked his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said with a lazy smile: "Although I am a little afraid of death, but I don't have the strength.
There is no dignity, and I don’t want to suffer the kind of humiliation Nalan Yanran suffered a second time. Besides, if it really doesn’t work, wouldn’t it be the same if I switch to other exercises at that time?”
Shaking his head, Xiao Yan raised a bright smile on his delicate face, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the black scroll in Yao Lao's slightly red and moist old eyes.
Touching the scroll with his palm, the latter turned into a flow of information and poured directly into Xiao Yan's head.