After the third elder finished speaking, Xuanxie looked at the third elder with a puzzled face and whispered: "I thought you were a face-saving person, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to admit defeat at this time."
"How much is face worth? If I lose, I lose. There is no excuse for this. They say that there are only two monks in Qingshan Temple, one is your brother Xuanzheng, and the other is you. At that time, I didn't
Convinced, Xuanzheng is the real third-grade Xuantian. Looking at the entire world, he is the top existence. But you, Xuanxie, are nothing more than living.
It's just that your luck is better than that of normal people. I usually call you a warrior monk. If you talk about realm, I will be a higher realm than you. Originally, I admitted that I couldn't beat you, but I didn't expect that I would be in a higher realm than you.
Years later, I still can't beat you, and your research on martial arts is actually no lower than your brother's." The third elder said slowly.
"Haha..." Xuanxie smiled helplessly after hearing this and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if the outside world says I am a warrior monk. In the end, I, Xuanxie, am nothing more than a useless person. If I can have a master when I reach your age,
Self-preservation in the soul realm is actually very good, but you and my brother
It’s different. As you get older, your understanding of martial arts will actually improve. The future of Jianghu still belongs to you people, and I, Xuanxie, only have the past and no future. For a person who has no future,
In other words, what’s the use of all the honors in the past?”
The third elder looked at Xuan Xie in front of him. He seemed to have never thought that Xuan Xie, who had always been carefree, could actually say such words at this time. As long as the arrogant Xuan Xie ten years ago was considered, it would have been unthinkable.
Something unimaginable.
"Jianghu is always making progress, and Jianghu belongs to those who can keep up with the progress, and this will be the case for me in this life. When you see me next time, I may not be able to defeat you!" Xuanxie
He said slowly, with a very helpless expression on his face.
"Then you haven't thought of any way to remedy it?" the third elder asked quickly.
"Repair?" Xuanxie smiled helplessly after hearing these two words, and said slowly: "My master told me that my body itself has a huge loophole. What I can do now is to use the internal energy in my body to
I need to slow down so that I can maintain my current state. But you have to know how difficult it is to maintain your current state.
To put it simply, it takes you several years to break through a realm, but I, Xuanxie, can only maintain my current realm by exerting ten times more effort than you. You say I am lucky, but I, a monk, cannot become a Buddha without Buddhist roots.
, I also have to work ten times harder than others in martial arts. Am I really lucky?"
After Xuan Xie said these words, everyone in the martial arts field stared at the fat monk with wide eyes.
No one thought about what this so-called Great Demon King, this so-called Xuanxie, this so-called immortal body had experienced before he could have the insights he just had.
God is fair after all, and God will not take special care of anyone.
This is true even for Xuanxie. People all think that Xuanxie is a lucky person who is rare in the world for a hundred years. However, in fact, Xuanxie seems not as lucky as people think. At least he is not as lucky as the little monk Wujie around him.
Jie is born to become a Buddha, and his qualifications in martial arts seem to surpass everyone in Qingshan Temple in the near future, including his master. Therefore, if there is really a lucky person in time, Wu Jie may be the one, and Xuan
Evil is not.
The third elder looked at Xuanxie in front of him and shook his head helplessly. The third elder knew what Xuanxie meant. A realm that could never be broken through, a monk who could never ascend. What was the meaning of Xuanxie's existence?
?
The third elder couldn't understand this problem, and Xuanxie couldn't understand it either.
"God is being unfair to me, Xuanxie!" Xuanxie suddenly raised his head and roared.
The sound was like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder that resounded throughout the Qingshan Temple.
At the beginning, the swordsman Li Taibai felt that God was unfair, so he pointed at the sky and scolded the immortal.
Looking at the entire world, it seems that all the martial arts practitioners who feel that God is unfair are geniuses who amaze the world, while those with mediocre qualifications never seem to shout out the words "God is unfair to me".
In fact, no one can say clearly whether God is fair or unfair. After all, this person seems to have been decided upon when he was born. Many people in the world tried to change their fate against God, but in the end, how many people succeeded?
?
It seems not.
After all, people can't defeat this heaven and this earth.
After all, people are still human, and you have to take what God gives you. If you reach out to take what God doesn't want to give you, it's all in vain.
The little monk stared at Xuanxie on the martial arts training ground. At this time, the little monk wanted to understand why such a powerful Xuanxie still felt that God was unfair. So what should God do to be fair? In the heart of the little monk, God
It is fair, and Buddha is also fair, because everything in the world must have gains and losses. If there really is a person who is invincible from birth, then what is the meaning of this world, and what else can people who practice martial arts in the world pursue?
God decides part of it, but the bigger part is still in your own hands.
The little monk remembers that when he was a child, he followed his elder brother out to beg for food. At that time, every time his elder brother wanted to eat, he would eat for him first because his elder brother said that he was stupid, so he had to eat more. God likes stupid people.
The little monk thought what his brother said was true, so he ate a lot every time, while the smart brother ate very little.
When he was a child, the little monk thought every day about when he would have enough to eat and when he would be able to let his brother have enough to eat. Every night, the little monk would ask his brother why everyone else could have enough to eat, but the two of them could never.
I'm full and can only eat other people's leftovers.
At that time, the little monk felt that God was unfair. He hated God for not giving food to himself and his brother, but to others.
But my brother's answer every time is that sooner or later, they will have enough to eat. God doesn't give much, but we can live on, so don't complain about God. Let's take as much as God gives us.
If God doesn’t give it to us, we have to rely on our own hands to get it!
Later, the little monk left his elder brother and the stupid old man. The little monk didn't want to leave his elder brother because he was afraid that he would have nothing to eat if he left his elder brother. But the master said that if he didn't leave, his elder brother would die.
The little monk fell, so the young monk followed the master to the mountain in order for his brother to survive.
Thinking of this, the little monk actually started crying.
After all these years on the mountain, the little monk has never cried or thought about his brother. But at this time, he doesn't know why he misses his brother so much.
That brother, God has been unfair to him since he was born.
"I don't know if my brother is still alive now? I don't know if that silly old man is still alive?" the young monk muttered, and then looked towards the north with tears streaming down his face. The young monk knew that the direction of the north was the direction of his home.
, the master promised himself that as long as one day he is strong enough and can defeat the master, he can go down the mountain to find his brother.
The young monk never mentioned his brother to the master for so many years because he was afraid that his brother was dead.
After letting out a long sigh, Xuanxie slowly walked to Wujie's side and found that the little monk was actually crying.
"Why are you crying because God is unfair to me?" Xuanxie asked Wujie helplessly.
"Master Xuanxie, I miss my brother!" Wujie turned to Xuanxie and shouted.
After Xuanxie heard this, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes paused for a moment, he reached out and touched Wujie's head, and said with a smile: "If one day you can become famous, your brother will naturally come to find you.
"
"Then how can we become famous?" the young monk asked innocently.
"Being like your master means making a name for yourself." Xuanxie continued.