The old man waved, and the teacup in front of Lu Shanmin moved out of thin air to the center of the stone table.
"Although there are not many geniuses who are talented and despicable, there are still many throughout the ages."
"Do you know why so many genius people stop at half-step transformation of qi and always step through that threshold?" "Because they are brainwashed by themselves and draw the ground into prison. Before transforming into qi, internal practitioners need to understand the world's world.
Qi, suddenly realizes the laws of heaven, they must respect the laws of heaven, and over time, they will be deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. The more difficult it is to expel itself, the more they feel that the laws of heaven are unfathomable and undesecrated. The more they carry this kind of awe, the more difficult it is to break through and surpass, and finally form a
An unresolved knot. The way of heaven is freedom and also a bondage."
The old man picked up the teacup and poured out the cold tea inside, filled it with hot tea again, waved his hand, and the teacup returned to Lu Shanmin again. "He just fell in front of the door that broke through the last layer of constraints." "He is not
The first one will not be the last one, but one of the many who fell to the end and surpassed the door.”
Lu Shanmin was shocked by the old man's cold blood and ruthlessness. The energy in his body was shocked and almost spurted out blood. He seemed to see a devil, a demon wearing human skin.
"You know him, you should know him."
The old man sighed, "So he is not willing to die. He can not only contact hidden dangers, but also make some contributions to the Lu family before his death, which can also be regarded as fulfilling his responsibilities and obligations."
Lu Shanmin concentrated his mind to calm the stimulation of internal energy, and once again circulated the meridians that nourished the whole body.
"contribute"?
The old man smiled slightly, and his smile was so grim and weird.
"His contribution is not small." The old man pointed to the tea cup, "This tea moistens the spleen and strengthens the muscles, and drinking it will help you recover from your injuries."
Lu Shanmin picked up the teacup and took a sip. A warm current entered his body, but still could not warm his cold heart. The old man in front of him had surpassed his understanding of the warmth and coldness of everyone. He killed someone with a knife, and a dignified half-step master of qi transformation.
Even if you die, you will die at the hands of his closest relatives.
"He looks up to you like God, but you don't take him as a human being at all." "Fortunately he doesn't know, otherwise you will kill not only his flesh, but also his soul."
The old man smiled. Not only did he not have any guilt or sadness on his face, but he smiled happily.
His smile was so unpretentious, like a heartfelt happiness, just like a three-year-old child getting a candy, and he smiled naturally.
"I am very pleased and happy about your words."
Lu Shanmin felt a chill on his back. Facing such a person, no one would not get cold all over his body.
"What is the purpose of asking me to come?"
The old man said without any haste: "Isn't the invitation letter written very clearly, in order to resolve grudges."
"Do you think it's possible?"!
"I wasn't sure before, but I think it's OK with what you said just now."
"Absurd, you overestimate yourself."
The old man shook his head and looked into Lu Shanmin's eyes, "Do you feel guilty, sad, or even painful if you kill him?"
Lu Shanmin's pupils unconsciously dilated and his eyelids twitched. He had to admit that the old man was very accurate.
The old man nodded, "That's right. You are impressed by his righteousness and admire his compassionate way from the bottom of your heart."
The old man smiled, "I read that right, you are
A person with a conscience, a person who is very ordinary but rare among the masses."
Lu Shanmin stared at the old man in a daze, and a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind, "Old but not dead is a monster."
The old man said lightly: "Your guilt, self-blame and regret are destined to not kill the Lu family, and destined to not fight the Lu family to the end." "Also," the old man pointed at the west.
In the direction of the wing room, "The young man just now was named Lu Zimin. He will replace his grandfather as my successor. He will seek revenge on you in the future."
Lu Shanmin felt a chill in his heart. The old man's mind was so cruel and profound that he felt disgusted.
The old man spoke slowly, as if he was chatting, "But because you killed his grandfather, someone you admired, someone you didn't want to kill, so no matter how he provoked you in the future, you will let him go."
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As he said that, the old man smiled at Lu Shanmin, "Am I right?"
Lu Shanmin recalled the boy's face, his clean and clear eyes, filled with a huge amount of hatred.
The old man smiled faintly, "He has a pure heart like his grandfather, which helps him practice the first half of the time. Although he is only fifteen years old, he has entered the middle level of the late stage of the Yijing Realm, and
Compared to you, his talent is only high or low." "He also lacks enough doubts and challenges to the way of heaven, just like his grandfather."
The old man was quite proud, "It is difficult to transform the Qi state, but it is even more difficult to refine the mind. After experiencing the heart-wrenching pain, the unforgettable hatred, the endurance that ordinary people cannot bear, and
I believe that within twenty years he will become the next me.”
Lu Shanmin felt a chill on his back, "This is what you said to be the contribution"?
The old man nodded, "His death laid the foundation for resolving our grievances, and also cultivated a guardian of the Lu family. It is worth it, worth it, and dies to the point."
Lu Shanmin breathed out, and the internal energy in his body had been circulating for nine great circles, and the pain from the meridians had slowed down a little. "After that happened, I thought I had deeply understood the four words "human hearts were sinister", you
I taught me a lesson again today.”
The old man smiled, "Young man, just tell me about his experience."
The old man poured hot tea for Lu Shanmin again, "If you want to talk about his contribution, have you also benefited a lot? When you reach your level, you will not experience a cross-border life and death tempering, how can you go further?"
Lu Shanmin believed that after all these years of bloody storms, he had a comprehensive understanding of human nature, but Lu Bugui's words once again broke through his cognition. These words made him angry, chilled, and made him whole.
It was uncomfortable. He didn't want to talk about this topic with Lu Bugui anymore, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to help but take action now.
I took a sip of tea and calmed my mood as much as possible: "It's time to talk about what happened back then."
"There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and it takes a long time. Don't worry, chat slowly, and I will untie the doubts in your heart one by one."
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In Mazui Village, the flat asphalt roads directly lead to the village and rural buses have been opened. Villagers no longer have to rely on people to carry their carriages when traveling, and no longer have to worry about transporting the mountain goods in the village.
Bai Ling sat on the bus and looked out the window with a tired look on his face.
It’s snowing, this is the first snowfall in Mazui Village this year.
The scenery outside the window is still the same.
This road has been walked countless times, from junior high school to high school and then to college, and until now.
At that time, it was still a muddy road. Every Friday afternoon, Lu Shanmin would go to the town to pick her up home. Every Sunday afternoon, Lu Shanmin would accompany her to send her to the town. This was a gift for three years.
I finished sending her junior high school.
It was very bitter and sweet at that time.
There were too many laughter and joy left on this road.
He was always so quiet, listening to her telling every little thing about the school with a smile, and never being impatient.
She always talks so much, talking all the way, singing all the way, like a chirping lark.
He followed behind her with her schoolbag and luggage, and she jumped and sang and danced, full of joy.
Bai Ling showed a sweet smile on her tired face, and she supported her chin with one hand and leaned against the car window.
I don’t know when they started, but they have fewer words between them, to be precise, hers have fewer words.
It should have been since she went to high school. The skyscrapers and buildings in the county town have gained insight and made her so fascinated.
During the first summer vacation in high school, when she saw him at the bus station in the town again, he still smiled brightly, but she unknowingly lost some joy.
It’s still this road, there are still two people, less singing and less words.
Since then, the two of them have less and less words, from saying anything to saying nothing.
On the day of the school banquet, she knew that he was standing on the hillside not far away, but she didn't look at him.
On the day she left Mazui Village, she knew he was standing on the distant hillside, but she did not look back.
That day, sitting on the only tractor in the village, she burst into tears. Uncle Yang, who drove the tractor, only thought that she was reluctant to leave her fellow villagers and her parents. In fact, she had already wanted to leave Mazui Village at that time, but she was reluctant to leave the hillside.
That person.
However, she had no choice. She wanted to go to college and go to big cities, and he was always just a mountain villager. There was a gap between the two and could not be crossed.
At least, that was what I thought at that time.
And now, regret is meaningless.
The villagers thought that she returned to her parents and fellow villagers to fulfill her promise to fulfill her promises and return to her parents and fellow villagers. Only she knew that she came back with a scarred body and soul to seek shelter from her parents and fellow villagers.
In the past few years since she returned to the village, she has worked day and night, visiting villagers from house to house, walking through the surrounding mountains inch by inch, and working day and night for Mazui Village to get rich. With her efforts, she leads to the town
The asphalt road was repaired and the street lights were installed. I went out and opened up the direct/sales channel of mountain goods and brought in a tourism adventure company.
The villagers advised her to take a break, stop and not get tired of her body. But she knew that only by keeping herself busy can she calm her inner regret and pain.
"Secretary Bai, I've arrived at the village committee."
Bai Ling said oh, raised his hand to wipe the tears at the corners of his eyes.
"Thank you, Uncle Yang."
"Hey, Secretary Bai, it's me who should say thank you. If it weren't for you, I would still be driving a tractor."
Bai Ling smiled, picked up the luggage in her hand and got out of the car.
"Secretary Bai, why are you crying?"
Bai Ling turned around and smiled, "It's nothing, the snowflakes are falling into his eyes."