Chapter 814 Chapter 118: The Guardian Visits

Looking at the extremely longing gazes of Cui Haoran and Li Xuanba, Tang Luo sighed: "Think about it carefully, is this set of secret techniques really invincible? A fierce martial artist, if the body is destroyed, it is considered dead, no matter how strong it is. The soul will eventually be wiped out because of the dissipation of spiritual power. If the opponent destroys your physical body and then escapes with mysterious jade, if the other party does not sacrifice to you to the limit of the soul, you will use the "burning spirit" after your blood is consumed. "Blood Curse", you can directly activate Xuanji Jade. How many times can you withstand such a loss for ordinary warriors in the fierce state?"

"This kind of situation where opponents are trying to smash you to death, after all, is just a game simulated by the phantom. You have to be hard when you hit the iron. I want to look down on the heavens with a desperate technique, and I don’t pay attention to the heroes of the world. Inside, what do you think?"

After he finished speaking, Tang Luo turned around and walked into the room. When he closed the door, he saw the three young people outside the room either thoughtful or depressed, and sighed inwardly.

The fascinating thing about shortcuts is that they will always give you a false and beautiful dream, just like "the anger of a man". It will make you mistakenly think that as long as you have completed this set of secret techniques, you will have the same qualifications as a sect. .

In fact, how can this group of young people represent any sect, but it is just a group of seedlings that are still in the continuation stage of their infancy.

Although there are even a few fierce martial artists among them, this does not change the fact that they still know nothing about the world.

Everyone has their own order of appearance. The stronger the organization, the longer the juvenile state will last. If it is placed in the homes of ordinary people, the pinnacle of the world will already be called the backbone of the family and must find a way to support it. One family.

But in the family, only at the time of extinction, will the clan be regarded as a human being and begin to distribute some tasks.

As for the wealthy and sects, not to mention, unless you are amazing, you can only have some right to speak when you reach the fierce state. Before that, you only need to focus on martial arts.

Why are ordinary disciples inferior to elite-educated elites, and elite-educated elites find it difficult to match the style of sectarian disciples.

Many people blame the result on the starting point, so they came up with a way to force the innocent children to forge ahead, abandon all the time for fun, and wish to build a foundation at the age of three, be in the world at the age of five, and shed at the age of eleven, so that they can appear good at training. Child, and said that he would never let his disciple lose at the starting line.

But they seem to forget that life in martial arts is not a sprint. How far and fast can be run is not determined by how early the child starts.

Trying to summarize an extremely complex problem so simplistically, the final result can only be a complete failure.

In Tang Luo's view, the most successful aspect of the sect than the family is to continue to extend the continuous education of this juvenile state, so that in the end, all the disciples of the sect are so dazzling and talented.

As for the practice of two years in the early and two years in the late, looking at it to the dimension of a hundred years, it seems not to be a problem.

Tang Luo sitting at the desk again sighed, then took out the pen and paper, and began to decipher the miraculous initiation. As time passed, it was late at night unknowingly when a soft knock on the door sounded.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

The three not-so-heavy taps are like measured by a clock, each with the same interval of time, which does not make people feel urged, nor does it appear lazy, just right.

This is obviously not the cultivation that Long Xi's three frizzy players can embody, and it is not the alienation that Xu Laoying's cousin needs to show, so who is knocking on the door?

Tang Luo put down the pen and opened the door in a puzzled manner. A well-mannered, thin man stood in front of the door. It was Chen Menglu who had a relationship in the Dreaming God Array.

"It is a great honor for Zongshi Chen to visit the humble house, please come in."

"I take the liberty to bother, thank you little friend for your compassion."

Tang Luo passed the door and said respectfully towards Chen Menglu. Although he tried his best to avoid meeting with the great master, everyone came to the door. Naturally, there was no reason to avoid it, and he also felt that he knew that the seal of the Four Gods was a rule. The train of thought, however, is still the indomitable grandmaster surnamed Chen. He has a bit of artist's stubbornness. Although I don't appreciate it, it's not disgusting.

The two of them sat down in the room. Tang Luo poured a cup of fragrant tea on Chen Menglu. After the tea fragrance filled the house, he asked, "Look, Master Chen is in a good mood, but is there any new progress in the Four Gods Seal? ?"

"Cheng Xiaoyou auspicious words." Chen Menglu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "In the past two days, Chen had read Bi Fangshan's research notes on the Four Imperial God Seals, but he still did not find the path to the king's realm. Chen talked about the people of the **** seal. As a last resort, Chen thought of his little friend, don’t blame it."

The high places are too cold, the loneliness and the loneliness mean that when you reach a certain height, you are willing to share many things, and most people do not understand it.

They can only pretend to understand and compliment and agree. The real loneliness is not when you are doing research alone, but when you work hard to complete the research, but you find that the whole world except yourself is fundamental No one can understand the value.

Just like in the eyes of all the martial arts masters of Wu Shengshan, studying the Four God Seals is a waste of life. The reason Bu Chun is willing to exchange all of Bi Fangshan's research on the Four God Seals is because he judges that this technique is worthless.

In such a lonely environment, Chen Menglu felt that the only person who could speak was actually the prince of the family in front of him, which was a kind of irony.

"Master Chen." Tang Luo weighed his words to persuade the depressed people in front of him: "Life is full of suffering. You have cultivated the Four Imperial God Seals to an unprecedented level, so why should you continue to demand further steps? In a holy place like Wu Shengshan, the perfection of the sacred martial arts has also taken thousands of years. If I were you, instead of spending my time pursuing the aimless road ahead, I might as well go out here and look for disciples who are willing to practice the Four God Seals. Maybe first Continuing the inheritance, these four imperial seals will be possible to realize the future?"

"What the little friend said, Chen doesn't even know it." Chen Menglu smiled bitterly: "But the Four Imperial God Realm has been completely merged into the Great Thousand World more than a decade ago, and it has been filled with the vitality of the heaven and earth, and the last holy altar of the God Realm has lost its divine power. Chen is already the last heir of the Four God Seals."

Facing a world's ultimate inheritor and tomb-keeper, Tang Luo could only pour another cup of fragrant tea for him in silence, and quietly listen to the story of the Four God Seals.

(End of this chapter)