Longevity

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Chu Ling and the three of them nodded vigorously.

They feel the same way.

When I was practising before, I didn't feel tired at all, but felt that it was endless fun. I really wanted to keep practicing until the end of the day.

But once it stopped, he was exhausted and wished to faint immediately, as if all his strength and spirit had been drained.

This is in the outer courtyard of Kongoji Temple. If it is outside, this situation is very dangerous.

More importantly, the body is so exhausted that there is no warning, and it is necessary to continue to practice.

This is absolutely against the norm.

When the cultivation base has reached such a state, the body already has a spontaneous intuition, and if something goes wrong, it will issue a warning.

This mental method actually isolates the warning.

The more I thought about it, the more I tried to figure it out, the more I felt something was wrong.

Chu Ling asked, "Is this magic?"

Fa Kong pondered for a while, then nodded slowly: "It does have the effect of confusing the mind, it should be regarded as a magic art."

"Then can we still practice?" Chu Ling asked.

Fa Kong smiled: "If I say I can't practice, you don't want it, right?"

"If it's really magic, then don't practice." Chu Ling looked at Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang: "Really?"

Zhou Yang said: "With Master here, what about the magic power!"

Zhou Yu shook his head.

If it is magic, it is indeed more appropriate not to practice.

This magic art is different from the magic art of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, and has a stronger impact on the mind.

If you are addicted to it at the beginning, after practicing for a long time, you will not be able to control yourself, and you will definitely fall into it and cannot extricate yourself.

Once unable to extricate themselves, it is likely to endanger the body and spirit, causing powerful damage, ranging from mischief to death.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fa Kong: "Master, can we continue to practice?"

Fa Kong said: "It was originally a method of restraint. It was this ball. Once its strength was exhausted, it would naturally interrupt the cultivation."

The four looked at the ball.

They have been able to cultivate for so long because once the sphere is exhausted, it will be replenished immediately.

They kept consuming and replenishing, which led them to keep cultivating, and finally stopped when they could no longer support it.

If there was no replenishment, they would have stopped long ago.

"It turns out that this ball is still a means of restraint." Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "It's really exquisite."

"Is it a coincidence?" Zhou Yang said.

Chu Ling nodded.

She also thought it was a coincidence.

But this also shows the wonder of the creation of heaven and earth. The shortcomings of the sphere just eliminate the shortcomings of this mental method, and it is a masterpiece of heaven.

Therefore, this mental method must be practiced and must not be missed.

Fa Kong said: "For the time being, it's fine."

"Then hurry up and practice." Zhou Yang hurriedly said.

At this moment, his kung fu has recovered, his spirits are bright, his eyes are shining, and he can't wait to continue practicing.

Fa Kong said, "I'll practice tomorrow. I'll try to figure it out today, and think about my cultivation experience."

"...Okay." Zhou Yang reluctantly agreed.

Since Fakong spoke, he had to listen.

When the four of them turned to leave, Chu Ling didn't leave, turned back to Fakong and stared at him.

Fa Kong said: "Wang Huchen was injured, it really wasn't my fault."

Chu Ling snorted: "You can obviously let him avoid it, why don't you think of a way to let him avoid it?"

Fakong smiled.

Chu Lingdao: "I believe it's not you, but what about the father? Why do you have to test the father's patience?!"

Wang Huchen's injury must not have been done by Fa Kong. He disdains to be a man who goes back on his word.

But you can believe this yourself, what about the emperor?

What kind of suspicious person is the father emperor?

Fa Kong said: "The emperor is more patient than you think."

Chu Ling said angrily: "Is there any patience for the father, do you have to force the father to take action?"

Since she heard the news last night, she has been very angry, and the more she thinks about it, the more angry she feels, and she feels that Fakong's move is too inappropriate.

After thinking about it, she felt that Fakong's move would anger Chuxiong.

Fa Kong raised his brows: "The emperor is going to take action?"

"It's hard to say if it goes on like this!" Chu Ling hummed.

Fakong looked at her.

Chu Ling suddenly sighed.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "You can't hide your words, just say everything if you have anything."

She couldn't hide her words and emotions, and at a glance, she knew she was impatient.

Chu Ling sighed: "My father is very sensitive to your actions, and a trivial matter may be taken very seriously, resulting in an unstable state of mind."

She felt that Chu Xiong was a little stunned.

I'm too nervous about Fakong's affairs, and every little thing has to be investigated and investigated, researched and researched, and over and over again.

Make a fuss and worry about gains and losses.

She then told Chu Xiong that he didn't need to care about Fakong's opinion so much. He wouldn't mess around anyway.

However, Chu Xiong shook his head, saying that she was too wishful thinking, and she was too unaware of the dangers, so she didn't know how to take precautions.

Because Fakong can see the future, any subtle action in front of him may contain profound meanings and determine the future.

Therefore, it must not be taken lightly, no matter how important it is.

Chu Ling disagreed, feeling that even if he could see the future, everything might not be aimed at the future, and he was not so busy.

But these words failed to move Chu Xiong at all, and he couldn't even argue with Chu Xiong.

She was extremely annoyed, both Chuxiong's stubbornness and Fakong's arrogance.

Fa Kong said: "The emperor thinks too much, no matter what I do, I won't endanger Dagan."

"But you didn't tell the royal father about this at all."

"I said it, and the emperor believes it?"

"...At least he will be calmer and not be too worried." Chu Ling was stagnant and said helplessly.

Fakong smiled.

Chu Ling lowered his shoulders in frustration and sighed: "Yeah..., he won't believe it."

The emperor only believed what he thought, and did not believe what others said at all, and could not listen to what others said.

This is really frustrating and annoying.

And the same is true of Pharaoh.

It's not worry-free, it's really hard to be caught in the middle.

Fa Kong said: "Your trouble is that you think too much and make yourself too tired."

"How can I not want to!" Chu Ling said: "Seeing that the royal father is so hard, how can I not feel distressed."

Although the father is so tired, most of them are asking for it, but I still want to share his worries for him, help him, and relieve a little trouble.

Fakong thought for a while: "Okay, I will write a letter to the emperor."

Chu Ling was instantly refreshed.

Fa Kong said: "Please come over, the emperor, talk about what you think, and speak freely."

"It couldn't be better!" Chu Ling was overjoyed: "It's long overdue!"

Fa Kong laughed: "Earlier~www.readwn.com~ The emperor won't listen to me."

"Then write it quickly." Chu Ling said, "I'll send it over immediately."

"Okay." Fakong stretched out his hand.

Chu Ling hurriedly entered his room, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, quickly ground it, and respectfully presented the Zihao pen.

Fakon picked up a pen and wrote a letter.

After a while, he finished writing, folded it with two breaths, put it in an envelope and handed it to Chu Ling.

After Chu Ling took it over, he disappeared immediately, and the next moment he appeared at the gate of the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple. The next moment, he appeared in the center of Suzaku Avenue, and then quickly appeared outside the Humble Administrator's Hall.

Chu Xiong took the letter, opened it, and looked at Chu Ling with a frown.

Chu Ling stared at him earnestly: "Father, do you want to meet Fakong?"

"..." Chu Xiong pondered.

Chu Ling hurriedly said: "Let's meet, let's hear what he has to say, you can't keep guessing like this."