A Full-level Commander Who Joins the Chat Group

It's not that he is so ruthless, or that he doesn't like those parents, on the contrary, he likes and respects those parents who are not rich or powerful, but he was discovered to have a talent for cultivation when he was young, and it didn't take long He left the house and entered the sect. There were a lot of affairs in the future, and the practice was relatively busy. Although he had been providing all kinds of secular finances to the parents, there were a lot less when he went back.

Later, when he returned to his parents again, they were already gray-haired, smiling and proudly introducing their son to others, a disciple of a great sect, and a cultivator with a bright future.

He was a little uncomfortable being praised, and wanted to tell them that he was just an ordinary disciple there, and that he was better than the odd jobs outside, let alone a bright future...

But after all, he didn't say these words out of his mouth, but spent the last period of time with his parents with a smile. After the two elders smiled at Jiuquan, he kept a filial piety for three years, and then returned to the Zongmen to continue to practice.

He has stepped into the path of cultivation. Although he is not a monstrous genius, there is no need to worry about his lifespan. He has already expected this day, but he never expected that he would still be so sad when he was prepared. Even after returning to the Zongmen, he was almost eroded by the demons because of this sadness. Fortunately, with the help of the experts in the sect, he barely saved his life, but his realm also dropped a notch.

Time flies, and he fell back to that realm again, and then broke through, and then broke through.

The number of people of the same generation as him in the sect gradually decreased. Some were fighting within the sect, some were outside the sect, and some had different ideas. The reasons were various, but most of them did not die naturally because of insufficient cultivation, but died in On things other than practice.

Sometimes he also envies those colleagues who go out and venture out, have a bold personality and rich life experience. Sometimes when he pretends to be a mortal and goes to a teahouse to drink tea, he will be fascinated by the stories in the storyteller's mouth, and will look at those days. Lists such as the ranking list are in a daze, imagining how high-spirited the young talents on it will be.

But just think about it.

Because he knows that kind of life is actually not suitable for him. Under the appearance of happiness and enmity, there is a bloody storm, and the relationship between brothers is intricate. He doesn't like killing, and he is not very good at handling interpersonal relationships. Sitting alone in the Book Collection Pavilion inside the Zongmen, holding a book, making a pot of tea, sitting all day long.

He could hear the clamor in his ears, such as a certain genius broke through three realms in a row, a certain abandoned disciple accidentally got a treasure, who in the sect was fighting with whom, and which big boss outside the sect turned out to be born again...

He can listen, but he doesn't pay too much attention. He concentrates on the book more often, his eyes sweeping over the words, marveling at the wisdom of the predecessors, and learning the truth in it.

Later, some changes happened in the sect, some people left, and some positions were vacated. As the older generation, although they are not famous like transparent people, and their strength is not outstanding, they were still assigned a deacon. By the way, at his strong request, he moved his residence to the vicinity of Zangshu Pavilion, and took a deputy post as Secretary of Zangshu Pavilion by the way.

At this time, he started to go out once in a while when he had a job. When he went out, he went to the teahouse to drink tea and watch the Tianbang and Dibang as before.

But what is different from before is that those familiar names have been changed one after another, only a few vaguely crowded at the end, or towering at the top, the stories of the storyteller in the teahouse have also changed one after another, and the protagonists are constantly changing Well, before the next episode, those stories he had heard half had completely disappeared into the world, and he couldn't get a trace of them.

He was a little bit regretful, but also a little bit surprised. It was a pity that he could not finish listening to the stories. He was a little surprised that those who were once the favorites of heaven disappeared one by one. It disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

This made him wonder while sighing.

The so-called practice, what exactly are you looking for?

The book says it is longevity, and the sect also says so, but he doesn't think so, or rather, he thinks those people don't think so.

Compared with Changsheng, they seem to like fighting more, fighting more, and showing off more, and they are not fundamentally different from ordinary people who are busy in the market.

But it seems pretty good, after all, no matter how much you practice, the practitioners come out of human beings, and they are also human beings. It's not good if they have to become like the "too high and forgetful" written in the book, like a latrine The stinky stones inside are smelly and hard, that's a bad thing.

Then time passed again, the sect changed several times again, and the outside world was also in constant turmoil. Countless geniuses and heroes wrote their legends, and he was still studying in the library.

Then, while he was reading, when there was a bloody storm outside and legends continued, he raised his head in the corner of the library, and inexplicably recalled the previous doubts in his mind.

Practice, what is it for?

He rummaged through the books in Zangshu Pavilion and understood countless truths, but he still couldn't answer this question.

So he decided to go for a walk.

He asked for leave with the senior officials of the Zongmen, and when they looked like 'what the hell, the dead house went out, is the world going to be destroyed? ' With a shocked expression, he took a few books he was reading and stepped into the world.

Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, there is no such sentence in the world where Xiang Zuo lives, but the principle is the same.

Of course he didn't walk ten thousand miles, or rather, he didn't remember how far he had traveled. It might be less than ten thousand miles, or it might be more.

He has met many people, experienced many things, seen the heat and cold of the world, and intervened a lot.

Help farmers design spiritual circles to help crops grow, adjust the veins of small melon skins that have gone wrong in cultivation, collect herbs when passing by mountains and rivers, and travel around pretending to be a barefoot doctor after going down the mountain...

His name appeared on the earth list, and then on the sky list, but his name went up and down, because he had never fought, no one knew how strong he was, and no one who had seen him could describe him The strength, I only said that it should be very strong, but it seems to be very weak...

People don't know his name, because he had many aliases during the parade, and they didn't know which one was his real name. Afterwards, everyone thought that his iconic feature was that he would hold a book to read wherever he went, so they called him "Shu Lao" '.

The writers of the Tianbang and Dibang are about to lose their hair because of his distress, because he really doesn't fight, his personality is quite gentle, and he is willing to help others, so no one wants to do anything to him, and if he proposes a discussion, he will be rejected. Rejected on the basis of 'good at reading, not fond of fighting'... There is no way to exclude him from the ranking.

But Xiang Zuo didn't care about these, because he was still thinking about the question before departure.

Practice, what is it for?

And during this walk, he had two new doubts.

man, what the hell?

What is the aura of heaven and earth used for cultivation?

These three questions were not answered until he returned to the Zongmen after his trip. After saying hello to the Zongmen and going back, he returned to the familiar Library Pavilion, looked at those familiar books, pondered for a long time, and finally Determined.

Read it again.

It's been a long time again.

The suzerain of the sect has changed twice, and the outside situation has undergone tremendous changes. Countless geniuses have passed by like meteors.

He in the Library Pavilion raised his head, put down the last book in the Library Pavilion that had been turned to the corner and let out a long sigh.

He got it.

People are people.

Practice is a tool, there is no specific goal, it depends on what you want to do.

Reiki is also a tool, similar to the food that ordinary people eat. The more you eat, the stronger you will be. However, it has other uses besides filling your stomach.

But these three problems have been solved, but new problems have emerged in an endless stream.

What is the existence of gongfa?Do people have to practice to have a way out?How should this world be?and also...