Sure enough, within a few days, Long Xiangtian began to think about giving up.
He always felt that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to beat Xiao Wuji. Whenever he thought of this, his heart sank.
Despite this, Long Xiangtian was still very serious about his cultivation.
For several days, the feeling of giving up became stronger and stronger. Every time he was about to practice, Long Xiangtian would ask himself, could he really become stronger, succeed, and beat Xiao Wuji with the skills gained from practice
Is it really useful to cultivate these things? Why should I cultivate these things? Maybe I am really a failure, unable to accomplish anything and failing in everything I do.
Long Xiangtian asked himself this question more than once. With these troubles, Long Xiangtian became more and more decadent and a little irritable about cultivation.
Every time he trained, Long Xiangtian, who always practiced seriously, always showed an impatient expression on his face, but he still had to practice, which made Long Xiangtian feel even more depressed.
Long Xiangtian himself actually knew that he had to calm down and not be impatient when practicing, but he didn't know why he couldn't calm down for a long time.
Long Xiangtian began to question whether his decision was right and whether he should give up. Sometimes he couldn't sleep at night because of these annoying things.
Every time he thought of this, Long Xiangtian would become very irritable, like an angry lion, easily ignited. So no one dared to provoke him.
In the next two days, Long Xiangtian, who had always been very serious about cultivation, began to have a cynical and detached attitude towards cultivation. This made the old man, who had always paid special attention to him, pay even more attention to him.
When the old man really felt that he had given up, he shook his head helplessly, feeling somewhat disappointed with Long Xiangtian.
The old man once thought that Long Xiangtian was different from other ordinary people. When he first met Long Xiangtian, Long Xiangtian had a strong aura, which was different from other people and was very easy to attract people.
He originally thought that Long Xiangtian would be able to concentrate on his cultivation and stick to the end, but he didn't expect that he was actually an ordinary person. He was also a person who gave up easily and succumbed to difficulties. He hoped that he had not misjudged him.
He had never made a mistake before. I hope he was not wrong this time.
At this moment, the old man felt that he had to take action, otherwise, Long Xiangtian would definitely give up practicing. Once Long Xiangtian gave up practicing, the consequences would be disastrous.
The only way to defeat Xiao Wuji is to rely on Long Xiangtian to master these skills. If he succeeds, it will be the best. If he fails, it is just fate.
The old man touched his beard, frowned, and shook his head irritably, trying to make himself more awake. The old man stood in the yard, pacing in the huge yard.
After a long time, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and then he slowly sat down on the stool, thinking quietly for a long time. Finally, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he seemed to have made some important decision in his heart. There was finally some clarity in the old man's eyes, and the old man had thought of a solution.
In fact, the old man’s decision was very simple. He wanted to have one last calm conversation with Long Xiangtian to talk about Long Xiangtian’s ideals and his future.
He wanted to ask Long Xiangtian about his recent cultivation progress first, and then tell Long Xiangtian some things when Long Xiangtian said he wanted to give up.
Afterwards, he wanted to tell Long Xiangtian what kind of mentality a cultivator should have, and try his best to help Long Xiangtian calm his restless heart, let him rest for a while, and let the decadent Long Xiangtian know the importance of hard work in cultivation, and by the way, tell him some life lessons that would be beneficial to Long Xiangtian.
The old man wanted to let Long Xiangtian leave after they had a conversation.
Because in fact, the old man believes that a person who can't even stick to his goals is really not suitable to stay in this place. To put it bluntly, such a person should not exist.
And now the decadent Long Xiangtian is really not suitable to stay in this place, so the old man decided to tell him his thoughts after talking with Long Xiangtian and let him pack his luggage and prepare to leave.
The old man felt that he didn't want to stay here any longer. But now was not the time to think about these things. The most urgent thing now was to find Long Xiangtian immediately, otherwise it would be a waste even if he prepared more excuses.
Even though the old man knew that the hope was slim, he still hoped in his heart that Long Xiangtian would suddenly wake up and devote himself to cultivation.
In fact, Long Xiangtian was also feeling uncomfortable. In his heart, the old man was his master, and he did not want to disappoint his master's expectations of him. He forced himself to calm down and practice with concentration, but the effect was not great. Instead, he hated practicing even more, which puzzled Long Xiangtian.
Why has he worked so hard for so long but achieved nothing? If things continue like this, he will never be able to defeat Xiao Wuji.
Could it be that I was born unable to beat Xiao Wuji? Thinking of this, Long Xiangtian laughed at himself. Long Xiangtian, oh Long Xiangtian, if you can't beat Xiao Wuji, you might as well give up early. Forget it!
But what about the old man and Zhao Ziru? How much they hope that he can concentrate on training and defeat Xiao Wuji! At this moment, Long Xiangtian is very conflicted.
Suddenly, two villains, one black and one white, appeared in Long Xiangtian's mind. The white villain said, "Long Xiangtian, cheer up! If you act like this, are you worthy of your master who saved you? Are you worthy of Zhao Ziru?!"
Long Xiangtian's expression showed some movement, and the black villain said, "Long Xiangtian, ah, Long Xiangtian, how could you be so shaken!"
The black villain said menacingly, "Even if you start practicing now, you will not be able to defeat Xiao Wuji, so it is better for you not to practice."
Zhao Ziru won't blame you. As for the old man, he is not related to you at all. Why should you listen to him
The black villain had a cold look on his face, and the smile on his face was a little strange, which made people panic. Long Xiangtian retorted, he is my master! The black villain sneered: Long Xiangtian, in your heart, do you really have him as your master? The black villain felt a little contempt in his heart.
After hearing what the black villain said, Long Xiangtian's heart, which had just wavered, fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley. In his heart, he acknowledged what the black villain said.
Long Xiangtian, what are you still expecting! You have no way to defeat Xiao Wuji! However, will Zhao Ziru be extremely disappointed in him
Long Xiangtian smiled. Forget it, let him be disappointed. He didn't expect Zhao Ziru to have high expectations for him.
In fact, Long Xiangtian was still in pain. On the one hand, he didn't want to disappoint those who had high expectations of him, but on the other hand, he wanted to give up. But no one knew what Long Xiangtian was really thinking.