Therefore, many people regard being punished in a quiet room to reflect on their mistakes as a way to improve their cultivation.
Many people in black heard that he was going to the quiet room again, and they all congratulated him and wished that his skills would be even better when he came out of the quiet room.
The Thousand-faced Young Master smiled bitterly and was noncommittal.
In the past, he did like to go to a quiet room to practice, because he had no emotions, no joy, anger, sorrow, and a single mind, so he could get twice the result with half the effort in practice.
But now, he is no longer the person he used to be. The Thousand-faced Young Master with no six senses is gone forever.
He already has human feelings, emotions, joys, anger, sorrows, and joys, and his heart is a mess. Under such circumstances, how can he calm down and practice
The back mountain is steep and barren, and no one with a little bit of qinggong skills can climb it. Even those who are good at qinggong must be careful when climbing this dangerous peak. If they are not careful, they will slip and fall into the abyss below. , fell to the point where no bones were left.
Not only did Master Qianmian's skills recover, but his skills were more than doubled than before. When he climbed the dangerous peak again, he felt that his body was as light as a swallow. With just a tap of his toes, his body climbed a long way up. Cut off, I was surprised and happy at the same time.
He suddenly thought that with his current skills, if he met the young emperor of the Western Chu Kingdom again, he might not be his opponent!
Somehow, when he thought of Mo Chuan, he thought of the guy's dark eyes staring at him secretly by the pond that night, cold and emotionless, just watching him fall into the pond. , almost drowned.
If you don't avenge this, you are not a gentleman!
There was a surge of resentment in his heart. He just wanted to go in front of the young emperor, give him a good beating, find out his bad luck, and then tell the story of how that girl Shen died at his own hands. He told him that the expression on his face must have been very wonderful at that time!
Isn't this guy very affectionate towards Girl Shen? Didn't he not even look at any woman except that girl Shen
Very good, then he will tell him the news of Shen Yatou's death personally, and look at his heartbroken and miserable expression.
Haha, interesting, so interesting!
The Thousand-faced Master couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Thinking about it this way, the sadness in his heart seemed to lighten a lot, because he would only relieve his own pain when he saw that others were in more pain than himself.
He climbed the dangerous peak and came to the small wooden house at the top. Speaking of this small wooden house, it was just a few unpeeled big trees built haphazardly. It could only provide protection from the wind and rain, but not much A little bit comfortable.
The cabin was extremely shabby. There were no tables, chairs, or any furniture at all. It was empty. There were just a few futons spread on the floor. I usually sat on the futons to meditate and practice. When I felt sleepy, I could spread the futons in a row to sleep.
The simpler the conditions, the more suitable it is for diligent practice.
Young Master Qianmian sat on the futon, doing his exercises cross-legged as he did every time he came to the quiet room to meditate.
But in the past, he could quickly get rid of distracting thoughts and devote himself wholeheartedly, but this time, no matter how calm he was, the shadow of a person was always lingering in his mind, and her voice kept ringing in his ears. At that time, Her teasing, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes witty words, as well as her lively and flexible eyes, the slightly teasing smile with raised corners of her lips, always appeared vividly in front of his eyes.