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- Fu Xiaowa continued to supplement the skills of the ** meridians and entered the next stage of practice. This meridians are divided into many stages. After breaking through the second injection point, it is time to enter the second stage of practice. This stage is better than the first stage. One stage is more complex. When Fu Xiaowa died in the first stage, he was tortured by these complicated things, and now in the second stage, he was even more ecstatic.
With a snap, he closed the meridians, wrote down the practice method, and went back to ask the old man for advice. Maybe this old man really had a way, at least in the first stage, he gave him guidance on how his practice was going. smoothly.
After Ben threw the book back to the management office, someone was sent to help him take it back to the second floor. Fu Xiaowa kindly sent it back to its original place. Anyway, there was no big problem for him to go up to the second floor.
Finding the original location of the ** Meridian, Fu Xiaowa pulled out the books on both sides, then put the ** Meridian back on the bookshelf, clapped his hands, and prepared to go home with satisfaction.
"Wait a minute!" Fu Xiaowa was about to go home when he heard the middle-aged man next to him, who had been silent all this time, calling Fu Xiaowa to him.
"Oh? What did uncle call me for?" Fu Xiaowa turned around and found that the middle-aged man was holding a book in his hand and looking at him with a strange look.
"Where did you get these clothes?" The middle-aged man knew strangely that these were not Fu Xiaowa's clothes.
Fu Xiaowa also felt strange. Could it be that these clothes didn't look like his own? Could it be that he had to wear tattered clothes by nature to look like his own clothes?
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Fu Xiaowa just didn't believe it. Could it be that he was the material with a bare butt.
"These are not your clothes, tell me where they came from!" The middle-aged man's face darkened.
"How do you know it's not my clothes? Do you have to write my name on it? It's called my clothes!" Fu Xiaowa said firmly.
"Do you know what kind of clothes this is?"
"Clothes worn by people!" Fu Xiaowa said coquettishly.
"It seems that you don't know the seriousness of the matter. If it is stolen, take it off honestly and give it to me, and I will return it to the original owner. I will treat it as if it never happened. If not, explain its origin. Otherwise, Don't blame me for being rude!" The middle-aged man put the book back on the shelf.
A faint light shone in from the window, illuminating the dark second-story pavilion. It was quiet all around. There were very few students here, so no one noticed what was happening in this area.
?? Fu Xiaowa felt very strange, who was this strange middle-aged man, and why was he so nosy? He asked him to take it off. I just told him to go back naked, but he shouted: "You are not allowed to touch the Sutra Pavilion. This is a rule. Don't, don't think I don't know!"
"That's right, you are not allowed to do anything in the Sutra Pavilion. I set this rule!" But I saw the middle-aged man's hand light up. Fu Xiaowa was shocked. He didn't expect that this man would do it as soon as he said it, without any hesitation.
"You have to pay for breaking things!" Fu Xiaowa said nervously and scared.
The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled lightly, his voice was calm and confident: "No!"
But he saw a phantom. Before Fu Xiaowaxue had time to scream, he found that his neck had been pinched by hands, making him unable to scream even if he wanted to.
Fu Xiaowa grabbed the claws on his neck like iron pincers and struggled hard. No matter how hard his hands were, he couldn't break away the fingers that were holding his neck. This was the first time he encountered such a master, and he had no time to resist. It's already been brought under control.
Fu Xiaowa's two feet have already risen from the ground. He can't even cough, and his two feet are stepping randomly in the void. Fu Xiaowa saw how powerful he was, so the middle-aged man let go of his hand, and Fu Xiaowa fell down. He collapsed on the ground and kept coughing.
"How about it, do you still dare to make noise?" The middle-aged man said calmly.
Fu Xiaowa was frightened. This person's cultivation level was too high. He was not in the same realm at all, and he was not in one or two realms.
"Tell me, where did you get these clothes?"
"Ahem!" Fu Xiaowa rubbed his neck uncomfortably and grinned: "No, it's just a piece of tattered coarse cloth. Why are you so serious!"
"Those tattered coarse cloth clothes are the only one in the world. You're so well dressed, don't talk nonsense, tell me where they came from!" As he said that, the middle-aged man raised his hand again.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Fu Xiaowa was scared and hurriedly replied: "This is what an old man lent me to wear!"
"An old man?" The middle-aged man asked strangely.
"That's right, it's the old man who planted the red fruit. If you don't believe me, ask him!"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he knew that it was the Red Flame Fruit and that the old man was Master Wen. There was no doubt about it. He continued to ask: "What is the old man's last name?"
"Looking at the name of his friends, his surname should be Wen. I have lived in his house for a long time and he is very good to me. If you don't trust some people, he will attack when you meet him. He has no moral integrity at all!" Fu Xiaowa said resentfully. .
The middle-aged man was very angry and funny. This guy who was walking around in the world's famous armor came to accuse others of not having moral integrity. This guy's moral integrity was eaten by dogs.
"You keep these clothes. I'm going to ask questions before I return them to you!" said the middle-aged man.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You asked me to go back naked, there are so many people on the street!"
"I will give you a set of clothes from the Sutra Pavilion Management Department. You can wear them first!"
"It is necessary to be so serious about a piece of shabby clothes. It is not a valuable item. Even if it is thrown away, not many people will pick it up!" Fu Xiaowa muttered as he took off his clothes.
"Take it off quickly, don't talk nonsense!"
Fu Xiaowa was frightened by this, so he took off all his clothes and wore a pair of shorts. The middle-aged man took out the treasure bag from his sleeve and revealed a black and white robe suit with a checkered pattern. Appear. This is a style of clothing that is often seen in the Sutra Pavilion. Those who wear this kind of clothes are the management department of the Sutra Pavilion, who specialize in shelving, managing, compiling, etc. the scriptures.
Fu Xiaowa felt cold and unaccustomed to it, so he hurriedly put on his clothes.
"You can leave. This dress will naturally return to the original owner. You can ask him for it again!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he put the clothes back into his treasure bag.
Fu Xiaowa looked back from time to time while still wearing clothes, and cursed from time to time. Today, for no apparent reason, someone stripped him of his clothes. While mumbling, Fu Xiaowa came to the stairs and was about to go downstairs to go home. Go down a few steps, then back up.
He curiously looked at the stairs leading to the third floor. The stairs to the third floor led into darkness and seemed very secret. He licked his lips, feeling the curiosity inside him. Although he was not only tortured by this damn curiosity, he still persisted in the spirit of exploration.
He tried to put one foot on the step. This is usually an extremely dangerous action, but this melon's curiosity can conquer all dangers. Even if you are a magic armor for once, you still have to satisfy your curiosity.
Fu Xiaowa¡¯s feet were gently placed on the steps. He thought there was some kind of super-gravity, so he could pull his feet back in time. But he didn't expect that after putting that foot on the step. Suddenly, an inexplicable hallucination emerged from his mind, and the whole person seemed to be in a dream. In this dream, his memories regressed a little. Suddenly, the sad past events emerged from his mind. Master Huo Qing He was killed, the leader of Luo Xinyi's gang on Baiyun Mountain died. All kinds of sad scenes, the heart-wrenching heartache rose from the bottom of my heart, and then magnified several times, making the whole person fall into despair.
Fu Xiaowa stood on the first step with red eyes, his whole spirit falling into the greatest pain. This is the path of cultivation. All kinds of hardships and twists and turns are magnified. Fu Xiaowa once again stood on another step. A step. The pain I felt suddenly increased again, and a voice persuaded me not to move forward, to go back and live a simple and carefree life.
But the determination burst out in Fu Xiaowa¡¯s heart. His determination to work hard in martial arts has become his strongest support. He still has a lot to do. He needs stronger power to protect more people. He needs to chase Cao Zijing and let him receive the punishment he deserves. The perseverance to continue moving forward on the martial arts road was extremely firm. The next time he stepped on the next step, the whole world seemed to collapse. Those thoughts of despair, helplessness, loneliness, and wanting to give up were all amplified a hundred times. But all this still couldn't stop him from moving forward.
Fu Xiaowa's practice of the ** meridians not only builds his physical endurance, but also mentally tempers people's will. Fu Xiaowa's head bursts into powerful energy, and his anger and sadness can be turned into strength. This This is the uniqueness of Fu Xiaowa¡¯s The Internal Classic of Everlasting Regret.
Fu Xiaowa became quite frightened, walking up step by step, as if heading towards the place of death. What those steps conveyed to him were extremely powerful mental pain and pressure that wanted to stop him from moving forward, and Fu Xiaowa Wana has always supported him with his unwavering belief in moving forward in martial arts. No matter what the future holds, he will move forward.
Finally, Fu Xiaowa stepped onto the last step. At this time, he was already like a madman, with red eyes, disheveled hair, and sweat all over his body as if he had been running in heavy rain.
At the last moment when he stepped onto the third floor, the painful pressure of the whole world suddenly disappeared. Fu Xiaowa slumped on the ground and looked numbly at the passage down, looking at these short dozens of stairs, as if he were walking A thousand years passed, and the most painful memories of ten lifetimes passed.
But in the end, he finally reached the third floor. On the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion, Fu Xiaowa got rid of some mental pressure and suddenly felt the emptiness of the world. He took a deep breath and let the airEnters the body and brings a mental boost.
He wanted to stand up, but found that his body had staggered. He didn't know how much strength he had used to get up. I'm afraid there was no gravity limit on this staircase at all. In the end, it was himself who tried his best, and it was he who couldn't help but burst out of his body. The power, all the power, use the power transformed by anger and the power transformed by life essence to move forward.
?? Fu Xiaowa looked at the clothes he just wore, they were already soaked, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He looked around at the third floor, and then he felt that it was completely different from the two floors below. Not only was the layout unusual, but more importantly, this was no longer an attic, but a wilderness.
Wilderness?
?? Fu Xiaowa rubbed his eyes, wondering how the Scripture-Depository Pavilion could turn into a wilderness. When he recovered, he still found that what was in front of him was a wilderness, and a piece of wind and sand was blowing, and the sand grains still confused his eyes.
Fu Xiaowa looked at the grains of sand in his hand in detail. They were real grains of sand. What's going on?
Having reached the third floor, he decided to go forward and take a look. He stepped on the yellow sand on the ground and made a sizzling sound. Everything was so lifelike that it made people feel like they were in the third space.
Fu Xiaowa walked slowly, but he saw pictures printed in the void in the yellow sand. They were human figures practicing kung fu inside. You could see the energy in the body and the muscles and veins. The flow away. Everything was so magical. Fu Xiaowa stretched out his hand to touch, but found that he touched nothing. He didn't know where these images came from.
And here, it¡¯s not completely deserted. But in the midst of the yellow sand, a figure slowly turned from confusion to clarity, and finally appeared in front of Fu Xiaowa. It was a real person, not those illusions.
The person who appeared was an old man with white hair and beard. He calmly walked out of the yellow sand, only to see the young man staring blankly at him. He looked at the manager's uniform, as if he understood something, and then casually said: "Over there, go tidy up!"
"Oh!" Fu Xiaowa was stunned and could only respond to this sentence.
This is the third floor. It was so unreal, everything was so real and yet so unreal. Fu Xiaowa walked inside against the wind and sand, wondering if he would hit the wall and hit his head.
(Today¡¯s task is too heavy, too heavy. Fifteen thousand words. Ah, I¡¯m coding to the point of vomiting blood. I owe you one thousand five hundred words. I¡¯ll make it up later through revision. Please pay attention to the revision. Alas, I¡¯m sorry. Feel sorry!)
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