Chapter 121 The Endless Path
Seeing that Wuyazi's face looked much better, he cupped his hands and said, "Senior, I see that your formation is really unique. Could you teach me?"

Wuyazi's face looked better, but his tone was still a little depressed: "You just worship me as your master, and I will teach you."

"puff"

Murong Ji immediately knelt down and said, "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings."

Wuyazi was startled, somewhat stunned, and stared blankly at Tong Piaoyun. Didn’t she say that Murong Ji was very powerful and proud? ! !

Facing the famous Tianshan Tonglao, he was not afraid at all? Even if he was learning Xiaoyao's unique skills, he was still very tough? ! !

Just, that’s it? ! ! !
He thought Murong Ji could be more reserved.

I didn't expect it to be so...straightforward? ! !
Murong Ji looked up and saw that Wuyazi's face was not very good. "Really? Senior, are you going to regret it?"

Wuyazi came back to his senses, shook his head, sighed, and then began to ask: "Have you ever come into contact with formations before?"

"I once had the honor of seeing the formation of Tianlong Temple."

"Well, it is said that formations are formed among the military, but that is not true. Many formations are natural. If you comprehend the principles behind them, you will create a world of your own."

"There are also people who set up the formation. My life span is almost over and I don't have much time left. How much you can learn depends on your own luck."

This lecture lasted for five days. Murong Ji wrote down every word Wuyazi said. It’s okay if you don’t understand it now, you will have the chance to understand it in the future.

Wuyazi looked haggard. He looked at the sunlight coming in from outside and let out a long breath.

Tong Piaoyun took out a pill and tried to stuff it into Wuyazi's mouth, but Wuyazi shook his head and refused. "This Nine Revolutions Bear Snake Pill is precious. There's no need to waste it on me."

"Murong boy, please come forward."

Wuyazi looked at Murong Ji who was standing in front of him and said, "I have been practicing martial arts for eighty-seven years. My internal strength is so pure that I can save you from many years of hard work. I will give you a helping hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuyazi suddenly lifted Murong Ji's arm, put his palms together, and the pure internal force flowed along Murong Ji's meridians towards his dantian.

Murong Ji intended to relax his whole body and let Wuyazi take control. After all, he wanted to make use of the internal energy accumulated over eighty-seven years.
The next moment, Wuyazi spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

"Junior brother!" Tong Piaoyun quickly supported him and went to check Wuyazi's injuries. Then he looked up at Murong Ji in surprise.

Murong Ji was somewhat stunned. What happened?! He checked himself and found that his internal energy was constantly circulating, just like blood, constantly surging.

The meridians were stimulated by his own internal force and it was a little painful. The blood was also constantly surging, and the temperature of his body was rising. Within a few breaths, his whole body was crimson and burning.

This was especially true for the lower abdomen, which felt extremely burning. The golden elixir in the abdomen was like a heart, constantly driving the internal energy to circulate.

Murong Ji couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

Unable to receive internal force? This shouldn't be the case? The golden elixir is quite happy to assimilate different internal forces, right?
I have absorbed other people's inner strength before, but this situation has never happened before? ! ! Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of something?
Could it be that the Bei Ming Divine Art was originally like this? ! !

Slowly, the Qi and blood calmed down, and the internal strength also returned to calm.

"What on earth just happened?" Murong Ji was not sure and was still a little confused.

Wuyazi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and after his rapid breathing subsided a little, he said, "Come forward and let me take a closer look."

Murong Ji walked forward, and Wuyazi grabbed his pulse point. After more than ten breaths, he let go dejectedly, "The true source is useless, and I just follow the false traces. Hehehe." Wuyazi's miserable laughter echoed in the stone chamber, frustrated and miserable, and it was unclear whether he was regretful or helpless.

Murong Ji looked at Wuyazi's expression carefully. It felt like he had practiced hard and prayed for a lifetime, but in the end he found out that it was like looking for fish in a tree. It was extremely wrong.

Even if you want to set things right, you will no longer have the chance. Cultivation is like gambling. You gamble your whole life, and only at the end of your life will you find out whether you are doing it right or wrong.

Wuyazi's face was pale and he waved his hand weakly, "You, go down."

Murong Ji was silent for a while, clasped his fists and saluted. Just as he walked to the door, Wuyazi's voice came again, "Daoyou, the road is lonely, don't forget the way forward like me."

Murong Ji was silent, not knowing how to answer. He walked out of the stone chamber in silence, stood by the window, and watched Xu Zhu solve the Zhenlong chess game.

He still couldn't forget Wuyazi's expression for a long time. He was like his future self now. It was as if it was destined that he would follow Wuyazi's old path in the future.

As the saying goes, the master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual.

Practice, practice, what is the path like? How can you know if you have never experienced it? ! !
Only the master can show the way.

It’s just like when you were a child and went to school for the first time, your mother pointed to the road ahead and told you to just go forward and you will reach the school.

Murong Ji still remembers the feeling at that time. He was barely old enough to remember the roads, so he could only walk based on his feeling, and he would hesitate for a long time at every intersection.

Sitting down at his seat in the classroom, he still felt a sense of unreality, as if in a dream, as if he had dozed off during class.

The road ahead is difficult, but how difficult is it?
It's like crossing a river by feeling the stones, one step deep and one step shallow, and you never know whether the next step will step into the abyss.

Murong Ji let out a long breath. If he took the wrong road, how could he reach his destination? He could never reach it.

"The road to immortality is endless."

A momentary opportunity is certainly delightful, but when placed in the context of the endless journey, it will seem insignificant.

All great achievers from ancient times to the present have a certain quality.

will.

For some reason, he thought a lot, including Lao Tzu, Confucius, Schrödinger, and Newton...

All of the well-known bigwigs have achieved great results by deeply cultivating their own fields. For people like them, it is more about stubbornness than confidence.

My life is limited, but my knowledge is limitless...

[Are the various methods I have collected right or wrong?] Unconsciously, Murong Ji was a little confused.

【centering!】

Murong Ji's mind buzzed, his face twisted, and he covered his ears tightly, but this sound was not a sound at all. It acted directly in his brain, making his eyes go black.

Only by leaning against the stone wall can I feel a sense of security in my heart.

He gasped for breath and his vision gradually returned. He didn't need to look at his face to know that it was pale.

(End of this chapter)