"Meng Qi, Chu Yao, Wan'er, Xiaoyu, Zi Yan, Zhiqiu, Xiaoqian, Ruyan, Xiaoyun, Gu Yang, Li Qi, Mingyuan, Zifeng, Xia Chen, Guo Ran, Aman, Mo Nian..." Long Chen thought of their names, their faces appeared in his mind, and his longing became more and more intense.

At the same time, Long Chen thought of Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue in the underworld, and the Dan Fairy who died for him. Long Chen realized that he had to do too much.

And these intricate things were connected together, and he knew that the first thing he had to do was to become famous at the Jiuzhou Conference, so that Long Sanye's reputation would resound throughout the entire fairy world. I believe that they would find a way to meet with him after hearing the news.

Although he has many friends in Lingxiao Academy, he still feels lonely and can't wait to meet them again.

“Swishy…”

A sound of sweeping the floor came, awakening Long Chen from his thoughts, and Long Chen saw the old man sweeping the floor again.

"Senior, such a coincidence..." Long Chen hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

The old man sweeping the floor smiled slightly, stopped the movement in his hand and looked at Long Chen and said, "The young man misses home?"

"Yeah, I really want to." Long Chen nodded.

The old man said: "It seems that you are ready to face stronger challenges."

"Well, I'm ready. With them here, I will have endless confidence." Long Chen said.

For some reason, when facing this mysterious old man, Long Chen felt inexplicable peace of mind and an indescribable sense of trust. Long Chen didn't need to hide anything from him.

"Senior, I'll help you!" Long Chen reached out and did a broom pickup action, but the old man refused him last time and said he was not qualified to sweep, so Long Chen just did an action.

"From your current state of mind, it seems that you can try it?" What Long Chen didn't expect was that the old man smiled and handed the broom to Long Chen.

Long Chen took the broom, but found that the broom seemed to be made of fan wood and fan grass. The old man had swept it for a long time, but the tip was not worn at all.

The old man swept the floor with a kind of power. Long Chen picked up the broom, wrapped it with the power of his soul, and gently swept it on the ground. When the soul crossed the ground, Long Chen's body trembled slightly, and an unprecedented feeling went straight into the depths of his soul.

The broom is like the tentacles of the soul. The touch when it passes across the ground seems to make Long Chen feel the heartbeat of the earth, and the feeling is indescribable.

"How does it feel?" the old man smiled.

"Very good," Long Chen said with a smile.

"When you are in a good mood, the whole world will become bright, and when you are in a bad mood, the world will become dark.

In fact, it is not the world itself to determine whether the world is beautiful or ugly, but to your own heart.

The heart is easily contaminated with dust. Scan occasionally. When the dust goes away, you can see more through the gaps, see deeper, and recognize yourself better." The old man said slowly.

"Thank you for your advice. I understand. If your heart is covered with dust, it means that greed is confusing your eyes and anger is rushing to the soul.

If the mind is not pure, even if there is an eye, it cannot see it. If the eyes cannot see it, it cannot see the lofty. Therefore, every step is difficult, the future is unclear, and the fate will not appear.

Only by seeing yourself first and using yourself as a mirror can you reflect the distance.” Long Chen said gratefully.

"A child can teach you." The old man nodded, with a satisfied smile on his face. After laughing, the old man slowly left.

Long Chen took the broom and swept the floor gently. After the old man's guidance, when the leaves were swept away, revealing the clean ground, it seemed that he had swept away the boredom and dust in his mind, and he became refreshed. It seemed that his spiritual realm was improving after every sweep.

Long Chen never thought that a simple action could be a profound practice, and that no matter how big or small the emotions, they can reach the sky.

"Hey, boy, come here and ask you something."
Chapter completed!