There was an expensive and gorgeous carved agarwood desk, which was broken into sawdust on the floor, and the fresh and not greasy agarwood fragrance filled the room.

A man's figure stands among the piles of sawdust

Half of his body was hidden in the darkness, and the other half was covered with a layer of water-like light from the moonlight falling outside the window.

"did you see it?"

Gui asked.

"See something."

"Warrior."

Zhao Rong rubbed the remaining red face and nodded, "...I saw it."

The sword spirit was quiet for a while, then suddenly said, "What else?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and looked down at the desk that he accidentally smashed.

This warrior who came from nowhere seems to feed on dragons. His surging energy, blood and strength seem to be related to the dragon descendants. This is a completely different path from the Kunpeng warriors in the Xuanhuang Realm. In terms of energy, blood and body, it seems that

More powerful.

But, the most important thing is that along with this amazing physique, there seems to be a very strange phenomenon.

Negative emotions accumulate in the physical body.

Zhao Rong was in a trance, and the drop of the water from the lake he had just borrowed flashed before his eyes, and the scene he witnessed:

In the bloody mist, strange negative desires abound.

The remnant souls of the dead dragons 'raised their heads' in this carnival of flesh and blood, either joyfully, furiously, greedily, or lustfully... the demons were dancing wildly.

This was definitely not as simple as the 'whale fall' he had read about in the book.

After the death of giant beasts such as Kunpeng, their corpses full of vitality and blood will indeed become natural nutrients, nourishing thousands of monsters.

But these are natural phenomena, and the monsters HP sees are not classified into different types, good or bad.

However, the unknown martial artist Zhao Rong witnessed seemed to have some kind of evil nature in his blood and body. These accumulated negative emotions of the true dragon's remnant soul...or in other words desires, a mortal would know just by looking at it.

Go crazy, die madly...

No wonder Gui had to stay where he was and use the fire of karma to burn the warrior's body.

It was him who had always been confident in his willpower, but in the end he almost failed to withstand it.

You must know that this is just Zhao Rong borrowing Gui's Heart Lake projection and its eyes to take a look at an ancient scene that happened somewhere in the distant Suzaku star tens of thousands of years ago.

He had some vague understanding of the height of the mountain top where this unnamed martial artist was located, and the power of Gui who could kill him.

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar rubbed his face and whispered softly:

"You also saw... a strange Zen feeling?"

"Zen? What is it?"

I'm confused, why does this guy always have something that I haven't heard of coming out of his mouth?

Zhao Rong thought for a while and shook his head, "It's nothing."

No more words.

However, in his mind, for a while, he still couldn't get rid of the horrifying scene he just saw:

Dragon-eating warriors, self-immolated corpses, monstrous blood demons, biting dragon souls, negative emotions accumulated to the point of explosion...

And after the warrior's corpse, surrounded by this hellish scene of desire, was burned, only a pair of...pure blue and glass-colored skeletons remained.

The bones are pure and flawless, the inspiration is beautiful, and it is extremely holy.

Zhao Rong always felt that this strange scene was like a scene that often happened in the myths of a certain religion, and it had an inexplicable Zen feel.

He suddenly remembered a certain sect that did not exist in the Xuanhuang Realm.

Where is the ‘hometown’ of this distant warrior?

At this moment, Zhao Rong moved his steps and touched the sawdust on the table under his feet.

The books and the four treasures of the study that were previously on the desk were also scattered all over the floor.

He lowered his head and glanced, his brows furrowed, and some impetuous annoyance welled up in his heart.

Zhao Rong turned around, went to light the lamp again, got a broom, and swept up the broken wood.

At this time, Gui Ye was temporarily quiet. After it had just given a drop of water from the Heart Lake to Zhao Rong, it seemed to have consumed a lot of its accumulated soul power. It spoke a few words to Zhao Rong, and its voice was a little tired.

There was silence between the two of them for a while.

After Zhao Rong swept the floor, he packed up some books and items.

But now I have lost my desk.

He let out a breath and glanced around the room in annoyance. The next second, he went to the outhouse and moved over a table where he usually ate with Xiao Qian'er and the others.

This table is also boxy and has a suitable height, so it can be used as a desk temporarily.

Gui Hu said: "Zhao Rong, I am tired. I need to take a rest these days and talk less. I have something to entrust to you..."

"Why are you the only one who has so much trouble and sleeps every day?" Zhao Rong interrupted impatiently after hearing a few words.

"Hey, my temper got really bad. You yelled at me." Sword Spirit laughed.

It's strange that it wasn't angry about this, and its tone was inexplicably funny.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and did not reply. He also felt that his tone was a bit harsh just now.

The fatigue I feel now is also due to helping him just now.

It's just that Zhao Rong doesn't want to apologize now. For some reason, he always feels impatient at this time, and there are... distracting thoughts in his heart.

He hummed softly, and immediately, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little oil stain on the new desk.

The young Confucian scholar frowned, took a tablecloth, spread it on the new desk, and rearranged the four treasures of the study.

This tablecloth is a bit wide. After covering the desk, it hangs down from all four sides of the table and there is still some leftover after touching the floor.

He glanced at it and kicked the hanging tablecloth in displeasure, but he didn't bother to care anymore.

Zhao Rong didn't know that at this moment, several strange blood lines were faintly appearing on the edges of his brown pupils where they met the whites of his eyes.

Blood streaks are fleeting and difficult to detect even with the naked eye and bystanders...

"Okay, you can go to sleep if you want, but what about the exercises you agreed on? You haven't given them to me yet. You said you would let me see them before. I have already seen them. It is indeed amazing, but you don't give me the specific exercises.

, how do I practice?”

Zhao Rong was not angry.

Gui Youzai said: "I said before that if you want to practice this skill, you must first understand your mind and nature."

"Isn't that what you showed me just now a test of knowing one's true nature?"

"Oh, where is this? Do you know what it means to know one's mind and see one's nature?"

Jianling paused, his tone suddenly became serious, and he asked continuously:

"From the Fuyao realm, it is no longer just about cultivating power. From now on, cultivating the Tao requires cultivating the mind. Where is the Tao? In the depths of the heart lake, or wandering between heaven and earth?

"Monks have five senses and six senses, and the water in the heart lake has thousands of thoughts. How do you capture the 'Tao' among all these feelings?

"If the mind is unclear and the true nature is not seen, it is like a blind man touching an elephant! If he touches one and says it is the Tao, how can such a dabbler pursue the Tao?

"What is Tao? What is Tao? Can you explain it clearly? No one knows, you can only understand it yourself, because everyone's feelings and experiences are different, and everyone's Tao is also different.

"The clear mind and nature means that you have truly faced up to your seven emotions and six desires, understood all the dirty thoughts in your heart, sorted out your thoughts, no longer deceived your original mind, and found the thing called Tao!

"Once you succeed, you will be able to know that it is the Tao no matter where you start from now on... The premise of all this is that you can understand your heart and see your nature."

Sword Spirit spoke:

"Isn't the warrior I just showed you scary? Is he powerful?

"Even though the flesh and blood have been polluted and extremely dirty, wrapped in the all kinds of evil blood mist and demonic dragon soul, it still has a pure green glaze color, which is flawless and indestructible."

"Even if these evil thoughts and desires are a hundred times a thousand times stronger, they will have no effect on him. His Taoist heart is as clear as the bones, as clear as glass."

Every word of it was sonorous and powerful, "This is the peak martial artist who can control this weird set of skills!"

Zhao Rong was silent, put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers, and supported his chin.

He solemnly said: "What should I do."

Gui chuckled: "You don't have to do anything deliberately. A clear mind will reveal one's nature, and a clear mind will reveal one's nature. Ha, Zhao Rong, do you still remember that thing at the foot of Youshan Mountain when you first arrived in Duyou City a few months ago?

Something?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and nodded.

"Remember."

That time, he was scolded by Gui Chang happily and woke up from the scolding.

It told him to look straight into his heart...
To be continued...