Infinite Heroes Seat

"So, I really have no fate with this metaphysical physiognomy?"

Sitting in a small tea stand, Mo Wen fiddled with several photo books such as "Nine Numerical Calculations" and "Yuzhu Xiangxue" obtained from Zhou Yixian, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself in his heart.

It stands to reason that with his talent plus the bonuses of those inherent skills, there should be nothing he can't learn, but looking at these photo books, he can understand the meaning of each passage and understand it. The truth contained in it, but I just couldn't find the feeling of understanding the secrets of heaven.

The study of Xiangshu is extensive and profound. In many cases, it is obviously two things that are very similar, but in the eyes of Xiangshu everyone, they are completely different. To understand the mystery, you can't just read the records in the book, but rely on a certain "feel". This is also the key to distinguishing those liars from the masters. The masters are called masters because of their type. 'Feeling' is particularly accurate. According to the photo book, every material is accurate. Otherwise, some masters may not have been able to talk about those liars just by talking about metaphysics, just like Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan drinking tea leisurely in front of Mo Wen's eyes. The metaphysics of the latter is taught by the former, but one is enough to be called a master, while the other can only be a liar.

Unfortunately, after some verification, Mo Wen seemed to belong to the category of people who did not feel, worse than Zhou Yixian who felt but inaccurate.

As if noticing Mo Wen's thoughts, Zhou Yixian took a sip of tea gently. He smiled and said, "My little friend, you can't force fate, three thousand great ways. All you can prove, but the path of profound arts may not suit you. It's better to give up as soon as possible. It's better than wasting your thoughts." Shut-up is profound art, Zhou Yixian said it's like that. But if he didn’t hold the gold Mo Wen gave him tightly in his hand, perhaps it would be more convincing, but the golden light in his eyes at this time made Mo Wen feel that what he meant was something I’m giving. is you. It’s your problem if you can’t learn. I’ll never refund the money, or I’ll say, ‘Well, as long as the little friend adds more money. The old way uses the law against the sky. Help you get things done! ’

"Damn old liar!" Sitting next to Mo Wen and looking at Zhou Yixian's appearance, Jin Ping'er muttered in a low voice, gritted his teeth with hatred, apparently thinking of something bad, and opposite her, Xiaohuan took Licking a bunch of candied haws there, his eyes swept to Mo Wen from time to time. I don't know what I'm thinking.

But at this moment, Mo Wen's original voice came in his head.

"Yeah. Master, I think I know why you can't learn this kind of profound art!"

"It has something to do with the exploration of the shielded world?"

Mo Wen asked back, in fact, he had already guessed in this regard, but he was not sure.

"Well, because I'm afraid of being discovered by the origin of the world, the master has always had a barrier I set up. How do you say this barrier is like putting a layer of glass between the master and the origin of the world. I can see clearly what the origin of the world looks like, so learning exercises and changing the plot can all be done, but it is difficult for the master to feel the temperature of the origin of the world through the glass, or it is impossible to feel the temperature of the origin of the world, so certain A feeling very similar to intuition may be abnormal or not felt at all, so the owner can’t learn fortune-telling. Of course, this kind of influence is relative. In the words of some worlds, the master is an anomaly beyond the control and calculation of the Dao of Heaven."

Mo Wen Weiwei nodded his head, what he said at the beginning was roughly the same as he thought. If there is no such influence, wouldn't he be found by those who can pinch and count as soon as he enters the new world, and then he will die. ?

It's just that Mo Wen is still a little unwilling. Although he has grasped the direction of things from a certain angle because he has mastered the plot, this kind of direction is the direction before he appeared, and it may happen before he knows it. New changes, and this change he cannot grasp. As the world that Mo Wen comes into contact with becomes more advanced, the opponents inside become stronger and stronger. It is very likely that he will appear because Mo Wen appears and the plot has deviated. He has no way of knowing, but the kind of people who are proficient in metaphysics can count. The situation that came out, for example, is a magic weapon of psychic, Mo Wen shot it, causing it to run to other places, because the plot changed, Mo Wen can no longer find it, but the person who can calculate the secret can calculate it. In the new position, this is Mo Wen's disadvantage. Although the impact may not be serious, it is still a shortcoming after all.

"In the beginning, was there a way to overcome it?" Mo Wen thought about it and asked softly.

At first I thought about it, and then replied: "There are two methods. One is to further strengthen the power of the **** seat. At that time, I may be able to improve the barrier and turn the glass into breathable glass, and it is still a one-sided breathable one, so that the owner will You can learn things like celestial calculations. The other is the master’s own efforts. If the master’s ability is very strong, he may be able to'see' the opposite temperature through the glass, just like infrared instruments can see the body temperature."

"Did you see it?"

Mo Wen lowered his head and groaned, the next moment he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

I saw that his original black and white eyes suddenly turned into pitch black, like a black hole, absorbing all the light.

The Eye of Root!

"Ah!"

The weird scene made Xiaohuan scream, and the candied haws fell to the ground, and Zhou Yixian shrank his neck subconsciously. He was no longer as articulate as before. Among the three, only Jin Ping'er remained calm. Only a strange light flashed in his eyes.

After a while, Mo Wen's eyes returned to their original state. Sweat oozes out of his whole body. He just recovered from the water after a long rest, but then he smiled bitterly.

Although with the help of the Eye of Root Cause, he saw a part of the "chance", but it was too exhausting. With his current cultivation base, he couldn't bear it. The feeling was like finding a unique one among countless threads. Same, don't count on the average person. Even if he sees blindly, it can't be counted. There are only people or things that are deeply involved with the origin and have different thread colors. He can only grasp one or two. For example, he just saw Zhang Xiaofan’s cultivation level at this time. Should he be the protagonist? Without the general outline of the book, he can forcibly master the Taiji Qingxuan Dao and the Great Brahma Prajna in ten years. At the same time, it was pushed to the level equivalent to that of the Super Qing, and the murderous intent, did you want to kill me? The location is still nearby.

Take a sip of tea. Mo Wen smiled slightly, and it seemed that he wouldn't be bored on this trip to the marsh.

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And just when Mo Wen was'deducing the secret of heaven'. Outside Dawang Village, in a dense forest, dozens of people were sitting cross-legged quietly, and suddenly one of them, a teenager in his twenties, suddenly opened his eyes. It seems a bit confused.

The appearance is as if it were back then. Nothing has changed, but Zhang Xiaofan’s innocent smile disappeared at this time. Instead, he was replaced by the cold murderous aura. The whole person was like a block of ice. Those who came together were all the same sect brothers, but they were all around him. There is a lot of space faintly, which shows that his temperament has changed in the past few years.

"What's wrong. Xiao Fan?"

Not far from him, Song Daren asked in surprise. The eyes are full of concern. Others don’t know how he doesn’t know the pain in his junior brother’s heart. Since the death of Senior Sister Ling’er, he has never seen the smiling face of the little junior brother again, that hard work, how many times secretly practiced to vomit blood, Weeping silently in the dark night, looking at Tian Ling'er's hall in a daze, Song Daren was saddened by the sight. He had also persuaded him, but although the other party agreed on the surface, but then secretly insisted on it. It was with this kind of crazy energy that he was able to come from behind and become the first one of Dazhufeng's disciples to break through the upper Qing level after that person left.

Seeing the big brother's concerned eyes, Zhang Xiaofan felt warm in his heart, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, it just felt like someone was peeping!"

Song Daren looked around when he heard the words. This is a woodland close to the dead marsh. All kinds of small animals are not uncommon, but there are no human figures.

"you sure?"

Song Daren increased his vigilance a little bit. This descent may be the most dangerous in years. If there is no accident, they will eventually have a fight with the Demon Cult. Those are all old demons, maybe it is strange. The means can be probed here.

Knowing what his brother was thinking, Zhang Xiaofan shook his head slightly, "I don't feel that way anymore, I am afraid it is my illusion!"

"That's it," Song Daren nodded, but then hesitated to look at Zhang Xiaofan, "Little Junior Brother, Senior Brother has something to tell you."

Seeing Song Daren's expressions, Zhang Xiaofan said: "Big brother, but it's okay to talk!"

Song Daren gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Xiao Fan, I know you hate that person, but you are not his opponent now. If you meet this time, brother hopes you can endure a moment of breath-- "

Zhang Xiaofan's expression changed, and he clenched his fists unconsciously, but seeing the brother with a pleading look, he couldn't say anything, so he lowered his head and muttered, "I know!"

But no one knew what he thought.

Song Daren naturally knew how stubborn the junior's temperament was, and wanted to persuade him a few more words.

But at this moment, there was a rushing voice from outside the forest, "Master, I met those demons in Dawang Village!"

The two looked up, but saw a Taoist priest who looked like a bandit came running in, with blood still on his mouth and clothes, looking very embarrassed.

One person in the crowd stood up suddenly, but it was Qi Hao, the first seat of Dragon Head Peak today.

He frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Fang Yuan, what's the matter, did you run into that group of demons crookedly?"

The Taoist sighed slightly, then he folded his hands and said: "The disciple was ordered by the master to inquire about the news. He happened to meet a cultivator in Dawang Village. Although he did not report his origins, he was sneaky when he shot. There is a lot of disrespect to me Qingyun, the disciple suspects that he is a member of the demon sect who came this time!"

With a frown, Qi Hao took a suspicious look at his cheap apprentice, and saw that he was covered in blood, and he didn't look like he was lying. He pondered for a while before he took his attention.

"Since it is the demon cult monster~www.wuxiamtl.com~, you can't just let it go. It's better to make sure! Maybe you can use this to inquire about the demon cult's plan for this trip!"

I don’t know what he thought of, Qi Hao’s eyes suddenly flashed with a hot look, and he shouted in a direction among the crowd: "Sister Lu, would you like to accompany you as a brother for a trip. With your cultivation base, what pitfalls do you want to come up with? You can also get out! This matter is related to my safety while waiting for this trip. I hope Junior Sister will help me!"

In that direction, there was a young girl in white. There were not a few people near her, but unlike Zhang Xiaofan, all the male disciples looked at here from time to time, with love in their eyes.

Carrying a long sword, wearing a white dress, and looking like a fairy, the young girl could hardly conceal her beautiful posture even if she closed her eyes and rested her mind.

Listening to Qi Hao's words, the girl opened her eyes slightly, and those eyes were as clear as running water, which seemed to reflect everyone's figures, which made people fascinated.

"good!"

She uttered a word faintly, and her voice was exceptionally cold, like an immortal Xuefeng. (To be continued...) ()