Chapter 365: Last class

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read2(); In the 　　 Dao Palace self-cultivation class, all the new disciples raised their ears and listened carefully. Even the thin people who were not serious about escaping, had their eyes bright and lived since childhood. The thin man in Liuli City in the far north snowfield is yearning for this densely forested, warm and humid southern barbarian land.
　　 As time passed, a class came to an end. The old gentleman behind the desk patted his hands lightly and asked a question:
　　 "Everyone, who can tell me now, is there a road in the land of Nanban?"
　　 The old gentleman's original voice was gentle and mellow, with a little solemnity. After his voice fell, all the disciples below fell silent.
　　 Is there a way in the land of Nanban? This is actually extremely difficult to answer.
To say that there is a way, but the five elements in the southern barbarian jungle are missing, and even the most basic fire attribute in this road is difficult to sense half silk, and the native people in the jungle, the barbarians and the deserted people themselves do not cultivate the Tao, but cultivate the jungle. And the power of blood, but if you think that Nanban is innocent, how can you explain the growth pattern and ethnic reproduction of everything in this dense jungle?
　　 Is it the rhetoric of the sun empire alien race that creates everything?
　　As a human race, that is absolutely unbelief.
　　 Therefore, these new disciples who have just stepped into the world of spiritual practice are all very distressed and talkative.
The old gentleman sitting behind the desk raised his teacup and took a sip, then quietly looked at the extremely immature and vigorous faces below. Among the past, he was in the Taoist palace. I have seen countless faces like this before, but how many people are remembered by the world who can truly achieve a righteous result, or make a difference?
　　 Dadao is merciless, only favoring sharper blades!
　　 Then the old man recovered his mind and drank the tea in one cup, then slapped his palm on the table in front of him and opened his mouth with a loud shout:
　　 "Nanban has the right way!"
　　 This sound like a bell, like a dragon roar, like a thunder in the whole school, and constantly surrounds, directly awakening all the disciples, one after another raised their heads to look at the high platform ahead.
　　 The original ruddy face of the old man took on a majestic atmosphere that had never appeared before. He stared at the bottom with scorching eyes, continued to open his mouth, and the sound continued to roll out.
　　 "Where is the Tao of Nanban?"
　　 did not wait for a disciple below to answer, the old gentleman's response sounded directly:
　　 "The way is the survival of the fittest by the weak, the way is the decapitated head, the liver and the blood sausage, the way is spraying the blood of the earth, everyone, there is the way where there is death, and the way where you want to survive!"
　　Such words came from the mouths of the always gentle old man, making the disciples look full of horror. They all sat with dreadlocks, holding their breath, and after looking around the old man, he continued to speak:
"The Dao is unfeeling, favoring sharper blades, favoring the victor as king. The law of the jungle in the Nanban jungle is the most primitive and intuitive manifestation of the Dao, but the disciples sitting here, I hope you can clearly understand that we It is a human race, and the kingdom under our feet is Daxia, so we are fearless, practice cultivation, and practice against the path!
　　 After the voice of the old man fell, all the disciples below raised their hands flat, and then bowed down together, and a uniform voice came from below:
　　 "I would like to listen to Mr.'s teachings, students should remember them in their hearts!"
　　 "This is your last self-cultivation class. Starting from tomorrow, you will be able to open up a peak of disciples in the mountains of this Taoist palace, and formally enter the stage of independent practice."
The old gentleman on the desk slowly stood up from behind the desk, and then slowly walked down the high platform, and as his voice fell, the disciples below raised their heads, their hearts were violently shaken. It turned out that this year's self-cultivation class It turned out to be the last one.
　　 They all looked forward to the end of this self-cultivation class earlier, so that they could formally enter the dream world of practice, but at this time, they all had unspeakable reluctance and a little confusion.
Those who can enter the Taoist Palace are the princes of dragon and phoenix among thousands of people. Their top spiritual talents will make them the mainstay of the future of Daxia. Therefore, their minds are also much stronger than the average peers, so after a short shock. , Once again bowed to the old man who walked down slowly.
　　 "Mr. taught for one year, students will never forget."
　　 "Get up all!"
　　 The old man stretched out his hands, gently lifted upwards, then gradually approached, and continued to speak lightly:
"Protecting the weak and taking responsibility is a kind of going against the road. It is because of this that the human heritage can stand for so many years. The foreign tigers and wolves are surrounded by tigers and wolves, and they remain the hegemon above the vast land of China. And in this last self-cultivation class, the old man gave you a word."
　　 "Sir, please enlighten me!"
　　 The old gentleman paused for a moment, his eyes regained a gentle and calm look, and he opened his mouth and spoke softly.
　　 "You should understand that there are always more important things that can give people the courage to defeat the fear of life and death!"
After 　　 Banzhuxiang, in the school hall, the disciples communicated with each other and filed out, and then bid farewell to each other. Once this day passed, it was not easy to meet again in the huge Taoist palace.
Wen Xiuqi, the master of the Taoist palace in plain clothes, sat at the desk. He always did this. After all the disciples had left, he would sit quietly and sit alone for a meeting. After every year of self-cultivation classes, he had mixed feelings. Although few disciples of Dao Palace recognize him as the extremely mysterious Dao Palace Master, he has cultivated too many talents for Da Xia silently.
　　 Wen Xiuqi looked around in a circle, stood up slowly, then gathered a few things on the desk, and walked out the door. There were two people waiting outside, two young people.
　　 A young boy in white fluttering and shaking a folding fan, a young scholar in a plain robe.
　　 Sima Annan put away the folding fan and bowed to the old man, and the scholar Yuan Bai beside him saluted the same. To this Taoist palace master who quietly educated people, both of them were extremely respectful, and they spoke together:
　　 "Mr. Wen is so young, yet still preaching in person, which makes me admire."
　　 Wen Xiuqi, the master of the Taoist Palace, with white beard and hair, looked at the two young men in front of him, with a hint of surprise on his face, and then gently spoke:
　　 "Where did the two come from?"
　　 Sima Annan got up, smiled softly, and responded:
　　 "I am waiting to come from the White Emperor Palace!"
　　 "It is said that your Majesty who is young and invincible has the same young imperial staff. It must be the two of you, who are truly unparalleled."
　　 Sima Annan and Yuan Bai waved their hands quickly and said:
　　 "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, thanks to your majesty's kindness, it's just a contribution."
　　 Wen Xiu Qi nodded, raised his hand and gently cried forward, walking forward first.
　　 "It is not convenient to talk here, please come with me."
　　 The two young men from the White House followed behind the old man, stepped out, and the world changed dramatically.
　　 The breeze blows, thousands of peach trees sway, and the surrounding is like an endless pink ocean, and the air is still filled with a touch of peach blossoms.
　　 Daxia Northwest Shenjing City is gradually entering winter, but the depths of Tao Palace are still full of spring.