Chapter 49: How to kill a saint in a virtual world?

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read2();　　 During this period of time in Shenjing, many new faces began to appear, and they were all quite young. With curious and awe-inspiring eyes, they looked at this large The greatest city in Xia.
　　 Speaking of this matter, it has something to do with Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu's grand ceremony will be held on the ninth day of September. At that time, teenagers of the same age can compete together, and the Daowu Grand Competition will be held on the eve of the event!
　　 Daxia has a vast territory and Shenjing is also located in the northwest. Teenagers from all states must set off a few months in advance if they want to arrive in time to participate in the competition. Therefore, people have been arriving in Shenjing in recent stages.
　　 Dao-Wu University Competition will officially start on the first day of September, and the atmosphere in Shenjing seems a little tense.
　　 The Dao Gong disciple, the head of the top ten forces, is naturally gearing up, ready to move!
　　Shen Jingdongjiao, Dao Gong Dao Yuan, new disciple's house!
　　 The goose feather snow last night stopped in the morning, the sun quietly poked out, and the snow began to melt.
At this time, it’s already three poles, because Dabi is ahead, most of the old disciples braved the bitter cold to get up early to practice, and this year’s new entry disciples were also waiting for the teacher’s lecture early in the school, so it seemed like the huge grunt in the disciple’s house. It is even more harsh, and it resounds through the world.
　　 In the simple cottage, two figures are tilting their heads and sleeping, one fat and one thin!
The earth-shaking snoring sound came from the fat man’s mouth. With the sound, the whole house vibrated along with it. The thin man’s sleeping posture is also quite interesting, with his hands around his chest, the whole person shrank into a ball, like an abandoned little milk dog .
As the sun rises, a cloud of sunlight comes in through the window of the cottage, and it just shines on the thin man’s face. It is warm and comfortable. The thin man in his sleep feels that his eyelids are a little bright and his face is still warm. He wiped the corner of his mouth, and then opened his eyes. A few seconds later, there was a loud roar resounding in the sky, followed by the sound of crackling and slaps on the belly.
　　 "The fat guy gets up quickly and is going to be late again. This time I really have to be skinned and cramped."
On the empty road of Dao Gong, there was another fat figure galloping flexibly in the snow. In fact, they were two, because the blue-eyed and thin man was caught under the fat man’s armpit and moved up and down as he ran. Foamed.
The fast-running fat man suddenly slammed into a small wood on the side of the road, suddenly left and flashed, sometimes jumped over the obstacle ahead, and sometimes bowed his head to avoid the branches of the road. Moving forward at speed, extremely flexible, thinking about it is quite familiar with the shortest and shortest way from the house to school.
Suddenly the front of the field of vision was wide, and the fat man's figure jumped out of the woods and slid into the gate of the school. Before entering the door, the thin man's voice begging for mercy already sounded: "Sir, forgive me, we are wrong. It is guaranteed that this will not be an example, please do not report it to the precepts."
　　 "Well, forget it this time, but not as an example."
The voice coming from the front was not the very old voice of the old teacher, but extremely young, which surprised the thin man. He raised his head and found a young teenager sitting on the desk with a pure look and face. Beautiful, maybe because the weather is too cold, wearing a thick warm hat on the head, the brim of the hat is pressed very low, covering all the parts above the eyebrows, but looks younger.
　　 The fat and thin people walked back to their seats and looked around. They found that the other disciples who had just started this year were just like them. They looked at the young man at the desk with a dazed and confused expression.
　　 No matter how the various old and new sects of Daxia contend, there are some aspects in common. To practice, one must first cultivate oneself!
　　 For those who cultivate one's body, first correct their heart.
　　 Self-cultivation refers to the morality of being a person and the understanding of one's own way!
As the disciples of the Taoist Temple this year, they will come to this school every day to listen to the teacher's explanation of this knowledge. Before the lecture was always an old Taoist with white hair, but now for some reason it is a A young man about their age sat on the desk, which made the disciples a little puzzled, and then began to whisper underneath.
　　 The little gentleman on the desk saw that the seats underneath were all full, got up and bowed forward, spoke faintly, but the sound was silent, but it just hit everyone's ears.
　　 "Because the original old man is quite old, he has been feeling cold recently and he is unwell and unable to come. Therefore, I will take the self-cultivation class for a few days. Please advise."
Two months later, before Zhao Yu returned to the familiar desk, it was just that the students underneath had changed from a five or six-year-old baby to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenage girl. There were still those few things on the desk in front of him. , Bitter Tea, Taoism, Cautions.
Most of the disciples under 　　 also replied, and stood up and shouted: "Sir, please enlighten me."
However, a few people remained unmoved and still sat on their seats. Those who can enter the Taoist palace must be a tianjiao. Since they are tianjiao, they will naturally have unruly arrogance and cannot stand someone who is as old as oneself. Be your own husband.
　　 Why?
After all the disciples sat down, a young man stood up abruptly. The young man wore the light gray robe of the new disciple of Dao Gong, but he still couldn’t hide his vigor, his skin was fair and his posture was straight, looking directly at Zhao Yu's eyes, said:
"The ancients said, twenty weak crowns, standing at 30, forty not confused, fifty knows the destiny, dare to ask this little gentleman, forty is not confused, and you are the same age as ours, and you are not the age of a weak crown. What do you teach us?"
　　 Zhao Yu on the case table was silent for a moment, feeling very interesting, then he smiled and said, "Then what do you want to know? I will teach you what you want to know."
　　 "A few days ago, Prince Tai Fu Wen once asked a question, and no one can answer it. If you can answer it, I will respect you as your husband."
　　 Zhao Yu didn't speak, but just nodded, waiting for the boy's question.
　　 "How to kill a saint in the realm of Taoxu?"
As soon as this question came out, there was an uproar in the school. All the disciples of the previous Taoist temples, including the leader, had no idea about this question. These disciples thought that Mr. Wen was making a big joke with them. Now this The young man put this question on the table, which obviously meant to make things difficult.
　　 Everyone looked at the little gentleman on the desk in unison, expecting how he would answer. One of them was especially bright, thin.
Zhao Yuhou's brow furrowed under his thick cotton hat made the ebony eyes slightly narrowed, and within a moment, he slowly replied: "When he became a holy, he slammed into the beam of light of heaven and earth. During the holy season, there will be a moment of immersion into the avenue and unable to extricate itself, so there is a chance to strike.
　　 "The beam of light of heaven and earth will not invade when you become holy, that is the rule of heaven and earth, how do you crash into it?" The young disciple continued to ask after thinking.
　　 "The star sand can be broken."
　　 "The saint's finger ignores space and time, how to block it up close?"
　　 "The mountains and seas can be blocked."
　　 "The saint's skin is comparable to dragon scales, how to break it?"
"The only way to kill a saint has always been the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but the avenue is flawed and imperfect. There is still room to drill. The saint’s skin cannot break the defense, but her sea of ​​consciousness is empty at that moment, and her own knowledge of the puffins is Dove Nest, with one life worth one life, has a chance to kill the saint."
　　 The whole school was silent, and the new disciples were all dumbfounded and shocked.
　　 After a period of silence, the young man who asked the question respectfully saluted Zhao Yu and then sat down.
　　 Zhao Yu took a sip of bitter tea from the teacup on the desk, and then a faint voice sounded in the school.
　　 "Today we preach."
　　 "Sir, Taoism was written by a Confucian master, but ours is Tao Palace [biquwu.biz]." A female disciple blushed and gave out an inaudible reminder.
　　 "A road goes to the same destination by different routes, no harm!"