I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 72 The Tormented Peerless Tianjiao
"I really didn't expect it to be so."

When the night was shrouded and the sky and the earth were dark, a short child broke out of the ice in the lake, holding a piece of white jade, his face full of emotion, it was Feng Bingwen.

What he prayed for this time was nothing more than a practice method that could reach the highest level, and he also wanted a reliable and powerful person who could give him some pointers so that he would not go astray.

Although the process was far from what he had imagined, the result was many times better than what he had imagined.

One hundred thousand daozangs!

Feng Bingwen just glanced at it roughly, and the content made him unable to help but make his heart beat faster.

The [-] Dao Zang mainly consisted of senior masters of the Immortal Dao writing down their understanding of Dao, and sometimes adding some supernatural powers to prove it. He just glanced down and even saw some complete magic powers.

Although it is only a small part of it, most of it is extremely obscure and incomprehensible.But the value in it is many times stronger than the immortal formula he asked for.

Just like what the young man who granted him the [-] Dao Zang said, if he understands this thoroughly, he will never be able to create his own method at his fingertips, and the achievement of the upper three veins is also a certainty.

However, after Feng Bingwen studied the Pisces jade pendant all night with excitement and anticipation, he went out early the next morning with a sad face on his face. The phantom made of water mist is left in the home, which is enough to confuse the real.

"teacher!"

Feng Bingwen set foot on Wolong Lake and found a small island in the middle of the lake.

On this small island he had been to, a simple and simple thatched cottage stood facing the wind.In front of the thatched cottage, a young man in white stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the scenery of the snow-covered mountains and rivers, which was very pleasant.

"How does it feel to read a night?"

Seeing the frowning child in front of him, the boy asked with a smile. When he first entered the library to read, he looked for his father with the same expression.

"can't read!"

Holding the Pisces jade pendant in both hands, Feng Bingwen spoke sincerely, with a hint of despair in his voice.

He studied it all night, only to realize that reciting Dao Zang without anyone to guide the interpretation is like a primary school student who has just learned to recognize commonly used characters studying classical Chinese without pinyin annotations.

"It's normal if you don't understand, don't be discouraged, come, tell me all your doubts last night, and I will solve them for you."

The young man waved his sleeves, and the snow in front of the hut condensed into two decent futons. He sat on one of the futons, while Feng Bingwen sat on the other futon, expressing the doubts he had accumulated last night. .

"What does this sentence mean?"

"this is very simple……"

Zhao Junxian answered calmly, and after Feng Bingwen understood the meaning, he couldn't help but feel excited, and quickly expressed another sentence of his doubts.

"This is……"

The young man with the posture of a fairy continued to answer calmly. As the doubts in Feng Bingwen's mind became less and less, the original puzzled content suddenly became clear, and a smile gradually appeared on his sad face.

It's just different from his smiling face, the young man who sat across from him and explained his doubts, was calm and calm before, but became extremely serious.

It's not that it can't answer the question raised by Feng Bingwen, but,

"Why is this son's aptitude so dull, and he has to ask such a simple question? Could it be that I was the same back then?"

The mentality of the young man has undergone unprecedented changes. He discovered that being a teacher to others is more difficult than fighting with others.

But, was it so difficult when his father answered his doubts back then?He remembered that when he asked his father when he was three years old, he stopped after asking for half an hour at most, and the boy in front of him, he had answered for nearly three hours, and he still didn't seem to stop.

"Forget it, I, Zhao Junxian, will do what I say. Since I have promised to be his half-teacher, I will naturally answer all his doubts, and I must not slack off."

The young man lifted his spirits and cleared away distracting thoughts.Think carefully about the questions raised by the child in front of you, and then answer them in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Feng Bingwen felt like a dry sponge. Under the guidance of the knowledgeable teacher in front of him, he frantically absorbed the principles of the Dao and laid the foundation for his future enlightenment.

"Teacher, this sentence..."

Feng Bingwen, who was immersed in Taoism, ignored the passage of time. Just when he wanted to continue asking, he saw the boy who had been answering him interrupt him.

"It's six o'clock today, you should go back."

"what!"

Only then did Feng Bingwen raise his head, and he was startled by the changes in the sky above his head. When he went out, the sky was only dimly lit, but at this time the sky was completely dark, and there was snow falling in the dark clouds above his head.

"Thank you teacher for your guidance today."

It was already so late, Feng Bingwen got up and saluted respectfully, but he was too embarrassed to disturb him any longer.

Although he guessed that the boss in front of him had long been immune to the influence of the alternation of the sun and the moon, he was detached, but he also had his own things to do, so it was impossible to explain Daozang to him day and night.

"Go!"

The young man's back is straight, sitting on the futon made of snow, his hair is black, his eyes are clear, and he has a fairy posture that is independent of the world.

"Disciple retire!"

Feng Bingwen, who felt that he had gained a lot today, retreated, and when he left Wolong Lake, the young man who was sitting on the island in the middle of the lake and maintained his posture suddenly fell back, no longer hiding the tired look in his eyes.

"too tired!"

The young man looked up at the starless and moonless night sky above his head, his eyes no longer had the look they had just now, they were a little hollow, and he muttered to himself,

"It turns out that teaching disciples is such a hard work, and I will never accept disciples again."

boom -

Looking at the gloomy sky, the young man was upset. He stretched out his palm and waved lightly, and the clouds all over the sky were pushed away, hanging high in the sky, and the bright moon and stars all over the sky, which seemed more and more cold in the winter night, suddenly appeared.

"There are still 29 days, and it will pass after a while!"

The boy's voice echoed under the moonlight, but for some reason, there was a bit of sadness in this voice.

Feng Bingwen naturally didn't know how much torture he had brought to a peerless evildoer with the talent of a fairy.

He just went home and took a nap, then put his vaguely formed spiritual consciousness into the jade pendant, recited the Dao Zang containing the mysterious Dao, and wrote down what he didn't understand. The half teacher asked.

Because he had the idea that someone would answer his doubts, Feng Bingwen read Daozang at an extremely fast speed, almost like a cow chewing Dudan. He first forcibly wrote down Daozang, and then read it again. Just mark it up.

Because the boy said that he will only stay on the island for a month to guide his practice, and then he will leave.

(End of this chapter)