"The Holy Clothes are lifeless?!!" Dismusk's brain was shocked, and he felt that the whole worldview had received an unprecedented impact. For a warrior who became a golden saint but could not wear the golden saint for twenty years, how painful it was. The teacher, the pope of the Holy Land, also visited the Cancer Palace frequently during these long years, and sometimes brought Abrody to transmit knowledge about the saint clothes to the two. In the teacher's view, the saint clothes are alive and have subjective consciousness. Only when they are recognized by the saint clothes, can they wear it and fight side by side with it. "Δ

However, at this moment, under the Five Old Peaks of China, the purple-skinned old man with a white beard in a straw hat actually said, "The holy clothes are lifeless." This simply subverted the holy clothes view that Dismusk and Abrodi have been influenced by the past years and have always adhered to.

"To be prepared, no one in the Holy Clothes has life. So far, no one in the Holy Clothes has given enough proof. However, in the more than three thousand years of civilization in the Holy Clothes, there are two theories. One is that the Holy Clothes itself contains life, which exists in an independent form of thought. If it is recognized by it, it can control the Holy Clothes. The other theory expresses that the Holy Clothes is actually an ideology with essence and origin, and cannot be reflected as a form of a living body. It is just a law of development and order that must be followed. Only by finding this law and method can it be combined with the Holy Clothes. It is obvious that I support the latter." Tong Hu sat cross-legged on the cliff, leaning against the waterfall, facing two young people who were dumbfounded by wooden chickens, and said happily.

"What? This..." Dismusk was so surprised that he could even put an egg in his mouth. Finally, he smiled with a self-deprecating smile, "I'll go, what bothered me for so many years, I thought the holy cloak was so tall. If you say this, you'll fall into the mortal world and become ordinary."

"People are always afraid of unknown things and worship the unexplained phenomena, but they do not know that there is a way in all things. But how many people in the world can calm down and study the unknown origins of the essence!" Tong Hu took a sip of green tea, quiet tea, smelled the fragrance, and reaped the sweetness. The old man looked at the tea in front of him and sighed, "Just like this cup of tea, if you don't soak it in it, how can you feel its freshness and sweetness, and the magic of the Creator of Nature."

Looking at the old man's face of unfathomableness and savoring the intoxicating appearance of tea, Abrodi couldn't help feeling a little sore in his teeth. He interrupted the old man's artistic conception inappropriately and asked directly, "So what is the essence of the holy garment? How can we wear the holy garment?!"

The old man slowly raised his head, under the tilted hat, he glanced at Abrodi with bright eyes and said, "Look, the waterfall behind me, do you know why it rushes downwards instead of soaring in the sky?"

Abrodid looked puzzled, and Dismusk next to him was also full of questions. The old man's thinking jumping ability was too strong. Is it a legendary generation gap? Abrodidillo hesitated and said, "The reason why the waterfall landed instead of flying into the sky is because of the gravity of the earth."

“Who made this point?”

"Newton!" Dismusk answered.

"How did he come up with this theory?" Tong Hu asked slowly.

Abrodi thought about it. Although he didn't know what the old man meant, he still followed the old man's thinking and said, "It was a conclusion drawn through learning and research."

"Then why are you still standing there?" Tong Hu's eyelids drooped and he said bluntly, "Learn to study it yourself!"

"Ah?! Oh..." Abrodid was stunned, and his exquisite and fair cheeks suddenly turned red, which looked very beautiful. He nodded angrily and turned away.

However, Dismusk held his smile on his face and wanted to follow Abrody to study the theoretical issue of "how the holy garment is worn on his body".

But it seemed that the old man on the edge of the cliff didn't want to let him go. As soon as he turned around, the old man's low voice came from behind, "That young man, you stay here first, I have something to leave to you."

"Oh, is it me?! Teacher." Dismusk looked at the light blue show that was rising while Abrodi walked. He pointed to Abrodi's show and his head, and asked the old man uncertainly until his face turned purple and dark, and slowly walked back.

Dismusk walked to the old man, who put down the teacup in his hand, reached out and pointed to the side, and said, "Sit!"

Dismusk sat opposite the old man in response. For the first time, he observed the mysterious old man under the Wu Lao Peak in China so close. His skin was inexplicably light purple, not as deep as he saw in the sunlight from afar. He was wearing an old oriental robe, and two "tadpoles" embroidered on his chest were intertwined, one white and one black. His hands under his shriveled skin were slowly conditioning the tea set, pouring out some tea leaves from the tea box and putting the kettle on the iron rack.

At this time, the old man raised his head and looked at Dismusk and said, "Okay, use your flame to cook a pot of tea for me. The temperature should be appropriate and the heat should be enough. Keep it 3 o to 6 o C for the first five minutes, and slowly heat it to 1 o C for the next five minutes until the aroma overflows, gradually lowering the temperature until the flame disappears."

When Dismusk heard this, he was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "But my flame is accumulating corpse gas, it is cold flame, and there is no temperature..."

"You idiot, just use ordinary flames. Who told you to use Gui Cangyan!" Tong Hu glanced at him and said.

"Oh..." After hearing this, Dismusk snapped his fingers, and with a "boom", he rushed more than half a person from his fingertips, making Tong Hu's hat on one side burn, but the hat was not burning.

Dismusk glanced at the old man Tonghu who was a little dark-faced, smiled awkwardly, and then quickly focused on the flame in his hand, constantly controlling, compressing, concentrating, and compressing again until the flame turned into a fire as big as a finger, and was gently grilling under the purple clay pot.

"Temperature, pay attention to the temperature." Tong Hu nodded with satisfaction. It was so easy to control the flames flexibly. Is this talent and domain ability also good?

Dismusk stared at the flame in his hand, slowly compressed, gradually becoming smaller, and the red flames had become the size of a fingernail. Dis couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The size of the flame does not represent the strength of the energy contained. You just compressed the flame to a point. Although the flame gradually became smaller, its destructive power remained unchanged!" Tong Hu looked at the purple clay pot's butt and said with his eyelids pounding. He regretted using his beloved purple clay pot as a test piece.

After a while, the red flame was large and small, and the energy contained in it continued to change. Dismusk stared at the flame in his hand without blinking, but he just couldn't make it stay at a considerable temperature. Either it was too strong or too hot, and Dismusk was sweating profusely.

"Take it with your heart, control it with your heart, don't stare with your eyes, jump with your own feelings, first turn the temperature between 3o and 6o degrees." Tong Hu's low words came.

After hearing this, Dismusk closed his eyes gently. In the darkness, he felt something beating slightly on his fingers and swaying. He knew that it was a flame. He gradually relaxed his body and slowly retracted his strength. He retracted more and increased again. This kept repeating, retracting, increasing, retracting, increasing...

But the flames were not as imagined, and could be so subtle. They were like a group of naughty children, who were not obeyed discipline and were so active, so easy to control. Dismusk kept trying and working hard until the color of the flames became lighter and the energy contained in them became sparse. It felt like they were about forty or fifty degrees. He shouted excitedly, "I succeeded, teacher! I succeeded!"
Chapter completed!