The sudden enlightenment of martial arts in the wordless tablet is really mediocre. To say that it is profound is to break through and suddenly enlighten martial arts with a strong understanding and understanding of Taixu's outline technique.

To put it simply, it was a group of people staring at a broken stone tablet in a daze.

Xin Zhuo tried to shield his grandfather's face to test his understanding, but his understanding was about zero and he couldn't see anything, so he fell into a drowsy state.

Not only him, he found that many people were in the same state, especially people he knew, such as Jiang Hezhu, Shangguan Fan Qing and others. On the surface, they held their chins, closed their eyes, and seemed to be in deep thought. When they got closer, they could clearly hear their snoring.

Among the students behind them, except for three talented students who stared wide-eyed and refused to give up, the rest fell into confusion and fell asleep.

However, there are also very persistent people, such as Hui Ruqing, Zhao Li and a group of people, who stared at each other, and their true energy left their bodies, falling into some strange state.

There is also a group of casual cultivators who seem to have some kind of shameful past that they cannot bear to look back on, and they grit their teeth in order to avenge their shame or get ahead.

One day flies by in a blink of an eye.

When night fell, some people got up to leave, but found that no one was moving, so they had to sit down again.

Then, whether it is the belief that I can realize it, the strange mentality of "I will be gone if someone else realizes it, I will suffer a lot", or the "what if I leave and the good thing is taken away by others", in short, everyone is trapped.

The state of holding one's arms.

At the end of the night, the snow had just melted and it started to rain again.

Moderate rain.

Qiugong Pavilion has prepared umbrellas, which are enough to cover everyone, and there is also a thick slate futon under the body to prevent water from soaking the clothes.

Everything was completely silent, and there were only raindrops falling and one or two hundred people sitting in a daze in the rain.

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but focus on her grandfather's face.

He had a strong impulse to get closer to the wordless monument and take a look at what was going on.

It's a pity that there are so many people and it's really inconvenient.

"Master."

At this moment, He Liansheng behind him suddenly patted him gently and said in a low voice: "The rain is wrong."

Is it raining?

It was impossible to see the rain clearly at night, so Xin Zhuo had no choice but to use dozens of lanterns under the unmarked monument in the distance to look at the thin "rain lines."

Sure enough it’s not right!

The rain is light blue, colorless and odorless, but it exudes a strange light.

"Blue rain..."

"Yes." He Liansheng's face was heavy, "One green rain will bring disaster to the master, and the master will collapse. This is prophesied by the great wizard next to my father, and only my father and I know about it."

"you mean……"

"The master will perish soon, and the world will be in chaos." He Liansheng sighed softly, "Master, it's better if you know and don't say anything."

"Oh, I got it."

Xin Zhuo had no feelings about this at all. The master was too far away and was not as important as his grandfather's face.

On the second day, Qingyu continued, finally attracting the attention of the crowd.

However, after discussing it for a long time, I felt that it was nothing special except for being strange. I finally realized that martial arts is a real thing.

In the afternoon, one person suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "Ah, I understand!"

The crowd immediately looked at each other.

The man was a steward from a small sect, less than thirty years old, with a look of surprise and understanding on his face.

Everyone was shocked. The faces of Master Li, Qin Yuliu and others changed drastically. They immediately stood up and asked sternly: "What have you realized?"

The man faced everyone's gaze, his chest heaved up and down, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If my Vajra Body Protection Technique imitates the state of a stone slab and shrinks the Jin, Gong, Mie, Qi, Tong and other acupoints, it will be invulnerable to swords and water and fire.

"

Sure enough, he was enlightened, but he was enlightened on the slate, not the martial arts on the slate. However, no one could say that he was wrong.

After all, his enlightenment is fresh, refined and unique.

The scene fell into silence and embarrassment for a while.

After a long while, Master Li said in a deep voice: "Master Chen has learned very well, please sit down!"

"OK!"

The man clasped his fists in all directions, looked like he was ahead of the competition, and sat down with a smug expression on his face, "Let's encourage each other!"

The epiphany continues.

In the evening, it seemed that "Master Chen" had given him some advice, and a few more people had enlightened themselves to Tietou Kung Fu, Rain Sword, and Tieyu Sword.

…

On the third day, the green rain continued, and so did the enlightenment.

Many people can no longer bear it. The feeling of being hit by wind and rain and being hungry is really unbearable. If there weren't too many people, some rude people might have yelled at you for the sake of their reputation: "I know you're a bitch!"

Finally, it was the fourth watch in the evening, and we arrived at the three-day appointment at Qiugong Pavilion.

Mr. Li stood up, cupped his fists and saluted: "Everyone, the three-day deadline has expired. According to the rules, you should go back to bed and rest. Of course, the wordless monument will be put to tomorrow morning. If anyone is willing to insist, there is still some time."

Everyone was silent at first, and then Jiang Hezhu and others, who were extremely tired, took the lead to leave.

Then a chain reaction started, and guests and staff left their seats one after another.

Even Master Pujing of Shuiyue Temple also left with her nuns.

"Master, shall we go?"

Behind them, Bai Xuanji and others asked in a low voice, their voices exhausted.

"Walk!"

Xin Zhuo took a deep look at the wordless monument that looked like his grandfather's tombstone, then turned and left.

…

In Yi Kui's room, the beeswax oil lamp was bright, illuminating Xin Zhuo's face.

He had already put on a dry robe and was looking at the oil lamp in a daze.

"You have to remember that you are just a bug and a bastard. You are smaller and humbler than shit. You have nothing to be proud of. From now on, you must be humble to everyone. You must kowtow when you meet noble people. This world is too cold, everyone

They all pretend, even if it’s a beggar picking up garbage, you can’t completely know what he’s thinking…”

"Little boy, my grandfather is gone. The only person my grandfather has ever been sorry for in his life is you. Leave here and have a good life...live."

The old man with scars on his face, as majestic as a bear, grabbed his hand before he died and said something... quite irritating.

Before he died, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and fell on the palm of Xin Zhuo's hand. It was hot with a hint of coldness that was not worth it in the world.

This is a picture of a grandfather bidding farewell to his grandson before his death.

It's somewhat strange and inexplicable.

Xin Zhuo's feeling at the time was...Old man, you are somewhat abnormal. Is this the result of many losses?

But at this moment, I felt an indescribable strange feeling.

He felt that his grandfather Xin Aotian was a man of true temperament and understood the true meaning of the world.

But the more this happened, the more curious he became about the appearance of his grandfather's face on the wordless monument.

…

It was the darkness before dawn, and the students and guests who had had an epiphany for three days had already fallen asleep.

In the east courtyard.

Green rain was falling, and there was no one around.

No one usually lives here, so it is used for "enlightenment".

At this time, the wordless tablet was covered by a layer of glazed pavilion, without any water splashing in. It was cold and dead, just like when it first appeared.

As for whether anyone has an epiphany in these three days, it depends on the observations of the masters.

At this moment, a black shadow appeared like a ghost, and he stood in the rain, looking at the stone tablet in a daze.

Xin Zhuo.

He couldn't hold it back after all. How could he hold it back?

He carefully looked around and waited for half a stick of incense to make sure no one was there. Then he thought for a moment and looked at the well nearby.

I walked to the well, shook up half a bucket of water, carried it up the seven stone steps, and arrived in front of the wordless monument.

The surface of the wordless monument was covered with a thick layer of dust. My grandfather's face became clearer when he looked carefully.

His breathing was rough, his eyes flickered, his hand inserted into the bucket, and in disguise, he quietly added half of the water from Wangyue Well, just enough to fill the bucket.
Chapter completed!