"Fortunately, senior brother is kind-hearted and remembers the good deeds in the past. Later, my senior brother and I have reached the age limit and want to stay. Thanks to the senior brother's words."

The feeding disciple did not ask "then" again.

What else can there be?

This is the best and the last.

The difference between clouds and mud is not something you can just talk about. Clouds are clouds and mud is mud. Thinking about their intersection is difficult! Difficult! Difficult!

The raising disciples know even more that the year Laowaimen mentioned was not that many years ago.

How many years has Senior Brother Shen Lang stayed in the outer sect?

A few years ago, foreigners would still rely on their elders and be good teachers;

Now, a few years later, he is old and sluggish. When faced with the rising young geniuses, he can only flatter and bow down, not daring to compete with them.

"Going down the mountain, going down the mountain."

The foreigner seemed to have remembered the same thing. He stood up and threw down the gourd.

"I figured it out."

"People cannot be compared with others."

"For Senior Brother Shen Lang and that boy Chen Yang, the road is just a road. If you walk on it, you will get there."

"For me, that is a hurdle. I can't jump over it or climb over it. If I don't wake up if I get stuck in it, my whole life will pass."

"I want to go down the mountain, marry eighteen concubines, have one hundred and eight sons, and send them all to the sect."

"I don't believe it anymore. No one can enter the inner door!"

"Go and rest, I have been outside for twenty years. I have seen so many heroes, soaring and flying phoenixes, and heard about so many premature deaths and wasted time. Why don't you go back and exchange this old face for a good deal, get a wife and have children."

The foreigner suddenly became enlightened, put aside his obsessions, and went straight back up the mountain to find an acquaintance in the deacon's room to arrange for Waifang to establish a family of cultivators.

The disciples who were raising him stared at his back blankly from behind. His broad robe and long sleeves gave him an extraordinary appearance that he had never seen before.

"That's very well said."

After the foreigner's back was gone, he sighed with emotion: "Actually, that senior fellow student back then also said something else:

How many lotus flowers can be obtained from a pond of mud?

Most of it is a skeleton, and the other half is full of maggots."

"It's boring, it's boring."

The disciple who raised him turned back and got into the reed shed, huddled under the belly of a Yin Crane, covered his head and face with its wings, and his body was trembling faintly.

The Yin Crane looked confused and nudged the feeding disciple with his beak.

After a long while, the disciple raised his head and trembled: "I understand the truth, but, but, but I, still...

Not willing to give in!!!”

He raised his head and had tears streaming down his face.

...

Riding a crane down the mountain, Chen Yang saw the city at the foot of the mountain magnifying in front of his eyes. Chen Yang finally controlled the crane and descended. Little did he know that in this accidental encounter, some people were relieved and others were unwilling to accept it.

The joys and sorrows of mankind have never been the same.

"Bah, bah, bah~"

"Is this evil creature intentional?"
Chapter completed!