Fu Xiaowa continued to supplement the exercises of the ** meridian meridian and entered the next stage of practice. This meridian meridian was divided into many stages. After breaking through the second Zhongzhu point, it was time to enter the second stage of practice. This stage was more complicated than the first stage. Fu Xiaowa died in the first stage, and was killed by these complex things. Now in the second stage, he was even more rare to be dying of ecstasy.

With a snap, he closed the meridians and wrote down the practice method before talking about it. When he went back, he asked the old man for advice. He might have a solution. At least in the first stage, he would give him a good idea.

I threw the book back to the management office, and someone specially helped me to send it back to the second floor. Fu Xiaowa kindly sent it back to the original position. Anyway, there is no big problem with him going to the second floor now.

After finding the original location of the ** meridian meridian, Fu Xiaowa pulled open the books on both sides, then put the ** meridian meridian back on the bookshelf, clapped his hands, and prepared to go home with satisfaction.

"Wait a minute!" While Fu Xiaowa was about to go home, he heard the middle-aged man next to him who had not made much noise and called Fu Xiaowa and said.

"Oh? What's wrong with the uncle telling me?" Fu Xiaowa turned around and found that the middle-aged man was holding a book in his hand and was looking at him with a strange look.

"Where did your clothes come from?" The middle-aged man knew strangely that this was not Fu Xiaowa's clothes.

Fu Xiaowa also felt strange. Does this dress look like his own? Did he be born to wear rags to look like his own clothes?

"What's wrong with this my clothes?" Fu Xiaowa just didn't believe it. Could it be that he was just a bare butt material?

"This is not your clothes, tell me, where did it come from!" The middle-aged man shook his face.

"How do you know it's not my clothes? Do you have to write my name on it before I call it my clothes!" Fu Xiaowa said hard.

"Do you know what clothes this is?"

"The clothes worn by people!" Fu Xiaowa said, sarcastically.

"It seems that you don't know the seriousness of the matter. If it was stolen, take it off and hand it over to me and send it back to the original owner. I will pretend that this has never happened. If it is not, it means its origin. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" The middle-aged man put the book back to the bookshelf.

A faint light shone in from the window and shone in this dark second-floor pavilion. It was quiet all around. There were fewer students here, and no one noticed what happened in this area.

Fu Xiaowa felt very strange. Who is this strange middle-aged man? Why do you like to meddle in other people's business? You asked him to take it off. You just told him to go back naked. He shouted: "The Sutra Pavilion is not allowed to do anything. There are regulations. Don't think I don't know!"

"That's right, the Sutra Pavilion is not allowed to take action, I decided this rule!" But when the middle-aged man lit up, Fu Xiaowa was shocked. Unexpectedly, this man would do it as soon as he said he could take action, without any worries.

"You have to pay for the broken things!" Fu Xiaowa said nervously in fear.

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled lightly, his voice was calm and confident: "No!"

But he saw a phantom. Fu Xiaowaxue didn't have time to scream, but found that his neck was already pinched by his hands, and he couldn't even scream.

Fu Xiaowa grabbed the claws on his neck like iron pliers and struggled hard. No matter how hard he broke his hands, he couldn't break the fingers that tied his neck. This was the first time he had encountered such a master, and he had no time to resist. He was already controlled.

Fu Xiaowa's two feet had risen off the ground, and he couldn't even cough. His feet were stomping in the void. Seeing the power of Fu Xiaowa, the middle-aged man let go of his hand, and Fu Xiaowa fell down and collapsed on the ground and coughed constantly.

"How is it, do you still dare to shout?" the middle-aged man said calmly.

Fu Xiaowa was scared. This man's cultivation was too high, not at the same level, nor at one or two levels.

"After saying that, where did your clothes come from!"

"Ahem!" Fu Xiaowa rubbed his neck uncomfortable and grinned: "No, it's just a torn coarse cloth dress, why are you so serious!"

"There is only one piece in the world. You are so proud of your clothes. Don't talk nonsense, just tell me where it comes from!" As he said that, the middle-aged man raised his hand again.

"Okay, okay!" Fu Xiaowa was afraid and hurriedly replied: "This is what an old man borrowed from me!"

"An old man?" the middle-aged man said strangely.

"That's right, it's the old man who planted red fruits. If you don't believe it, go and ask him!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he knew it was Chiyanguo and the old man was Master Wen Yuan. There was no doubt about this, and he continued to ask: "What is the old man's surname?"

"Following his friend's name, the surname should be Wen. I have lived in his house for a while and I treat me very well. If I don't believe in some people, I will take action when I meet, and I have no moral integrity at all!" Fu Xiaowa said resentfully.

The middle-aged man was both angry and funny. This guy who was wearing famous all over the streets even said that others had no moral integrity, and that this guy's moral integrity was eaten by a dog.

"You stay here, I will ask clearly before I will give it back to you!" said the middle-aged man.

"What nonsense? Tell me to go back naked, people all over the street!"

"I will give you a set of clothes from the Sutra Library Management Department, you can take them first!"

"It is necessary to make a torn dress so seriously. It's not a valuable item. Even if it is thrown away, not many people will pick it up!" Fu Xiaowa took it off and muttered.

"Get out quickly, don't talk nonsense!"

Fu Xiaowa was frightened by this, and took off all her clothes and wore a big shorts. The middle-aged man shook his treasure bag in his sleeves, and a black and white robe suit appeared. This is the style of clothes that I often see in the Sutra Pavilion. Those who wear this type of clothes are the Management Department of the Sutra Pavilion, which specializes in the Shelf, management, editing and other work.

Fu Xiaowa felt that it was from Liangsou, and he was not used to it at all, so he was busy wearing clothes.

"After you leave, this dress will naturally return to the original owner's hand. If you ask him again!" The middle-aged man took the clothes back into his treasure bag after he said that.

Fu Xiaowa looked back from time to time in his clothes and cursed from time to time. Today, he was stripped naked by someone. While he was muttering, Fu Xiaowa came to the entrance of the stairs and was about to go downstairs to go home. He walked down a few steps and stepped back.

He looked curiously at the stairs leading to the third floor. The stairs leading into the darkness, which seemed very secret. He licked his lips, feeling the curiosity in his heart. Although he was not only hurt by this damn curiosity, he still insisted on exploring spirit.

He tried to put one foot on the steps, which was usually an extremely dangerous move, but the curiosity of this Guazi could occupy all dangers. Even if he was a magic armor, he still had to satisfy his curiosity.

Fu Xiaowa's feet were gently placed on the steps. He thought there was some super gravity, and it was still too late to pull back his feet. But unexpectedly, after the foot was placed on the steps, an inexplicable hallucination suddenly rose from his mind, and the whole person seemed to have entered a dream. In this dream, his memories were a little backward. Suddenly, those sad past events emerged from his mind. Master Huo Qing was killed and the death of Luo Xinyi's gang leader on Baiyun Mountain. All kinds of sad scenes, the heart-wrenching heartache, and the heart-wrenching heartache rose from the bottom of his heart, and then magnified several times, causing the whole person to fall into despair.

Fu Xiaowa stood on this first step with red eyes, and his whole spirit fell into the greatest pain. This is the road to practice. All kinds of hardships and twists were amplified, and Fu Xiaowa stood on another step again. The pain he felt suddenly increased again. There was a voice persuading him not to move forward, go back to live a relaxed and simple life, worry-free life.

But the determination that Fu Xiaowa burst out in his heart. His determination to pursue his own life in martial arts has become his strongest support. He still has a lot to do. He needs stronger strength to protect more people. He needs to chase Cao Zijing and let him receive the punishment he deserves. His perseverance to continue moving forward in martial arts is extremely firm. Once he stepped onto a step ahead, the whole world seemed to collapse. Those despair, helplessness, loneliness, and thoughts of giving up were all magnified a hundred times. But all this still could not stop him from moving forward.

The ** meridian meridian that Fu Xiaowa practiced not only creates endurance for him, but also tempers people's will in spirit. Fu Xiaowa's head is filled with powerful energy, and anger and sadness can be transformed into strength. This is the uniqueness of Fu Xiaowa's Everlasting Sorrow.

Fu Xiaowa became quite terrifying, moving forward step by step, as if he was heading towards the land of death. What the steps conveyed to him was extremely powerful mental pain and pressure that wanted to stop him from moving forward. Fu Xiaowa used his unyielding belief in moving forward in martial arts and always supported him forward. No matter what kind of future he had, he had to move forward.

Finally, Fu Xiaowa stepped on the last step, and at this time he was like a madman, with red eyes, disorganized hair, and sweat all over his body as if he had been running in the heavy rain.

At the last moment of stepping onto the third floor, the pain and pressure of the whole world disappeared completely. Fu Xiaowa sat on the ground, looking at the passage downwards, looking at the short dozens of steps of the stairs, it was like walking through thousands of years and walking through the most painful memories of ten lifetimes.

But in the end, he went up to the third floor and the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Fu Xiaowa took off some mental pressure and suddenly felt Kongming in the world. He took a deep breath and let the air enter his body and brought a spiritual boost.

He wanted to stand up, but found that his body had become staggering. He didn't know how much power he used to get up. I'm afraid that the stairs would have no gravity limit at all. In the end, he was himself, and he couldn't help but burst out the power in his body. All the power was transformed with anger and the power transformed by the original energy of life.

Fu Xiaowa looked at the clothes he had just worn, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He looked at the third floor and then felt that the third floor was completely different from the two floors below. Not only was the layout unusual, but more importantly, this place was no longer an attic, but a wilderness.

wilderness?

Fu Xiaowa rubbed his eyes. How could this Sutra Pavilion turn into a wilderness? He calmed down and still found that what he saw was a wilderness, and a piece of wind and sand blew, and the sand was still confused about his eyes.

Fu Xiaowa looked at the sand in his hand in detail. It was a real grain of sand. What's going on?

When he actually arrived at the third floor, he decided to walk forward and take a look. He stepped on the yellow sand on the ground and made a sizzling sound. Everything was so realistic that it made people feel like they were in the third space.

Fu Xiaowa walked slowly, but saw pictures in the yellow sand, which were imprinted in the void. They were human forms practicing in it, and you could see the flow of energy in your body through the tendons and veins. All of this was magical. Fu Xiaowa reached out to touch it, but found that he felt an empty space, and he didn't know where these images came from.

But there was not a single person here. But in the yellow and sandals, a figure slowly turned from confusion to clear, and finally appeared in front of Fu Xiaowa. It was a real person, not those false images.

The person who appeared was an old man with a white hair and beard. He walked out of the yellow sand calmly, but saw the young man looking at him again. He looked at his manager uniform, as if he understood something and said casually: "Over there, go and sort it out!"

"Oh!" Fu Xiaowa was stunned and could only respond to this sentence.

This third floor is really illusory. Everything is so real and so unreal. Fu Xiaowa is moving forward in front of the wind and sand. I wonder if he will walk to the wall and hit his head.

(Today's task is too heavy, 15,000 words, ahhh, the code is so big that the pig owes 1,500 words, wait and make up for it by modifying it. Please pay attention to modifying it, ahhh, sorry, sorry!)

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