After a long time, Wei Curcuma slowly woke up, and the sky had turned completely dark.
"I feel so sore all over...as if I've been beaten..."
Wei Curcuma rubbed his somewhat swollen cheeks and muttered a few words in a low voice.
"The depth of meditation is enough. What you need to train is the speed of entry and the ability to instantly restore inner peace in unexpected situations."
Mo Daosang took Wei Zeshu down the mountain slowly and found a canteen to have some dinner.
“It was a good day and the coaching became once a week.”
"I can't always follow you like this. After all, I'm also very busy, but I will leave you some homework."
Wei Curcuma was slightly relieved when he heard this, but he was also a little confused.
"Let's talk about Dharma first. What type of Dharma do you think I am?"
Wei Zeshu frowned and looked at Mo Daosang, who was drinking white wine leisurely. To be honest, he had no clue at all. His teacher rarely used soul pressure. Maybe he was too weak. So there is no need for him to use it?
"Strengthening method...?"
Wei Curcuma could only make such a guess, because he did not show any other control, structure, transformation, or release, but he was able to destroy his all-out slash with just a cigarette, even in one second. Break your own spine.
It seems that only the strengthening system can achieve such results quietly?
"Wrong, although I am very good at strengthening the system, this is not my method."
Mo Daosang asked the waiter for a piece of white paper and a pencil, and started writing and drawing.
"Everyone's skills are different, but the six major categories they are good at are also different. For example, if you are better at the forward and reverse applications of the strengthening system, your strengthening talent can be made stronger."
"The one you currently have is something that is not considered a law, but is related to structure. It can give you an advantage, but you don't seem to have any similar clues about domination and transformation, so currently you are weak in these two aspects. "
He drew a hexagon, representing the six major departments, and drew the current situation of Wei Curcuma on it.
"Everyone has their own areas that they are good at and not good at. I am better at the use of reinforcement and control, and I can say that I know almost nothing about release and transformation."
“But interestingly enough, my law doesn’t fall into any of those categories.”
Mo Daosang pointed to his eyes, and his originally iron-gray and turbid eyes gradually turned into an eerie blackness.
"My method is a special one."
"Is it okay if you just tell me your method?"
Wei Curcuma was a little hesitant, because according to his own personality, he would definitely like no one to know his method and use it as his trump card.
"It doesn't matter. After all these years, even if I want to hide my law, it will be known to everyone... and the effect of making the law public is not only bad."
"The more people who disclose their Dharma and know it, the more the concept of this Dharma will be strengthened and emphasized, and the effect will naturally be stronger."
"Especially for those who know the rules of their own law, the effect will be enhanced. Law is such a subtle conceptual thing. It is not a simple objective existence. It is more abstract than you think."
"My method is of a special type. I am used to calling it [White Night Eye], but some people call it [Breaking Delusion and Different Eyes]."
"It sounds vague, and the characteristics are not clearly explained. It's also very silly."
Wei Zeshu resisted the desire to complain in his heart. He felt that the name given by others sounded much better. It turned out that you couldn't guess the effect of the method with this name...
"Bai Ye...something sounds familiar..."
Wei Curcuma was thoughtfully eating Baiye Pavilion's classic set meal.
"Speaking of the fundamentals, the effect of my method is also easy to understand. It is able to see through the most fragile weakness of anyone and anything, as if the night is exposed to the day, so it is called the White Night Eye."
Mo Daosang looked at the empty transparent goblet in his hand, casually stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers on a certain point on it. The entire goblet instantly seemed like a building block collapsed, breaking into countless small pieces. fragments.
He reached out and picked up the sterling silver table knife, and used his index finger to gently exert force on a certain point on the handle. The entire knife was instantly distorted by the stress of its own internal destruction, and the sound of metal crunching continued to be heard.
"Dead things are like this, people are like this, and abnormalities are like this. Their weaknesses are as obvious to me as if they were exposed to the darkness of day."
The impact on Wei Curcuma was greater than destroying these things with force. He seemed to begin to understand what Mo Daosang just said, that the law is a subtle conceptual thing, what exactly he meant.
This cannot be explained theoretically at all and can only be attributed to conceptual results.
"Then...what if a thing has no weaknesses?"
"Then give it one."
What Mo Daosang said was so natural, just like saying that you should drink water when you are thirsty and eat when you are hungry.
"Because of the special nature of my method, I can always see a lot of abnormal weaknesses. When I am bored, I compile them into notes. After so many years, I have accumulated a lot."
"These things are naturally useless to me. They are just my daily records. They may not be of much use to other people, because it is impossible for them to remember such a vast and complex content in their minds, even if they memorize it by rote. If you memorize it, you will not be able to make correct judgments at critical times, and it may even become a shackles."
"However, I think you can give it a try."
"Why?"
"Because I want to try."
"And I've heard Qing Jiang's report. You seem to have created a method that doesn't exist?"
"What if you can also create a second law that doesn't exist?"
"....Teacher, isn't this reason a bit casual?"
"A dead horse is a living horse doctor. Many great things are often nonsense at the beginning. I am very optimistic about you!"
"Thank...thank you?"
"Tomorrow, someone will send you all the notes. Remember to wash your hands before reading them every time!"
"Then...it seems like there is only one and a half months left for the nearest deviant-suppression exam?"
"yes..."
Wei Curcuma naturally remembers this special day very firmly. It is really a matter of physical life and death for him.
But he answered with a guilty conscience at the moment, because he seemed to have a bad premonition in his heart.
"Okay, then it's decided. For one and a half months, you have to memorize all the notes, and at the same time, you have to meditate regularly."
Mo Daosang gave Wei Curcuma a rare glass of wine.
"If you don't do it, you are not my student."
Wei Curcuma almost spit out a mouthful of wine.
"Old Biden! I'm going to shark you!!!"
.... Wei Eshu originally wanted to say this, but Mo Daosang was too strong, and he might not be able to survive half a round under him.
There is an old saying in the Yan Kingdom: Those who know the current affairs are heroes...
"Besides, your current method still has a lot of room for improvement. I'll let you know before I leave tomorrow."
.....He who knows the current affairs is a hero.....
