The young monk with a relatively low level of cultivation was still unable to detect the deep changes. He only felt that the spiritual power in the southeastern border had become richer and richer.
They are still young and have not suffered the pain of hitting the ceiling. The world in their eyes was so clear-cut in black and white from the beginning, and they couldn't see through it without standing high enough.
Therefore, when they discovered that the spiritual power in the southeastern border was visibly thicker, they were simply excited. Anyone with a discerning eye can see how much they can benefit from such changes and conditions. This is a conclusion that can be drawn without thinking carefully.
However, for the elderly, especially those who were driven by fate to touch the mysterious existence, but were crushed by the so-called fate. For them, spiritual recovery means more than just a great future, but hope, the glimmer of light they have been waiting for at the end of the night.
They began to feel that their stagnant time was flowing with time again, and the feeling of being invisiblely bound in the past had dissipated - they were free.
What followed was that the cultivation that had not been improved for many years began to show signs of loosening. Although there is little movement and it is not something that can be achieved overnight, it is already a big step for these people.
Because in the past, the past that was not free and seemed to be eternally imprisoned, even such a small step was impossible.
They seem to have seen the day when they completely shake off the shadows and stride forward towards a more distant future.
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"That's right, that sounds really good." Hearing this, Ning Xia murmured.
Daojun Yuanheng told her a lot, all of which were small pieces of news, ranging from some key details after leaving the secret realm, to some changes after returning to the sect, and the subtle changes in the entire southeastern border pattern after that.
In fact, the other party did not intend to seriously discuss with her "What impact will the drastic changes in spiritual power have on the southeastern border?" This topic may not be fully explained in three days and three nights, but it was just discussed as a matter of discussion. point, thinking of finding interesting topics for patients to talk about during dull moments.
Ningxia listened carefully and did not complain about the other party's fragmentary and incomplete narrative method.
Because she knew that the complexity of what the other party said was beyond the ability of a young monk to understand, and it was far beyond what she could worry about. This is not the scope for her to intervene, or it is not information that an ordinary disciple should be able to know... So why did Lord Yuanheng tell this to her?
Ningxia only felt a little confused. At the same time, she felt extremely sleepy. Perhaps because the communication lasted so long and they were talking about such a complicated and confusing topic, the seemingly endless energy she had just woken up had almost dissipated.
She began to feel that her eyelids were a little heavy uncontrollably, and the voice was getting farther and farther away from her. The people and things in front of her were covered with a hazy veil, and everything seemed to be separated by a layer. Consciousness is hazy and intermittent.
But the strange thing is that Ning Xia felt that the elder sitting next to him did not stop speaking. He kept explaining something softly. The thin voice seemed to bring a soothing power and passed through his ears. In her heart.
The sunlight shines down from the window, and as the sun rises, it penetrates from different angles, revealing the unique heat of the warm sun.
She was so tired, but she had never felt better. So comfortable, quiet, relaxed and wanton——
Ningxia thought she might be able to sleep again in such a comfortable environment. Maybe... there will be other new changes when she wakes up again, and she is inexplicably looking forward to it.
Um?
Ningxia heard someone calling her, opened her eyes, and found that Daojun Yuanheng had not left as expected.
He didn't know when he left his seat in Ningxia and walked to the window sill not far away, seeming to be looking at something. The sunlight was slanting, shining through the thin spiritual pattern paper, and shining on his body. I don't know if it was because of the light or because she was too sleepy and had an illusion. She always felt that the other person's figure seemed to be full of depression.
Ning Xia didn't know how long it had been since she had been drowsy, and she had felt like she had been there for a while. How long had Dao Lord Yuan Heng been waiting... Could it be that Dao Lord Yuan Heng had anything else he wanted to say to her?
"When I came back that day, I talked with Ming Jing for a whole day. He... said a lot, and I also said a lot. I really never thought that I was such a selfish and conceited person... ." He chuckled. It was obviously a self-deprecating statement, but it conveyed a sense of brightness and relaxation, and even contained a hint of a weird smile.
The other party didn't look back, and Ning Xia didn't make a sound, but the other party seemed to have eyes behind him and knew that someone was listening behind him, listening to his unknown self-analysis.
The young man paused for a moment, shook his head slightly, and seemed to be shaking his head and chuckling.
He was silent for a while, and didn't speak for a long time. It was so long that Ningxia couldn't help but fall into drowsiness again, and then he said again: "The kid said that he always thought that he was too dull and far from good enough, so he was beaten by me. He has always been rejected. He has always felt inferior and doubtful about this, and he has always wanted my approval."
"It's ridiculous... I never knew." Daojun Yuanheng sneered, as if he was mocking his own lack of care: "I am really an extremely failed leader."
The younger generation has always thought that he was abandoned by his elders, unable to muster the courage to move forward, and even couldn't help but have doubts about himself.
Because of the indelible knot in his heart, he often misses the mark actively or passively, and finally thinks that he has lost the qualification to teach——
Therefore, the two misunderstood each other and had a tacit understanding. Their thoughts were perfectly staggered, and they could fit together so perfectly. They had missed each other for so many years. It has to be said that these two people are really destined to each other - in every sense of the word.
But it's actually not too late now. He still has time and opportunity to make up for the mistakes he made before and the debt he owed to the children...
Thinking of that day, after he made that request, the other party's expression was both surprised and unavoidable, and he was particularly happy, as if it would overflow from his eyes the next moment.
Maybe even Daojun Yuanheng didn't notice that at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was a little too soft for his personality.
"Fufeng." After a while, I don't know how long it took, and the rustling wind played several turns along the gap, he suddenly asked softly.
But no one responded.
"Are you willing to be my disciple?" The young man left the window sill and returned to the couch. Looking at the sleeping person, he didn't know whether it was pity or sigh.
It seems like you didn’t hear it...? Well, he actually already knew the answer.
