From the ruins of the military town to the spiritual space, Su Luo smiled and recounted the thrilling experiences of the past ten days bit by bit.
"...After all the hardships, I finally succeeded in killing the giant snake man with my sword and broke into the space crack. But I never thought that the space crack was the spiritual seed of the Dao Pulse!"
"This is the spiritual seed space left by the ancestor of Zhan Dao!"
"This inheritance that has been postponed for forty years...has finally begun today!"
Strictly speaking, the protagonist transitions from "Lin Zhuyu" to "Su Luo", which is a taboo for military strategists in literary creation.
In popular literature, Jin Yong did not engage in such tricks in "The Legend of Heaven and Sword of the Dragon" until he became famous.
But the story of the Dao Pulse Spirit Seed happened just a few days, more than ten days ago. It was a true story that happened around them. It was a story that lasted for forty years. Su Luo took over the last one from Lin Zhuyu. Great true story!
Truth is the most touching power!
At this moment, many onlookers in the Tao Tower had some similar thoughts in their hearts:
"inherited!"
"Relay of civilization!"
"Passing the torch!"
Everyone pricked up their ears, hoping to hear the follow-up content as soon as possible. Even Xiao Linglong couldn't help but urge:
"What happened to that old thief from Liu Lao?"
Similar reminders continued, and the sounds became more and more noisy.
Su Luo showed a slight smile, "If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation next time!"
moment.
The whole place rioted.
Xiao Linglong found a big clock from somewhere and sneered:
"Do you know what the last move of the Lion's Roar Kung Fu is?"
An old teacher's heart trembled and he warned: "Xiao Su, hurry up and spit out what's behind. Once the loudspeaker comes out, you will either die or be injured!"
Su Luo smiled. If he really dared to stop here, for whom would the death knell toll? The knell tolls for myself!
After coughing twice, he honestly talked about the third round of inheritance:
"...The Liu Lao dog thief smashed the medical inheritance left by the Dongliu Patriarch, and reached the third round of inheritance faster."
"But no one thought that the things inherited in the third round still have nothing to do with spiritual power cultivation!"
"What many ancestors left to their descendants has never been limited cultivation and resources, but ideas, knowledge and experience and skills. This is the true spiritual seed of Taoism!"
"Knowledge is power!"
"then."
"The obsession that Liu Lao had been waiting for for forty years suddenly collapsed at this moment, his Taoist heart collapsed, and he completely fell into madness!"
Failure, frustration and pain are something that almost everyone has experienced.
Thousands of teachers and students taking shelter in the Taoist Pagoda felt some empathy, but they also knew very well:
"poor person must have something mean!"
The massacre of the seed protection team, the destruction of the Han'an military town, and the hiding of the Taoist spiritual species to this day are all unforgivable things.
Some even gritted their teeth:
"Forty-eight thousand Taoist arts and techniques, and he just slapped them away with one palm? He is simply a sinner of all mankind!"
But someone soon reacted:
"Could it be that those 48,000 golden lights are...?"
After experiencing the climax of "Liu Lao went crazy", Su Luo smiled slightly and told the story to the end, "The forty-eight thousand golden lights last night were the backhand left by the ancestors. The moment the spiritual space collapsed, thousands of Golden light spreads into the homes of ordinary people, regardless of height, fat or thin, and regardless of family background, everyone may receive God-given opportunities."
In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people!
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This mythical story that had lasted for forty years finally came to a relatively happy ending.
But at this time.
Fan Huaimin, Jiang Hu and principal Yang Guo all walked out of the crowd and jointly announced a major event, pushing this story to a higher point!
On April 20, Year 102 of the Daxia Calendar, Qingzhou Fucheng officially approved allowing Qingcheng Pioneer College to conduct pilot education and establish a modern Taoism major!
The initial support fund will be no less than 2 billion!
After the first batch of modern Taoist students enter the school, the Fucheng government will conduct multiple rounds of assessments based on teaching quality and provide more support resources.
In the Tao Tower, thousands of teachers and students all cheered.
Many people who came in to take shelter from the rain also thought that their sons/daughters, who are in their third year of high school, might be able to talk about the legendary past stories about the "Tao Pulse Spirit Seed" when filling out their applications.
Su Luo looked up at Jiang Ya and smiled calmly:
"Reporter Jiang, the rest is up to you."
Suddenly.
Jiang Ya puffed up her chest and promised:
"I guarantee with my lifelong career as a journalist that I will definitely apply for the highest-standard publicity resources for you."
Finished.
She grabbed the photographer and rushed into the spring rain, deciding to edit the video overnight to try to release the show as soon as possible.
As for Qin Shouren's death, it would have been a big news in the past few years, but compared with keywords such as "The birth of Taoist spiritual seeds", "The true source of forty-eight thousand golden lights", "Beheading the Taoist ancestor", etc. , it’s nothing!
Jiang Ya was extremely excited.
The birth of modern Taoism is bound to sweep the world like an upcoming storm!
But she wanted to be the first brave petrel in this storm, the first to shout on the vast sea:
"——The storm! The storm is coming!"
The billions of people in Daxia will deeply remember this storm called "Modern Taoism", and they will also remember a petrel named "Jiang Ya".
Thinking of this, Jiang Ya's heart surged:
"Let the storm come more violently!"
Then.
The rain stopped.
The people, teachers and students dispersed reluctantly.
But at this time.
Suddenly there was a sound in the sky.
"Sorry, it's raining, so I asked the high-speed train to fly above the clouds. The sun was quite warm, so I couldn't help but take a nap." Li Ze had a hunch, threw the ten-year-old fruit from the sky, and then Feng Erluo said, "I always keep my word. Here, this is your reward."
Su Luo stretched out his hand and received the legendary ten-year red fruit.
The green fruit contains endless vitality and vitality!
Fan Huaimin couldn't help but look envious, "Guigui, I heard that this one fruit can equal the weight of a Benhuo-level open-top chariot. It's so damn expensive!"
In fact.
The ten-year Zhuguo is generally used by the heirs of the Qi Storage Realm of a large family. Taking one can save three years of hard training and instantly open the great orifice of the left eye.
Su Luo was also deeply entangled.
Relying on the magical power of drinking ice, he can open the left ear acupuncture point in at most two or three months. Should he sell this ten-year-old red fruit or eat it?
then.
Su Luo thought for a few seconds, logged into Zhihu, and posted a question:
[If a strong man on location gives you a ten-year red fruit, should you sell it or eat it? 】
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