I'm really just a juggler.

"Is he serious at your age?"

Bu Chen couldn't help but blurt out, but he regretted it as soon as he said it, because there was no such thing as Chunqiu here.

"What's serious about Chunqiu?" These words made Yang Luo stunned, and he couldn't help but look up at Bu Chen.

It wouldn't matter if I didn't look at it, but as soon as I saw Bu Chen's embarrassed and regretful expression, I immediately understood what it was.

So he yelled with a red face: "You are simply insulting the gentleman."

Seeing his reaction, Bu Chen laughed. You are even acting like a scholar. But I give full marks to this expression and tone.

So he said leisurely: "Why are you reacting so strongly, Brother Luo, something is wrong with you, have you seen it?"

Yang Luo was speechless, and said stubbornly: "I don't care, anyway, our identities need to be exchanged."

Hey, seeing this little expression, he was still holding on stubbornly, so I didn't indulge him and retorted.

"Do you know what it means to worry about the world before you worry about yourself? Do you know what it means to establish a mind for heaven and earth? Do you know what eight-legged essay is?"

After saying that, she ignored him, found a clean place, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

Oh my god, he must have been scared.

Yang Luo was frightened and wanted to ask something, but seeing that Bu Chen was already resting, he didn't want to disturb him any further.

So I spent the night with a lot of questions in my mind.

The next day, the two of them packed up and set off again.

Bu Chen sat on his horse, picked up a book and pretended to read it, while Yang Luo, who followed behind him, looked puzzled.

Before leaving, I couldn't resist my curiosity and asked what those words said yesterday meant.

Although he was not a serious scholar, he could feel that those words were very cool, and that was enough.

Especially the eight-legged essay, what is it? I have never heard of it before.

But the only answer he got was "Taste it, taste it carefully."

This is very uncomfortable.

Bu Chen took a quick look and laughed secretly in his heart.

I'll tell you, I only have a general idea of ​​it. I can pretend... ahem, show off in front of others, but if you want me to explain it in detail, forget it.

After spending these few days together, he also understood Yang Luo's personality traits. To outsiders, he seemed aloof, but after getting to know him, you would find that he was a bit funny.

In this way, after leaving the town, we walked towards our destination for about half an hour, and passed by a forest.

Suddenly, Yang Luo said, "There's a fight ahead."

Bu Chen was stunned, but soon he also heard the sound of metal clashing in front of him.

So the two men dismounted, moved forward cautiously, and soon saw the people fighting.

On one side was a seven-foot tall man dressed like a scholar, but with bulging muscles that made his robe bulge out. In his hand was a sword that was three feet long and two fingers wide.

This is a visual illusion, a big muscle man is fighting with a small toothpick.

On the other side was a very feminine, fair-faced, beardless man, who appeared to be wearing light makeup. Behind him were several night walkers in black.

"Ah, both sides are really annoying."

Yang Luo on the side was speechless and continued to observe.

There was a damaged carriage nearby and some frightened people at the edge of the woods.

These were all the elderly, the weak, women and children. The only man among them seemed to be injured. Their faces were flustered and tired, as if they had been traveling all night.

"Hey, Brother Luo, the guy in front showed up without even covering himself, and why are those people behind him still wearing night clothes? They're just taking off their pants to fart."

Yang Luo, standing by, couldn't help but ask, "Why are you being so long-winded? Wearing night clothes is of course to blend into the night and make it easier to move around."

Bu Chen curled his lips and said, "Come on, on this dark and windy night, even if you come out naked to do that, no one will be able to see you."

Yang Luo was a little annoyed: "Shut up, they are going to fight."

The feminine man opposite shrieked, "Big fool, this has nothing to do with you right now. Do you really want to wade into this muddy water?"

The scholar said, "Humph, I saw injustice and helped it. But you are allowed to block the road and kill it again. Don't you allow others to intervene?"

"Well, if that's the case, then go and regret it on your way to the underworld. Go, kill all these people, leaving no one alive."

The two sides were fighting in a group. The feminine man did not take any action, but just stood there calmly, seeming to be very confident in his men.

Those men in black were indeed quite capable and seemed to have practiced a special combined attack technique. Yang Luo said that even he himself could not easily cope with the siege of these people whose internal energy was only at the middle stage of the Abyss.

Yang Luo is now in the early stage of the Grandmaster of Transformation Realm, which also indirectly reflects the strength of the total index.

However, this method of practice is also very demanding.

It requires a very high degree of tacit understanding and can only be performed when the two people have the same intention.

Just look at the previous fight and you will know. Punches, palms, and kicks are used continuously. Occasionally there is a gap, and there is an old bastard outside who will come to you for a knife attack.

There is no chance for outsiders to take advantage of the situation, and it is completely leak-proof.

The scholar was not willing to be outdone, and a powerful aura rose from his body, which made the men in black who were performing a joint attack pause.

This momentum seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. The small space of the big man seemed to become infinite, making people unable to help but worship it.

"Haoran is upright."

"Extraordinary martial arts momentum."

Bu Chen and his colleague Yang Luo whispered in surprise.

Yang Luo looked at Bu Chen with surprise in his eyes: "What did you say about anger just now?"

Without waiting for Bu Chen's answer, he continued to mutter to himself, "This person is really weird. He is clearly only at the Grandmaster level of the Transformation Realm, but he has already begun to comprehend the extraordinary power of martial arts."

Bu Chen sneered in his heart, there were many strange things.

This is a brand new path of spiritual practice in the world. It is to enter the Tao through reading, understand the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and incorporate them into oneself, thus embarking on the path of spiritual practice.

But to say that this is righteousness is not quite correct. It can only be regarded as the prototype of righteousness.

According to what Yang Luo said just now, if this is the extraordinary momentum of martial arts, then the starting point is quite high.

As long as one comprehends the great righteousness, one can directly transcend the realm of grandmasters in martial arts and the realm of virtual and real mental tribulations in qigong training, and achieve an extraordinary realm.

The Grand Master and the Virtual and Real Heart Tribulation are two major hurdles on the path of cultivation. The Grand Master is easy to get through, but if you can't get through it, you can't get through it.

But the virtual and real heart calamity is not so easy to fool. There is only progress and no retreat.

If you succeed, you will enter the extraordinary realm. If you fail, at the very least, your cultivation will regress and you will never be able to make further progress in your life. At the moderate level, you will lose all your cultivation and become an ordinary person. At the worst, your true energy will be disordered, you will go astray, and die.

So if the path of enlightenment through studying is really open, then who would dare to call those scholars poor scholars in the future?