After hearing this, the two brothers Luo Tianpeng and Luo Tiandiao looked solemn, turned around, bowed slightly in the direction of the voice and said, "Father." The space shook slightly, and Luo Yu just appeared, and he was stunned for a moment Staring at Linghu Jue for a moment, he stepped forward slowly. His entire form exuded an indescribable majesty, with a heavy and graceful aura, just like a giant mountain that was moving to support the sky! An invisible pressure hit his face, it was an indescribable terrifying force. Linghu Jue felt like he was a small boat, floating in the stormy waves. The next second, death was waiting for him. He knew that this was a test from his ancestors. He took a deep breath, and the muscles in his body suddenly tightened. He shouted loudly, as if the pores all over his body were emitting power, and he actually moved towards Luo Yugang. This step is difficult and staggering, but it is also firm and unswerving. Just like the look on his face, it is full of a heart-stirring perseverance and stubbornness. A hint of relief appeared in Luo Yugang's eyes, but he didn't intend to end it so easily. The momentum was suppressed and then released, becoming several times stronger than before. The heartstrings trembled greatly. Linghu Jue had the illusion that he was about to be crushed. In that moment, a fearful thought arose in the spiritual platform. But it was this fear that made him feel strange and shocking, and made him The fighting spirit in his body became stronger. He could lose to his ancestors, but he could not lose to himself. The veins on the temples were pulsing, the whole handsome face was flushed, and the bones were rattling as if they were overwhelmed. But in this state, he bit his lip and moved half a step forward. Just when everyone thought Linghu Jue was going to show off his strength and move forward, he suddenly retreated. It's not the kind of retreat that is beyond your capabilities. But retreat calmly and orderly. One step after another. Step by step, stiff but clean. Luo Tianpeng and Luo Tiandiao had a slightly disappointed look in their eyes. They both understood their father's character and knew that retreat was not what his father wanted to see. Sure enough, after Linghu Jue withdrew from the fifth step, Luo Yugang calmed down his momentum, his eyes were bright and introverted and said: "Why retreat?" Luo Tiandiao on the side hurriedly bowed and explained: "Father, these two geniuses are fighting One. The toxins in the body are not cleared¡ª¡ª" "This emperor is not asking you." Luo Yugang interrupted him coldly, his eyes moved, and he looked at Linghu Jue and said majestically: "You said, Why retreat? I know you can take a few more steps." Linghu Jue had recovered his anger and said extremely calmly: "Why don't you retreat when you know you are losing?" Luo Yugang snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with his answer. : "When two strong men meet, the brave one wins. Retreat. It means death." Linghu Jue lowered his gaze, and the word "retreat" reminded him of that letter. I remembered the sentence in the letter about enduring the calm for a while and taking a step back to open up the world. I also remembered what the writer did. For a moment, I had a different feeling in my heart, and murmured: "Be patient for a while, not for the temporary prosperity, but for the future advancement. Taking a step back is not for the calmness in front of you, but for the sake of getting worse in the future. You are Is that what you mean?" When he said the last sentence, his voice was so low that it was difficult to distinguish. But everyone in the room heard the previous words clearly. Luo Yugang was stunned for a moment, his eyes slowly turned to Linghu Jue again, and he said to himself: "Be patient for a while, and then you can make further progress. Take a step back, and do harder." "Okay. "He suddenly shouted in shock: "Tianpeng, listen to what this guy said? Haha, he is exactly the same as me. Okay, great." After saying that, he strode forward and patted Linghu hard. Jue's shoulders, he said with unusual approval: "What a good boy, you are not old, but you have a lot of experience. Let's not say anything about pushing forward and making things worse. To be honest, you could not advance or retreat just now, you could keep advancing, or you could retreat from the beginning. , Why should we advance and retreat? What is the reason? " This is another test. But Linghu Jue didn't think about it, and spoke his thoughts calmly: "Ancestor, I know you were the one who tested me earlier. Taking the first step forward is dissatisfaction. I, Linghu Jue, do my work openly and cleanly. Why do you need to test me? Taking half a step forward is unyielding. To be honest, I feel timid in front of your momentum. This is not good. So even if I want to retreat, I have to take another half step forward. I won't give in. As for retreating? I said it before, but it's not complete. In fact, it should be that you know you are not the enemy, why don't you retreat? "Luo Yugang listened quietly, and every time he said His expression softened a bit, and later on, he almost smiled. This was extremely rare for him, and the brothers Luo Tianpeng could hardly believe their eyes. Slowly, he looked at Linghu Jue and said: "The emperor is indeed right. You are not only deep in temperament, smart and witty, but also steady and dignified. Although what you said just now is a bit clever."I am satisfied, but I believe that this proud and unyielding spirit is unmistakable. " Linghu Jue's cheeks turned slightly red. His ancestor was right. Some of his words were indeed deliberately catering to his ancestor's temperament. This was not because he wanted to flatter his father, but because he felt that as a junior, he should make his elders happy. Obviously, he did this. After Luo Tiandiao finished speaking, he smiled up into the sky again. Without stopping, he suddenly took Linghu Jue's hand and teleported away. , said happily: "Boss, third child, this boy was taken away by his father. It's nothing, don't bother us. ¡± ¡°In the secret realm of light, there is a towering mountain peak with cliffs and strange rocks. Especially on the top of the peak, there are no humans or beasts. In front of a newly built wooden house, Linghu Jue is concentrating on hacking. Chai, no, it should be said that he was looking at Chai. There were thin beads of sweat on his forehead and nose, which showed that he had been in this posture for a long time when he came out of the mansion three days ago. He brought him here, helped him get rid of the toxins in his body, and then asked him to use his martial arts and magic skills. After reading it, without saying a word, he directly imprisoned the fighting spirit and magic power in his body and threw it to him. I didn¡¯t know where I found the hatchet. Before I left, I said: ¡°Every time you cut the wood, the wood will be of equal weight and thickness. The Emperor will come to take you down. " Linghu Jue originally thought it was very simple. With his wrist strength and eyesight, even if he didn't have fighting spirit, he could do it with a little practice. But in fact, he was wrong. In the whole day, he could hardly chop out an identical piece. The pieces of firewood were either light or heavy, or thin or thin. Except for the wooden house behind him, he found nothing. The next day, Linghu was not in a hurry to chop the firewood, but started to observe it carefully. Every piece of firewood to be chopped was found to have a detail. Each piece of firewood seemed to be the same length and thickness, but in fact they were all slightly different. This time, the difficulty increased. He could not judge by sight like the first day. After the midpoint, he cut with one stroke. He had to adjust the angle and position according to the difference. So he practiced again, and just when he thought he had succeeded, he looked carefully and compared it, and found that there was still an error. What caused the error? Linghu Jue lay in bed and thought about it all night. On the third day, today, he got up and examined the firewood again, and found that he still overlooked one thing. , different positions, different structures, the weight will be different. The light color is light, the light color is heavy, the dark color is heavy, etc. In this way, it cannot be said to be difficult, but it is almost one piece. An impossible task. But Linghu was never one to give up easily. Based on his own analysis, he adjusted the way he exerted force so that the hatchet would have some slight position changes after chopping into the firewood, instead of the previous one. It was the same, splitting with one knife. With this adjustment, he understood why his ancestor had sealed his fighting spirit. Without the assistance of fighting spirit, it was very difficult for the force to change after penetrating into the hatchet. But he still persisted. , from morning to now, he has made five blows, yes, five blows, but these five blows are more tiring than the thousands of blows he made in the previous two days, and each blow seems to have gathered all the energy in his body. With all his strength and energy, he always felt like he was exhausted after the sword strike, and he needed to rest for a while before he could recover. Suddenly, Linghu Jue raised his sword, and the sword stagnated in the air. , it seemed to be thinking, and then fell suddenly. The moment the blade approached the firewood, his wrist trembled slightly, as if it was sliding gently, and in this sliding, there were many subtle changes. It was invisible to others. There was a "pop" sound, and the wood cracked. Linghu Jue closed his eyes as if he was extremely tired. Firstly, he was resting, and secondly, he was experiencing the feeling of the knife he just made. His expression was dignified and solemn, but there seemed to be a kind of joy and relaxation between his brows. This combination of contradictory temperaments made Luo Yugang, who was spying from a distance, smile happily: This kid is really a monster in terms of talent. Back then, it took me a whole month to achieve this. So, with relief and joy, as well as excitement and excitement, he left without the sinister intrigues and cruel bloody fighting. Linghu Jue seemed to be a different person. The hustle and bustle of the world seemed to be diluted by the aura of the mountain, giving him the illusion of a solitary lamp and Zen, and a calmness that washed away all the troubles. Yes, in repeated chopping of firewood, he not only exercises his skills, but also cultivates his character. At the moment when his heart connected with the knife and his mind connected with the firewood, he seemed to be floating between the ethereal world of man and heaven. On the sixth day, Luo Yugang, who teleported over, saw Linghu Jue chopping firewood with his eyes closed, with a look of ease and enjoyment on his face. He was shocked. This was unexpected.??, a process that must be followed by a knight-level warrior to be promoted to a king, from anger to meaning. Back then, when he could immerse himself in the artistic conception, he had been chopping firewood for half a year. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Monster! Luo Yugang had never admired other people's talents in more than a hundred years, but when he saw Linghu Jue in front of him, he had to sigh. When he watched Linghu Jue a few days ago, he was just happy and amazed. After all, when he was practicing this, he was not as good as Linghu Jue. But now, he can only admit that monsters are real, because the concept of artistic conception and Realm has little to do with it, it is entirely a matter of innate understanding and self-influence. This time, he did not disturb Linghu Jue and left quietly again, leaving a slight long sigh as he left. This is his recollection of the past and his vision for the future! (To be continued)