The pavilion is very simple, with a few wooden shelves on the top, covered with thick hay, so it is not enough to hurt people after collapse.

The hero crawled out of the pile of thatched grass in a mess, spit out all the grass dust and was about to dig out He Qinghuan when he saw the old man still sitting upright, smiling, and not having a single hair mess.

In the flying dust, He Qinghuan's body was clean a few inches, as if a transparent film was covering him.

The hero reached out and poked it curiously. The fingertips felt like morning mist, and it was cool.

He immediately understood that it was spiritual energy, and it was not He Qinghuan's own spiritual energy.

Being able to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for my use is a symbol of the realm of heaven and man. He Qinghuan has reached the holy level, and it is no more difficult to breathe than to achieve this.

The hero is very envious and depressed.

He Qinghuan wanted to help him, but he was just a little help, but he still watched him buried in the thatch.

He suspected that the old man was probably the kind of unscrupulous master who pushed his disciples to block the knife at any time of crisis.

"Now I'm answering you, why didn't your father realize that your qualifications are not suitable for practicing ancestral martial arts."

He Qinghuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. The hero took a look and became even more angry.

The old man even protected the chessboard and chords, and he didn't care about him in the entire pavilion.

"The fact is that he is not stupid, but on the contrary, he is very smart. Because you are born as a divine servant, there is no suitable technique in the world. If this is spread, the temple will inevitably ask you from the Baji Palace."

The hero was stunned and half lying there, his fingers still holding a posture of poking the spiritual barrier, like petrification.

However, his mood at this moment was like a hurricane coming, turning the world upside down.

Why has his parents never forced him to study?

Why will he be forgiven soon no matter how extraordinary he does?

Why did he practice without any result, but he never heard a complaint or disappointment?

Why is it rumored that he is the name of a waste and a silver demon in the outside world?

Why did my father refuse to choose between him and his second uncle?

All of this has the answer.

My parents and sisters are not spoiling him without principles, but protecting him.

Although the temple is transcendent and does not have direct jurisdiction over secular power, the Ying clan regarded himself as a descendant of Taishan and gave birth to a natural divine servant in the clan. The temple will inevitably give up a decree and require heroes to enter the temple to serve their ancestors. For this, the Baji Palace has no reason to refuse.

Everyone knows that once you enter the temple, you will be a servant for life, and your kinship in the world will be cut off until you die.

Therefore, his parents and sisters would let him make trouble and let the outside world pour dirty water on him bucket by bucket. Only when the name of "waste" is deeply rooted in people's hearts will no one study the reasons why he cannot practice the magical skills of his family.

The delay in announcing the heir of the Palace Master is to extend his carefree life as much as possible.

The hero cannot imagine what kind of pressure this represents.

It’s ridiculous that I am just complacent because I have a happy family, enjoy and squander the love of my family without restraint, and I am simply a son of my life and extremely selfish!

The hero's eyes turned red, he pushed away the thatch on his body and fell to the ground again: "Please teach me by your master!"

"Silly child, if I don't want to teach you, why would I accept you as my disciple?"

He smiled and patted his head, and He Qinghuan stood up, "Don't worry, you have a long way to go, take a shower and change your clothes now!"

The hero used the fastest speed in his life to take a shower and change clothes. Even the little maid who served him forgot to tease him. He put on a set of student uniforms and rushed to the main hall immediately.

He Qinghuan also changed his clothes, with wide robe and big sleeves, making him look more elegant.

He sat upright in the center of the main seat. When he saw the hero, he signaled the futon on his right hand.

The hero went over and sat down, his waist straightened, and he was no longer frivolous.

"Do you know what the body of a divine servant?"

"I heard of some." The hero replied carefully, "It is said that all the divine servants are beautiful and have a strong affinity with spiritual energy. They can directly communicate and control spiritual energy by getting close to the relics of the gods and combining medicines and secret techniques to practice ninth-grade martial arts."

"These are just one-sided words of the temple." He Qinghuan shook his head, "I have lived for 130 years. You are the first person you see who is born with beautiful talents."

The hero widened his eyes: "How did those divine servants control the spiritual energy for them?"

"One of the words of the temple is true, that is medicine and secret methods."

The hero was even more shocked. Doesn’t this mean that as long as you master that kind of medicine and secret technique, anyone can surpass a warrior and have incredible abilities?

Seeing his doubts, He Qing laughed and said, "It's not as easy as you think. I don't know how the temple is operated, but forcibly changing the human body through external forces is ultimately against the will of heaven and the success rate will inevitably be extremely low.

First of all, the divine servants were raised by the temple since childhood, and I have never heard of anyone joining after becoming an adult. Therefore, I guess that young children are the most basic conditions.

Secondly, I have calculated that over the past century, the nine temples have collected hundreds of thousands of orphans, but the number of divine servants in the temple has always been only half a hundred. The difficulty can be seen."

The nine temples are only fifty, and even if they are all ranked at the highest of fifty, there are only four hundred and fifty people. Where did the remaining hundreds of thousands of children go?

Still alive?

The hero's heart was cold and he had a new understanding of the temple, and he was extremely frightened to think about it carefully.

"And you are completely different from them. Just now, I asked you to meditate and practice, and personally experienced the close connection between the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and you. That kind of excitement is something that I, who have become a saint, cannot be felt from time to time.

Unfortunately, you can't understand the method and only know how to lead them into your body to temper yourself, which is wasted.

However, one thing that made me very puzzled. At that time, your body had become a whale-swallowing spirit. Logically speaking, it should have scattered out of nowhere and returned to heaven and earth afterwards. But they did not stay in your qi sea, nor did they come out, and just disappeared out of thin air. It was really strange and strange."

Heroes can answer this question. It’s very simple, they were swallowed by the Star Moon Plate! After all, if he didn’t have this guy, he wouldn’t even be able to get into the first rank.

Of course, this matter must not be said.

"Will this affect my disciples' practice of master's methods?" he asked carefully.

"That won't be." He Qinghuan said, "but before finding out where they went, you will never be able to make any achievements in martial arts."

"Does the disciple still have a chance to become a saint?"

"Strictly speaking, you are born extraordinary. If you want to become a saint, you need to practice hard and practice hard. I estimate that with your qualifications, it should be almost done if you have a quarter of time.

Of course, because you lack the foundation building of martial arts, your body is too weak compared to a real master, so you must pay more attention to self-protection during this period, don’t take risks easily, and try not to fight head-on with others.”

The hero opened his mouth, but in the end he could only smile bitterly.

It takes sixty years of practice to become a saint to be aside. It is naturally extraordinary and sounds very exciting, but if you think about it carefully, isn’t it like a baby guarding the arsenal? Before you grow up to have the ability to use the ammunition inside, you can bite it to death with any pug.
Chapter completed!